Senku was fourteen years old when he last remembered his dad going on a talk about things he finds beautiful.
The boy never used that word, it doesn't seem like it was appropriate to be used to describe average and unadorned sights from everyone's day to day life. if he were to use that word, it would just feel wrong.
But there are beautiful things that he can somewhat agree to an extent.
For one, he agrees that science is beautiful.
Though that isn't his word, it was another's that he is simply agreeing to. Science serves as the basis of all life, and from what he can tell from others; life is beautiful. The fluttering of the flowers by the motherly spring breeze can be beautiful, the same way that the sun can be a sight to look at when it sits in a particular position.
But lately, Senku starts to notice other things that can be seen and described as beautiful. All thanks to a book you lended to him that he prefers to read during his spare time. It consisted of verses of poems that he needed to think hard on in order to understand its meaning.
There were some he appreciated, some he tolerated, and some he doesn't just can't understand no matter what he tries. But he chooses to not dive deep into it, these flowery words are your thing, not his. And he prefers it to stay that way.
As he went on with his tinkering, he couldn't help but let his eyes stray towards the book. It was the one thing you gave before you temporarily left for China.
Apparently you were to see a family member who had been waiting to meet you for quite a while. But Senku remember you say that it was most likely nothing personal but rather something related to your future. Your, already laid out, future.
He doesn't think it's bad to have your future already planned out, in fact he thinks it's an advantage.
But if Senku puts himself in your shoes, which path would he take? You had quite the options, but Senku knows that ultimately, you'd only get to pick one despite expressing how much you enjoy most of it.
Are you conflicted? He wonders if he should give you his take on it. But he doesn't feel entitled to giving you a piece of advice that could affect something so important like your future.
But if you were to ask him, he thinks verses suit you the best.
Then again, you were pretty good with science. Definitely not as good as him but still better than a normal teen your age.
Although wouldn't it also be better to have you continue with physical practices? It would feel like a waste if you've spent all those roving and running for nothing.
He wonders if your art would be appreciated by everyone if they were to see it the same way he has.
The title of "musician" doesn't seem so bad for you either, Senku thinks. He hasn't personally heard you play, but maybe one day you'd ask him to listen. Or maybe he could be the one to ask.
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