We always inquire about what others give us, but we never inquire about what we give to others. Part I

'Father said you were the person who named me.'

I once asked him that when I was just a boy.

My older brother, who was still a child like me at the time, looked at me and laughed. 'That's right. I gave you a name. I stole our parents' right to name you! Good, huh?’

‘Good?! How is that good!? I hate this name the most!' I cried out before hitting him, indicating my displeasure. Before he messed up my hair, my brother just laughed lightly. 'When I grow up, I'm going to change my name! ...Hmm, like Taichi[1] or Daisuke2, it's not bad...'

I enjoyed watching Digimon3 so much at the time. Both names struck me as extremely cool!

'Digimon’s protagonist’s names are just…not very suitable for you,' my older brother shared his opinion. 'But if you like it, it's up to you. However, as long as you like me, there's no problem! Just...umm, a little regret.’

'Huh?'