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"Like your father you say… You know your father wouldn't probably be a hunter if he was given such an opportunity at his young age, right, kid?!" Asked Jack. "You're just a stubborn little brat for thinking you can even accomplish anything by pure strength! Eventually your mana will run low, you can't endlessly fight either. One day you'll realize that life is a fragile thing, you can't just waste it away by being a reckless idiot! I… I learned that the hard way!"
Jack confronted me angrily as he drank the last bit of beer on his cup. He was clearly drunk by now but he was giving me a sermon as if he knew more about life than me. As someone that actually has died before I know very well how life can be, even if I lived longer than you. However, I understand you and your ignorant point of view, and I get it, my father wouldn't be a Hunter either. I just used him as a realistic excuse because explaining them my true motives would only put me in more trouble than I want to.