The Fruit of Grisaia
Also known as: Grisaia no Kajitsu -LE FRUIT DE LA GRISAIA-
SIX FRUITS BARE THEIR FANGS AT THE WORLD. --The academy was their orchard. In this place of learning, protected by high walls from the outside world, there arrived a single young man who'd lost his purpose in life. He'd lost sight of what he wanted to protect.
Visual NovelAdventure
Released
25 Feb 2011
15 years ago
PCPlayStation VitaPlayStation Portable
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SIX FRUITS BARE THEIR FANGS AT THE WORLD. --The academy was their orchard. In this place of learning, protected by high walls from the outside world, there arrived a single young man who'd lost his purpose in life. He'd lost sight of what he wanted to protect.
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SIX FRUITS BARE THEIR FANGS AT THE WORLD.
--The academy was their orchard.
In this place of learning, protected by high walls from the outside world, there arrived
a single young man who'd lost his purpose in life. He'd lost sight of what he wanted to protect. He passed his days in a haze of guilt and regret. All that remained to him were the chains around his neck... And a life worth less than that of a stray dog. But in that academy, he would meet five young women. And in time, he would discover a new thread of hope.
--That girl's very birth was a mistake.
The sin of disobedience--
--A life not so different from death.
No one’s going to protect you--
--And survival itself can be a punishment.
That place was their orchard. Those young women were the fruits of remorse, grown on the tree of sorrow.
"What can I do for them...?"
In that thought lay the undying hope one young man had dreamed of finding--
--The academy was their orchard.
In this place of learning, protected by high walls from the outside world, there arrived
a single young man who'd lost his purpose in life. He'd lost sight of what he wanted to protect. He passed his days in a haze of guilt and regret. All that remained to him were the chains around his neck... And a life worth less than that of a stray dog. But in that academy, he would meet five young women. And in time, he would discover a new thread of hope.
--That girl's very birth was a mistake.
The sin of disobedience--
--A life not so different from death.
No one’s going to protect you--
--And survival itself can be a punishment.
That place was their orchard. Those young women were the fruits of remorse, grown on the tree of sorrow.
"What can I do for them...?"
In that thought lay the undying hope one young man had dreamed of finding--
