Do You Think You Can Run After Reincarnating, Nii-san?

I was a bad boy.

Studying is slow and depressing to understand.

Exercise is dull and always billy.

I couldn't even talk to someone I didn't know because I was familiar and nervous about making it my social skills.

'How can you not?

"You just learned that."

"I could have done it right away."

"That was easy."

'I don't want your amulet anymore!

'Fair enough. It's our job to protect our impossible sister. "

Shards...

They laugh around me today.

I remember it well, although it was a short while ago.

Give me that laugh.

That remorse.

I was always biting my lips in my heart, laughing naggingly as I matched them today.

Why can't I be the only one?

Why am I the only inferior?

Emotions that I'm not sure if it's anger or sadness have been swirling in me the whole time.

I guess that's why.

The first time I let a flame out of my palm, I felt like the world was brighter.

'Awesome, Master Azelea! I can't believe Spirituality is already expressed...!

Apparently I was only a little quicker than people to be able to use spirituality.

I couldn't do anything, so even with all that, my surroundings praised me.

So this is what I inevitably thought.

If it's spiritual, maybe we can do it better than everyone else.

I can't do everything well like everyone else, but if it's just spirituality......

I worked desperately on training and studying spiritual arts.

I put all the effort I was using for other things into training my spirituality.

So that was the natural result.

I am overwhelmingly better at handling spirituality than a child my age.

And my surroundings start calling me this.

Prodigy.

Genius.

… on the other side of the adults who entertain me, they looked at me today with regrettable eyes.

I laugh in my heart, all the time.

In me, it was full of superiority.

I was above all proud of the name 'Prodigy' and 'Genius', which I won myself.

... In short, in a nutshell.

I followed him.

Now that I think about it, it didn't come out except for that expression.

When I was six years old, I introduced myself to the Flaming God Heavenly Light Stream as a newcomer to expectations.

On the first day of my introduction, Normal said this to me.

'Look, don't drown in talent. Always be humble. Your seniors are all around you. There's as much you can steal. If you don't drown in talent, you'll be able to make them all your own.'

I nodded clearly and thought this at the same time.

I'm sure I'm the only one who's been advised this way.

Normal thinks I'm a genius, too.

My self-esteem has swelled.

At the same time, I carved my teacher's teachings into my chest and humbly encouraged my training diligently.

I'm sure that was the problem.

I must have thought this unconsciously at the time.

Being so humble and diligent, I'm not like those geniuses who drown in talent and don't strive -.

The vertigo and strengths gained even within the dojo corroborated my perception of it.

I corroborated it.

Because...

I will remain enrolled in the College of Spiritual Arts.

So we finally meet.

Far outweigh yourself, to the talent of both of us.

That day.

Watch the game between Jack and Mr. Elvis.

My confidence - it didn't hurt me at all.

- You're a genius.

- He's a prodigy since the Austin family began!

I remember growing up saying that and the efforts I've been building up for years.

Those, like anesthesia, protected my self-esteem.

Even geniuses, because they all said so.

Because I've tried so hard.

Don't worry about it.

There is no need to rush.

I'll work a little harder, too, and if I grow a little harder, I'm sure it'll reach them, too.

Valuable experience!

Absorb humbly!

Study every day!

... How silly it was.

I'm just more conscious, and there's nothing in it.

When did you start to realize that fact?

... Is that it?

and.

This is what I suddenly thought, as someone whispered in my ear.

I'm not catching up more than I thought.

I thought I could catch up right away......

The difference between us, it hasn't shrunk at all.

Rather.

They're letting you go?

The suspicion that appeared once didn't quite go away.

Is that it?

Is that it?

I couldn't get up from first grade again.

What about those two?

Oh, another bunk?

Is that it?

Is that it?

I wonder why.

I wonder how I can't catch up.

I couldn't help thinking about it.

As a result, I came up with one hypothesis that was very simple.

- Maybe.

- Me, more than those two, no talent?

It was a terrible hypothesis.

The scariest thing was that the moment I came up with it, I was reflexively convinced.

Maybe I didn't have any talent.

It may not have been a real genius, just because the adults around you - grownups everywhere who are geniuses or nothing - said that on their own in their mediocre perceptions.

I'm just...

He was probably just a kid with a little good handling of spirituality, plain, there.

