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A note:
Sorry for the delay in updating. Real-life has been too busy.
It’s longer than I expected, so here is the first part.
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Rinne Takajou has been defective since birth.
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Nana and I are best friends.
We are a pair of one and only best friends who have spent more ti together than family since we were little.
A gift was bestowed upon us.
Nana was born with an overpowered body, and I with an overdeveloped brain.
We were born with our talents mirrored as if we were standing at opposite ends of a line.
What I cannot do, Nana can do.
What Nana cannot do, I can do.
Thus, we will live our lives compensating for our shortcomings by supporting each other.
That… was my selfish dream.
Because I was born with a fatal defect.
If I try to run, my legs tangle; if I throw a ball, it flies in strange directions.
I was born with sothing that could be said as a debuff in a video ga. The more seriously I tried to exercise, the more I failed. It’s like a curse.
However, this is sothing that everyone born into a family of Takajou has to live with.
My father, uncle, elder brother, and older cousin.
My elder cousin Ron was born albino and forced to live with a frail body, everyone in this family has so kind of abnormal constitution as the price for their exceptional gift.
For , the it was the inability to exercise. It is a fatal flaw, but I think that still on the mild side because as long I do not push myself too hard in my daily life, I will be fine.
like the example above, there will always be a price for each gift received by a mber of the Takajou family.
But unlike us, Nana has not bestowed such a curse.
Her potential is awesoly high, her body is terrifyingly strong, and her growth limit is yet to be seen.
Nana certainly had what we all wanted so badly.
I entrusted Nana with things that I could not do myself. And I did not doubt that Nana could do things that I could not.
But Nana, never need to entrust anything.
For example, I was good at studying, but she had never been particularly bad at it. It might be a different story if we ask if she still rembers it or not, but at the very least, when she was a student, she had a good enough brain to be able to understand anything I explained to her.
Even in action gas, which I thought I was good at, Nana will be better at most of the things I was good at. She will beat one-sidedly, relying on her reflexes alone.
Her specs are transcendent, and her concentration is extraordinary. It was more difficult to find sothing Nana couldn’t do.
Even so, Nana would always rely on to help her when she needed to. Given ti, it’s possible that she could solve her problem on her own. Still, she always cos to first.
[Because this was sothing Rin-chan was good at.]
This is Nana’s way of carefully avoiding an intrusion into my domain.
She is not so smart that she does it on purpose, so it must have been an unconscious action at first. I regret it now, but it probably wasn’t a good idea for to slap her on the cheek after I lost the ga that day.
Nana had always been a lonely girl, and this was especially true when she was little. She tried to stay as close to as possible, and when I held her hand, she always got so happy.
It was probably an unconscious response to [I don’t want Rin-chan to hate ] feeling, which eventually led to this kind of habit.
That part of Nana has not changed even now that we’re an adult.
Of course, there were tis when my help was definitely needed, but most of the ti, it was because she had decided not to do it, not because she couldn’t do it.
So it was not true that we live to support each other.
The truth is, I have lived my life with Nana supporting .
That is our true relationship.
But that does not an that I am inferior to Nana.
We are equal. There is no doubt about that.
Nana instinctively knows this, which is why she leans on and trusts more deeply than anyone else.
Just like the right person for the job. I may not be useful in everyday life, but I have my own ridiculous talents even though it’s kind of useless for my daily life.
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When I was two years old. I was bored with the world.
My brain was special, and I could morize anything the mont I saw it.
How good was my ability you ask?
Let tell you first, that the essence of the talent I was born with is not just perfect mory but also the ability to process those stored information in parallel.
There are many ways to call it, like [multitasking], [parallel thinking], [working at the sa ti], or [working while doing sothing at the sa ti]. But it simply ans [an ability to do two or more tasks at the sa ti].
It is like playing the piano with your left hand while doing calligraphy with your right. It may be physically difficult to actually do this, but it is not a bad taphor.
Thinking about one thing while also thinking about another.
I have been doing this naturally since I was a baby, and the number of parallel thoughts increased whenever I took in unknown information.
I always tried make sense of everything I see and hear in my own way. At first, it was One. Then Two. And Three. And as the number of unknowns things increased, so did my [Thinking-Self].
The number of parallel thoughts I could use kept increasing, and it was just as if I were casually adding rooms to a building. The number continued to increase endlessly whenever I ca into contact with unknown information, and before I knew it, it had exceeded 100.
The turning point probably happens when the [Thinking-Self] number reached around 1,000? I’m not sure. At that ti, the part of the room where I had finished examining the [unknown] information beca [empty].
The newly gained information was now thrown into the [empty] room and examined until I understand it, and then it becos an [empty] room again. The cycle continues, and eventually, most of the room has beco the [empty] room.
That’s why my ego was complete by the ti I was one year old.
A brain that will record all kinds of information.
And talent to process that vast amount of information in parallel and on its own.
These two talents, which are too synergistic, expanded my worldview at once.
My brain developed hundreds or even thousands of tis faster than normal people.
I could use tools and understand the aning of words, the difference in tone between people who spoke to , also… my current situation.
Even the tiniest differences that a one-year-old child should not easily determine.
I understand. I understand everything.
The unknown quickly turned into the known.
Even so, there was still so much I didn’t know, and at that ti, I was still excited about the world.
After so ti, I can turn over my body, next, I can crawl. And when I was able to stand up by holding onto sothing, and at this point, I started spending more and more ti alone.
