As I inserted myself into the formation, I was heckled with incessant calls of 'tempura' and 'dumplings.' In the sea of students it was impossible to pinpoint the voices. And even if I could, they would no doubt claim that the words 'tempura' and 'dumplings' had nothing to do with me, that I was suffering from a nervous disorder that affected my judgment. They'd been nurturing ignoble character traits here since feudal times, so nothing I could tell them or teach them was going to make a difference. One year in this place, and I would likely be forced to debase myself and join them on their level. I wasn't going to be played for a fool and let them humiliate me with thinly-veiled verbal abuse. They were men, just as I'm a man. Call them students or call them youths, they were physically larger than me. I was fully justified in retaliating against them with punitive action. However, if I tried to retaliate through the usual channels they would turn the tables on me. If I said I was punishing their misconduct, they'd refute me eloquently with their ready-made excuses. They'd present themselves as ostensibly respectable, and then they'd attack me for my actions. Since my actions would be retaliatory, I wouldn't be able to defend them unless the other party's misdeeds were made apparent. In the end, they'd manipulate the situation to make me look like the instigator of the discord. I was at a terrible disadvantage. They'd grow in impudence as do-nothing juveniles, of no use from a societal perspective. Then I'd be forced to retaliate underhandedly in their manner. That would be my downfall as a Tōkyō man. It might be my downfall, but no human being can tolerate endless abuse. I'd settle the score by whatever means necessary. My only way out was to return to Tōkyō as soon as possible and join Kiyo. Staying here would only complete my moral corruption. Better to deliver newspapers for a living than descend into disgrace.