This is just a story about a villager, so I recommend not reading it - Some people forget easily. And some people cannot forget easily.

‌Some people might be able to forget certain things easily,
but others cherish them in a special way.
Sun Wukong and Choi Bo-ru.
The two people who stood by my side. The one standing alone... I should call them "the one standing alone" again, but
that sounds a bit strange... doesn't it sound weird? So, just Sun Wukong.
But why didn't Gotham send assassins?
That is how complicated people are. Even if someone committed an unforgivable act of compromise that threw filth in my face,
one cannot say they lack patriotism.
It might be like someone who shows the pinnacle of altruism to a distant neighbor
but hates a neighbor close by like an enemy.
You want me to prove it??
Because there is patriotism, they recognized the high level of patriotism and chose not to send them; what other reason could there be?
(That is how you have to say it so they don't send them.)
Do not reveal or boast about the enmity you have caused.
I mean it. Even as promotional material... and it didn't even reach its target... I really... hate things like CB.
Acts that completely trample on principles. Not just stepping on them lightly, but completely trampling them.
And you use the system to do such things???????
That is not the purpose of that system, is it??
Regardless of how it was set up or arranged,
I will defeat the pirates and save Choi Bo-ru. Know this.
Look at Sun Wukong. How peaceful is it in the mountains? Huh? My cause was protected as a cause,
and they saw the middle ground through me. They were trying to find balance.
A sort of Red Team.
That is why the pirates are enjoying the benefits.
The pirates won thanks to Sun Wukong. Even though they resent it.
In a way, it is also thanks to me. If so, doesn't that mean they acted as enemies toward me, who performed such a righteous deed?
But do you know what is interesting?
If so, right?
If I write from my own perspective,
then I was fighting against myself, wasn't I? Last year, I mean.
Since you have already endured and listened this far, please endure and listen more. This is my writing.
If you cannot endure it here, all the endurance you have shown until now will have been in vain.
And above all, who is the protagonist of my writing?
Who provides the introduction, development, turn, and conclusion?
I must win. Above all, I must establish a great cause for the sake of my neighbors,
and while doing so, I must rescue you from the coal warehouse to pay my dues,
and I must protect the rice bowls of my comrades,
and I must also show tolerance.
Tolerance is not something a loser can bestow.
Look at those pirates; they won, but they gave the privileges of the winner to a dog,
and look at the state they are in now.
Half the villagers are grinding their teeth, and such sentiments are easily contagious.
I am saying they are foolish. I have been speaking about tolerance whenever I am bored... but I wonder if my comrades and even the Hun people are seriously agonizing over it.
But regardless, we must win first. Right?
But why have you been so infected by Jjang-tol? Why are you trying to act like Jjang-tol even after experiencing it?