When I was a kid, nothing scared me.
I was quite brave, and stood up against injustice.
If a friend got beaten up, I went to get revenge with them, and if a friend had something stolen, I fought to get it back.
We fought so much that we were always scolded by adults. I even heard them say things like, "Don't play with kids like that."
I didn't care. We had our own sense of justice.
No matter what the adults said, we stuck together as one.
However, that kind of foolishness only worked until elementary school.
We are responsible for our actions. That obvious rule began to apply to us as well.
Besides, when I caused trouble, I wasn't the only one who got punished. The friends who were with me were also punished together.
We could no longer act according to our own sense of justice. Now we had to follow the rules made by adults.
The troublemakers scattered.
The smart ones focused on studying, and the fast ones on sports.
Wildness was castrated. I, who used to be a monkey in the back hills, was also socialized.
I went to school, studied, and went to college like everyone else.
I became an adult, or perhaps I could say I became human.
It wasn't particularly good or bad. It was just the way things were supposed to be.
Now a human, I naturally accepted that flow.
I had forgotten about it for a long time. Memories of my time as a monkey.
Until I met him again.
Hey! Juji King! Aren't you Juji King?!"
[Juji-Slang for Penis]
A beautiful woman who had dyed her hair in flashy colors, and who looked far from ordinary at a glance.
My Childhood best friend –whom I was as close as two balls in a testicle– had become a woman and appeared before me.