"Stop, Yūta's methods may have been a little too extreme, but there was nothing else he could do.
Rikka had to face the fact that her father had passed away, and the process was bound to be extremely painful. No one could change that."
"This isn't cruelty. It's simply an inevitable part of the process of growing from childishness into maturity.
No one's growth comes easily."
Watching scene after scene unfold, the fans could only sigh helplessly. As expected, youth was contradictory by nature.
It was full of passion and sweet romance, yet it was also mixed with the unique troubles of young men and women—the pain of growing up.
Happiness and sorrow were opposites by nature. No one, and no period of life, could make a person feel happiness and sorrow at the same time.
The youth so many people envied was like that too. Youth was certainly happy, but it also had its own troubles.
Weren't Yūta and Rikka—and even Sanae Dekomori—like that right now?
"No... That's not what I wanted to say..."
Seeing Sanae Dekomori flee in tears, Yūta tightly covered his face. What did it matter if he had a thousand words to say? What did it matter if everything he had said was a cruel fact?
That wasn't what he had wanted to express at all. He didn't even know why he had said such harsh things.
Destroying someone's interests and fantasies with your own hands would cause pain to the person being destroyed, but could the one doing the destroying really feel happy either?
Yūta knew that the reason he had said those things to Sanae Dekomori wasn't because he was noble and wanted to pull her out of Chunibyo.
It was because he was powerless.
He had vented his own pain and repression