[LN] Senpai, Jitaku Keibiin no Koyou wa Ikaga desu ka? - Volume 1 - Chapter 3 - Part 6

 

Chapter 3 - Useless policies (Part 6)

Simply put, these are parents who value earthly language above all else.

When a child does bad things, the punishment will be something engraved on the heart called fear.

Recently, there has been controversy regarding this educational motto.

Growing up being scolded, sometimes even being subjected to violence, I side with this case.

When you do something bad, you will be punished. There are some people, who can't grow up without a curtain. And there are also people behind the curtain who realize their mistakes correctly, but their hands are still intact.

A child's fear of doing the wrong thing, I agree with that. For the child who says no matter how many times he doesn't understand, he needs to be punished.

But is it worth imposing that logic on a small mistake?

I don't know.

I don't understand.

No one can understand.

Fear of punishment for such mistakes. It's no longer about educating children, it's about keeping pets.

My parents are such assholes.

For example, my story was taken to a Bento shop.

You can put whatever you like into a bento box, like a buffet. As long as the lid of the box can be closed tightly, how much you put in the box is still a fixed price.

So I put whatever I liked into the box, and when it came time to pay, I realized my mistake.

Bento box. The place where rice is stored should not have anything other than rice added to it. I didn't know that but I only put in side dishes. I was mocked by the staff, "Be careful next time, kid!".

When I left the store, I was scolded like I was going to die.

They didn't tell me that. I made the mistake of not knowing, but they told me that they didn't need to know, because it was obvious. My parents are like that.

They don't go crazy over something they can't do anything about. But they hated it when their child shamed them for what he couldn't do.

The child's fault is also t he parent's fault.

They can't accept it, they are furious that their child has shamed them.

Their clumsiness and lack of upbringing, they didn't even try to realize it, let alone admit it.

What mattered was not the child named Tamachi Hajime, but rather that he was part of a family that valued the family's good name from being damaged if seen by outsiders, and they would ruthlessly push all the responsibility onto the child irresponsibly.

They don't love their child.

They are happy to have a child who does not embarrass them.

When I was a child, although I couldn't describe it in words, I could somehow feel it.

Just a glaring blank cover. In short, I was stupid to appreciate it.

I had no gratitude to my family, let alone my ancestors. So when I was taken on a graveyard pilgrimage, I only felt dissatisfied when I had to do that boring thing. After all, I was stupid enough to go to the trouble of putting my hands together to pay my respects to a stone.

But, when I don't do those stupid things, I get scolded. I hated that, so I kept quiet.

Although still a child, I gradually began to understand how this society worked.

How could one judge someone by their appearance? It doesn't matter if the inside is good or not, just the outer code is enough. At least if I could show it like that, I wouldn't get scolded. Even if they can't accept or are dissatisfied with my behavior, they have nothing to lose.

As long as you keep a good appearance, you will be praised, not scolded at all. I could buy what I liked within the same framework as the rest of the family.

When I was in elementary school, I was an elite child.

I studied well, and I also played sports. Although I didn't call myself a king, I still maintained my ranking, at the same time, I was also able to play closely with little kids like Gami.

To my parents, I was their proud son.

But that's not the result of wanting to be loved by the family.

I didn't want to be scolded.

The intense feelings I had for my parents were just that.

However, that doesn't mean I didn't make a single mistake. There were a few times when I made small mistakes and was scolded by them, many times.

But the more mistakes I made, the more my ability to avoid responsibility increased. Sometimes I pretended that nothing had happened, and blamed others. I'm sure that among kids my age, no one is better at defending themselves than me. Even Gami had been blamed by me.

Was it me when I was in 5th grade?

I witnessed my classmate stealing from a bookstore 30 minutes by bicycle from school.

The other side was also shocked when it witnessed the crime scene.

Our eyes met, for about 5 seconds.

"Ah, sorry."

I told an employee to come to me.

To denounce the behavior that the child had just done.

"No more new publications?"

No.

I prioritized what I wanted to do first, to fulfill my purpose for coming here.

"Ah, here it is. If it wasn't here, it might have been sold out."

"Hey... I see."

