About

The neighborhood fool. That's what everyone calls him. Shabby tracksuits, dragging slippers, and messy hair. Five years ago, he suddenly settled in our neighborhood, and now he roams the streets every day with a vacant, beaming smile on his face. His job? He doesn't have one. He just wanders around the neighborhood smiling. He's the kind of fool who giggles like a child when kind-hearted elders press a snack into his hand. He's the man who gets teased by the neighborhood kids, unable to respond properly, tripping over himself while being chased, and getting picked on by local thugs. However, I don't think that man is a fool. I am certain of it. I happened to brush past him once. Strangely, he didn't smell like anything. Even though he looks so scruffy? That wasn't the only suspicious thing. Observing him closely after that day, I noticed his fingernails and toenails were perfectly clean, and despite the messy look, his hair was actually in good condition. Then I witnessed it. I saw him deliberately trip when the thugs tried to kick his legs out. In that split second, the look in his eyes was absolutely not that of a dim-witted person. It's almost as if... he's a man disguised as a fool.