Great writers and philosophers

Momochi Zabuzhan leaned against a thick branch, waiting for Bai under the tree to prepare the food. During this gap, he found a piece of paper that was obviously torn from some book and folded from his ninja bag. paper.

An essay about Polaris was published on the paper, which Momochi Zabuzhan dug out from the ninja bag of a dead soul of a defeated swordsman a long, long time ago.

To be precise, he read it after he dug it out, and then showed it to him.

This is an article whose style is difficult to define, but given the general cultural level of this world, no one will care if the famous Polaris can't even distinguish the style.

It's a small story that seems to be a small excerpt from some overall larger story.

"The weather was so good that day, and the young man walking towards her was so perfect, she can say without hesitation, if the picture ends here, then this is the most memorable, beautiful and quiet picture in one's life up.

But the weather was so good that day, the wind was gentle, and the clouds were moving. The young man who walked towards her slowly had stars in his eyes, and he just killed someone.

She looked at a boy who was about her age, less than ten years old, walking towards her, and felt that she could smell the smell of blood.But the boy had tidied himself up very carefully before coming, and that was just her conscious hallucination.

The boy's footsteps gradually hesitated, and she became anxious. She knew that the other party must have seen something from her face, and might have guessed the correct answer.

The weather was so good that day, if they had never met each other, when they met for the first time, saying hello would easily be a story that can warm others.

The boy stood more than three meters away from her, his hands hanging quietly and obediently by his side, and now the boy also smelled a bloody smell that did not exist.

The silence was like flowing water, she looked at the clean boy, and realized sadly that she could understand what his eyes were trying to say.

"I wasn't born to kill."

Is this an excuse?

of course not.

There are no truer words in this world.

Just useless.

Is the distance of three meters the distance between the boy and the body of the person he killed?

she does not know.She only understands that from now on, no matter what kind of image the boy appears in front of her, when she looks at him, she will always see the blood-weeping soul behind him.

She can no longer see him, because she has seen such a gentle and kind him, so she can no longer look at him now.

The weather was so good that day, the murderer complained in bewilderment and sorrow, the victim wailed in despair and hatred, the bystanders choked up and couldn't speak, and sat and watched the bright sun and soft white clouds in the sky bury a wounded soul, sucking his blood that should have been full of infinity. possible future. "

In this world, no one is born wanting to kill.

After that, Taodi Zabuzhan saw an article by Polaris, and there was a sentence in the article that hit him.

"...Everyone wants to protect themselves at the beginning, but in the end it turns into hurting others. The victim becomes the perpetrator, and the hero who kills the villain ends up becoming a villain. Looking around, living in this world Every face in the movie is full of bitterness and unspeakable."

It couldn't be said to be a decisive blow, but it was definitely a start worth remembering.

Since then, Momochi has gradually become who he is today through reading Polaris’ articles and interacting with Polaris’ letters.

Allowing him to face his past self calmly and his present self.

"'Only a coward will show off his pain to others', Sasuke, this sentence is said by Polaris, right? Have you read the article of Polaris who is wanted by the village?"

When Sasuke Uchiha faced the questioning of his mentor Jonin, in a room far away in Konoha Village, the man with braids and scars on his face also placed a book on his son's desk.

"People in the family say that you are the smartest child in the Nara family in recent years. It is really amazing to have an IQ of over 200, but to put it bluntly, the IQ test is just to measure all the information you have received since birth, not to measure your own natural ability. Intellect. Shikamaru, you are a ninja now, and destined to die as a ninja, but as your father, I don't want you to be a ninja above 200 - at least part of your mind is made with To place myself as a human being, an ordinary human being, a fully human being."

"Polaris' book can let you know a lot of things. I don't recommend you to think about all those things, but even so, only by reading the works of this gentleman can you know how to be a real human being."

"By the way, this book is a forbidden book, so don't show it to others, not even Choji and Ino... No, you can't even take it to places other than your home."

"If you want to read other things after reading, then I have many in my study. This is the sealing technique, and it's in the cabinet at the bottom of the bookshelf."

Nara Shikamaru opened the book given by his father and found that it was a collection of essays.

