I Lost, but I Offered My Hand First
A competitive person extends their hand in defeat, revealing an unexpected truth about a child's secret support and motivation.
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Because I have a strong grip.
I had to win somehow, even if it was such a petty victory—it had been so long since I'd had one.
It was laughable and pitiful, but wasn't that all the world had taught me?
The opponent's face contorted in pain, and the crowd booed me.
Yes, I'd rather be despised and mocked than pitied—I'd gladly become the villain they wanted me to be.
But then a child held up a cheer sign toward me, having been cheering for me alone all this time.
Cheering for a villain like me—so that kid's going to become a villain too.
I went to scout that child.
But since I had no fans to speak of, I had to nurture that child all by myself.
Then the child told me: "Mister, I was cheering for you because I wanted to beat you."
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