I, who advocate giving up, feel like a disqualified person

What interrupted me from my thoughts was Ye Hui, who seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage.

"Didn't you say we shouldn't know each other? Then someone like me... obviously shouldn't care... but you still came to help me, so..."

"I don't care about you at all."

"..."

"You seem to have misunderstood. I simply dislike what those people did. I've always hated bullying. Which means... I'll do it regardless of whether you're the victim or not. After all, I'm not one of those people who just sits back and pretends nothing happened... and I'm certainly not the type to pick a fight with someone the moment they get angry."

What is it...

"All I did was to make things happen the way I wanted them to. That's all."

Compared to ordinary people, my desires seem quite small. And it's hard to call them beneficial to me...but can this be defined as a positive thing?

"...What do you think? Just kick those people out of the classroom? Is that what you think?"

His eyes reflected the light of the coming end, mixed with a hint of anger, and he questioned me with a sullen look on his face.

"Yes."

That’s what I thought, and not only that, I did it.

"How could you make such a decision so easily? You didn't even ask for my opinion, and..."

"You haven't thought about telling me those things, have you? So naturally I won't tell you my thoughts either." After a slight pause, "Besides, I said this isn't for you, it's simply for myself... I want things to turn out this way."

"Why..."

"In my opinion, those people are totally unsuitable and simply don't have the qualifications." After a brief pause, "By the way, you probably think the same, right?"

"No way! Who are you to judge someone else's choices? You clearly chose this path based on your own will."

"But I didn't force them or coerce them into leaving. I don't have the ability to do that... They left completely of their own accord."

"You're lying to me..."

"..."

Why is that?

I shouldn't have anything to do with this troublesome girl in front of me...but my hand inevitably moved to my chest. It was a rather strange reaction.

For some reason, I didn't want to see her looking at me with such...such a distant attitude and such a hostile expression.

"I knew this would happen... You are too kind after all."

But this doesn't mean I'm wrong.

"Um...what are you referring to?"

"You should be hating those who bullied you. But now, you're venting your uncontrollable anger on me... Why is that?"

I said looking towards her.

"...Of course, of course it's because what you did was wrong."

Even so, she should have been aware of her own emotions. Emotions that made no sense.

"So what's the right approach?" I countered. "Take help from teachers who don't care about anything and are only focused on student enrollment? Or from schools that shift all responsibility and refuse to admit their own management flaws... Or, ask for help from so-called classmates who pretend nothing happened? Whether that's helpful or not, I'm sure you know the answer."

"...But..."

"But, it's not right to just kick him out like that. There must be a better way." Is that what you want to say?

"..."

It seems that what I said was right, she just nodded.

"So, humans are really strange creatures. Aren't they?"

The kinder a person is, the more contradictory his thoughts are.

"..."

"The mosquito only sucked a little blood from you, but it's doing that to ensure the birth of its offspring. Is it really necessary to kill it? There are obviously better ways." If I said something like that... I'd probably be considered a psychopath.

"..."

"If you hurt others, you have to pay a price. If you do something wrong, you have to be punished... Why can't such a normal thing be carried out by specific people? Are you expecting... a power like the gods to punish them? It's impossible."

"..."

"So, would you choose to forgive those people for what they did? Why would you defend those who have no knowledge of the art you love and are just following the crowd to bully you?"

"..."

I didn't do anything wrong. It was clearly those people who were wrong.

"I just asked them to stay away from that place, and I didn't do anything else excessive. So...it wasn't me who deceived you."

"..."

"Just you."

...........

Those who try to cover up the injustice done to others by saying, "To err is human," are called hypocrites. But those who use this to cover up the injustice done to themselves, what should we call them? Kindness?

Maybe it's really called kindness. Foolish kindness.

The monster that destroyed houses and trampled on life. When it was destroyed by the ray of light from the giant representing justice, no one would stop it. No one would rush forward and say, "You can try to persuade this monster. It didn't mean to do that. It has no idea how to get along with humans. If it knew, this wouldn't happen." No one would do that.

Just destroy it. No matter whether it is an adult or a child, no one will show mercy to an ugly monster that destroys the city.

But when it comes to people, it’s completely different.

