“In order for you to become able to cherish a girl, who at some point is kind enough to tell you that she likes you, right now you have to continue to train without running away.”
“There’ll never be anyone like that.”
“But if there were, what would you do?”
“I can’t even imagine. First I’d ask if she was crazy.”

I love the word “fate.” I believe that I’m never alone.

“Oh, yeah. May I ask you a question? When snow melts, what does it become?”
“It becomes water, of course.”
“Bzzt-bzzt! It becomes spring!”