"An educated man?"
"Oh~"
"Was he a failed examinee?"
"Several examinees go mad every time the results are announced."
"I've gotten used to it."
"But this man..."
"Why did he come all the way to a place like this?"
"Couldn't he go cry in his own residence or an inn?"
"Isn't it just one failed exam?"
"Look how young he still is."
"He'll have more chances in the future."
"Don't go mad..."
"Then his family is truly going to suffer."
"What should we do?"
"Are we just going to leave him here?"
"What else can we do?"
"Can you make him leave?"
"Hey!"
"Hey!"
"Scholar!"
"Can you hear me?"
"You can't stay here!"
"This is my residence!"
"You should leave!"
"Hey!"
Several people exchanged glances.
Together, they stepped forward and tried to drag the Young Scholar away from the residence.
Unexpectedly, the Young Scholar fought like a madman, throwing wild punches and kicks.
His expression was frantic.
There was even a searing hatred in his eyes.
The group was frightened.
Caught off guard, they were struck several times by the Young Scholar.
The person who had been hit the hardest was the first to let go and retreat.
Once one of them took the lead, the others quickly let go as well and backed away.
"Madman!"
"Forget it."
"Leave him alone."
"He'll leave on his own once he calms down."
"Besides, there's nothing worth stealing in your residence anyway."
"Let him fend for himself."
"...I suppose that's the only way."
After all, ordinary people like them couldn't afford to quarrel with a madman.
The residence was once again left with only the Young Scholar.
The rain poured down.
It drowned out many sounds.
The Young Scholar's head hung low.