Open; Working!
If there was something in the world that Kiyotaka treasured with his whole being, it was hard work. Work, work, work!
How was somebody supposed to succeed in life without making an effort? It was unwholesome, impermissible! The student couldn't even understand how there were people who were unwilling to do it, to live without striving, without lifting a single finger. He would not allow a thing as such! For that reason, as a hall monitor, it was his duty to avoid it and to encourage people to work, as he was doing in that moment.
Civilization 9 required every person who was 14 or older to work at something. Since there was no school to attend, no disciplinary committee to lead, Kiyotaka had chosen to work at the Park Maintenance. The boy had always have the belief that the park have to be in order, because order was utterly necessary, was it not? He had done a huge amount of fallen leaves next to a tree that had piled up during the morning; he was quite proud of his work, since the park was, little by little, squeaky clean.
As Kiyotaka wiped the sweat from his forehead, he looked how somebody was walking around the park, and dangerously approaching the leaves tower he had accumulated.
"You!!" he pointed at the person with his finger, vivid red eyes fixed at it.
"Be careful! Don't dare touch that amount of leaves I have gathered with effort!" Kiyotaka raised his voice even more. Somebody's job could not be wasted like that!
