Having Reincarnated a Million Times I Won’t Let My Guard Down Even in a Peaceful World

12: Talk of Next Year

At the end of the year when I turned four, Anna, who came to our house, told me with an unusually cheerful face, “Rex, next year, you’ll be in the same kindergarten as Anna!”

I stopped tinkering with my toy car and was taken aback.

That’s right, there’s only half a year left until I enter kindergarten—another six months wasted in idleness.

No, it’s not entirely idle. Life at the nursery was fulfilling.

Even though Mirim, who turned two, has long since let go of my hand, she still follows me around. Every time I see her toddling, a sense of fulfillment wells up in my heart, and I feel full of the desire to never let go of her.

That’s why parting is so painful…

Lately, Anna and Mirim have been coming to our house with incredible frequency, and even now, the three of us are playing in the room. But thinking that we won’t be able to meet at the nursery, the loneliness still grows.

But on the other hand, Anna will be at the kindergarten.

Well, by the time I entered the dormitory, she had already graduated…

She is a reliable older woman who taught me various things persistently when I was in the kindergarten.

Even though I have been listening with a completely disinterested face since earlier (I’m actually not interested), Anna continues to talk about this and that in the kindergarten as if she were pouring it out.

It must be advice.

When I become a big brother who goes to the kindergarten, the “malice that the world possesses” will probably seriously reach out to me.

The world is a harsh and painful place. There are no exceptions. I know this from experiencing reincarnation a million times. There is no kind world, and there is even less peace.

So it is certain that this world is a difficult place, and there are always “enemies”. …And yet, this world firmly maintains the shallow lie (texture) of “peace” and never reveals its true ugly appearance.

Therefore, many people in this world are being used as the foundation for creating “peace”.

Mom, Dad, Grandpa, Grandma, they are not treating me as a VIP with ill intentions, but rather, as a result of the brainwashing education that the world is conducting, they truly believe that this world is peaceful (….).

Be kind to children.

Treat people with affection.

Everyone gets along.

It’s wonderful. The peace is so dazzling that it blinds the eyes.

Everyone receives an education that considers it a virtue and interacts with others with affection – because they are brainwashed!

…Huh? What does that mean? If people are brainwashed and still care about others, isn’t that a good thing?

Huh?

……………

It seems like a difficult concept for a four-year-old brain to grasp.

I’m getting dizzy.

There was a time when I was just an information-based life form with only a “thinking organ”. If it were in that body at that time, I might have been able to find some answers, but with my current body, further thinking seems impossible.

Anyway, Anna is advising me about the stricter brainwashing education that will be given in the kindergarten by randomly talking about information.

As expected, the five-year-old big sister is different in intelligence.

I have no interest in the information she brings, and I let most of it flow past me (probably because of the brainwashing education at the nursery, I am unable to show interest in important information), but the information Anna brings is valuable. I’ll think about it later when I have free time.

But right now, I’m busy…

There are things I need to think about every day.

Of course, it’s about “magic”. Magic that I learn in elementary school… I’m busy every day thinking about what it is, what it means, while crashing and fighting toy cars. Vroom. Vrooom. Screech! Boom! Truck reincarnation!

Even though I reincarnated several people into trucks and ruined the lives of several truck drivers, suddenly I lost interest and lay down on the spot.

When I lie down, Millim lies down next to me, and Anna lies down on the other side.

While being sandwiched between two beautiful women, I tried to think about something. About magic, about the kindergarten, about how to live a full life in this world… I think that’s what I was trying to think about.

But my head quickly filled up with thoughts of toy cars. Fire trucks… big red cars. Big and red. In other words, cool. I want one, but Mom and Dad won’t buy it for me because they already bought me a new car last week. I’ll ask Grandma next time…

We fell asleep.