After a brief exchange with the counter staff, I left the store with drooping shoulders.

"Uh, eh. Tamachi!"

I went back to get the bike and the thief was standing there.

His eyes seemed to be looking at something mysterious. A mystery that couldn't be explained, and needed an answer.

"Hmm? Ah, what a coincidence."

My classmate who had just made eye contact with me was now acting as if she had just met me, probably having no choice but to roll her eyes at me.

"Are you free right now?"

"No... for later."

I didn't seem to agree, but

"I'll buy you some juice!"

"Come to think of it, I'm free after this."

I quickly took the bait.

The park is not far from the bookstore. She told me to choose whatever I liked at the vending machine, so I took my favorite and most importantly, the most expensive drink here. It's not that I like it. It's just that it takes a lot of effort, so I chose the most expensive item that I would never buy with my own money.

"Tamachi. Did you see what happened earlier?"

After taking a quick sip, the classmate went straight to the point.

She didn't look scared. She just didn't understand what I meant by that, and really wanted an answer.

"I didn't see anything. Is that okay?"

Knowing that, I calmly admitted the truth, without fear.

There was surprise to receive my simple answer.

Why did I turn a blind eye to my classmate stealing? It was because I just didn't want to get into trouble.

If you see someone doing something wrong, you will tell an adult.

This is perfect form, both for wood and paint from the perspective of society.

The right thing to do is to get praise from adults.

But after that?

Your classmate will rise to be the top oligarch in the school. And it will be the one who draws people into its goddamn behavior.

What if you hold a grudge against that classmate? If you find out, it's obvious that your classmate will take revenge on you.

If I isolate myself in class, I'll be fine.

I'm sorry, but I'd rather die than let a bully happen, and I don't make toys for brats.

The teacher is also pragmatic, not getting into trouble, so it's useless to ask her for help.

My parents would definitely not believe that I'm the one the bully would try to bully.

Bullshit. I don't want to get better forever or anything. This is more than enough.

I can live a relaxed life without being watched by my parents' dark eyes. Not having them by my side only made me feel more comfortable.

Even when my performance dropped, they still thought it was because I was trying to take care of homework. In fact, it got to the point that I was only addicted to online games, because my parents didn't look after me or supervise me. Even so, the people around me still casually praised me as a good child.

I have no gratitude to my parents for raising me this far.

There was no such thing as family love in me.

So when I was in 3rd grade, my mother died, and I didn't have any sadness.

I pretended to be a poor child who had just lost her mother at that age, and sighed in annoyance at having to organize a funeral.

Then a storm appeared, about 49 days before the death anniversary.

The incense that shouldn't have been able to extinguish the stain, went out while I was at home.

I never folded my hands in worship or touched the incense, except in front of family and relatives. When I got home, I was busy playing video games, so I forgot.

My father, who had just returned home with my maternal relatives, saw that the incense had burned, and he scolded me.

After my grandmother left, my father got angry with me. After all these years, I had been punched in the face.

Seeing her back trembling, I suddenly felt the evil spirit inside me flow out. I suddenly felt stupid for being so scared all this time. I returned to my room, thinking that playing games would be more useful than becoming this human opponent.

On the day my relatives gathered to celebrate my 49th birthday, I escaped there and stayed at Gami's house until the event was over. My father must have been severely criticized by his relatives, but by the time the others left, he still couldn't say a word. He just looked at me with hatred in his eyes, and when I raised my fist, the scene where he fell to the ground was a masterpiece.

Since then, a chasm has clearly separated us.

Although my father and akh lived under the same roof, my father tried to pretend that he couldn't see my face. I don't know when he didn't return home. But he kept his eye on the world's tongue, so he still gave me living expenses and pocket money through bank transfers. What she's most afraid of is not knowing what will happen when I light a fire.

I went to the best high school in town, knowing full well that she was still bragging to everyone around me about my superiority.

So I chose to attend a low-class college in the lower society as a joke. Being able to walk to school was also convenient for me.

In high school, well... a lot happened to me in my third year, but that's for later. After all, a lot of things had happened, that's all.

After graduating from high school, I received a salary and went to Tokyo

"Huh, boring and uninteresting story, right?"

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