Tetsuhiro turned back to Kenshiro and said, "Look at old Jesse. He never forgot what he set out to do. He risked his life to protect his dream, and even when he was dying, he kept fighting for it."
"Yes, that's truly admirable." Kenshiro nodded in agreement.
"Now look at you, damn it! You just ambushed me!" The wound in his chest still throbbed, and the more Tetsuhiro thought about it, the angrier he became.
"Well... I thought..." Kenshiro looked so embarrassed he could barely get his words out.
It was rare to see that expression on such an icy man, and Tetsuhiro felt a little better.
"Thought what? What you think isn't necessarily the truth. Don't jump to conclusions before you've figured out what's really going on. You don't use your brain at all. You just charge in."
"No wonder later..." Tetsuhiro abruptly stopped. He had some misgivings about the fate behind this planet—or rather, someone's will.
Kenshiro was baffled. "Later? What happens later?"
"What I'm saying is, have you ever considered what happens even if you're strong enough to defeat the Southern Dipper, Raoh, and everyone else? Have you thought about how to govern this world? How to restore order?"
"..."
The cold wind whistled past...
Kenshiro's face stiffened, and he gave no answer. Lin and old Jesse had no idea what Tetsuhiro meant and couldn't very well interrupt.
Barto did have a few ideas. He was anxious, opening his mouth to speak, but he didn't dare say anything.
Silence was tonight's Cambridge...
Just as I thought...
Tetsuhiro slapped his forehead, utterly speechless.
Thinking about it, asking a boy who had only just reached adulthood, who had trained in martial arts since childhood and knew nothing but women, to discuss principles of governance, the bigger picture, and