The Reason for the Fight

The young man clearly knew that what he did was just a schoolyard brawl. 

But somehow, he couldn't have imagined that in Azeroth's words, it would turn into a tale of heroism.

"Stop saying that, I'm embarrassed. Alright, fine, I'll tell you."

Although he said he was embarrassed, his body remained quite honest, readily accepting the somewhat exaggerated compliment. Yes, just a little exaggerated, but not a shred of it was untrue.

"I was just on a break, watching a group of boys sitting around and playing. They didn't finish their food and threw it away. So, I hit them."

Short, concise, and to the point. The situation had nothing to do with him, and his family didn't even sell food.

"What does this have to do with you?"

"In terms of damage to both people and property, it has nothing to do with me at all."

The young man responded frankly. He wouldn't embellish or exaggerate these things. He simply hit them for that reason, no excuses needed.

"And then?"

"Then I hit them a bit more. They rushed at me, and we all started brawling. After a while, the police arrived and dragged me up here. Anyway, the police station is right next to our school."

Hearing the reason for the fight, it seemed like neither side had anything to do with the other. Azeroth asked:

"Clearly, you and they have no real connection, so why did you hit them?"

Upon hearing this, the young man's eyes drifted into an empty space, as if recalling a memory he had never actually lived through.

"Tell me, do you think humans are incredibly foolish when it comes to simple matters? They can create complex things, but the simple ones remain unresolved for thousands of years."

At this point, Azeroth felt a deep interest in the young man before him. He laughed and said:

"Ha ha, explain a bit more. I want to know your thoughts."

"This isn't something I can't talk about. Can you answer me a question? Don't you think humanity has become too arrogant because they live too comfortably? They've even forgotten their true position."

Azeroth thought for a moment and then said:

"Although I haven't interacted with humans for long, I do feel that they are indeed quite arrogant. They're clearly just insignificant specks in the universe, yet they fear neither heaven nor earth, paying no attention to their own status. 

It's true they have great potential, but potential speaks to the future, not the present. Perhaps ruling over this dust particle for so long has led them to believe they're extremely special."

Hearing his tone, the young man's expression immediately grew serious. He was about to say something, but suddenly stopped. After a moment, he spoke again:

"You're not human - or at least, only your body is human. That tone you used earlier wasn't faked in the slightest."

The lone police officer sitting nearby was also listening in, perhaps truly picking up on some useful information.

"Ha ha, you're not wrong. I really did fall from the sky. Although I'm not entirely sure why I came here, something big is about to happen in this world. I don't know exactly what, but it will be the greatest event humanity has witnessed since their beginning."

Upon hearing this, both of them were startled. While it sounded absurd, Azeroth's tone was brimming with confidence.

At this point, there were only two possible scenarios: either he was insane, or he was telling the truth. 

The first possibility wasn't out of the question - he could be mildly delusional. But if the second scenario were true, it would be truly terrifying.

"Let's set aside my situation for now. What's your perspective? Why did you hit them?"

"Me? I believe humanity is incredibly insignificant in the universe - a species that could be crushed at any moment. Humans ought to be fighting tooth and nail every single day, until their last breath, striving for even a sliver of hope, fighting for their own dignity. 

But look at them. None of them have this mindset. None of them grasp this truth. I'm sure there are some who understand, but what does it mean to understand yet not dare to act?

As for why I hit them, it was simply because I wanted to educate them. It started because I hate wasting food - something humans can't just create at will. But my desire to teach them was genuine. They always rely on their family's wealth and status, thinking that makes them better than others. 

In my eyes, they're just pitiful fools who don't understand the truth, and even in death, they wouldn't realize it. I want them to understand that their fragile little lives are worthless, and could be lost at any moment.

If they want to live, they have no choice but to fight - fight to grow stronger, fight to learn, fight for that one chance at survival, and fight for their dignity."

Humans truly don't understand this issue. They lack the mindset to risk everything for that one chance.

Clearly, they're nothing more than trash in the universe, with not a shred of dignity, yet they don't even try. 

Instead, they indulge in illusions - illusions that they're superior, illusions that they're special. But you're just a slightly special kind of trash.

Humanity, as it stands now, is merely trash with the potential to evolve, but still trash nonetheless. I can't understand why they take pride in being human.

How can you, who live without dignity, accept this? Are you satisfied with being trash in the eyes of the universe? If you're truly content with living as trash, then humanity is indeed garbage—garbage without even a glimmer of potential.

No, that's absolutely not the case. The humanity I know isn't that kind of trash. You just don't realize it. What you lack is a guide.

Throughout history, that person has never appeared - the one who would guide humanity to an eternal path. The one who would lead humans to the highest place.

One day, that person will appear - someone who is human, yet not human. When that day comes, humanity will have a chance to turn a new page, a page of eternity.

The police officer seemed deep in thought, reflecting on his own life. He had a home, a degree, a position of status - but what of it?

These things meant nothing in the vastness of the universe. His own life was no different from trash. If the universe chose to crush him, he'd simply cease to exist.

Having fought for over twenty years to reach his current position, how could he be content? He couldn't accept that he has no dignity. Nor could he accept his status as trash.

He wanted to change. He absolutely had to change. Even if it meant risking his worthless life, he had to change.

He wanted the universe to know that he was not trash!