"He who reaches the center will become a God."
That's what's written on the roads. I hate it. How would they know what happens there? No one has ever reached it. Yet… there's a deep temptation in me. What if they're right? What if, in the center of this massive, mountainous world we call "The Jar," there truly is a power that makes you a god? Rewards you for all your efforts. Wouldn't that be amazing? Me—a god.
If you ask me, I deserve that power. I shouldn't have to venture thousands of kilometers across unexplored land just to claim what I already believe is mine. I don't want to walk for so long. But something inside me urges me to go—to run where no one has set foot before. To see the towering, breathtaking views where the mountainous walls of our world converge.
Those who venture deep, seeking these views and this power, are called "Hawks."
But I'm no Hawk, and I'm certainly no god. I'm just a mere farmer. How pathetic is that? Me… a farmer. I laugh just thinking about it. And I cry. I could be so much more, yet I'm just a stupid farmer, baking under the sun all day. Some days, when I'm alone in my room, with no one else in the house, I imagine myself as one of those Hawks. I imagine being the hero of great battles, scaling snowy mountains that touch the sky. I see myself leading a group, giving commands, earning everyone's respect.
When I imagine all of that, it brings a smile to my face. But the smile fades as soon as the daydream ends. And I'm once again this nameless boy. A nobody...
No! That's all going to change. I will change it!