I Don't Know

I don’t remember what happened afterwards. However, in the fight against the insubstantial ghost, I was instilled a vision. The image of my neck twisted with a dagger. The image of my heart being pierced with one finger. The image of being punched in the face with a counter against my fist attack. The image of every bone in my body being broken. The image of being kicked in the knee and then the face.

All my martial art was put out, I was killed, and the image of being destroyed was imprinted. I tried to fight back, but it was in vain. His movements seem to be the final form of the steps from the ladder training, and sometimes he’s able to set counters against my attacks. At the end, I ignored all the basics and the body techniques I had learned in the academy, and I simply lost myself to a child-like tantrum which left me ridiculously exposed.

Waking up with my slowly becoming uncloudy, “Haa, ha, the heck, What’s going on.”

Not much time has passed. The evening light is still in the sky, not yet night. Well, after a few hours, Sadie should come to get me.

However, that she’s not coming means it has not been that long. And yet, I felt intense fatigue as if he had been fighting for hours.

Enuma said, "Hmm, have you been killed too much? Well, was this little enough to revise your opinion of me?"

Enuma looks down at me with a cool face and said, "However, it seems the basic of basics in martial art have been imprinted. Later, add a shadow into your daily routine while looking into a mirror, all other physical training is just a matter of sparring."

To be honest, I can’t make a fool of him anymore. For me, it’s like “Even if you die and become a ghost, you can easily kill them.”

Even though I didn’t actually die, I was able to experience the feeling of actually dying. 

Enuma said, "Okay? We will also spar like this every day from now on. If you experience my movement and overwhelming strength every day, there will be nothing to fear from those children there."

I’m fighting him every day. Somehow, my senses will change in various ways. I replied, “It’s pretty hard, master.”

Enuma snorted, "Did you think you could become stronger so easily? In order to become stronger in a short period of time, the duration of frustration must also be denser."

I reply, “yeah, that’s true.”

I was worn out and started to fall asleep on the spot. 

Enuma asks, "What happened? Could it be, did disappointment in your ability led you to lose your fighting spirit?"

I reply, “Well, I’m so weak, I’ve never thought that till today.”

I was killed many times, was aware of my weakness many times, and I was reminded of his mercy many times. The more I knew about the greatness of the Demon King Enuma, the more I thought of another thing.

I say, “Hey, Enuma.”

Spinning around to attention, Enuma asks, "What?"

What I thought while being beaten was about my father. I ask, “You said my father he was obnoxious and couldn’t read the mood.”

Enuma agreed, saying, "Hmm? Yes. If it was one-on-one, I would have won the battle, but that man."

As always, Enuma looks irritated, as he still thinks my father is abhorrent. Well, there’s no foul or fair in war, but I understand his feelings enough to call it a grudge. 

I say, “It’s just, even if my father was cowardly and couldn’t read the mood. Obnoxious or not. Still, you and my father fought.”

Enuma agreed, "Oh… Perhaps, but-"

I follow up by saying, “Unlike me now, if I fight, I’ll be killed, I’ll be hurt, I’ll be destroyed, against you, if your form actually existed.”

The reason I was still facing him was because Enuma was a ghost. The reason that there was only a feeling and not actually been killed, injured and destroyed in the true sense.

Then what about my father? I then say, "My father stood up to a ridiculous monster, like you, and survived?”

It is not a question of whether father defeated the Demon King, or whether his means to do so were obnoxious and he couldn’t read the mood. He stood up to something like this. At the risk of his life.

Why would he face, for what? For humanity? For the world? Why-

Enuma interrupted my thoughts, "You really, you know nothing of Heero."

Replying. I say “Well, to be honest, I don’t know how strong my father really is.”

Enuma agreed, "Not at all."

Yes, I don’t know about my father.

Enuma replied, "The first thing you should do is, rather than knowing or surpassing the power of Heero as a hero. First of all, comprehend the path that Heero took to become a hero."

Heero went did not instantly become the hero, but on his journey of life became a hero that was also his father. Enuma continued, "People expect you to be ‘the Son of the Hero’, but he would not have walked a smooth route to become a Hero. If they believe your ‘Hero’ father could always face it without fear, you are mistaken. Even if he is obnoxious man to me."

Yes, I don’t know the process because I only know the result of my father defeating the Demon King. That’s why, as I currently am against such overwhelming difference in power, as I don’t know. I said, “Whatever you say my father is just busy, and that’s what-”

Enuma interrupted, "Did you not even try to find out? Did you investigate it yourself?"

I replied, ”No, I did not try to get to know my father. I kept-”

Enuma said, "I understand you do not face the man often, but did you not, in one way or another, get acquainted with your father?"

I never tried to find out for myself. I didn’t want to know, probably because of all the talk and comparisons. So, I had said things like, ‘Well, teach me the sword, give me your sword’, but as soon as I was told that it was no good, I stayed away. Above all, I hated being told, ‘Our era was…’

Enuma said, "If someone said that 'it would not be helpful because the times are different', then this is a fool. Perhaps it is simply a boast, however, the old story will be helpful depending on the attitude of the listener. As perhaps the old story has something that can guide you in the present time."

I was made to think about Enuma words, who can tell that I dislike preaching related to old stories. I asked, “You, about my father will you tell me?”

Enuma enlightened me by saying, "Do not be silly. You should inquire about your father yourself."

I was stupefied and felt the anxiety from an invisible pressure. seems that I was forcing the pressure on myself, I said, "… Ha, you’re right.”

No way, I never thought I’d be interested in my father in this way. Well, right now he’s so busy, he doesn’t have time for me. Even if I met him on occasion, I could only say that he had been uncooperative. If he had a little time, then I’ll ask.

I then said, “You too”

Enuma surprised asked "What?"

I said, “You too. If you feel like it”

It’s also about the guy who’s looking at me now. The history of the battles between these two people. I simply wanted to know more about that era.