[I] was a defect from birth.



Nana and I are best friends.

From an early age, they are the only best friends who have spent more time with each other than their families.

We had such talent.

Nana has a natural flesh that was given by nature.

And I have an uncontrollably overdeveloped brain.

As if we were standing on either end of a line, we were born with a mirroring talent.

I can do what Nana can't do.

I can do what Nana can't do.

That's why we've lived by making up for our shortcomings by supporting each other.

... I can't believe that's happening.

Indeed, I was born with a fatal weakness.

If you try to run, your legs will get tangled, and if you try to throw a ball, it will fly in a strange direction.

Like a debuff on a game, the more you try to exercise, the more you fail. Such a cursed constitution.

However, this constitution is something that everyone holds alive after being born into the Hawkmaker family.

Father, uncle, brother, and cousin.

Like Sister Ron, who was born into Albino and forced into a fragile constitution, everyone has some kind of abnormal constitution as a price for their extraordinary talent.

The price for me was that I couldn't exercise. It was not bad in everyday life, so it was a fatal but gentle category.

Yes. Everyone born into a falconer's family comes at a price proportional to their talent.

But, unlike me, Nana hasn't been given such a negative element.

Too high potential, too sturdy flesh, and constantly evolving growth.

Nana certainly had what we wanted to get out of her throat.

I left it to Nana to do what she couldn't do. Exercise is the best example of this, and there is no doubt about it.

But Nana didn't leave it to me to do what she couldn't do.

For example, even if I was good at studying, she was never particularly bad at it. Aside from the fact that I still remember now, at least in my student days, I had a decent mind to "explain and understand".

Even in the action games I thought I was good at, Nana is mostly better than me, just like I was slapped one way or the other with my reflexes.

She's so transcendent in her specs, she can't concentrate. To be honest, it was harder to find what I couldn't do.

Still, Nana always relied on me in scenes where she needed to narrow her wits. I should have been able to think for myself, but I came to you first.

This is what Lin-chan is good at.

That's how Nana takes care not to invade my space.

She's not conscious enough, so she must have acted unconsciously at first. Now it's a later festival, but it's not good that I lost the game and slapped my cheek.

Nana was originally a lonely person, and when she was a little girl, she was particularly strong. I was trying to stay as close to me as possible, and when I put my hands together, I was always in a good mood, loosening my cheeks a little bit.

"I don't want to be disliked by Lin-chan," which probably led to this habit.

Such a place hasn't changed even now that I'm an adult.

Of course, I might help Nana, but that was because she decided not to do it herself, and it wasn't something she couldn't do.

That's not why we lived together.

The truth is, I lived with Nana's support.

That is our true relationship.

That's why, if you ask me if I'm inferior to Nana, it's impossible.

We are equal. There is no doubt about it.

Because I instinctively know that, Nana leans on me and trusts me more than anyone else.

The right place. Even if it's useless in everyday life, I have the stupid talent to be me.



When I was about two years old.

I was tired of the world.

My brain is special, and I remember what I saw as it was.

How good would it have been if it had been that kind of ability?

The essence of the natural-born talent was not memory, but the ability to process information in parallel.

Multitasking, parallel thinking, simultaneous progression, and work… There are many ways to say it, but the point is to “do more than two jobs at a time.”

It's like playing the piano with your left hand while doing calligraphy with your right hand. I feel that it is physically difficult to do it, but it is not bad as a metaphor.

Think about one thing while thinking about another.

Ever since I was a baby, I've been doing that kind of thing naturally, and the number of parallel thoughts increases every time I incorporate unknown information.

You will understand all the worlds that you see and hear. One. Two. Three. With every increase in what you don't know, so does your “thinking self.”

The number of parallel thoughts I could use was increasing, as if I were easily building more rooms in the building. Every time I touched the unknown information, it continued to increase, and when I noticed it, it was exactly over 100.

Exceeding or not exceeding 1000. With that much more, the part that finished examining the unknown information became "free".

As a result, new information was thrown into the vacant room, and the room was repeatedly vacated after completion of the study, and the majority of the room was vacant sometime.

The ego was complete by the time I was one year old.

A brain that records all kinds of information.

Convenient talent for processing vast amounts of information in parallel.

Two talents with too much synergy have made my world expand at once.

The brain developed hundreds or thousands of times faster than an ordinary person.

The use of tools, the meaning of words, the differences in the people who talk to you, and your current situation.

Even the slightest difference that a one-year-old can hardly tell.

I get it. I get it all.

The unknown changed into the known sooner.

Still, back then, I was still full of things I didn't know, and I think I was excited about the world.

I can turn around. I can get high. From the time I grabbed things and got more or less upright, I had more time alone.