Mother was busy, and so were my two older brothers. I was relatively quiet because I was physically weak, so they seed to think it was okay to leave alone for the ti being.
And finally, my parents learned about the rapid developnt of my brain.
Even though my body was not yet developed and could not speak, I could still have a conversation using a smartphone.
I still rember the expression reflected in my mother’s eyes when we first talked using the phone. It was a mixture of surprise, fear, and resignation.
My only playground was the tablet device my mother gave as a young child. So bodyguards took care of , but they were not my playmates.
Anyway, I rember that I was so excited at the ti to have this magic item that could connect to all kinds of information.
But that, was also the quickest route to boredom.
I imrsed myself in the world of the Internet as much and as long as I could, and to understand all of the new wonders I found, the first thing I did was study.
I finished my compulsory education in a month, another for higher education, then using half a month working on the past exams of one of the most difficult universities, and I stopped studying after I got that far.
Not because I can’t.
But because I have already learned it all. So I stopped.
Knowing too much will make you lose the joy of discovering.
I realized that in those two and a half months after using my talent to carelessly devour the unknown and turn the world into sothing so boring.
And after I tossed my tablet, my boredom accelerated.
It sounds silly, but at the ti, I really thought I was going to get bored with the whole world if I didn’t do at least that.
The joy of curiosity and the despair of losing it.
After thinking about it with all my useless parallel thoughts, there were tis when there was nothing left for to do but sleep feeling betrayed, and at that mont, sothing rare happened, my father ca ho.
“Rinne, I’ve prepared the perfect playground for you. follow .”
The place he took to was neither an amusent park nor a zoo but the headquarters of the Takajou Group. It may be weird but not wrong to call this place the group’s headquarters, but no description fits this place better than that.
I was taken to a large room with countless monitors and computers. It was an wicked space where all kinds of confidential information were gathered by the company’s spies worldwide.
My father showed the dark side of the largest company in the world for the first ti.
Then he said.
“I will lend you 100 million yen. Use the information here freely and increase it. It will surely be a good way to pass the ti.”
My father said this to a child that was not even reached two years old and left.
Everyone there was shocked, and I was too. My father loved dearly, but he had never once talked about his work in front of .
From that day on, my pleasure changed to making more money.
If you ask if I enjoyed it, I don’t think so.
All I was doing was looking at data, and even if I lost my money, there was no risk to .
But it was certainly more distracting to read about the ever-changing situation than to just accumulate knowledge and feel like the all-knowing.
After the age of two, I was able to hold a controller. And for the first ti, I got into competitive online gaming.
I enjoyed competing against opponents that I couldn’t beat with just my knowledge, and I learned the joy of working hard and honing my skills. This was the first ti I learned about a sense of satisfaction that I could not get from studying.
Then, when I turned 3 years old, I t her. I t Nana for the first ti.
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Over the years, many things happened, and she saved my life from a rabid dog.
She went from being a henchman who followed behind all the ti to an equal friend.
The more I learned about Nana, the more interesting the world beca.
Everything was fun with Nana.
For better or worse, physically, Nana was already the strongest person in the world at the age of four, but ntally she was an ordinary child.
She would show interest in things she saw for the first ti and ask, [What is this?] When I told her what it was, she smiled happily.
The brain, which I thought was just a thing to make the world boring, the knowledge that I had accumulated for nothing, beca an indispensable tool to entertain that child.
At first, all was fine.
But as Nana’s knowledge accumulated, it beca harder and harder to do so.
I’m not talking about imparting knowledge. What I an is that it beca more and more difficult to find sothing new for Nana.
And that was natural. The more you know about things, the less fresh the world becos. It happened to Nana, too. It just happened too early for .
But that doesn’t an she was unhappy about it.
Unlike , who felt betrayed when the world beca boring, she was truly happy just to be with [Rin-chan] from the bottom of her heart, and that was the sa with .
However, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel sad that Nana was relying on less and less.
And in contrast, the older I got, the more I relied on Nana. The price I had to pay for being born with this burden was that much heavier than what I expected.
Ten years had passed since we first t.
After we both turned 13 years old, the number of my parallel thoughts had easily exceeded 10,000.
But that is just a rough estimate. As for myself, it only ans that I could process information 10,000 tis that of an ordinary person. I only beco more efficient.
Should I be forced to use a simple taphor, I would say that I had a supercomputer in my head.
I may sound like I’m bragging, but at the ti, I was aweso.
The Takajou group collected dark information that ordinary people couldn’t, and the information flowed from all corners of the world. Using this information, I predicted the fluctuation of stock prices in a hundred different ways and built up a huge asset base.
This is fundantally different from a computer that only efficiently processes data built with 1s and 0s.
Everything was calculated in my prediction, including human emotion, the inner situation of the company, or even the world’s affairs.
That’s the reason why I was able to predict everything. The accuracy of my money ga had improved to the point where it was more difficult to fail.
So may envy that, and they have every right to do so.
But, as soone who actually had it, I never need this kind of talent.
I had never told Nana about it, but at that ti, I was slowly falling prey to my own defects.
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Rinne is a rather uptight person.
Incidentally, Rinne is not the so-called creative type. She’s just efficient in information processing. For example, she cannot make groundbreaking inventions or bring revolutionary ideas to difficult mathematical problems.
Be it fortune or misfortune, Rinne’s talent only makes her brain computer-like, and she can only calculate emotions and other uncertainties to so extent.
TL notes:
So… Nah, nevermind, I will let you guys experienced it yourself.
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