Thought I'd check in on SK before going to sleep. And instead I hear about these awful news. It's been a few hours now and this wonderful man has been on my mind every second since. I was at a loss for words. I still am, somewhat, but I'll try add my own humble tribute to this person we all admired.
To me, Kentaro Miura was more than just an author I was a fan of. As an aspiring storyteller myself, I saw Miura as a role-model, a master, a sensei. I would confidently declare him to those around me as our greatest living author. His name was the first that came to mind whenever I thought about the truly great people of our times. I know the word "genius" is thrown around casually these days, but Miura was one of the people who genuinely deserved that description. He was something truly special, a talent we won't see the like of for a very long time, if ever.
I went through a Berserk "fever" back in 2015, when I started reading it. I loved every panel of every episode. Berserk had impacted my own writing in ways few other works had. I'd carry a volume with me in my backpack as I went to work, to peruse or reread. And I'd enjoy it all over again. It just never got old. Few other works or authors have impacted me to profoundly.
I can't believe I'm writing these words but...rest in peace Kentaro Miura. I wish I could have met you and shaken your hand. But I'm a believer in the afterlife, and if I'm fortunate enough to meet you there, I will ask for that honor. And perhaps you'll tell me how it all ends.
Thank you for everything, Miura-sensei.