After meeting Other Shore, he had learned the answer.
To gods, this world's history was indeed far too brief. An ordinary person's life, in particular—mere decades or a hundred years—might seem no longer than an instant to them.
For them, even showing gentleness was an act of compassion toward all living beings.
Just like Other Shore, who remained within Kuta but had never come out to meet them.
They and the countless people of this world simply belonged to different worlds. What would meeting accomplish? You were only a fleeting moment in the years someone else had lived through. Being remembered was already a stroke of luck. Could you really hope they would stop and remain within that brief span of your life?
"Mr. Kuta."
Issho did not answer Kuta. Instead, he raised his head, fixing his eyes, which showed only their whites, on him. "May I ask you two questions?"
"Of course."
Although Issho's sudden seriousness puzzled Kuta somewhat, he still nodded.
"May I know how you truly view this world?"
"And after overthrowing the World Government, how do you intend to handle what comes next?"
Issho's questions left Kuta momentarily distracted.
He gave Issho a searching look. From the seriousness on his face, Kuta knew this man might truly have seen through his nature.
His initial irreverence, his desire to be a he—
ro, and all the rest had stemmed from his knowledge of this world!
That foreknowledge naturally gave him a lofty sense of superiority.
And as his strength had rapidly swelled, the heart that set him apart from this world had naturally risen even higher.
If Other Shore had not appeared and broadened his horizons, he did not know whether he would ever have changed.
As he had thought from the beginning, the world was a