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Itโs common sense for Odasaku that he has to take small, necessary steps steps for them to build up to a bigger pivoting change, and he wants to live up to that principle by proving to himself that good results do await at the end of the journey, no matter how painful the stones of this boulevard make his feet feel.
Teaching literature at a small local cram school, in a building hidden by its taller and brighter peers, isnโt what has been wearing down his body. It was the inhuman schedule he has to discipline himself into following. From early morning to sunset, he does the junk jobs no other rugged mafioso men in Port Mafia would do, and when the day ends, he has to rush to the cram school in town to teach literature (after making sure he doesnโt reek of gunpowder).
He was lucky they donโt run background checks on teachers as theyโre short on talent. In fact, this was the only reason he could teach there. To live up to the luck and gratefulness, he fights the exhaustion weighting him down in the morning, and it was partly because he doesnโt have time to waste, though itโs also because the grade schoolers are so pleasant to teach that he forgets about what he goes through to stand on the podium in front of them. The salary isnโt much, but if heโs diligent about this just for a few more years, he build a decent experience to make a living without dependance on the mafia.