Common Sense of a Warrior

My frustration.

"... who!?

Like eight hits, ask the person you haven't even seen yet with a tough voice.

"Who are you? This is no place for children to come in."

There he was, a little older than me, a boy.

"... that's what you are, though you don't look like the people involved here"

"I've been here before for my father's inspection. Since then, I've been entrusted with inspections here.... So? What about you?"

"... that my father... was an officer of the army. I've been brought here before. I know the gatekeeper..."

It was very, very hard to say.

The boy I hit eight for was here for a reason.

But I'm here because I just want to be alone.

That's also something you can do because you have a father's name.

Until just now, I was lost in the magnitude of my father's existence and crying in shame for my weakness, which I could not feather from his hands, but in the end I use my father's name.

When I thought so, my emotions, which were as hot as they were going to explode earlier, suddenly cooled down.

"So, you let me in here"

"... oh, I'm sorry. If I did, I'd come in here for personal use, but I can't believe who I am in that tone for you. I'm leaving now..."

"... wait"

He stopped me from getting up.

"I said role dressed up, too, but not officially appointed wack. I like the view from here and report on how things are here on that exchange condition when my father gives me permission to enter here... how dare I just get stuck with such loose conditions. So I don't deserve to blame you for being here. Most of all, if you had nothing to do with this place and were sneaking in on adventure, I'd just have a headache about what's going on with the security here..."

... Me, you annoyed the gatekeeper, too.

Now that I had thought about it, I felt like I was the one who had the headache for adding and subtracting my idiocy.

"... rather, I'm sorry. I didn't speak up, I did something like steal."

"You're not bad. Not bad... I..."

Then Pottori Pottori and I told him a story about ourselves.

In the setting of the escort your father made.

Along the way, he sat beside me and listened to it in silence.

"... I guess it's natural to be told"

Listen to me, the best word he said was that.

I knew it... and I feel like a heavy stone on my chest.

"What do you need to cry about so much? Is it true that you're in a privileged environment? The word a man said to that is the truth. Well... that's not worth hearing."

"Even though it's true, bullshit?

"Because it's the truth. The facts are what happened. Never covering, just one thing. In contrast, the truth is the subjective conclusion of the individual. It's just the man's interpretation of what you learned from your father."

"... difficult"

"In short, I'm just jealous. I just hit it with facts as a shield and my emotions as words. If you care about a thing like that, you won't get it."

"But it's true that I'm not strong enough..."

"So what?

To his inquiry, I lose my word.

"It's good to be ashamed of your lack of strength. But you won't have to be humbled. You just have to look ahead and move on to your purpose. You don't have to worry about bullshit."

"... only look ahead..."

"That's right. What are you doing martial arts for?... If there's nothing you can't give away, just quit. There 'll be a lot of guys like him out there."

The boy's words sounded terribly on my chest.

... yes, I have a purpose.

No matter how painful or hard it is, even if there was nothing to get ahead of it.

I will not forgive you for taking what is dear to me. Make sure you get paid.

Yes, I've made up my mind.

That's why I turned away from that overly gentle sight as well.

Not strong enough?... Then you can put it on.

Can't you admit it around?... so I didn't ask for that.

I only seek strength to leave the results I seek.

If I thought so, I felt my vision open.

"... thanks. Very, very refreshing."

"Right."