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

I knew from a young age that you hated me.

No, I'm more scared than hated...

Everyone inside was somewhat distant from me, as if I had even a bad disease.

"Abomination of the Theft Spirit".

Inside, that's what I was called.

When I was suspicious whether my teeth were still all grown, Master Li had spoken like this in a squeaky voice.

'... rachel ya. Cursed and pathetic child...... Do not steal people's things. You know this...? So don't take people's spirits... The Spirit is a very important thing to a person... he will always watch over his life beside him, because he is a neighbor more important than anyone else...'

Inside the elf, which I was born with, and which may or may not have a name, was of primitive spiritual faith.

Respect the Spirit, get acquainted with the Spirit, rely on spiritual art to live on the qualities.

So in this, the Spirit was the very existence of man.

In such a place, but once every hundred years, a child is born to be abominable.

That's The Abomination of the Theft Spirit.

Roost has the power to steal the spirits of others, hosting the "Shax the Faithful Influence Master".

I mean, it was me.

The elves inside were terribly scared of the power of Shax.

We firmly believed that the Spirit from ourselves was something that would take away our life's neighbors.

In fact, the power of the Shacks was just a imitation, but they had nothing to do with it - it looked like it was stolen, that was all.

So I was forbidden from using spiritual art from birth.

Even when the other kids were happy to be taught how to use fire and wind by adults, all the time, all I could do was watch from the side with nothing to do.

As I thought so about 150 years later as I traveled the world, so did I at this time, strongly and strongly.

I wonder why I'm here.

I wonder why I am here when the Spirit tells me not to use the Spirit in the most important world.

I wonder how you were born.

I tried hitting my parents with that question.

- Father, mother.

- How was I born?

"... that's what I want to hear."

It was your mother who threw up in a cold, dark, sinking voice, but from the look on her face, it seemed certain that your father had the same opinion.

- I don't even know what your mothers know.

- It's boring.

And your mother exploded.

He arose with a golden scream, trying to blow me away with the spiritual art of the wind.

Your father tried to stop it, but he couldn't make it.

Wow, I'm surprised.

Your mother was slammed against the wall.

It was about the duh.

To my astonished applause, I imitated your mother's spiritual art.

Then your mother blew it up better.

Naturally.

It mimics every spiritual technique and makes it a Roost output - because that's the power of the Shacks.

"... Ugh, uhh..."

I rushed over to my mother groaning in pain.

And I said it.

- Are you okay, Mother?

- I'll fix you up soon.

Even if I had never used it, I knew how to use it.

Because some elves used healing spirituality.

Your mother had broken many bones, but that also, by the way, healed.

Both your mother and father watched that in dismay.

I didn't know what was wrong with me.

Spirituality is only one thing for one human being.

That's the absolute rule of this world.

That is why men revere and cherish their spirits.

That's why people don't use spirits as tools.

It was as if I didn't know at this time that I was the one breaking that rule.

The power to wield every spiritual art, at its best output.

It is like a natural enemy to a human being other than me, who shakes his roots.

Just as I gave up in his eyes when I unilaterally defeated Jack, no matter how desperate I was, I couldn't stop.

Every human being, when he sees my power, feels denied himself.

And accidentally cool (...).

Oh, something, forget it.

I was the one who should not be in this world.

Yet it was strange.

Even as I began to blur about it, I did not want to disappear.

No - I didn't think so.

Why am I here?