Is That Really Justice?
8:00 p.m.
Somewhere in Tokyo, in a dimly lit apartment room.
A girl in a school uniform sat silently, staring at her smartphone.
On the television, the incident was being reported again.
“According to sources, Mr. Miura had mentally harassed several subordinates in the past as well…”
In the corner of the screen, his discolored photo was captioned: “Demonic Boss.”
Social media was in full-on frenzy.
“Serves him right lol”
“This is basically murder if you ask me”
“The victim’s a hero, Miura’s human trash”
And then—
The girl’s finger stopped on the screen.
She quietly opened her own account.
Her handle: @Mirai_chan13
She typed.
“Sure, maybe Miura-san was a terrible person.
But if everyone’s using words that feel like they’re killing someone,
isn’t that the same thing?
The victim took her own life, and now everyone’s making the next one.
Is it okay to throw around ‘justice’ like it’s nothing?”
She stared at the draft for a few seconds.
Then, with a breath, she pressed “Post.”
A soft tapping sound echoed—
and the world shifted, just slightly.
—
The first “like” came from a random college student.
Next, a retweet from a small-time illustrator with four followers.
Then, it spread—
like fire.
“This kid’s more rational than most adults.”
“Let her run the country already.”
“A 13-year-old is the most mature person here?”
“‘Aren’t we doing the same thing’—damn, she nailed it.”
One hour later,
#WhatIsJustice was trending at number one.
—
Watching the retweets climb,
the girl turned her phone over and crawled under her blanket.
She hadn’t meant to change anything.
She had just spoken up because it all felt… off.
And yet—
That single sentence
had already begun to stir someone else’s frozen thoughts back to life.
