Something has intruded here, but to the ever-changing world itself, it seems like nothing worth mentioning.
Among the perhaps infinite possible timelines, the slightest change can make a world completely different. A small change might give some people hope, or earn the hatred of others.
This is a world where nothing should be possible, and a world where anything is possible. One way or another, everyone has actively or passively prepared to face change.
But the only problem now is that this variable doesn't seem willing to do its job.
“Huh? Why should I change the world?” Some guy punches a roadblock out of the way so the hedgehog-headed kid behind him can get through.
“As if that would do me any good.” Then he lies back down in his hospital bed to enjoy the greatest medical care in the academy.
“Hey, don't go making a big fuss over every little thing.” Then, as a freshly promoted fake, he stands onstage and lectures the ragtag remnants just assigned to his command.
“My goal is to fix myself.” On the vast wastelands of Siberia, an eccentric oddball launches a suicidal charge.
“In short, I'll still take the initiative to correct deviations,” he concludes. “But only when I'm in the mood.”
