Eight years ago, in Texas.
It was night, and the evening lights were lit.
From the wall of the backyard of a military school in the suburbs, several young men jumped down.
"Andy, hurry up! You are too slow! Don't you have the courage? Aren't you a man? This is Texas, and your adopted father, the President, can't come here. Come down!" The person who jumped down first was urging Andy. His tone was a little impatient and he tried to prod him.
As expected, Andy was irritated.
When he was fourteen years old, he became the President's adopted son. Since then, no matter where he was, everyone was polite to him and even called him Master Hale, including his usually strict superiors and teachers.
In other words, the fact that Andy's life went smoothly had something to do with his identity.
As for a man, he could not stand this.