Last spurt! I will be busy for the rest of the week so no updates till next weekend probably.
An old story (1)
The Tendou name originates from a famous capitalist. Born in such a family that used money without reserve, I received special education for gifted children.
7 lessons a week from a top class tutor.
My elementary school was a private school for the sons and daughters of businessmen.
In the lower grades of school because of my family, or maybe because I just didnāt notice, in the first place I probably couldnāt understand, but when I got to the upper grades the way I saw the world changed.
Because that child is from that family, heās around this rank.
Treat that child politely.
That guy seems like a commoner so he has no rights.
In this school I wonder how many kids knew the meaning of equality.
A personās worth is decided by their name; the results, too, are decided by their name.
When you compete for rank the result is decided before it even began.
Why? Because the adults decided it.
If the adults decide it the children can only obey.
In this world you have no sense of self.
I donāt remember my fatherās name.
But, if itās conversations I remember everything.
Did you finish todayās task?
I see, thatās good.
Thatās it.
I wonder if it was because I couldnāt get along with her that I realized my living environment was strange.
**TL Note: Ok so Japanese doesnāt have gendered pronouns. After reading through the chapter this seems like a flag though so Iām going to guess itās a girl.
She was born a commoner.
Because of he had such excellent abilities she was able to get special admittance.
Her story was very interesting.
In order to pay tuition her father worked desperately so she had to do his best.
This is a manga. Interesting isnāt it?
Eeeh!? You donāt know Umyaibou!?
**TL Note: I have no idea what manga this is couldnāt find it.Ā ććæććę£Ā if you know message me
In that distorted space, only she was natural.
She had a sense of self.
She always stood out.
Of course, in a bad sense.
Getting carried away.
Youāre just a pauper.
Donāt be so frivolous.
Gross.
Kusu kusu, kusu kusu. **TL Note:Ā Snickering
Iām sure the first time I learned what being angry was around that time.
Iāve never had the experience of being scolded.
Because I held the name Tendou and my parents were indifferent to me.
The teachers were always smiling and making businesslike conversation with my parents.
Thatās why Iāve never seen anyone get angry.
Since I didnāt know the word angry, when I felt depressed I just held it until it passed.
I exploded when they surrounded her all smirking.
They pulled her hair, tore her clothes, kicked her here and there.
It was the first time Iāve seen such a thing.
At this time I was 12 years old but I wasnāt able to understand what had awoken in me.
I just thought.
I didnāt want her to make such a painful face. Thatās what I thought.
Before I noticed, there was no one else around but me and her.
Incidentally, my fist was dyed in blood.
On the floor someone I donāt knowās tooth was rolling.
She was crying in a large voice.
While she cried she apologized to me.
She kept repeating āIām sorryā.
Since I didnāt know why she was crying I asked why and she just apologized again.
I worriedly take out my handkerchief and wipe her tears.
I feel like she stopped crying and said something.
I feel like she said something but I donāt remember what.
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Well, hereās where the problem is.
In this incident tell me, what was right and what was wrong?
Iām very sorry but, I donāt know the answer so could you please look at it.
Instead I only know the result.
After this I fell to the bottom of society; that was the result.
Thatās why, Iām sure it was wrong.
Abandoning her, throwing her away was the right answer.