The day the lazy old man met a traveler.

I have a lazy old man at home.
He is actually my left leg.
After my cerebral hemorrhage, it stopped moving the way I wanted it to.
But I don't want to call it by the cold word "paralysis,"
so I call this leg "the lazy old man."
He's usually late in the morning.
Zero overtime.
No interest in a promotion.
He sits there every day with a look that says, "I only do the work I'm given."

One day, that old man was unusually restless.
It seems a new member joined the Takars Agency.
Runtatta-san.
A backpacker whose life is travel.
Someone who walks around the world and shares the lives and philosophies of those places
in gentle words.
"They say he walks all over the world on his own two feet."
When I read the article aloud to him,
the old man muttered,
"...Hmm."
He didn't look like he was just saying "hmm" at all.

After a while, the old man opened his mouth again.
"Mi-chan."
"How many kilometers has that person's legs walked?"
"Who knows. Maybe around the world?"
"............"
The old man went silent.
The leg that gets grumpy when it's cold or when I walk too much went silent.

But, the old man is still the old man.
After being silent for a while, he became defiant.
"Well, I'm leaving at closing time."
Yeah.
I know.
"The guy who wants to move should be the one moving."
Yeah.
I know that, too.

Even so, the old man later
secretly read Runtatta-san's article to the end.
It was a story about watching a competition in America where cars are intentionally crashed into each other.
Apparently, the car that keeps moving until the end wins.
After finishing the article, the old man said quietly,
"...So there are cars that run just to be destroyed, too."
"I don't run, though."
For some reason, he felt a sense of kinship with the cars.

Even so, the old man continued.
It was supposed to be a travel story,
but before I knew it, it had become a story about how to live.
"Is what we take for granted really something to be taken for granted?"
That's what Runtatta-san wrote.
The old man looked at the ceiling for a while,
and then muttered,
"...That guy has good legs."
He was praising him.
After competing so much, he ended up praising him.

The old man won't work today either.
He'll be late in the morning, he won't work overtime, and
tomorrow he'll probably have that look that says, "I only do the work I'm given."
But.
That lazy left leg
is still helping me stand today.
Legs that walk around the world,
and legs that don't want to work a single step,
both of them are properly legs.
Traveler, nice to meet you.
It seems my old man
has secretly become a fan.

🎤 It seems my old man is going to sing in the center, even though he doesn't work.
(*He has no motivation himself)

Takars Agency Debut Live "Even though I don't work, I'm in the center"
Utsuo the tabby cat is serious, the old man is half-asleep. The duck joined on its own.

I borrowed images from Michi-P and made various things♪

And Runtatta-san, who even said my old man was "thrilling💖"

To both of you,
thank you for going along with
my ridiculous delusions✨✨

🐱 Runtatta-san, whom the old man fell for, is this kind of person

▼ Hitorimichi-san's scout article (Introduction to Runtatta-san)

▼ The article the old man read (the one that made him feel a kinship with the cars being destroyed)

▷ Takars Agency Joint Magazine

👉️Maki Manager Activity Log

(Summary of past articles)

#Cerebral hemorrhage
#Higher brain dysfunction
#noteWriting is rehabilitation
#Taka's Office
#A growth magazine that is even kinder to those who are kind to themselves