The little boy poked his head out of his embracing hands. Seeing a strong man standing in front of him, this is a white man. Several blacks who had beaten themselves to death before have fallen on the ground a few metres away, struggling to get up, but they can't do anything about it.

The little boy knew it was the strong man standing in front of him who helped him.

"Do you want to be stronger?" The little boy wanted to say thanks, but the strong man had spoken first.

"Want!" The little boy blurted out unconsciously. This is his most real idea. He wants to be stronger, stronger...