Rikimaru (1)
Naruhito nodded with a nonchalant expression.
This guy has killed someone. Thinking that, Naruhito instantly became terrifying.
Even Big brother, when he returned from the war, got terrifying.
He used to be like a gentle, warm sunny spot.
When he came back from the battlefield after a long time, he was completely different.
Perhaps the honed senses in the tense battlefield changed his aura.
Prince Hiiro was a bit scary even before going to the battlefield, but he became even more like a demon king afterward. Even the calm and gentle Doctor Ikumatsu occasionally becomes frightening.
Just what was the battlefield like?
Until now, Naruhito has never been scary to me. Even when we first met, despite being smaller than me, he was just as fast, which surprised me. I am confident in my speed. In terms of speed alone, I can surpass both Lord Kujou and Big brother. Eventually, I want to defeat those two using this speed, so I’ve been training for it. There was no one at school who could match me.
No one to have a good match with. It was always boring. Even if praised or called amazing, it was boring. Big brother, Lord Kujou, and Prince Hiiro were too strong, and the others were too weak.
But Naruhito is just right. Since getting to know him, it’s been fun.
He’s a strange guy, can’t even bite into senbei, and can’t swallow seaweed. I learned that mochi really gets stuck in his throat. A little bit of eating and his stomach quickly fills up, and he can’t eat dinner alone, or he will get scolded.
He doesn’t know how to address family members, and he doesn’t seem to know his own age. He quickly gets close to anyone and everyone. Even now, he’s sticking close to Mother.
Is he smiling a bit? Is he happy? It’s hard to tell because his expressions don’t change much.
He doesn’t raise his voice much either. Or rather, he doesn’t talk much.
If I say this, Prince Hiiro will say that Naruhito’s thoughts are quite straightforward. But I don’t get it. When I said he doesn’t talk much, he started talking a lot, Big brother told me. Was it because of that?
Even if he says he was on the battlefield, I thought he lived in a place that became a battlefield. He survived because he was a bit strong and fast.
No.
I just figured it out. This guy was a soldier. He didn’t know it was wrong to kill people. He just killed. Not just one or two. Many, many people, and he survived.
Three years in a place that changed Big brother in just half a year. Even now, he’s small, but three years ago, he must have been in an elementary school, right? A grade schooler doing a soldier’s job?
Naruhito doesn’t find it terrifying because the battlefield was a daily routine for him, right? It was a place where life went on, and nothing changed even if someone nearby died, or when he killed someone. It was normal for Naruhito.
A chill ran down my spine. Our sparring, no matter how serious I was, was just a game. After all, our lives weren’t on the line. I always felt like he was holding back, but it was just that my seriousness was lukewarm.
I watched Naruhito as he started dozing off while being embraced by Mother.
I can tell that he looks happy…