This world is crazy, i realized that ever since i could recall. Everyone is strong, strong enough to take down a old tree with just one punch and with ease at that. I recalled when i was only 5 years old my parents are quite strong and are recognized within our village. I always remember them telling me to become stronger. My dad would always say you must become stronger Dylan or the world will trample you. As for my mom she would tell me to become strong Dylan so you could mary a beautiful girl. They would always say become stronger no matter what the reason is, but now i finally understood, even if this world had laws those laws could always bend when the strong is involved, in other words you must be strong in order to have a right. But then today i was 10, i met a beggar he was old and weak but he would teach to have fun and never bully the weak, in other words he taught me empathy in which even my parents didn't taught me. They only taught me to be strong and proper etiquette and nothing else. Everyday i would sneak out of our house around the afternoon to visit him, we would talk and he would always joke around and i always laugh. But one day on my way to meet him i was surprised at what i saw the old man which i would always visit is being beaten by some drunk fellow he was kicked punched until the the drunkard was satisfied. I only stood their watching as if i can't move, as if i felt powerless and can't do anything. a few moments have passed and the drunkard finally left. And then as if i finally regained my strength, i ran towards him very fast. As i approach him his head covered in blood his face and body full of bruises as his blood flows down from his nose. Are you ok i asked as i shivering in fear and sobbing from what i saw. Then he casually replied with a smile im fine kid this always happens you must have strength to have a right. But what if that can be changed i replied while sniffing my nose and rubbing off my tears. Then he replies yes it can be changed as he replied while gasping some air. Th-The... before i could finish he stopped me by his next words. But it can only be changed not by the strong but by the strongest in which he/she is called the spirit saint so unless you are the spirit saint you cannot change anything he replied while catching his breath. The I'll become the saint and change this world i shouted out loud. Then he smiles at me and patted my head and told me good luck as he as he draw his last breath and as his hands fall from my head. Old man? Old mannnn!!! i shouted as i cry. As i went home i was greeted by my parents as usual where have you been again my mom asked. I replied with a saddened face does the weak doesn't have the rights. My parents looked at me for a moment then my father replied yes and no, realizing that i saw something outside. what? i replied in confusion. My dad replied that the weak has rights when there are strong that protects them but if not then they have no rights. But why i asked in anger and sadness. Because that's how the world work,s if you wanna change it then become the the strongest in which no one will be able to defy your will my dad replied calmly. Then i boldly announced that i will become the world strongest and change the world. My mom cheered me up and said ok if that's what you want i will support you as she pat's my head. My dad replied with excitement is that so, then shall i train you tomorrow. Yes! i replied with determination.

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