656 Revolution (1/2)

From past to present, there had always been social classes.

This was a rather serious topic, far more serious than what most people thought. It wouldn't be so easy to describe.

Seiji's personal experiences made him feel that Akatsuki Mitarai's actions were precisely a reflection of how cruel the issue of social classes was.

Ordinary people and Spiritual Ability users, low-ranked Spiritual Ability users and high-ranked Spiritual Ability users… the difference between people in different social classes was such as if there was a frighteningly deep and dark abyss between them.

The darkness had always been present. It had never left.

It had already devoured countless people, and would continue to devour even more.

Some understood this, while others didn't. Some only partially understood. Some understood only when it was too late. Some didn't understand even as they died.

”Revolution”… perhaps some would even scoff at hearing this word.

Such people would feel that revolution was an outdated concept to the point where it was awkward to even see in a movie, manga, or anime. Revolution was an annoying concept often used by the antagonists. The amount of emotions that a term like revolution could stir up couldn't even compare to a convoluted story of love, hatred, and revenge.

But, actually, this word's meaning was something that most people, especially young people, wouldn't be able to truly comprehend.

The current generation was the information generation—information could be obtained easily on the internet. People could learn so many things through the internet, giving them a mistaken impression that they were sufficiently wise and knowledgeable enough, that they were far wiser than people from generations before them.

”Revolution”? Haha.

The current generation didn't need such a concept at all! Society was quite advanced and cultured. We were smart enough to no longer need or be fooled by such an archaic term! Human society was foundationally based on personal benefits, and so-called ”revolution” was nothing more than a traditional form of sophistry…

However, was that really the case?

Who could be certain that the ”wise thoughts” one had weren't actually intentionally manipulated to be that way by the higher-ups?

Who could be certain that the ”truth” one was certain of wasn't actually a great falsehood planted by others?

Had the time of ”revolution” truly passed? Was this word truly meaningless now?

The constantly active internet brought along too many mistaken impressions. The neverending source of electric light caused people to forget the terror of the darkness.

Yet, the truth wouldn't disappear simply because of people's misunderstanding or ignorance.

Social classes indeed existed.

However… did that mean revolution was ”correct”?

Or was revolution yet another ”mistake”?

”Those in high positions, getting away with whatever they please… That's indeed the case,” Seiji agreed. ”Those in the highest positions have power and authority. They can do anything that they want, committing crimes for the sake of personal benefits or even just for their desires. There are probably countless people like that. Those who do evil deserve to be judged. I'm more than happy to see the deaths of those who abuse power.”

”Haruta-san…” Rota's tone was obviously delighted.

”However,” Seiji continued. ”I can't agree with your actions just like this… Perhaps you guys are correct, perhaps you're true revolutionaries, yet I'm unable to know for sure what you really are.”

”In that case, it's okay to just…”

”Nor do I want to know what you really are!” Seiji greatly emphasized this portion. ”That's because I'm still a 'Haruta'. Although I've been exiled from my family, I still have family that shares my name. I'm not referring to that Shuntou Haruta, but other family of mine that I'm related to by blood. If you want to overthrow the old order, it's possible that you might harm them, which is why I can't possibly join your side.”

In the end, this was a matter of what one chose to support.

Seiji chose to support the family that he viewed as important rather than what was ”right”.

He had always been this type of person who didn't do the ”right” thing.

He was willing to kill others.

He wanted to start a harem.

He wouldn't save everyone that he could possibly save.

He… only wanted to do what he wanted, what he liked to do. He would ignore everything else.

From this standpoint, he was foundationally similar to Akatsuki Mitarai.

He wasn't a good person.

He wasn't an evil person.

He was simply himself… that was all there was to it.

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

A chilly night breeze blew past.