The other day, I told you that the Ebata family is a descendant of the Murakami navy, without any evidence or proof.

This story reminded me of when I was in elementary school.

"I'm a descendant of the Minamoto clan"

There was a guy who was asserting himself in my class.

I remember that he went to school from the city housing and was not particularly good in his class, not particularly good at grades or sports, but just a noisy guy.

And that's when I thought...

"This family is basically stupid, including him"

and

"It's a pity that the Minamoto clan has fallen to descendants like you," (although he wasn't sure what "Minamoto" meant in his mind).

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However, after listening to the story of the "Murakami navy" this time, my view has changed just a little bit (less than 1mm).

"If I am a descendant of the Murakami navy, I can still do my best"

It's a really trivial story, with not even a chance of a single pico, but I think it gave me a bit of courage.

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My father, when he was quite old, started his own woodworking company.

This time, I was shocked to learn from my sister that my father started his own business when he was the same age as me.

I am the son of a father who started his own business just before retirement and a mother who was a descendant of the Murakami navy. Why am I depressed here, nonetheless?"

I feel like I was given a (inexpressible) surge of courage.

# Of course, the voice of inner reason that says, 'No, that's just an illusion,' can be heard, so don't worry.

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That idiot at the beginning of the story who claimed to be a descendant of the Minamoto clan was a no-good, trashy human being, however,

Still, I think I understand now that 'whatever the truth of that phrase, it may have given him courage.