Killer Whale Baby

Laila’s permission must have been obtained, but I couldn’t enter the training room right away.

Coincidentally, that room was empty because the students had gone out for outdoor activities.

So, I decided to leave early today and happened to run into Pierre on the way.

‘But why does this guy always hang around the fountain?’

I wondered while energetically explaining my magnificence at the educational institution today.

This cheeky father figure occasionally interrupted me or spun me around in circles.

“What’s so exciting about it? In the end, if you can’t control the power of water, you’ll be defeated there.”

“Wow… Master, your expression is like a gem.”

“A gem?”

“Not an insult! You know? Gem, gem I mean.”

I sat down and stood up repeatedly as I spoke.

“And I’m not any less than that, you know? Look. Have you ever seen a three-year-old with such endurance? I can almost break rocks soon.”

“How strange.”

Pierre furrowed his eyebrows slightly.

It was an expression of seeing something remarkable.

“It’s strange how your physical abilities improve while you can’t create water.”

Yeah, that was a question I had too.

As the days passed, I could feel my body getting stronger, but I still found it difficult to create the most basic element, water.

Why is that?

“Don’t worry, Master. I won’t go around picking fights anywhere.”

“Well…”

“Hmm?”

Pierre muttered something, but I couldn’t hear it clearly.

Pierre stood up from his seat.

“Follow me.”

“Huh? Where to?”

“There’s something I want you to do.”

Something to do? I tilted my head.

This was the first time we were doing something other than training since we met.

“Oh, is this the green light? A dramatic bonding between a father and daughter?”

Reincarnation into a parenting novel, Round 4!

Could it be that I will finally see a family moving towards “papa papa”…!

That’s what I thought.

But I was faced with a situation that deviated far from my expectations.

“Um, Master… What is this?”

What unfolded before my eyes was the sight of a messy room.

‘No, I never thought I would be able to come in here…’

Just when Pierre told me to follow him, I thought we were going to some decent training ground or something.

I thought maybe we were going to have some serious training with the disciples.

But the place we arrived at was surprisingly the building where Pierre lived.

While the buildings located to the west were generally shabby, Pierre’s residence shone as if it were brand new.

‘It looked like the only intact house in the midst of a collapsing ruin.’

They say that the people who live here are as strong as the head of the HKiiler whale clan.

‘Grandmother used to say that this clan always rewarded those who possessed power.’

Perhaps in addition to that, Pierre felt cramped and wanted to return to his ancestral home, but that was out of the question.

Killer whale clan members are generally stubborn.

There were many who were neither dead nor alive, and grandmother and father were no different here.

Anyway, it was good that I was able to enter the building where my father lived, but…

‘Why did I see this sight?’

That’s right. Not only did Pierre bring me to the building where he lived, but he headed for the best room.

Naturally, the best room was his own bedroom.

Surprisingly, this bedroom… was very messy.

It was so messy that you would wonder why he lives like this!

‘…I’m sure in a previous life, one of the subordinates must have said that Pierre likes clean things.’

I looked around the room with an expression of disbelief and glanced at Pierre.

“Master, is this a pigsty by any chance?”

“How unpleasant. Comparing it to a land animal.”

Ah, father, are you also disgusted by land animals? Suddenly, I felt a strange sense of relief.

I promptly apologized.

“Sorry, sorry. I was just so surprised… Anyway, what is this messy room? I think it’s Dr. Fish’s storage.”

Even with my straightforward comment, Pierre didn’t get angry.

Instead, he had only one thing to say.

“It’s where you’ll clean.”

“Oh, cleaning… What? What should I do?”

“I said it’s where you’ll clean.”

What is this father saying right now?

Is he telling me to clean this dirty room?

I looked at the objects scattered in the room and raised my head again.

‘Now that I look closely… His bed, the one he sleeps in, is perfectly clean, right?’

That’s right.