The thought grew stronger with each passing of time.

I pictured myself competing on an equal footing with Jack and Mr. Elvis, the day I saw that game, getting farther and farther away.

Whenever I feel it, horrible anxiety overshadows my heart.

I have devoted everything to spirituality.

This is all I have.

Nothing but this.

If this goes away.

What's left of me?

The voices of the men come back to mind today.

If you take spirituality from me......

That's when I stayed.

I can't do it.

In a falling out,

I can't do it, I'm blunt, I'm serious, I just stay.

I don't like it...

I don't like it...!

I don't like it, I don't like it, I don't like it!!

If you can't go up there and graduate from college...

I'm sure you'll tell me this today.

I knew it was a falling out.

I can't do anything in the end.

No, it's not.

No, I'm not!

I'm not falling out!

Every night, in bed, I kept arguing against a voice that didn't.

Today, on the contrary, I felt that the students of the college and even the familiar classmates were saying me equally badly.

Gradually, my chest is getting painful.

I feel stuck in the back of my throat and I can't breathe well.

The world felt dim.

Painful.

I can't breathe.

The air is thin.

I don't like it here anymore.

Painful.

Because it's painful!

Get me out of here!

Let me out!

... What do I do?

How can it be easier?

How can you get out of this painful world?

Hey.

Someone.

Tell me...

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I was looking down from the top at myself in the middle of a dark world, stuffing and suffering like that.

How can we get out of this world?

That's not easy.

I got down in front of the other me.

And he put his hands on that thin neck, pushed it down and horseback riding.

You can do this.

This way it can be easier.

On both hands I put on my neck, I put my strength on it.

My fingers bury in my white skin.

I should have done this.

Yes, this is what I should have done.

This is the only way out of this world.

'Cause then the other me went wild.

He blurted his hands and feet, and let his mouth spurt like a fish.

Why are you scratching?

I can't help it.

You want to get easier, don't you?

That's what you said.

Look, it's gonna be easier.

Don't resist!

Push the swinging hands and feet into force.

Squeeze your throat so you can't take in a little air.

You just have to be gone.

A guy like this, you should be gone.

Such an asshole, stay out of me!!

Eventually, the force fell out of his hands and feet and he stopped moving.

Gently, get your hands off my neck.

The other me, I didn't move.

I stand up slowly and look down at myself as I stopped moving.

"... Phew"

Unexpectedly, spilled.

"Hehehe... hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

The joy that boils from the bottom of your stomach, uncontrollably.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!

I thought the world was brighter.

It's not painful.

I can breathe air.

There's no stopping voices out of my throat!

It's just...

Only tears didn't flow.

I notice someone at my feet.

I'm not moving anymore.

What was there instead was a mirror.

The black floor reflects me like a mirror.

Take me...

You looked terribly nasty, take me.

My laughter had stopped.

I can't breathe again, and I nod on the spot.

Until just now, like the other me was doing.

In a world of darkness, light does not shine.

No one can be heard.

Just merciless, only awakening comes.

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Blurred and raised his eyelids.

The view of the bell cave gradually becomes clearer.

My butt and back were cold.

Sitting on the wall.

The chest, which was severely painful, is only a little better.

Always is.

In the morning, as soon as I wake up, I'm only doing a little better than at night.

But as soon as I recalled my memory just before I fell asleep, my lucid mood vanished.

I'll buy you some time, and I ran away, Phil's hindsight......

And the heartless words I shouted at her......

I sat in a triangle and buried my face between my knees.

... Forget everything, I want to sleep again.

That very sweet desire...... something in me rejected it.

Another me who resisted me in a dream I faintly remember.

The desperate shape resurrected behind the lid.

"... already...!

frustrating.

It's annoying.

Why don't you just leave me alone?

You shouldn't leave such a lame guy alone.

I said something so terrible.

Why are you trying so hard to give me a break?

Thanks to you, I can't escape reality.

I feel like I have to help you because you're so sweet.

If only you'd let me go, I'd be irresponsible, apathetic, easy-going, I could've been a loser!

It took a lot of energy to get into my legs.

With my hands on the wall, I get up.

I don't know what I can do.

No, there's nothing I can do.

But I couldn't help but chase that hindsight that ran away.

Having failed, I walked down the cave in a fluttering foothold.