The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

I was repeating the teacher's words in front of a teacher who was rolling a mug with tea in his hand.

"'If it is good to be tolerant, should we also be tolerant of intolerance?'"

"Oh, yeah. That's what you're thinking, right?

The teacher smiled a little and said so.

I see. I did. I mean, I got there without a teacher. [M]... I'm a little happy.

If I was happy, the teacher said. [M]

"... I see. It's what I thought in my drunken head."

Mm-hmm.

I'm excited to wait for the teacher's words to continue. [M] What did the drunk teacher think?

"Well... if I do what he says, 'I don't think this vulgar stuff should be put out in the world or appreciated', everything I write goes to the trash."

That's not good.

When I said so immediately, the teacher smiled a little surprised. [M]

I see. Thank you... and not just me. If you forgive one of his hypotheses, everything will be out of sight. Everything he doesn't like goes to the trash. And by the way, if we go with the theory that "those who want to burn books really want to burn are humans", we'll go to the trash... "

... I just imagined that I was sad. I don't know about that person, but I don't like it when me and my teacher get trashed.

"So... well, I can't forgive him. No, not just him, but all those who are intolerant to something other than their hobbies, must not be forgiven."

Me, too.

I think you should be nice to all kinds of people as much as you can, but if there's someone trying to trash the teacher, I can't be nice to that person. Don't be nice.

... and I suppose you should do the same not just for what I like, but for what someone likes.

"As I said earlier, I think that for peace, there are 10,000 people who are tolerant towards 10,000. To forgive all human hobbies, beliefs, beliefs and other things. Or if you can't, it's indifference."

"Yeah."

"... but I don't think that's enough. That's because the world is tolerant for what I like to be tolerated... and not just for intolerance. Intolerance must be intolerant.... and, well, I thought about it with a drunk head."

The teacher, who had finished talking all the time, drank green tea there again... and then looked a little pathetic again.

"... is that an excuse? Hey, Togo. What do you think?"

Huh?

"I don't know if this is right anymore.... you know, doing the right thing feels good, right?

... hmm?

"Doing the right thing feels good. It's entertainment. It always feels good for a righteous hero to beat the evil phantom. It's a different question of whether it's really a hero of justice and a Phantom of Evil is really evil, and there's another theory of justice, not evil, and if anything, it's often someone who doesn't realize those problems...."

Oh, I see. Is that so? I kind of figured it out.

"I wonder if I'm getting pleasure by transforming self-love into justice in myself...!

That's why you gave up drinking.

"That's a good answer!

The teacher said so and drank green tea with a disgusting face.... and start pouring hot water from the pot into the mug. I wonder if it would be good if it was about to dry up. Well, is that okay?

... and yet, unusual. The teacher is worried.

Normally, teachers who can quickly put their ideas into words and arrange them beautifully are worried because they bump into each other's thoughts.

I'm not good at putting ideas into words. [M] That's why I'm mostly the teacher's side of the story... but I'm going to try to worry about it with you at times like this. Even if the ideas that emerged as a result were not useful to the teacher at all, it seems that it would be helpful for the teacher to think together.

"... you know, maybe it's just an excuse, I guess."

Think, think, that's what I said. What a moon.

"That's not comfort... um... hmm"

I can't say it well. Words don't come out. What you think is blurry and unclear.

... so...

"I wish everybody were happy."

When I think about it, these words come out.

I don't know what the hell it is, but I can't help it because I feel like this.

"... I see. You're absolutely right."

Besides, the teacher is an amazing person. Listening to what I've said somehow, you'll find a piece of what I've been thinking.

"All you have to do is be happy. I think so, too. I'm not as strong as you, so sometimes I almost forget...."

That's what the teacher said... and then he put his elbows on the desk and put his fingers together in front of his face, and then he twitched his combined fingers.

"Everyone should be scratched so that everyone can be happy, no matter what the excuse. But it's hard. Reality, not everyone is tolerant, because intolerance is one pleasure. Or rather, because intolerant people are 'doing the right thing' conscious, it's too complicated to talk about."

The teacher said, worried, and then laughed bitterly.

"That is why we must strive to be tolerant. You must find every value, forgive it, or at least be indifferent if you cannot forgive it. In the name of justice, we must always discipline ourselves, who will become intolerant. Yes, you have to keep trying."

The teacher with a calmer expression just now said that, and then, um, he roared.

"... you can still be intolerant to intolerance. You don't have to forgive someone who is happy to be unhappy.... hmm, it's hard."

It's hard.

Hard. Very hard. Always on the line. If we lose a little balance, we ourselves become people who wave intolerance in the name of justice. And when we fall on the other side, we accept intolerance and go to the trash...

"Oh, it's hard. But trying to put this into practice is worth it. And that's what I thought...."

The teacher shut up there for a moment.

