Chapter 91: There are no excuses in my life (2)
When was it, I wonder.
While I was on duty, a superior I'd known for nearly a decade asked me that. He wanted to know if I didn't get bored reading martial arts novels every day on duty.
They say birds of a feather flock together. Looking back now, we both must have been a bit eccentric.
Still, I thought I was better off than my superior. After all, I didn't just read martial arts novels; I enjoyed a bit of everything, from webcomics to romance novels. Meanwhile, he only focused on those first-generation cards as if he could never get enough. In his words, only the classics and maybe the second-generation stuff were worth anything.
Nevertheless, as my superior had pointed out, I did have a preference for the martial arts genre above others. And if I had to explain why...
Exhilarating. People often envy what they lack, and I admired those uninhibited, bold heroes in martial arts novels.
They don't worry. They just go straight ahead and do whatever they want. Instead of worrying about tomorrow, they live in the moment, facing each day without fear, without regret. Living every minute to the fullest, even if it means they'll face death without hesitation.
How bright and thrilling that life must be.
...But I couldn’t be like that.