Naruhito (27)
Aoba came again the next day.
“The term ‘Mother’ is primarily used as a way to address the woman who gave birth to her child.”
Sitting in front of the desk, the explanation begins.
“Gave birth?”
“Do you know how babies are born?”
I know. It was in the picture book I read yesterday.
I happily show it. Babies come out of peaches.
“Mother!”
Pointing at the peach, both Rikimaru, who had peeked out from the bed after sitting up, and Aoba held their heads.
“A baby is being born…”
“No, I said a woman…”
I went to ask Hirosue for these dango mentioned in the story.
Because just looking at them makes you want to eat them, right?
They must be so delicious that you’d ask for them.
I didn’t care about the story anymore; only the dango remained in my head.
“Dango, huh. I can make them, I can, but…”
Oh, as expected of Hirosue.
Can she make delicious things like those in the picture book? I was getting excited when,
“Naruboy, you probably can’t eat them…”
She said. Huh? Are they hard?
“I heard you choked on daifuku the other day. Dango is similar to that.”
It’s the chewy one. That one. Is it…?
I felt really down, but Hirosue promised to think of a way for me to eat them.
I remembered the story of the baby in the dango. The peach is Mother.
“Peaches are not called Mother. In this case, the old lady who raised them is Mother.”
The old lady is Mother.
“Huh? That sounds strange too. In that case, explaining the lady becomes difficult. Rikimaru, do you have any other picture books about babies being born?”
“No, Mother. The other shows birth from bamboo.”
“Peaches, bamboo, and I are all Mother…”
After both of them groaned in agreement, they decided to talk about this another time. I’m fine with it anytime.
So, shall we practice writing? Aoba took out a pencil. I can read, but can’t write.
Learning how to read orders is essential, so I learned how to read. I haven’t had to write, so I’ve never written. First, starting with my name, and as I was being taught, there was a knock on the door.
“Yo, Rikimaru. Seems like you let Naruhito get into some dangerous situation while I was away?”
“Welcome back, Hiiro.”
While I happily stood up, Rikimaru turned pale.
“Come to think of it, I haven’t been scolded by the Demon King yet…”