People always make mistakes, so even if they cause pain to others, that's perfectly normal. There are always people who want to be forgiven for any mistake, no matter how serious it is... Simply because "you only live once," they want people to tolerate things that are simply unforgivable.

But in fact, there are still people who have to be tolerated.

And what constitutes a hero?

Looking at the mask in my hand, my younger self repeatedly questioned this inwardly. Even now, I'm still pondering this.

Do you possess great strength? The courage to fight evil? The determination to protect others? An unwavering determination?

How can it be so simple...

There are no people in this world who are clearly labeled "good" or "bad." There's nothing you can't find a reason to forgive... Even if you can't find it, someone else will.

A hero is someone who ignores those voices and carries out his own justice. I am just a poor imitator.

"...I understand..."

She finally lowered her head.

"..."

Finally, I understand why I'm so tired. And now, I can live more easily...

"I still can't agree with your idea..."

At this time, the light in the sky had completely disappeared.

recall

"Not everyone is kind. Not everyone is trustworthy."

Perhaps because of their work, what my parents told me the most since I was a child was not the beauty of the world, but the ugliness of human nature.

This may be done simply to make me wary of factors that may cause harm.

Was this good or bad? As a child, I had no way of judging this. I simply followed my parents' advice, and naturally, I took it as the only truth.

No matter if they are familiar or unfamiliar, one should not trust them easily. This is the only message I got from them that seems to have been etched in my mind.

So, when I accidentally got separated from them, the first thing I thought of was not to seek help from others, but to go to a place away from people. Because as long as I was not discovered, there would be no danger of being abducted...but it also reduced the possibility of being found by my parents.

But how could I have thought so much back then? After leaving my parents' side, everyone seemed to me to be feared. I avoided being seen, and if anyone tried to talk to me, I would run away. Feeling like I was being chased, apprehensive, I entered the park I'd been to before.

Perhaps because it was quite dilapidated, there were not many people there, so I just sat on a park bench until nightfall.

"what are you doing here?"

That's how I met a child who looked for the twinkling stars at night. That's how I learned that there are giants in the world who look strange but can protect all of humanity.

Not everyone is trustworthy, but not everyone is untrustworthy. There are people who want to do their best to help others and show kindness to others.

"I cannot agree..."

It's not that I don't agree with what he said, because I have nothing to refute him, and even if I did, he would come up with a lot of other things to refute me.

So, I didn't want to question him.

But, I can't agree...

"There's no such thing... I absolutely won't believe it."

Chapter 24: Reminiscence

"So you're still thinking about that guy..."

I thought all my words just now were in vain, luckily it was just such a small matter.

"Of course... If a friend disappears, you have to find him, right?"

"That's fake," I reiterated after hearing her question. "It's just a stage in life that should have been moved on. Just forget it as a memory."

"...but he did exist, didn't he..."

"If you insist, then I won't argue. You can think whatever you want."

I feel so tired. I don't want to talk about it anymore... I just need to quickly break up with her, and then cut off contact with everyone else, and become a person who no one cares about again.

"Then will he come back?"

"...Can you turn back the past?" I scratched my head. "If you can do that, I think the person you care about will come back."

"..."

She looks quite depressed...Does she care so much about that guy? I don't see what's so good about him.

"Well, see you tomorrow."

What I can't handle most is when a girl looks like she's about to cry. Taking advantage of the moment she lowers her head to suppress her emotions, leaving quickly might be the best option.

"Wait... please wait a moment..."

After walking around her, I heard a voice asking her to stay from behind.

"..."

But I didn't stop.

"Wait a moment, just a moment..."

"There's nothing more to talk about..." Before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt something was being pulled.

She grabbed the schoolbag on her back with both hands.

"...What is this for?"

Looking back I said helplessly.

"tomorrow..."

However, she still didn't raise her head.

"Hmm? What tomorrow?"

"I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow... Maybe this sounds a little strange... but there are some things I need to think about for a while before I can tell you... So..."

"I know, I'll do it."

What a troublesome guy. Even though I said that, he just wouldn't give up.

"Pah."

With a slight sound, the schoolbag was loosened.

"...Thanks."

Why should I say thank you?