Majira never expected that after enduring torment in Hell just yesterday, he would somehow be able to return to daily life.
School? What is that?
Of course, I know it's a place to learn knowledge. I was once a good student. I just never thought that I'd sit in a spacious classroom to read again, especially when the world is already...
"I want to drop out."
But less than three days later, the excitement in his spirit had just faded away. After repeated deliberation and in the outsider teacher's resigned sighs, Majira decided to leave.
"I can't learn anything useful here, whether it's cultural history or industrial knowledge. I can't find anything applicable…"
Don't talk to him about the future; he didn't think he'd live to see three years down the road, let alone the reconstruction of this region.
Even if there's a new island or a new country, what does that have to do with him? The ones who truly hurt him were his own nation and his own clan.
