When the automatic door closed, Hiroshi Matsushima realized something and spoke, "I heard that in ancient times, when mammalian infants fed on their mother's milk, they would never cause their mother pain, just as a Hero would never point his sword at the people. You carry your formidable inner strength with you and yet you seek trouble with me, a mere martial arts teacher today. Isn't this unreasonable?"
A voice drifted slowly from across from him, "Can a diamond claim it's a part of the sand once it falls into it? Can a petal on the ground claim it is no different from fallen leaves?"
The moment the voice appeared, Hiroshi Matsushima realized it was a voiceprint he had used before. It was the cheerful voice of a young man, easily likable. As a teacher, he had needed it before. However, as his disciples increased and his prestige grew, it became unnecessary.
