The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

"Oh dear! Honey, reverse it!!

"Wow! It's all of a sudden, you!?

I also half-forgot to pretend to be a baby and grabbed me to get my book back from my brother.

If your brother's story is true and my thoughts are right, that book is almost certainly a book of magic!

'Cause I thought it was a little strange that your father, who couldn't even read the letters, would bother to receive the "book” as a form of appearance!

That book must be a petty birthday celebration from God to me with no promises, no fate, no correction, or any of that kind of utilitarian power on my side!

I will definitely take that book back and try to decipher it!! Thank God!!

I was born this way, and it really struck my brother so seriously that I never gave it all I could.

My whole cell is screaming to drag your brother down already. But to take the book away.

... but sad, I am a seven-month-old infant.

I was too weak to deal with a healthy boy of a five-year-old.

"You persevere!

With that said, your brother pushed me forcefully around his waist.

Being still a heavy, unbalanced infant, I lose my support and flip back.

Plus, I hit my back on the foot of the desk that was behind me, and at that point, I hit my head with gothin 'too.

"Ah..."

I lay on the floor listening far away to the voice your brother leaked.

And hold the bumped head with both hands so as to dampen the brains that revolve around.

... Ouch.

Ouch Ouch Ouch Ouch!!!

My head is about to crack! It hurts so much that you're not dying! You could be bleeding. Ouch!!

Why!? Why, brother, I don't know what this means. Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!!

I don't hate your brother. I don't need you. I can tell your terrible mother. I can tell everyone!!

"Hiku... Gu... Gu..."

The pain and anger, then the grief of doing terrible things to a family I thought was on my side, and the pity easily beaten by a five-year-old, made my tears more and more overflowing.

My mental age may have been dragged by the flesh because I had spent more than six months as an infant.

All I could do was hold down my bumped head, crawl all over the floor, bite my lips off and cut out the cry.

"Ugh, yeah, yeah...!!

But that patience soon came to a limit, and I couldn't bear to cry.

I couldn't help but suppress it, even though my head knew it was rude.

"Ugh... you're so lame! I can't believe you're trying to be..."

I thought such a voice came down from overhead, and the bumpy running footsteps followed it.

As soon as your brother jumped out of the room, my mother rushed to hear me cry.

The pain and all kinds of emotions were messing up and panicking, and then I stuck to my mother's chest for a while and kept crying.

... It wasn't until about half an hour after I discovered your brother was gone from the village.