Black Killer Whale Baby [EN]: Chapter 11

The Black Orca Baby (11)

Eleventh

With Lyla’s permission secured, I skipped a grade, but I couldn’t immediately join the class.

It turned out the class was out on a field trip.

So, I decided to head back early today and find Pierre.

‘But why is this guy always at the fountain?’

Despite my internal question, I excitedly chattered about how awesome I was at the educational institution today.

This stingy dad didn’t stop making me dive and run in circles.

“What’s so exciting? In the end, if you can’t handle the power of water, you’ll be weeded out.”

“Wow… Your expression is just like a gem, teacher.”

“Gem?”

“Not a curse! You know? Gem, like a jewel.”

I diligently repeated sitting and standing as I spoke.

“And I’m not that bad, you know? Look. Have you ever seen a three-year-old with this much stamina? I might even be able to break rocks soon.”

“How peculiar.”

Pierre frowned slightly.

He looked like he was seeing something strange.

“To not be able to create water but only improve physical abilities.”

Right. That was my question too.

I could feel my body getting stronger day by day, but I still had trouble creating water, which was the most basic ability.

Why is that?

“Don’t worry, teacher. I won’t get beat up anywhere.”

“We’ll see.”

“Huh?”

It seemed like Pierre mumbled something, but I couldn’t hear it.

Pierre got up from his seat.

“Follow me.”

“Huh? Where to?”

“I have something to assign you.”

Something to assign? I tilted my head.

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

‘Gasp, is this a green light? A dramatic father-daughter bonding moment?’

Parenting genre, fourth try!

Could it be that I can finally see my family falling for ‘Daddy’ now…!

Or so I thought.

I faced a situation that was far from my expectations.

“Um, teacher… What is this?”

What unfolded before my eyes was a messy room.

‘No, I didn’t think I’d be able to come in here…’

When Pierre told me to follow him, I thought we were going to some fancy training ground.

I thought he was going to start more serious training with his disciple.

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

The buildings located in the west were mostly shabby, but the building where Pierre lived seemed to be the only new one.

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

Well, it was the building where someone as strong as the head of the current Orca family lived, even though he lived quietly.

‘Grandma always gave those with power a proper reward, so the family must have [provided this house].’

Perhaps Grandma wanted Pierre to feel cramped and return to the main family, but no way.

Orcas are generally stubborn.

There were many who would never do what they didn’t want to do, and Grandma and Dad were no different here.

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

‘Why am I seeing this sight?’

That’s right. Pierre not only brought me to the building where he lived but also headed to the best room.

The best room was naturally his bedroom.

Surprisingly, this bedroom was… very messy.

So messy that I wondered why he lived like this!

‘…I’m sure one of my subordinates in my previous life said that Pierre liked things clean?’

I looked around the room with a dumbfounded expression and then looked at Pierre.

“Teacher, is this a pigsty?”

“How unpleasant. To compare it to a land animal.”

Ah, Dad, are you a land animal hater too? Suddenly, I feel happy.

I readily apologized.

“Sorry, sorry. I was so embarrassed that I… Anyway, what’s with this messy room? The doctor fish [small, helpful fish that clean wounds and parasites] will think it’s trash and eat it.”

Pierre didn’t get angry at my blunt impression.

Instead, he just said one thing.

“The place you’ll clean.”

“Ah, cleaning… What? What am I doing?”

“I said it’s the place you’ll clean.”

What is this dad saying right now?

He’s telling me to clean this dirty room?

I looked at the things scattered around the room and then looked up again.

‘Looking closely… only the bed he sleeps on is perfectly clean?’

That’s right.

Only the area around the bed where Pierre sleeps was clean to the point of being out of place.

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

“Originally, the power of water comes from a calm mind.”

He’s saying to train my mind while cleaning.

What nonsense is this dad spouting!

‘He still doesn’t realize I’m three years old. Meditation for a three-year-old doesn’t make sense.’

Age aside…

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

“You know it well?”

“That’s right, because I’m smart. Is that all? The power of water is also related to the emotional state of the orca.”

“…”

After hearing my words, Pierre grabbed his chin and slowly tilted his head.

That’s… whenever he makes that face, the training increases?

As I was wary, Dad’s lips slowly opened.

“You sometimes… talk as if you know that power very well. As if you’ve used it before.”

“…”

“But that can’t be.”

But that can be.

I was the best in the water in my previous life, you know?

I couldn’t say that, so I turned my gaze away, pretending to be innocent for the first time in a while.

The stronger the power, the sharper the senses.

To divert Pierre’s attention, I reached for an object lying on the floor.

“So, I have to clean this up?”

“Neatly.”

“…Cleanly?”

“Of course.”

“Teacher, I didn’t want to say this, but is there someone who makes a mess and someone who cleans it up separately?”

“That’s right.”

I quietly lowered my hand at the very confident answer.

It was because I knew very well that if I said one more word here, I would taste the power of water from my dad.

‘That orca must have really forgotten that I’m three years old. He definitely has!’

I grumbled and reached for the nearest object and lifted it.

Then, I was wondering where to put it.

“Use the power of water when organizing.”

“Huh?”

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

That’s true.

The scratches on the rock and the stamina that doesn’t tire even after running 10 laps can only be explained by using the power of water.

But I still can’t create water.

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

“That’s right. I thought you were really dirty, teacher… I didn’t think that. I think people can make messes.”

I hurriedly changed my words, feeling the familiar pressure.

“If awakening is not far off, the only way to induce awakening is to continuously use power. Let’s use this method instead of simple running.”

Pierre explained that moving objects and putting them in place involves more senses than I thought. As I was listening to the explanation, a question arose.

“Teacher, that’s definitely…”

It sounds like you messed up this room to train me.

I soon shook my head.

‘That can’t be.’

Because, as soon as he finished giving instructions, Pierre went to the bed as if he had been waiting and sat down languidly, gazing out the window.

As if he didn’t care what I did.

As if he had no interest in me at all.

It was a familiar thing.

Even in the open space with the fountain, Pierre would tell me to run in circles and then take that pose.

When I looked at him quietly, he looked like a person who had no attachment to anything in this world.

As if he would disappear soon.

‘Are people who are sick and in pain all like that?’

I’ve lived four lives, but I’ve only died from illness once.

That was also a sudden death from tetanus, so I don’t understand the heart of Pierre, who has been sick and suffering for a long time.

“Teacher, where do I throw away the trash?”

“That way.”

Pierre pointed somewhere without looking at me.

While I was cleaning up, I found an object that didn’t fit in this room.

It was a pure white lace handkerchief.

Judging from the cherry blossom-colored lace at the end, it didn’t seem like Pierre’s item.

It was isolated among other things.

‘Where should I put this?’

I tilted my head, holding the handkerchief.

Pierre was playing the role of a proper teacher than I thought.

He didn’t like to say useless things during training, and he mercilessly increased the running time.

If possible, I didn’t want to disturb that handsome dad who was either lost in thought or spacing out.

“Teacher, where should I put this?”