Killer Whale Baby

It’s okay if Pierre didn’t tell her. It’s not like there’s any way to find out anyway. She could also run to Lila like this and ask her. She was careful to give up on things that didn’t work, so she tried to point out dishes that were cooling down in real time while giving up.

 

‘Eat it before it gets cold.’

 

But her words did not become language.

 

“You said you cherish and love me?”

 

This was because Pierre spoke out first. Her eyes rolled.

 

“Didn’t you say it with your own mouth? Your father cares for and loves you very much.”

 

“…that’s right.”

 

Pierre picked up a knife and fork and casually sliced the slightly charred salmon. Soon a small piece was pressed against the fork.

 

“Then that would be the answer.”

 

She couldn’t say anything as she watched Pierre raise the piece to his mouth.

 

* * *

 

Agenor, Pierre’s third son. From an early age, the boy was born with one ability: a killer whale. To borrow Calypso’s language, Pierre’s three sons were truly ‘talents’ given by heaven. Among his dogs, Agenor was especially gifted with the application ability to play with the power of water. But Agenor knew. He realized that applied ability is bound to have its limits when it collides with pure power. He knew it, but Agenor was conceited because there was no one around his age who could show it to him.

 

“After all, you are Pierre’s son.”

 

He was Pierre’s son. Of course, his father did nothing for me other than passing on his talent, strength, and body, but it didn’t matter because the same was true for my older brothers. Agenor has made full use of this natural ability since his childhood. At least he didn’t swing at those who were weaker than him. Because that’s not fun.

 

“Hey, you stubborn bastard. Give yourself two more years and then go for it.”

 

He attacked his second brother, Atlan, who was younger than him in age. He was attacked by killer whales that were slightly older than him. Sometimes, even though he knew he would lose, he attacked his eldest brother Belus. In any case, the brothers didn’t care how much they were hurt, because they were planning to kill each other if they met, let alone brotherly love.

 

“Ugh, I lost, I lost. I lost, Agenor!”

 

At some point, it became boring for Agenor to just win. As his own strength spread little by little, he found that there was no one within the institution who could deal with him. He was a failure. Agenor really enjoyed seeing those stronger than him let down their guard and fall over. Therefore, he decided to hide his identity upon entering the intermediate institution. It worked, and he became a great outcast. This provided a very different stimulation. If you think about it, bullying was a different kind of excessive attention. Agenor knew that those who provoked him would one day fall by his hands, so he felt a thrill. He had been waiting for that day.

 

“Brother, right?”

 

Without even dreaming that it would collapse in a completely unexpected direction.

 

‘It’s ridiculous to even think about it again.’

 

Agenor made a bewildered expression while wearing comfortable training clothes. He couldn’t understand why he was here. Of course, his pride was hurt if he didn’t come, so he had no choice but to come. A week ago. Her younger sister, Calypso, suddenly appears. It wasn’t enough that he lost to that small thing, and for a moment he was so tempted that he even begged for her. When he heard that his younger sister was only three years old, he felt ashamed. But the absurdity did not end there. Calypso, who had defeated him, took him to the place where his father, Pierre, lived.

 

“Do you by any chance need a second disciple?”

 

When Agenor heard those words, he thought for a moment that his sister must actually be crazy. There were kids like that in the Orca family. Although they were incredibly strong, they have one fatal flaw. Just as my father Pierre had a weak body instead of great strength, there were also children who sometimes went crazy. In that case, his pride was hurt because he wondered what he would be like if he lost to a kid who was not in her right mind. Anyway, what was even more absurd was that his father, whom he had met for the first time, listened to his sister!

 

‘Her.’

 

In this way, Agenor, absurdly, ended up calling his father ‘Master’ before even calling him his father.

 

‘How on earth is this going on?’

 

Like Calypso, Agenor was growing like a weed without a special guardian. Fortunately, his two older brothers, who were older than me, seemed to have found their own way to live, but he had plans to find his own way in the future. To that end, becoming stronger was a good thing. Yes, he thought like that and somehow passed over this absurd situation with some contemplation…

 

‘This is real. It doesn’t make sense.’

 

Agenor swallowed his breath as he looked at the scene before him.

 

“Three hundred and thirty-five!”

 

“Right leg. I was disheveled.”

 

“Ugh! Okay, okay, so don’t increase the size of the stone!”

 

His three-year-old sister, Calypso, was jumping. Yes, she could bunny hop. It looked quite round, not like a killer whale, so it suited her quite well… The problem was the weight of the stones hanging from that small body.

 

‘How many kilos was that?’

 

If we were to calculate the weight of the stone again, it was clear that it weighed more than the weight of the running Calypso. This wasn’t the only thing.

 

‘Throw stones? And that too with the power of water?’

 

Every time Calypso did a bunny hop, Pierre, who was sitting at a nearby fountain, casually threw a stone. Even the size of the stone was getting bigger…! This was truly an incredible sight.

 

‘Nonsense! Running was all I wanted to do at that age.’

 

Agenor himself knew this because he had great talent. Although he himself clearly had talents that were not typical of an ordinary three-year-old and lived an unusual life. He could never have done it like that!

 

‘A normal three-year-old can’t jump a rabbit 500 times! It can’t!’

 

If three-year-old Agenor had been asked to hop a rabbit while carrying a stone heavier than his own body, he would have run away before he could lift the stone or suffocated under the weight of the stone. They say it’s impossible. It’s really impossible. Perhaps it would be impossible for him even if his first brother, who was greater than him, went along.

 

Gulp.

 

Agenor realized for a week… The reason why that little sister had no choice but to defeat him. No, in the first place, this was a fight he had no choice but to lose.

 

“Ah, Master. You’re really not going to throw that, are you?”

 

“If you don’t throw it, why would you keep it?”

 

“It’s murder. No, live, live!”

 

“Seeing as there is room for nonsense, I guess we can increase it.”

 

“Gasp, it’s so hard, Master.”

 

Everything that neither Calypso nor Pierre knew until now was revealed through Agenor’s eyes. No matter how you look at it, this wasn’t normal training.

 

‘Why can’t he materialize water even though he can train like that?’

 

Of course, the reason that training is possible is because of the power of water. It was also said that the body can withstand the force of water. His body and mind were so prepared, but he was unable to awaken. This was truly a research experience. It would be a topic that people crazy about research would be excited to throw at the family’s killer whale research center. Agenor clenched his fists.

 

Agenor Aquasiadel.

 

As much as he likes to toy with those who are stronger than him and bring them down. His head was spinning and crooked. At the same time, he was also capable of accepting and graciously acknowledging this state of affairs.

 

‘He’s real…!’

 

The stronger the killer whale, the stronger the desire for power. Also, respect and obsession for the strong were strong. ‘If you can’t have it, break it’, was their creed. A strong force that couldn’t be destroyed? Then you have to embrace it. One must be respected!

 

“What are you doing? It’s your turn next.”

 

In Agenor’s eyes, Calypso, who followed that training, was also a crazy kid. His father, who gives three-year-olds these groundbreaking drills, wasn’t usually a lunatic…! Of course, when it comes to the degree of madness, Calypso was narrowly ahead. In Agenor’s eyes, no matter how you look at it, that wasn’t training he could digest. Surprise on the 1st, 2nd and 3rd days, overcome the anger on the 4th and 5th days, and finish the acceptance period on the 6th day. In Agenor’s eyes, a bright light like stars appeared.

 

“I would like a stone smaller than Calypso, Master.”

 

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Translator Note:

Next 15 chapters will be translated by Bree. See you in comments or chapter 46 😉