First Person (entry type): [Voice] ...Was Touma playing with the computer again? This doesn’t look right... boo. Well, I guess I’ll just try again. No harm done...
Ah, still? How irritating... This appears to be recording.
Hello? If this is broadcasting, then perhaps someone can assist me. I’m looking for a recipe for Peking Duck served on bao, but I keep getting redirected here. Shuu says I can’t make it as well as his mother. I think he’s just saying that because he knows I can’t resist a challenge and he wants me to cook for him, but I have to admit it’s working.
But this doesn't look like a cooking site. Is it?
Third Person: Shin sat at the edge of the shore and closed his eyes. He leaned back against the sand and let his body arch forward towards the sun, like a cat seeking out the warmest spot on the living room floor. He'd pulled his pants up above his knees and the waves lapped at his ankles, sliding a little further up with every wave as the tide came in.
He knew, without really thinking about it, that the waves wouldn't come up past his knees. Like he always knew exactly when high tide would be, and what days the currents made it unsafe to swim versus what days the water was absolutely perfect and clear. He'd always known, and it was one of those things he'd never questioned about himself. His mother had never said or done anything that would indicate he was strange. He hadn't even known that not everyone was like this until that trip to the beach with his class in third grade. And he hadn't understood why he was special until his fifteenth birthday.
His mother always said, “There's a reason for all things – you'll understand in time.” He'd never doubted her until now, but... he was just so tired of the fighting, the failures. Even the victories were growing more bitter, as each one drained more and more of his energy. He felt empty. He knew he wasn't the only one who felt it, but none of the others let it bother them. They had the courage and determination that let them persevere, that let them not feel things the way he did. They had a lot of things he didn't. Seiji and Touma -- they were so smart. In different ways, sure, but so smart that it was scary sometimes just to see their brains working. Shuu was the strongest person he'd ever known, in every way. Mentally, emotionally, it was like hurt bounced off him the same way hits did. And Ryo was just -- Ryo was a hero. They were very few but Ryo, undeniably, was one, because he had it all. He could fight like Shuu and plan like Touma and heal like Seiji and it never broke him. Shin loved them for it. He loved them all. But how was he meant to compete with that? He got pretty good grades and he stayed out of trouble but his friends -- they were special. And he just wasn't -- not in a bad way, just the way he was. So if everything happened for a reason, what was the reason for choosing him?
Even that would be okay, but he couldn't carry the burden. With every battle he grew more afraid that this time he would break. He didn't mind being average but he couldn't bear the thought of letting his friends down.
So he kept fighting. They were strongest together, when their hearts were united. He couldn’t walk away, because no matter how he faltered, Suiko had to remain strong. So he held on, and did his best to keep up, and he hoped that he would be just strong enough to be there for his friends when they needed him.
Shin Mouri||Yoroiden Samurai Troopers||4/4
[Voice]
...Was Touma playing with the computer again? This doesn’t look right... boo. Well, I guess I’ll just try again. No harm done...
Ah, still? How irritating... This appears to be recording.
Hello? If this is broadcasting, then perhaps someone can assist me. I’m looking for a recipe for Peking Duck served on bao, but I keep getting redirected here. Shuu says I can’t make it as well as his mother. I think he’s just saying that because he knows I can’t resist a challenge and he wants me to cook for him, but I have to admit it’s working.
But this doesn't look like a cooking site. Is it?
Third Person:
Shin sat at the edge of the shore and closed his eyes. He leaned back against the sand and let his body arch forward towards the sun, like a cat seeking out the warmest spot on the living room floor. He'd pulled his pants up above his knees and the waves lapped at his ankles, sliding a little further up with every wave as the tide came in.
He knew, without really thinking about it, that the waves wouldn't come up past his knees. Like he always knew exactly when high tide would be, and what days the currents made it unsafe to swim versus what days the water was absolutely perfect and clear. He'd always known, and it was one of those things he'd never questioned about himself. His mother had never said or done anything that would indicate he was strange. He hadn't even known that not everyone was like this until that trip to the beach with his class in third grade. And he hadn't understood why he was special until his fifteenth birthday.
His mother always said, “There's a reason for all things – you'll understand in time.” He'd never doubted her until now, but... he was just so tired of the fighting, the failures. Even the victories were growing more bitter, as each one drained more and more of his energy. He felt empty. He knew he wasn't the only one who felt it, but none of the others let it bother them. They had the courage and determination that let them persevere, that let them not feel things the way he did. They had a lot of things he didn't. Seiji and Touma -- they were so smart. In different ways, sure, but so smart that it was scary sometimes just to see their brains working. Shuu was the strongest person he'd ever known, in every way. Mentally, emotionally, it was like hurt bounced off him the same way hits did. And Ryo was just -- Ryo was a hero. They were very few but Ryo, undeniably, was one, because he had it all. He could fight like Shuu and plan like Touma and heal like Seiji and it never broke him. Shin loved them for it. He loved them all. But how was he meant to compete with that? He got pretty good grades and he stayed out of trouble but his friends -- they were special. And he just wasn't -- not in a bad way, just the way he was. So if everything happened for a reason, what was the reason for choosing him?
Even that would be okay, but he couldn't carry the burden. With every battle he grew more afraid that this time he would break. He didn't mind being average but he couldn't bear the thought of letting his friends down.
So he kept fighting. They were strongest together, when their hearts were united. He couldn’t walk away, because no matter how he faltered, Suiko had to remain strong. So he held on, and did his best to keep up, and he hoped that he would be just strong enough to be there for his friends when they needed him.