Why

Author: Lariat


This particular boy was not just any boy. He thought he was a special boy indeed. He had grew up enriched by the knowledge of many cultures, ways of life, teachings of the art of war, and other such things that he should learn. A pampered prince as one might call him. Yet he had many questions about the world. He always thought of himself as quite the philosopher.

He asked about how the way this particular thing worked, how these particular people had lived, how they are living right now, etc., etc. In other words, he would always ask the question of "Why?" at anything new and exciting, anything that piques his interest and curiosity.

Though, by modern definition nowadays, you can't really call him a philosopher if his questions are always answered.

"No, Taiki, watermelon splitting wasn't made into a game to cover up the purpose of practicing executions."

"Are you sure? I mean, if you think about it, when you split is open, the red juices that splatter out could represent blood and-"

"No. Just no."