I've always wondered what would happen if we got several chances at life. Would that bring us to a proper ending? Or will we end up struggling even more? The answer is that we struggle even more. If we attempt a question in an exam that we know the answer to, we will face another question. Even if all the questions on the paper are answered, there will always be alternative papers with additional sets of questions. This is a never-ending loop of seeking the best answer to a problem. So, rather than worrying about getting the correct answer, we should focus on the process of finding that answer. The important thing is how and what we learn while looking for answers, not the answers themselves.
So, if you ask me if I want a solution or the process to get that solution, I'd say... I want the solution. Because, even if I end up struggling, I'd rather have more options than the time to figure out the right one.
In the end, one person's happy ending is another person's suffering. As a result, no one can have all that they desire. Someone must lose something for someone to gain something. That is the true balance of the world. A single man's suffering can be justified if it saves ten... or a hundred others.
To show this, I will bear the pain of testing the many choices to create a better future for everyone. I'm not trying to be a hero or anything. I'd like to think of it as more of a personal goal than for world salvation.
"Wake up, dude, wake up!" The constant smacking woke me up. I tried to get up but couldn't. My hands and legs were tied to a chair. What is this rope? Isn't it used to tie ships in port?
"Have you finished your nice little nap, little one?" With my blurry sight, I saw a man in front of me with a crowbar. "You?"
"It is indeed me, friend."
"Did you hire this gang?" I asked, looking around the room. " You didn't have to go this far; I told you I could always throw some petty cash for shit."
"What do you mean, hire, kiddo? He works for me. And if you're ready to be that generous, we might show you some mercy, leaving you with only a few broken bones. " Instead of Akoji, the man in front of me answered.
"You kept a doormat under you. You seemed to be a rather useful bunch." I murmured, trying to figure out where I was.
"This bitch—" Akoji approached, but the man cut him off with a sneer.
"Are you assuming that someone will come here to save you if you have the time to make silly jokes?"
"Will it be easy to find this place?" I asked.
"It's not." He said in a casual tone.
"And there you have it. You look quite laid back for a backstreet bitch. " I stated, matter-of-factly.
"We are not some thugs, as you assumed. I don't believe I need to inform you... But I don't sense any fear in your eyes, as if you've been in a similar situation before. What do you do, young man? " The man enquired.
"He doesn't have a job, Kiki," Akoji responded with a big grin.
"What does it matter? Are you going to believe me if I say I just became a warrior yesterday? And Akoji, I kissed a woman today, so who has a job but a piece of shit among us? " I gave a mocking grin.
"I've had enough of this bastard. Please leave him to me, Kiki. "
"I see his tongue is courageous enough. I had high hopes for him because I thought he was gutsy, but he turned out to be an idiot who is refusing to accept his current situation. Take good care of him. And... Where are the goods located? "
"He promised to meet me at the basketball court at midnight," Akoji replied to him.
Kiki, the boss, nodded and then walked out of the room, making a phone call.
"Let's get to know each other better now, shall we? My dear, F.R.I.E.N.D. "
"Do you need bodyguards to beat someone who is tied and unable to move an inch? What kind of lame ass-ness are you aiming for, F.R.I.E.N.D? "
"You!" he cursed, yet sighed to himself. "Everyone, get out of here."
"But, Aki—" "I told you to leave!" Everyone obeyed his command and left. What sort of gangs is this bastard involved with? I knew he was no good.
"Can you tell me what time it is before you beat the crap out of me?"
A small screen popped in front of me before he could respond. Eh? Is it even able to do this? Isn't it pretty portable? I need to explore what else it is capable of... If I survive this, that is.
"Time...? It's time for your funeral, you self-centred bastard! "