My mother was busy and my brother and I were the same. Even though I didn't have any physical strength, I was a relatively normal person, so I had some fuses that I thought I could leave somewhat alone.

Above all, my parents understood the rapid rate of development of my brain.

Even if your body is underdeveloped and you can't speak, you can still have a conversation if you have a smartphone.

I still remember my mother's eyes when I first had a conversation with her on her smartphone, where she mixed surprise, fear, and giving up.

At a young age, my only playground was my mother's tablet device. There were also bodyguards who took care of meticulously, but I couldn't say that I was a playmate.

Anyway, I remember being delighted that it was a magical item that could connect to all kinds of information.

And it's the shortest route to boredom.

In line with the desire to know, I immersed myself in the online world as much as I could in time, and I studied first.

I finished the scope of compulsory education in one month, worked on the past questions of a difficult university for another month or so in higher education, and stopped studying.

It's not because I don't know.

I quit because I understand everything.

To know too much is to lose the pleasure of knowing.

It was only in those two and a half months that I realized that the talent I had been endowed with was simply a manipulative devouring of the unknown and turning the world into a boring thing.

After throwing the tablet, boredom accelerated.

It sounds stupid to me now, but I really thought I'd get tired of the whole world if I stayed like this.

The curiosity about the unknown and the despair that has disappeared.

A phrase that mobilized all the parallel thoughts that had increased in vain. When I could only sleep in a state of infidelity, my father came back unusually.

"Sounds. I've got the perfect playground for you, so follow me."

His father took him to the headquarters of the Falconers Group, where he was stationed, not an amusement park or a zoo. To be precise, the expression "the headquarters of the group" is strange, but to put it plainly, it was anyway that kind of place.

I was taken to a large room with countless monitors and computers for recording. It was a vice space with all kinds of classified information from spies sent to companies around the world.

One of the biggest companies in the world. Your father showed me that dark part.

"Let's lend you 100 million yen." Feel free to use the information here to increase it. I'm sure it'll be a good time. "

My father left when I told him that to a child younger than two years old.

Everyone on the scene was surprised, and I was surprised myself. Because your father loved me, but he never talked about work in front of me.

From that day on, my spare time turned into more money.

When asked if it was fun, it wasn't any fun at all.

All I was doing was looking at the data, and even if I ran out of money, there was no risk to me.

However, it was certain that I was more distracted by reading the ever-changing situation than by just accumulating knowledge and getting to know the world.

Having been able to have a controller after the age of two, I became obsessed with online matching games.

I enjoyed playing against opponents who could not win just by having knowledge, and I learned the pleasure of trying hard to hone my skills. It was at this time that I first realized the sense of fulfilment that I could not achieve by studying.

And then, when I was three.

I met Nana for the first time.



In the year that followed, there were many things that saved my life from a rabid dog.

Make equal friends from the elements that follow me all the way behind.

The more I knew about Nana, the more interesting the world became.

Whatever you did, it was fun with Nana.

Nana was physically the strongest child in the world at the age of four, but she was a normal child in both good and bad spirit.

I was interested in what I saw for the first time, and I said, "What is this?” he asks. I laughed happily when I told him what it was.

Thinking that he was a boring genius, his senselessly accumulated knowledge became an indispensable tool to entertain him.

At first, that was good.

But as Nana's knowledge accumulated, it became more difficult.

It's not about teaching knowledge. It became harder and harder for Nana to find something fresh.

Naturally. The more you know things, the less the freshness of the world fades. It was just too soon for me to do so, and even Nana was in that situation.

That's not why she was dissatisfied with it.

Unlike me, who was unchaste when the world became boring, she really thought she was happy to be called "Lin-chan" from the bottom of her heart, and that was with me.

However, it was lonely for me to be less likely to rely on Nana.

On the other hand, the older I grew, the more I could count on Nana. The price I was born to bear was so heavy on me.

Ten years since we first met.

When we were thirteen years old.

My number of parallel thoughts was lightly over ten thousand.

10,000 times more than an ordinary person, even if it is expressed crudely.

However, it was able to process a lot of information efficiently.

Technically not, but if it's easy to understand, there's a supercomputer in my head... it's like that.

You seem to be proud, but I was amazing at the time.

The dark information gathered by the Falconers Group is unknown to ordinary people, and the situation around the world. They used that information to cut through the fluctuations in stock prices and build huge assets.

It is fundamentally different from a computer that only efficiently processes the data built with 1 and 0.

I was able to incorporate everything into my predictions, including human emotions, corporate intentions, and the world situation.

That's why money games, which have had successes and failures since I was two years old, are really just games. To the extent that it was no longer difficult to fail, its accuracy had increased.

Some people may think they envy it.

But from what I actually had, I didn't need such a talent.

I never told Nana about it.

Little by little, from this time on, I began to be corrupted by my own flaws.