TheEndlessHorizon

Hisao Nakai remembered high school. He remembered the long nights awake lying in bed wondering about the future, and the pressure on him to decide what to do with that future. Aptitude tests that would tell him what he should do, career planning of what he actually wanted to do, and of course what those around him thought he’d do. He remembered the nights of studying that followed one after the other after the other after the other, and the pressure on him making him feel as if he was about to tear his hair out. Now, he got to do that to others. That made him smile. He looked over the heads of the sea of students, the young minds that