"If we can plunge this city before us into chaos and bring it under our control, we'll have leverage to negotiate with the Federal Government."
"Our retreat lies behind us, but we can't retreat, nor can we afford to!"
"At this point, we have no other path but forward. Every path that isn't forward may look like it offers a chance to survive."
"But once you reach the end of that path, you'll find that it is absolutely a dead end..."
At daybreak, the Nagaril team leaders who had come from various areas outside the city reached a consensus.
At first, their goal really had been to protest to the Nagaril Joint Council and the Federal Government.
They needed to be treated fairly and justly. They needed the same rights as other Nagaril people, including the right to move somewhere better to live! But something unexpected happened during the grand march, and the riots erupted without warning.
Human greed had gotten the upper hand. A grand march meant to petition the authorities had turned into a massive riot, plunging Nagaril into turmoil!
At this point, they actually had few paths left. The only thing they could do was what the cleverest person among them had suggested: find a way to force the Federals to sit down and negotiate with them.
Ambition, desire, ideals, the future! Everything rested on this battle! The speaker was a forty-seven-year-old teacher. He taught at a middle school, teaching Common Language and mathematics, as well as some Practical Subject.
Practical Subject was a discipline unique to Nagaril. It could be seen as something like the Federal "labor class."
In Practical Subject classes, middle school students were mainly taught skills they might use after graduation.
For example, mixing cement, basic construction techniques, simple welding, and other trades,