The teacher said that it was worth it to give up drinking. The teacher is a person who recognizes the value of experiencing, so I'm sure that what we've just talked about and thought about will be valuable to the teacher.

"... I want to be a wall"

"... hmm?

However, if you suddenly say such a thing, it's a little troublesome.

A wall. A wall... ah, is it the wrong wind?

"I want to be a wall. Against all intolerance, I'm not a sword, I'm not a shield... just a wall. I want to be a flat wall."

... it looks like a wall after all. Not the wind.

"Um, walls?

"That's right. The wall."

The teacher nodded with a strange face and continued.

"I think it should be a shield at first. In the meantime, defense. And maybe the next thing you need is a sword. If you get hit, you have to stab him back. Intolerance should be intolerant. It's not justice to be left alone."

That's what the teacher said... exhale.

"But ultimately... it doesn't hurt intolerance, it doesn't even move from me... it just wants to build a wall to protect the kingdom of tolerance."

... yeah.

"Do you want to be a wall?

"Oh, I want to be a wall."

I didn't have any further explanation from the teacher, but I somehow understood what the teacher wanted to say.

Wall.

I won't hurt you if you hurt me. I don't move from myself. But I will never let you through.

I won't forgive you.

... that's what it is.

"Yeah."

Me, too. That's how I nod. [M]

Then the teacher smiled a little and held the mug like wrapping it in both hands.

"I'm so sorry, Togo. I've looked after you a lot today."

"You're welcome."

Looks like we're all alike. That's why we have to help each other at these times. Especially since I only get help from the teacher, I can help the teacher occasionally.

"Ha-ha. After digesting one problem at all, the tea is really good....."

The teacher tilted the mug again... and looked strange.

"... it's not delicious. What if this tea is quite a drain?

Yeah, it's too late to notice.

"Hey, Togo. What kind of tea is this? How many cups of tea have I had?

"Um... a lot?

"What a good thing to say... it's not delicious..."

That's what the teacher said, sipping tea again, then on the wall, on the wall, on the wall, on the wall, on the wall. And I sang. She looked much better than before and looked brighter.

Because the teacher looked like that, I felt that the tea that had dried up was delicious.

"Hey, Corn. What's the matter with you?

Faye called out to me, surprised and returned to me.

"... I didn't seem to be here."

"Ah, yeah, it's okay. I was just thinking."

I was worried about Laocles, so when I answered, Lyla looked stunned from the side and said, "You're really fluffy, you..." I'm fluffy anyway. [M]

"I was thinking, did you come up with a good idea?

Claire giggles and urges her to do so, so I'm going to talk.

"... my teacher said..." We humans should be tolerant of each other, indifferent if not tolerant, and, at the same time, intolerant against intolerance alone. "

When I said that, everyone looked a little strange. [M]

"... what the hell is that?"

"Um, unforgivable people. People who can't forgive people for all kinds of things, all kinds of ideas, all kinds of hobbies, all kinds of people. People who can't forgive themselves to be different. That's why you attack people."

"Um, is that a tease?

"Ah, yeah. Mr. Bullying. Yes. Intolerance is about teasing. I didn't mean to be mean. Maybe you're messing with me."

Explaining to Lian and Ange, they nodded, hmm.... has it been passed on? Because now.

"... it's philosophical."

"Yeah, maybe."

Both the teacher and I seem to have liked philosophy. That's why I'm a little happy to hear that.

"So... I think tolerance is a shield against intolerance at first. We need a shield to fight intolerance and protect ourselves from intolerance."

... maybe it's a shield at first.

Shield against intolerance at first. That will suffice if you understand. I think it would be more honest to bring a defense first, rather than an attack.

"But the forest already has a shield. I asked the Knights for security, and I did everything I could. So next time... you'll have a sword."

But if the shields and defensive measures were still useless... we shouldn't have stayed there.

"Don't forgive anyone who comes to hurt you. Intolerance must be intolerant... we must also have swords. But it doesn't really matter if it's actually cut. Sometimes I think it's important to show them that they can be cut."

... if intolerance comes at us, we'll have to beat it back. At least for the first time.

If tolerance becomes intolerant… if you allow it to attack, all kinds of people will be attacked and one day they will disappear. Me and my teacher are going to the trash.

Therefore, tolerance must not be forgiven only for intolerance. There must be intolerance against intolerance. To do this, we must take the sword.

... but when it's over, If you chase intolerance.

"... and finally, I need a wall. If you're in a situation where you don't need a sword or shield, then you don't have to attack anymore, and you don't have to hold a shield to protect yourself... just relax in a place surrounded by walls."

After that, you should be indifferent.

Don't lose sight of yourself too much, whether it's intolerance or intolerance.

That's why I'm a wall.

so that you can surround and protect what you care about. Nevertheless, do not let intolerance intrude. Not tolerate intolerance.

