The Shura Anyakonsen-shou's finger simply hovered in the air as a threat.
The distance to a certain pink-furred fox couldn't be described as close—only that there was a very long stretch between them.
And the pink-furred fox didn't pretend anymore; she just quietly watched those hands that seemed eager to move toward her but were actually keeping a respectful distance.
This little guy's way of reasoning is also full of childishness...
Purely just scaring the fox.
If your hand had come even a little closer, I might have believed it.
Yes, the current situation was already very clear.
Previously, the Shura Anyakonsen-shou had reached an agreement via the Akasha Terminal with Yumemizuki Mizuki and Raiden Shogun on the [scare the pink-furred fox] plan.
How to make a person realize that what they did was inappropriate?
Simple: let her experience what she did to others.
When she herself feels uncomfortable, she'll naturally understand how inappropriate it was.
However, this kind of thing shouldn't be overused. If overused...
This leads to why so many people like high-level narratives.
They're clearly not in a high position, yet they insist on discussing issues from a high-level perspective.
Even though I'm being exploited, what if one day I become the one exploiting others?
What they hate isn't privilege itself; what they hate is that the person with privilege isn't them.
They think protecting privilege also protects their future possible privileged self—even if that possibility is minuscule, they still fantasize about protecting it.
But at the same time, they forget another thing: protection is always bidirectional.
Whether the privilege you support has any regard for the exploited you is hard to say.
You can empathize with the mood of the privilege exploiting you, but that privilege of yours won't empathize with the mood of the exploited you.
Just like the Shura Anyakonsen-shou, who is now held in high regard—the reason for his reputation, aside from the initial stroke of luck, is mainly because he diligently works and earns it.
The Shura Anyakonsen-shou can think: if I were the one working, would there be too many trivial tasks? Would more people be needed for guard duty? Is the relationship between pay and prices reasonable...
But now the infamous Kujou Sara, who has been fed nuclear wastewater, is another story. He is the typical privileged figure hated by people.
Does he know what the people below are like?
He knows.
Then why hasn't he changed?
The reason is actually very simple.
Because he doesn't care.
"I don't care." Cid believes this is, in some cases, the coldest sentence.
Because at its core, this sentence severs emotional connection and the possibility of communication in an extremely simplified way.
It sounds cool?
But in many cases, it's simply irresponsible—pure trash.
At this moment, Mr. Cid's gaze was fixed on the smiling little pink fox Yae.
At this moment, exactly like that moment then.
Yae Miko: I didn't know Kirara valued her fox identity so much~
Cid: I didn't know this pink-furred fox was Lady Guuji Yae~
The same knowing full well.
Yae Miko: I was just instinctively correcting her. If anything, this should be your problem, Shura Anyakonsen-shou—you didn't protect Kirara properly...
Cid: I was just instinctively petting her. If anything, this should be your problem, Lady Guuji—you didn't speak up to say who you are...
The same kind of sophistry that comes to mind.
Yae Miko: If I hadn't stepped in ahead of time, next time Kirara might not have you by her side. If anything, you should thank me.
Cid: My fox-petting technique is excellent too. If Lady Guuji gets to enjoy it, you should thank me.