I will tell you your "strengths"

Minato, a young man, had been troubled ever since he started working.

"I have no strengths."

Even when asked to perform a "self-analysis" during company training, his paper remained blank.

Those around him were writing things down one after another, such as "communication skills," "planning ability," and "leadership."

Minato felt anxious.

One day, he found a strange sign on a street corner.

"Strength Appraisal Office: We will find your talent."

When he entered, half-doubting, an old man in a white coat was sitting there.

"Do you want to know your strengths?"

"Yes. But I don't have any..."

The old man interrupted Minato and took a thick file out of his desk drawer.

Minato's name was written on it.

"Wait, why do you have mine...?"

"I have a policy of only looking at 'results.' I have been recording your actions for a long time."

As he turned the page, a list of events Minato hadn't even noticed were lined up.

・Quietly handed a drink to a nervous junior colleague at the welcome party

・Found and corrected typos in documents faster than anyone else

・Worked overtime silently to help the team with their tasks before the deadline

・Fixed the broken printer

・Casually reached out to a colleague who was feeling down

"This... is all this stuff I did...?"

"That is correct. Strengths only appear within the things you have 'managed to do.' You are producing results, you just haven't realized it yourself."

Minato fell silent for a while.

The actions he had taken for granted had actually been helpful to someone else.

"You see, a strength is..."

The old man slowly stood up from his chair and said.

"It only reveals itself when the things you 'do naturally' end up being useful to someone else. In other words, strengths exist only within your achievements."

The moment Minato looked up, both the old man and the shop had vanished.

All that remained in his hand was a single sheet of paper.

《Your strength: The ability to subtly help others》

Minato tucked the paper into his breast pocket and started walking toward the office.

His steps were much lighter than when he had arrived.