is Hiromu Arakawa's.
On Pride's sixth birthday, the Master gave him a chair. Pride was very grateful and sat in it, only for the chair to topple over with a glorious rattle. He sat in the chair again, with the same result. The third time he fell over he said quietly,
"Master, there's something wrong with the chair."
"That is ridiculous, Pride. There is nothing wrong with the chair. There is something wrong with you."
Pride grew fretful.
"Please tell me my deficiency Master, so I can fix it."
"Now Pride, don't be foolish..you are without deficiency, flawless in every way."
Now Pride was confused.
The Master seated herself in Pride's chair. Of course, the Master was his creator, and knew more, so it was reasonable that the Master knew how to sit in the chair.
The Master sent Pride into town among the humans, and instructed him to take the chair with him. Pride was worried that the chair would get dirty, so he wrapped it in cloth.
The moment he entered the human crowd, hundreds of humans swarmed the chair to gawk at it, scream out what it was, "a gold chair", "Oohwooww" "Lemme see" "Gimme" "'Outta my way" Some tried to steal it, others knocked each down to the ground for the chance to sit in the chair. But unsurprisingly, they had no success in sitting in the chair, and they toppled over, bringing the chair with them down into dirt and mud. Eventually Pride lost patience and wrenched the chair away from them and set it upright. So much for keeping the chair clean.
Pride was in the middle of cleaning the chair when he heard the footsteps of yet another human approaching. Pride blocked the chair to prevent yet another offensive human from knocking it over, but to his surprise, the human drew a circle with chalk, and there was a burst of light, instantly cleaned the chair.
"You're an alchemist," Pride realized.
"I still have so much to learn," said the human. He was bright-eyed and enthusiastic, but looked tired. "I know I just cleaned your chair, but would you mind if I sat on it?"
Pride was surprised that the human wasn't rude like the others but replied,
"No one's been able to sit down on it successfully."
Though his words were polite, his mind was saying something else.
And what makes you think you'll be any different?
"I'll try my best not to tip it over."
The alchemist looked at the chair, which only had three legs. He studied it, walking around it to view it from different angles, and then he sat down on the chair.
It stayed upright.
Pride was baffled.
"Well done, young man."
How did this lowly human manage to sit in the chair?
Pride was troubled, and after the alchemist went on his way, Pride took the chair back and returned to the Master.
"Did you learn anything during your time outside, Pride?" she asked.
Pride placed the chair on the floor and looked up at the Master.
"Master, as a Homunculus I am stronger and more durable than humans, less irrational than them, and more knowledgeable than them. Yet human alchemists are better, because they have knowledge I don't."
Pride was distraught at feeling second-best, and got an idea. "But if I learn alchemy..."
"Don't be foolish, Pride. You are not equipped to perform alchemy."
"How can you hope to learn alchemy if you don't even understand that only humans may perform alchemy?"
"But why only humans?" Pride raised his voice slightly. "Why is knowing separate from performing? What makes me less than that primitive pack of fools out there?"
"You will not arrive at the answer just by incessantly asking "why". I gave you the opportunity to seek the answer on your own, you are six years old, old enough and thus mature enough to make such inquiries by yourself."
Pride was disappointed at the Master's answer, but showed her due respect with a bow as he left, but not without a glance at the chair which held a frustratingly elusive secret, and exclusive secret, that revealed itself to some humans, but not to him.
Master had said it was futile, but Pride vowed to learn alchemy. Only then would he find out for himself if the chair would then accept him.