Finish reading

After the first article, Nara Shikamaru held his chin and felt that he seemed unable to summarize the main idea of ​​this article.

This article begins with a short story: After a notorious traitor was executed by the Anbu hunting forces, the person who grew up with him when he was young, and the person who cut off his head just now told his companions about the past .

This rebellious, when his parents were still there, he was naive and ignorant of the world, looking at the world with ignorant and fearless eyes, even if he was robbed of snacks, he would only cry for a while and then forget it.

In his description, this traitor has advantages and disadvantages, but most of them still have more advantages, just like the most common people around us.

From the perspective of a third party, the author also added a few strokes, using the evaluation of Ren Ren by the people he met after his defection to sideline the image of this character.

Even if he has committed an unforgivable sin and betrayed his own village, this traitor will still use honorifics when talking to others, will give money for meals, and is willing to provide strangers with little help.

But at the same time, he is also a scum who cruelly plays with other people's corpses, humiliates women and kills civilians, and does almost everything.

This incomparably contradictory and at the same time extraordinarily vivid image is presented by the author in concise language, and then begins his argument.

"Why? He has done so many inhuman things, shouldn't he be a damned beast who is full of evil and strikes thunder, except for negation?

When the corpse of the woman he raped and killed was covered with maggots, how could he be accepting the gratitude of the same weak person?

How could he politely say hello to a stranger and talk about the weather when the souls of his murdered companions were restless?

He has destroyed so many lives and souls, and tortured so many people to death. How can he still be a compassionate person who cherishes food and gives a box of squid to beggars on the roadside?

Shouldn't he be a born bad-blood, with venomous blood running through his black veins, falling into darkness wherever he looked?

Shouldn't he be a pure monster, a demon who would transform into a hideous, foul-smelling, disgusting creature on a full moon night?

How can he be considered a real person just because he looks like a human?

How could he, a monster and a devil who did all kinds of evil, possess humanity?

He is not a ghoul crawling out of the grave, not a monster in a ghost story, he has parents and children, a lively childhood and an innocent and lovely past, just like you, me, and everyone yes, people?

If he is human, why can he do so many inhuman things?

He has done so many inhuman things, is he still human?

He has the same part of his personality as everyone else, he can understand each other with others, and he can understand the difficulties of others, so how do we face the one who was raped by him when he bit off a piece of flesh and ate it alive? A woman in her stomach who exchanged this for an orgasm?

Even for that tortured and humiliated woman who can never rest, shouldn't we recognize him as the aggregate of all the sins of the world, the black mud of debt that pollutes everything, shouldn't we call him a natural Monster, outright garbage?

How will those innocent people like you and me who were killed by him accept it?

Accept that he is actually the same as them, a person who eats and drinks every day, rests when he is tired, and sleeps when he is sleepy.

How are we to accept that he might also have gentle and kind lovers, and generous and cheerful friends?

Should we accept it?

Is this right?

In other words, this is wrong, but we still have to accept it. After all, this world is full of such people, and even you and I may be a part of them in the future?

How is it possible to accept it?

How can it be accepted!

I do not accept!

I don't allow you to accept it either.

You, like me, breathe the same air, eat the same food, be fascinated by the beautiful scenery, and cry for sad stories—you cannot accept such pollution anyway.

Please do not accept.

Break my knees, let me kneel forever, let me cut my fragile blue veins, gurgling bright red blood to warm your blood.

Please do not accept.

We have the power, the qualifications, and the obligation not to accept.

Even if it is as small as an ant, it has its own will.

Cursing in front of a pure monster, but having nothing to say in front of a monster with humanity—it can't be like this.

No matter how weak human beings are, they are human beings after all, and no matter how powerful animals are, they are still animals after all. "

The implication of this article is too strong.

It's so strong that it hits your face and makes you breathless.

Aren't his parents, his relatives, his teachers, his friends, and even himself all monsters who would happily take the hire money after killing others to make friends and have fun?

Is that right?

Is this unacceptable?

Is it unacceptable to this author named Polaris... and to the vast majority of people living in this world?

Is it unacceptable for humans?

Father said that he didn't want him to become a ninja with a score of more than 200, because in his heart, he also felt that this matter should not be accepted?

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