Shinsetsu na Otoko

“Teacher…”

“You really have nothing better to do, huh, Himeko?”
“Oh, that’s right. The school closed down because of that joyful incident the other day, hahaha!”
“But…”
“I thought I’d told you to never come here again, didn’t I?”

“...”

Death goes around. The seal of 7.5
What kind of influence did the interpretation of the Laurants have on the girl?

An <understanding? Man who will add a little bit of secret ingredient to your celebratory drink> 

I was born…

<An educator who solves his student’s problems?>[Kindhearted]
<A philanthropist who relieved the pregnant woman of her fears?>[Kindhearted]
<A volunteer that brings you drinks from a new product line?>[Kindhearted]
<A well-meaning repairman who does maintenance on old vehicles?>[Kindhearted]
<A humanitarian who reunites family members?>[Kindhearted]
<A savior that releases you from the burden of results being demanded from you?>[Kindhearted]

-A man whose kindness is his only strength (bitter laugh)

“Oh geez."

"I can’t believe I got arrested for the smallest of things, and they’re labeling me a murderer with no damning physical or logical evidence!?”

What a ridiculous
<Delusional theory>[delusion]
“Hey, Sakabayashi!”
What you’re doing is nothing more than
<Forcing an outcome that you’ve convinced yourself of>[illogical acts]
“Why don’t you come clean already?!”
I guess there was no point in 
<Going by my mother’s maiden name Sukuna>[changing my surname]
“With a scumbag for a father…”
“Like father, like son!”
They say

There is only one of me…
I can’t <leap across the observation points of ⛩️orizons>[travel through time]...
Or <freely select any path to life>[do it all over again]...

“Right?!”

-being the ordinary man I am
I just wanted to live as joyfully as possible-

“So then…”
“So then, Teacher!”
“Were you truly…joyful?”

“...and what if I’m not?”
“So what if this <game>...this shitty <life> of mine wasn’t joyful!?”

I’ve never once thought from the bottom of my heart…
That this life was anything close to joyful…
Just why was I born…?
I haven’t got…the slightest clue…

“...”

I didn’t think…we could share…
The sin of being born
And the meaning of life

But if lending a shoulder to your [sadness]
Is what we call [love]

Then I-

“STOP IT!”
“You think you’re some kind of saint now?”
“Stop thinking that you can save me.”
“It’s too late for me…far too late.”
“And I have no need for salvation either.”
“Go back to where you belong.”

“Wait, teacher!”

“You are…no longer my student.”