At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

"You've got a lot of kids."

While confused by the current situation, I say honest thoughts about looking at the children who are full of vision.

There was a really wide variety of kids there, and they looked like they were having fun.

Well, my confusion isn't that these kids are the reason. It's caused by the woman next door.

"Race, I don't hate, I'm learning, from"

Mr. Byabya is sitting next to me right now.

The expression is unchanged and unreadable, but it never comes close to being different, and the gaze is always right for the children.

Was this all too much of my thinking in the meantime?

"Free time, that's quite a long time."

"Your head, your understanding, your need, but your dialogue is important."

"Oh, Cheng Cheng. Do you think we can learn to understand each other in play?"

"Uh-huh."

The best reason she's next to me. That's because she's the one who put the most effort into creating the sight in front of me.

The children who play on the ground that stretches out in front of them are the ones who go to school in this city.

The beginning was when Inai was told that there were schools in this country as well.

There are few specialty items, but there are schools to teach everyone what is better to remember in living life, which means that there are things like elementary schools in Japan.

Inai looked a little remorseful at that time.

Because schools in this country are exactly like elementary schools in Japan.

In other words, there is an assumption that 'compulsory education' is not permeable in this country.

Institutions to learn the language, letters, and light arithmetic commonly used on most of the continent that would normally be useful in living.

Apparently, Mr. Byabya insisted after the war was over that we should make such a place to learn above all else.

This story was told to Mr. Geena, who laughed at her surprise because she was seriously approaching who didn't talk much then.

As it was, the person guiding the school also became Mr. Byabya.

I tried to say whether Mr. Nyong was good or not, but he was told that there was no point because he was not involved in anything of the educational system.

As a result, she was placed on top of the focus on this hand the most.

When I turned my gaze to Mr. Leifarna at that time, she looked a little troubled.

Seems like Mr. Geena didn't get it right, so maybe he didn't.

Even when I gave Mr. Nyong his name, he came denying it with a strange face.

What's the main job, Mr. Nyong, in the first place?

"Retreat, bend?

"Oh, no, that's not true."

Because I was worried without talking, she peeked into my face to see how I was doing.

Even so, the distance remained the same, and I just made that move.

I rushed to say no to that, but in fact that's not a lie.

The children who are playing are really a wide variety of children, and they can also know if there are such races.

Well, few species have as strong an impact as Mr. Byabya.

It's just less, though. If it's common sense of people, it's not a child. With a child the size of a child, or a child like a giant turtle? There are some fishy kids out there, but I got seriously worried if they're okay on land.

Because Inai is not with you.

I wanted to see the school, and when I said something, I was told to contact Mr. Aroness all of a sudden.

And they told me to file some kind of report.

Funny, am I supposed to work like this?

"Biya, sister, aren't you going to play today?

"Ugh. Today, another job, so"

Worried about what to write a report or something, she was being called out by a school child.

Nor has this happened once or twice, and she has been called out by the kids at school to play several times.

Apparently, she's close to the kids.

She is stroking the head of the child she is sorry for, with her tentacles hands.

I didn't see that look as usual, but I felt it was a very gracious atmosphere.

I wonder if you like kids.

"Mr. Tallow, to, how do you see?

"Uh, you know, I don't know"

She asks me as I wave back at the child who leaves with a slight regret.

The question was just too vague to know what it was for.

"I agree with Guina's will to coexist. Here, for that matter, things."

The lovely voice remained the same, but the voice felt very serious.

Is it true that the object used to shape her loyalty to Mr. Geena was this school?

"People are scared of things they can't understand. So I understand, I need to. Above all, I have much to learn, as a child."

"... I mean, is this time to play, too, for that matter?"

"Well. We are not like people. So your common sense is not the common sense of others. You have to learn, you have to."

That said, she turns her gaze to the kids again.

I don't know where that gaze is set, but maybe she's trying to see how all the kids are doing.

Whether or not you are able to create an environment sufficient for your own, Mr. Geena's ideals.

Different from the people, huh?

This would not mean that they and people are different, but that many of them themselves have a different ecology.

The way people live is different, and the institutions of the body are similar.

"This school isn't just a place to learn the art of living, it's a place to learn a wide variety of ways of living."

"Ugh. And the kids, they're going to live. There is no need to have negative feelings in wartime or in slavery."

Emotions as slaves. I mean, I guess it's about the kids' parents.

I'm sure some of their parents still hate or fear people.

No matter how much Mr. Geena says he coexists, we can't all agree.

But not the kids who live from now on.

Those kids have nothing to do with those kids playing innocently here, at least right now.

Learning history does not necessarily narrow the scope of living captured by anger and fear.

"And the same, now, children of the people, are not guilty."

Her lovely voice sounded so comfortable.

Perhaps it was because I felt that the voice was a voice containing kindness, but it stained it somewhat better.

"One day, the children, those children, will bear the country. At that time, people and strange causes are better off without them."

"When that happens, it's good"

"Uh-huh."

What she's saying is an idealism.

I don't think it would be possible to actually eliminate all the causes of evil without decades or hundreds of years if we were bad at it.

The children here should be children with parents who are actually slaves or who have experience of being harmed by people.

Then my parents must have taught me.

What kind of eyes did we have? What did the people do?

The first 'common sense' a child touches is a parent. I'm sure you can't listen to what that parent is saying and see people without any negative emotions. Even if I could, it would be a handful.

She must have figured it out.

In return for me, it would be proof that I just nodded at the words' I hope you can '.

I understand it's not in that environment right now. Everyone knows it's not as good an environment as learning what's there.

Still, I think we're at least trying to create a circle of connections between other tribes that were once lumped together with the sub people by learning the common sense of other tribes.

As a people of a country called Ligarat, not just a bunch of U.N. tribes gathered together.

As they are seen as' compatriots' living in the same country, in any race, in any ecology.

Like living as a 'rigarat citizen' against another country.

And some of them include people who live in this country. Some of the children are human beings.

For the children, it is more understandable to be friends of the people they play with than hateful people they have never met.

Later, I think it is a question of whether the child of that person will not be exposed to malice by the will of the parents of other races. Because she's right, the children are not guilty.

"It's time, of the classroom, time"

"Ah, yes. Shall we go then?"

Once Mr. Byabya has spoken, he stops thinking and walks into the school building with her guidance.

The classroom is in the form of a group that is tailored to the children's creation and taught, and the children who are able to do so are also taught to another group.

I wonder if this is a better way to do it than to freakishly uniquely paint around here.

Ligarat has all sorts of races in particular, and even if it's too uniquely painted, it may leave her ideal.

Sounds like he created this institution because he needed the flexibility to recognize others and learn people.

Evidence of this, or there were classes in pedigree ecology in the classroom. It seems to prevent misconceptions due to racial differences.

All the classes in this hand were joint.

I felt like I was taking a biology class in my original world, and I was listening to a class with the kids.

It was a lot of fun, but for some reason the teacher who was in class at that time stroked my head.

"You were eager to hear it. I'm interested."

I was told, do I look young enough to mix with my children?

I thought so and looked around, and there was a bigger kid sitting there than me.

Yeah, I'm good with kids now.

I felt like I heard Mr. Byabya laughing a small, crisp voice, but I don't know if it's your fault.

But unlike her first impressions and what Mr. Geena said, don't talk too well.

Is it because it's what I'm doing?