Perhaps only the area around Pierre’s bed, where he sleeps and gets up, was exceptionally clean.

The rest of it was a complete mess to the point where I wondered why he left it like this!

“The power of water originally comes from a calm state of mind.”

It means to do some cleaning and cultivate the mind. That’s what he said.

Where is this father spewing nonsense from?

‘He still don’t realize that I’m three years old. How can meditation be possible for a three-year-old?”’

Age aside, I mean…

“Don’t lie, they say the power of water is strongest when you want to hit someone.”

“Do you know that well?”

“Yeah, because I’m smart. Is that all? The power of water is also related to the emotional state of a killer whale.”

“…”

Pierre, who heard my words, grasped his chin and slowly tilted his head.

That… Whenever he had that expression, training would increase.

With a cautious expression, my dad’s lips slowly opened.

“You sometimes… speak as if you know that power very well, as if you’ve experienced it.”

“…”

“But that wouldn’t be possible.”

Oh, but it is.

In my previous life, I was the top predator in the underwater world.

Since I couldn’t say that, I turned my gaze away, pretending to be indifferent.

The stronger the power, the sharper the senses become.

To divert Pierre’s attention, I reached out for the objects scattered on the floor.

“So, you’re telling me I have to tidy up this?”

“Neatly.”

“…Cleanly?”

“Of course.”

“Master, I didn’t mean to say this, but is there someone to mess up and someone to clean?”

“That’s right.”

With such a confident answer, I quietly lowered my hand.

With just one more word here, I knew I would taste the power of water, as my dad’s gaze clearly warned me.

‘In that killer whale’s mind, there’s no doubt that I’m still three years old. No doubt!’

I grumbled as I approached the nearest object and lifted it up.

And in that moment of contemplating where to put it…

“When you tidy up, use the power of water.”

“Huh?”

“Unconsciously, you must have realized that you distribute the power of water to strength, stamina, and agility.”

Well, that’s true.

Leaving marks on rocks, not getting tired even after running ten laps, it can only be explained by using the power of water.

But still, I can’t generate water.

“The objects here are mixed with things that you can’t handle with your strength alone.”

“Yeah. Master, I didn’t really think it was…dirty. I thought people could get confused.”

Feeling familiar pressure, I quickly changed my words.

“If you haven’t awakened yet, to bring forth awakening, you have to continuously use your strength. Let’s try this method instead of just running.”

Pierre explained that moving objects and putting them back in place required more senses than expected. As I listened to his explanation, I became curious.

“Master, does that mean…”

That you messed up this room to train me?

I immediately raised my head.

‘That couldn’t be.’

Because, after giving the instructions, Pierre went to the bed, sat down lazily as if he was waiting, and stared out the window.

As if it didn’t matter what I did.

As if he had no interest at all.

It was a familiar sight.

Even in an open space with a fountain, Pierre would tell me to run around in circles and then assume such a posture.

If you observed quietly, he looked like a person who had no attachments to anything in this world.

As if he could disappear any moment.

‘Is it the same for weak and sick people?’

I’ve lived through four different lives, but I’ve only died once from a sudden pneumonia.

I can’t fully understand Pierre’s heart, as he was frail and suffered for a long time.

“Master, where should I throw away the trash?”

“Over there.”

Pierre pointed somewhere without looking at me.

As I was tidying up, I found an item that didn’t belong in this room.

It was a pure white lace handkerchief.

Judging by the cherry blossom-colored lace at the edge, it didn’t seem to be Pierre’s item.

It stood out as something foreign among the other objects.

“Where should I put this?”

I tilted my head while holding the handkerchief.

Pierre played the role of a proper master more than I expected.

He didn’t like unnecessary talk during training and would mercilessly extend the running time.

Although I didn’t want to disturb the handsome dad who seemed lost in thought or daydreaming, I had to ask.

“Master, where should I put this?”

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Translator Note:

This chapter was translated by Bree.

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