THERE ARE THINGS people would be surprised to discover—for example, that I didn't choose to attend this school to satisfy any burning ambitions. I'd always tried to excel, but in an aimless sort of way. I didn't know what I truly wanted out of life. I didn't aspire to be a politician, a doctor, a researcher, or anything else.
For better or worse, I liked to avoid drama. I spent my days working, indifferent and detached, merely focused upon completing the tasks assigned to me.
Setting an "example." Being a "role model."
I believed that this was the right thing to do. However, Nagumo Miyabi continues to take direct action against me, trying to clear me from his path.
Perhaps 'a bulldozer' is the description that fits him best.
As a matter of fact, I'd given up on taking action against him by the time graduation neared. I'd also never actually tried to make a friend whom I could truly trust from the bottom of my heart. Such things were still foreign to me.
At the end of those three years, though, it finally hit me. I realized my mistake—and the regret that it had left me with.
And, I realized, that this was just the beginning.