Someone To Have

47: A Part of You

The scream of silence took cover for a minute after the recording stopped.

"....."

"Noo!!!!" Deruth shouted loud from his heart, the pain and sorrow is there in his scream, then he fainted.

.....

"Let's see, who's the greatest hunter in the world?" a deep soft voice asked to the children in a room of a huge Minka.

"I know! I know!" the children eagerly want to be the to answer, wanted to be praised by their kind and caring teacher.

"Oh my, it seems everyone knows the answer... I shall pick the one who will answer my question, one of my students with a great brilliant mind..." the teacher said then pats the red haired girl as she is the only one who doesn't likely to be participating the class, the children suddenly became quiet. "Now then, our brilliant little tomato has to answer my question, what is the answer little tomato?" he asked.

"You already know I know the answer teacher, why should I answer?" the little red haired girl answered and challenged the teacher.

"Then, it's because, you have to voice out your feelings and your opinion, so everyone around you could know what you do feel and think and might help you or you help them, it's not good it to bottle it up, everyone matters here, you all are my precious students and students" the teacher kindly answered. He knew that this child hasn't been able to open up since the destruction of their village, he saw her before, she was cheerful and innocent and naive, and now she changed and he understood how much devastation the child has, he too has been there too, it's because of the damn war.

"....."

"You have to be confident too, you're one of my students, have the pride of being a survivor" the teacher smiles at her benignly, he just saw himself in this child. "Come on"

"The greatest hunter in the world of course!" the little girl answered confidently like how the teacher told her

"PUWAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH" the other children laughed.

It made the put over the teacher, he forgot how mischievous and cheeky this girl is.

"Good one!" the teacher gave her a thumbs up and a head pat.

"Hmp!" the little girl got annoyed.

"But teacher, she answered very wrong" one of the students protested.

"Hmp! Like how it is" she murmured.

"Okay, my pride ones, what she answered is not wrong though, she just answered vaguely, but it's very true, we actually don't know who's the strongest, but remember my little ones, the survivors are strong, and.. We! We survived and will survive more 'till we finished our dreams, so we have to get stronger to survive more" despite having deep and soft voice he cheerfully said it as it didn't sounded natural at all but for him it is his genuine voice.

What the hell is saying to these children, they are still children, it's saddening but it's not like they have a choice. They have to get stronger to survive this world. Even him doesn't know how long he is going to live on, but he hoped that this short time of peace they are currently in will be enough to make these children strong so they can live on their own.

"Teacher is right! We will become strong so we will survive and could become the strongest!" one of the loudest and cheerful child in the room shouted.

"Yeah! We will do well in the future and we could make the world in peace!" then the other children followed suit and they cheered for the future they are yet to be in.