Majila had never imagined that he, who had still been suffering in hell yesterday, would be able to return to ordinary life.
School? What was that?
Of course, I knew it was a place to learn knowledge. I had once been a good student myself. I just never thought there would be a day when I could sit in a spacious classroom and study again, when the world had clearly already—
"I want to drop out."
Yet less than three days later, once the initial excitement had faded, after much deliberation and amid the sighs of the outsider teachers, Majila chose to leave.
"I can't learn anything useful here. Whether it's culture and history or industrial knowledge, I can't find anywhere to apply it..."
Don't talk to him about the future. He didn't think he could live another three years, much less concern himself with rebuilding this region.
Even if there were new islands and a new country, what did that have to do with him? The people who had truly hurt him had been his own countrymen and kin.
A mortal who had suffered enough from chaos and pain desired only the strength to protect himself.
Honestly study and go work some desk job in civilized society? In a region and era like this, staying in a safe zone for years or even over a decade, living off the support of others, was far too luxurious and unrealistic.
"I still have a mother and a younger sister."
His mother was riddled with illnesses, and his sister had been malnourished for a long time. Both depended on him to support them. Even if the outsiders kindly waived his tuition, could they really stay forever? Even charity had limits to its funds. Once they left, his family would be even worse