How can a weakling stand firm in a world of killing?
Seeing that I was born to be a helper, he ridiculed me and made things difficult for me in every possible way.
I am unwilling to accept fate and still show my ambition to make progress. You just say that I am too ambitious and daydreaming!
But me! Don't think so!
There is no rule that supports are inherently inferior!
No one stipulates that support cannot stand on top of the strong?
Even if I can only stay in a corner for the rest of my life, I still want to stay in their hearts, that last dance that only belongs to auxiliary people!
