Danmachi: Struggles of the one who was reborn

The dungeon was erupting once again, the soldiers stood up together and rushed inside, the people watched them marching with tears in their eyes. Every time this kind of thing happened not many would return, but still, every hundred or so years more and more people would happily sacrifice their lives, because this fight wasn't one just for themselves, it was one for their families, for their legacy, and for the world they loved. There was no choice but to give your best and die with a smile on your face, knowing that your sacrifice would allow your loved ones to live one more day.