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Two chapter is not enough!!

So I extends it.

There are about two or three more episodes.

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Today was the day I turned 13 years old after entering middle school.

I woke up on my birthday and was filled with terrible anxiety.

(…headache?)

The first discomfort I felt was such a trivial thing.

My body is not built as sturdy as Nana’s. Actually, scratch that, my constitution is so poor that it is laughable to compare it to that of an ordinary person.

It was not unusual for to collapse with a fever, and I had experienced more kinds of illnesses than most people.

In addition to that, I’ve been up late every night recently because I’ve been spending an inordinate amount of ti considering the optimal chart for the Kurokuro RTA.

So there is a great possibility that the headache is caused by a lack of sleep.

But I still felt strange because the headache had co in the form of a pain I had never experienced before. It was a sharp, cutting pain.

The headache I felt when I woke up made feel dizzy, but I felt the warmth of human skin in my back, supporting .

It was Nana.

“What’s wrong?”

Nana gently supported my back and said anxiously.

How long has she been awake?

Sorry, that was stupid thought, of course she had been awake for a long ti.

She hardly needs to sleep at all.

I felt the gentle heat of Nana’s arm around my back. That was the only thing that made the headache go away.

“I have a slight headache. It’s gone now. I’m fine.”

“No good, go back to sleep. You have been pulling all-nighter lately.”

She pulled down and forced to go back to sleep.

I was honest when I said the pain had subsided, but Nana would not allow it.

She is puffing her cheeks, pretending to be angry with . And she won’t yield no matter what I said. But yeah, it was my fault for showing weakness.

“I can’t help it… Let’s take it easy today.”

“un.”

Recently I kind of neglected her. Still, I couldn’t help but stroke Nana’s head when I saw her happy smile.

In the end, I dismissed that headache as a sign of a cold since it was gone the next day after I had slept so much.

Unaware that was the beginning of the countdown that had started.

After that, the peculiar headaches ca and went on a whim.

When I was 13, it would co at least once a month.

Gradually, the intervals beca narrower, and by the ti I turned 14, it will happen once a week.

And after I turned 15, the headaches beca so frequent that I didn’t know when they would strike, and they had beco so bad that I felt great stress just by being alive.

Sister Ron forced to go to the hospital for a checkup when I was bedridden at the age of 13 with a headache for the third ti to confirm my condition.

I wasn’t that wary of it, but I still rember Ron’s worried face.

“The most common cause of headaches is overuse of the brain. It becos overworked because it keeps concentrating for a long ti. And in Rinne’s case, it’s because the software inside your brain is special. The burden on your brain as hardware is tens of thousands of tis greater than that of a normal person. Your one second of concentrated thought equals the sa amount of fatigue that a normal person would experience after three hours of concentrating.”

While scratching her head in frustration, Ron told the cause of his headache.

“Even if you don’t do anything, your specs will continue to improve endlessly until you have enough information-processing power to make supercomputers look foolish. But your body is not strong enough to withstand it. There will co a ti when your nerves will burn out soday, just like a dam bursting under too much pressure.”

“I see. So, I don’t have much ti.”

“They expect the limit will be reached when you are twenty, that, if you delay is as long as you can. The earliest is probably two or three years from now. “

Ron said that with an expression as if she was forced to swallow a bitter bug, and I felt sothing heavy dropped in my chest as I listened to her words.

“Thank you Ron-nee… You know this not just from checkup, but also from our family research, didn’t you?”

This is thanks to Takajou’s family records. Its very root could be traced back to the Heian period. As the na suggests, [Taka][Jou] ans a [falcon][craftn], it was said that the first generation family head could talk with a falcon.

Thus, this family was given a na that suits its uniqueness, and countless sacrifices and research were made for this family to continue to prosper for more than 1,000 years, we had persist through many struggles and despairs, until the present ti.

From what Ron said, there must be a precedent. Soone with a similar brain to mine must have been born in this family. It’s all thanks to their existence that we have been able to weave our history without falling apart when we were facing the trials of ti.

If there had been supercomputers in the Edo period, it would have been quite a joke of power, wouldn’t it?

Even if there is no network, the ability to record and operate a vast amount of information is of great value in this country. Simply by using vast amount recorded in the imperial library.

They must have been active in their own right and then lost their talent at a young age. When I think about it, I am deeply moved.

“The longest is seven years, and the shortest is two years. Sohow my motivation sprung up when you gave a ti limit.”

