The sparse old people on the vast beach let the green smoke rise from the corners of their mouths and peacefully enjoyed the greatest peace they could get in the embrace of nature. So the sunlight at sunrise reflected the golden brilliance on the sea. In this quiet morning where the only sounds he could hear were the waves and his own breathing, Tezuka couldn't help lowering the brim of his hat and squinting his eyes.
He has no regrets.
Since there is no way to look back, we can only move forward with our heads held high, burning the boat.
It is enough that those dreams and aspirations from the Youth Academy Minister can shine and be inherited by another person. He, Tezuka Kunimitsu, has perfectly completed the baton entrusted by Minister Yamato, and he should have succeeded and retired only for his own willfulness.
This matter that has always been bothering me, now that I have figured it out, I no longer worry about it.