Misaki-chan — Chapter 5

Last spurt! I will be busy for the rest of the week so no updates till next weekend probably.

An old story (1)

The Tendou name originates from a famous capitalist. Born in such a family that used money without reserve, I received special education for gifted children.

7 lessons a week from a top class tutor.
My elementary school was a private school for the sons and daughters of businessmen.

In the lower grades of school because of my family, or maybe because I just didn’t notice, in the first place I probably couldn’t understand, but when I got to the upper grades the way I saw the world changed.

Because that child is from that family, he’s around this rank.
Treat that child politely.
That guy seems like a commoner so he has no rights.

In this school I wonder how many kids knew the meaning of equality.
A person’s worth is decided by their name; the results, too, are decided by their name.
When you compete for rank the result is decided before it even began.

Why? Because the adults decided it.
If the adults decide it the children can only obey.
In this world you have no sense of self.

I don’t remember my father’s name.
But, if it’s conversations I remember everything.

Did you finish today’s task?
I see, that’s good.

That’s it.

I wonder if it was because I couldn’t get along with her that I realized my living environment was strange.

**TL Note: Ok so Japanese doesn’t have gendered pronouns. After reading through the chapter this seems like a flag though so I’m going to guess it’s a girl.

She was born a commoner.
Because of he had such excellent abilities she was able to get special admittance.
Her story was very interesting.

In order to pay tuition her father worked desperately so she had to do his best.
This is a manga. Interesting isn’t it?
Eeeh!? You don’t know Umyaibou!?

**TL Note: I have no idea what manga this is couldn’t find it. うみゃい棒 if you know message me

In that distorted space, only she was natural.
She had a sense of self.
She always stood out.
Of course, in a bad sense.

Getting carried away.
You’re just a pauper.
Don’t be so frivolous.
Gross.
Kusu kusu, kusu kusu. **TL Note: Snickering

I’m sure the first time I learned what being angry was around that time.
I’ve never had the experience of being scolded.
Because I held the name Tendou and my parents were indifferent to me.

The teachers were always smiling and making businesslike conversation with my parents.
That’s why I’ve never seen anyone get angry.
Since I didn’t know the word angry, when I felt depressed I just held it until it passed.

I exploded when they surrounded her all smirking.

They pulled her hair, tore her clothes, kicked her here and there.
It was the first time I’ve seen such a thing.
At this time I was 12 years old but I wasn’t able to understand what had awoken in me.

I just thought.
I didn’t want her to make such a painful face. That’s what I thought.

Before I noticed, there was no one else around but me and her.
Incidentally, my fist was dyed in blood.
On the floor someone I don’t know’s tooth was rolling.
She was crying in a large voice.
While she cried she apologized to me.
She kept repeating ‘I’m sorry’.

Since I didn’t know why she was crying I asked why and she just apologized again.
I worriedly take out my handkerchief and wipe her tears.

I feel like she stopped crying and said something.
I feel like she said something but I don’t remember what.

Well, here’s where the problem is.
In this incident tell me, what was right and what was wrong?

I’m very sorry but, I don’t know the answer so could you please look at it.
Instead I only know the result.

After this I fell to the bottom of society; that was the result.

That’s why, I’m sure it was wrong.
Abandoning her, throwing her away was the right answer.
Because I couldn’t do that it became like this.

Even so, I look at Misaki and thought this.

Whether something is right or wrong; I decide.
This time I will protect that smile.