“…I knew you would say that. Otherwise, it’s not the Rinne I know.”

I muttered happily while my sister Ron laughed in frustration.

I have a lot of things that I want to do, and I have a clear idea of what I want to achieve.

All that remained was to see how hard I could work before my talent ran out. As simple as that.

My headache got worse day by day.

There were many days when I could not bear the pain and went to bed.

I stopped working and playing the money ga by the ti I was 13 years old; it was when I realized that this headache was sothing that could not be cured, and now I had to do what my heart was set to.

No, to be precise, I got tired of the money ga long before this headache ca, so to say I stopped playing because was not true. And because I had created a system that could make money on its own. The only thing I did with it was maintained it.

My work beca less as a result, and that was a good ti to quit because I started to affect the family poorly as a whole, especially with my mother.

The money I earned simply had beco too much. It was the right decision to the left at this point because my existence had beco too big, which caused various inconveniences to the balance of power inside the organization.

Takajou group was a place where my father and brother Ran ruled. It’s not where I want to belong.

Whenever I had free ti, I would spend more and more of it with Nana.

And I noticed that only when Nana was beside did my headache go away.

Thanks to this, I was able to keep Nana unaware of this symptom until the end of my stay. And I was thankful for that because if I showed even the slightest sign that I was not feeling well, she would worry about .

I don’t know why I didn’t feel any pain. Maybe I got relaxed when I was with her, or maybe it was just the drugs in my brain that made the pain go away.

I still don’t know the reason, but the only thing that matters is that I was able to spend more ti with Nana, and we were both happy.

My ti with Nana was filled with happiness, and I cherished the ti we had left, sotis with the occasional visit to the Touka’s house.

Even so, it’s no ti for to be idling. I don’t have such leisure.

Until now, I had only played gas, taken naps, gone out, and played around depending on my mood, but now… I didn’t have much ti left.

And within this limited ti, I wanted to accomplish sothing that would be called a mark, sothing that would be etched in the gaming history.

There were two targets.

The first was to set an ideal ti by reducing it to the absolute minimum in a 100% RTA in Kurokuro, which was about to co to fruition after years of studying the charts.

The other is winning the WGCS, which is the pinnacle for anyone in a pro gar career.

There are many things I need to do to compete in the WGCS, and that including the completion of Kurokuro RTA. I knew that the frequency of my headaches was gradually increasing and that there would eventually co a ti when I couldn’t control them, even with Nana’s help.

The perfect RTA would take more than three full days, no matter how I calculated it. At the very least, it was clear that it would be physically demanding with this headache.

After much consideration, I decided to prioritize a 100% RTA of the Kurokuro and completed it at least before I turned 15.

Now is the ti to run the strategy chart that I was developing over a period of years.

With Nana watching over for three days and three nights, I shortened the ti as much as possible by eating als and ‘watering the flower’ during a non-skippable cutscene.

I was half-conscious by the ti I had passed the 60-hour mark, but I managed to accomplish it before I ran out of steam.

This was my first live stream as a gar. I broke the previous record by nearly 20 hours.

It was the fastest ti in the world, which still shines brilliantly to this day.

Although this RTA was harsh, the result was very rewarding because I was able to shorten my qualification to WGCS by a year, thanks to the worldwide uproar that this stream generated.

The only goal left was to win the WGCS.

However, there is not much ti left.

Five years is the maximum. And at worst, I don’t even know if I have one year left.

With only that much ti left, how much of a result will I be able to achieve in the world of professional gars, a world full of monsters?

Granted, all individual professional gars are all different, but all the gars that could qualify in the WGCS are basically a monster. Standing at the top of the world is not sothing easy.

I had to sort out what I could do in the limited ti I had and what I should give in return.

But I’m okay with that because I have soone who supports .

As long as Nana was by my side, I could do anything.

I really believed that at that ti.

I truly believed, forever with Nana, I could do anything.

But.

This world is cruel.

‘Forever’ was not sothing we ant to be.

On that snowy Christmas.

Nana’s parents died.

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A being like Rinne is born every 100 to 200 years in the Takajou family. At that ti, the ability to rember everything was especially valued and treated as if they were the child of God.

But unlike Rinne, since they were not exposed to vast amounts of information at once, nor did they have to concentrate on anything, they were generally stable and unbroken until they were about 40 years old.

Tl note:

I cried.

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