You don't have to go around like a shield, you don't have to attack like a sword... that kind of wall is our ideal shape.

"... that's why I think I'm going to need a wall in the end. It's not a spiritual wall anymore, it's a physical thing. It's like surrounding a forest village."

It's getting bigger all at once.

Yeah. But we needed a wall to protect the village from the woods, so we might need a wall to protect the village from the outside.... well, then there 'll be more walls, so I guess you can paint all you want. I can draw a lot of murals. I did it. I don't know what to draw. I wonder what to draw.

"You look happy. I don't know what you're thinking... no, a picture..."

Oh, yeah. It's a hit.

They listened to me and then Faye nodded, "Okay."

"Now, shall we build a wall? Then I'll talk to my brother and father."

Ah, early. I'm talking really fast... I wonder if that's okay. "I want to be a wall" theory, okay?

"I think I'm good. Wall.... I was going to draw about a hundred dragons and stuff like that. But, well... it's not like a corn, it's not right. I thought so, so I stopped the idea."

Yeah.... Fay seems to understand.

I'm glad about that. It's a great pleasure to have someone who understands and agrees with me.

"So it's a wall, right? All right, let's go to Niisan and Dad..."

"Oh, that's not it yet, is it?

But when Fai was about to get up, Claire stopped him.

"Earlier, when we were talking about corn, I think it would be better to hit him back first and then build a wall. I knew they were licking and rotting. I think you can hit him once and let him know."

... Mr Crowe's remarks are somehow noisy. No, I think I'd rather do that in front of the wall... but I'm a little different. Mr. Crowe.

"Ah, I see. So he's the Sword? That way first. Sword. Sword, hey... corn. You got any good ideas?

Fay was getting a little bit of momentum, but for the time being, he asked me.

... and I've made up my mind about the Sword.

I think dragons are good.

It was the same at the Royal Museum of Art, but when the dragon comes out, people seem to be quiet instantly. That's why I think it's good for the dragon to come out and take a look.

If the opponent is a little scared just by a glance, it will never go any further. We're not here to hurt them. The purpose is to tell the other person "Don't hurt us" in a way that they can understand so they won't hurt us.

So, in this case... uh, proof of force or something like that? Hmm, I don't like this kind of thing very much, but I can't help it.

"Alright, then I'll threaten you with a dragon. Anything else?

"... and I thought maybe the birds would be nice, but I still feel like it's no good."

What a rumor, there was a bird outside the window looking a little wary. But this time it's not your turn!

"... that's right. That bird is a bit of a loser. It looks fluffy."

Crowe looked at the bird outside the window and nodded in unison. Mm-hmm.

"That fluffy thing doesn't look like a spiritual thing. In that regard, I think it's good that the dragon looks like a god or a spirit."

When I continued, I unanimously decided. [M] No birds. The reason is that it doesn't look like a god or a spirit...

"... by the way, can that dragon fight?

That's what Faye said, and it bothers me a little.

... yeah.

It rains and maybe lightning, but Alicorn might be better at that.

Then, even if it's a little surprising, how can I surprise you?... oh. Dragons aren't good for intimidation?

"This way, you can't fight it with human power, so I want you to feel it. Suddenly the ground breaks."

"After all, the liver will get cold when a giant thing comes in. But then the dragon will have to approach them."

"Then why don't you just break the ground and let a big creature attack you?

"Is the dragon diving on the ground?

... I've had a lot of opinions, but yeah. That's right. I want you to be surprised that you will never attack us again, but to do that, you should do something very massive.

Well then, why don't you let out some new creatures?

"If I was too old, I wouldn't be able to live in the forest. It's hard....."

"Ah! I don't care about any creatures, but they have to look like gods or spirits!

... after all, if you leave it to the dragon alone, the scale is worrisome, so I wonder if you need the power of another creature. Um...

When we were worried, Ange leaned and said.

"... that corn oniichan looks like a spirit.

... hmm?

"Ah, isn't that nice? If the corn comes out without the seal."

... eh.

"Well... when the dragon-riding corn comes out, the impression will be strong. It seems like you can paint cracks, and since you can speak human language, you can negotiate...."

After a while, Mr. Crowe smiled and stared at me. [M]... I wonder.

"Hey, Corn-san. You want to keep your sword to a minimum, right?

"Yeah."

That's right. Our aim is not to fight. Even if I had to wave my sword, it was a means, not an end.

That's why I want you to surprise me by saying, "We have so much power here," and stop attacking me...

"That's right.... then let's imitate that bird a little bit."

Eh?

Outside the window, a bird feels the signs of being called and approaches the window. No, I'm not talking about you. I'm talking about you.

"It's a bird imitation. I'm gonna grab that bouquet bastard.... I don't suppose the employer has a curse on the boulder. So let them confess their sins and sign the memoirs!

... wow.