Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 11

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Chapter 11
With Rayla’s approval granted, I had advanced a grade, but I couldn’t enter that class immediately.
It was because that class happened to be out on an external activity at the moment.
So I decided to head back early today and took the opportunity to find Pierre.
‘But why is this man always at the fountain whenever he comes?’
Even as I wondered this, I enthusiastically chattered away about my dignity at the Educational Institution today.
This petty father of mine never stopped dunking me underwater or spinning me around in circles.
“What’s so exciting about it? In the end, if you can’t wield the power of water, you’ll be weeded out there.”
“Wow… Teacher, your way with words is truly exquisite.”
“Exquisite?”
“Not a curse! You know? Jade, I mean jade.”
I kept standing up and sitting down repeatedly as I spoke.
“And I wasn’t that pathetic, was I? Look. Have you ever seen a three-year-old with stamina this good, Teacher? Pretty soon I’ll be able to shatter rocks?”
“Quite remarkable indeed.”
Pierre’s eyes narrowed slightly.
It was the expression of someone observing something curious.
“Your physical abilities improve while you can’t even generate water.”
Right? That was a mystery to me as well.
With each passing day, I could feel my body growing stronger, yet creating water—the most fundamental ability—remained difficult.
Why was that?
“Don’t worry, Teacher. I won’t go around getting beaten up.”
“I suppose.”
“Huh?”
Pierre seemed to have muttered something, but I couldn’t hear it.
Pierre simply rose from his seat.
“Follow me.”
“Huh? Where to?”
“I have something for you to do.”
Something to do? I tilted my head in confusion.
This was the first time we’d do anything other than training since we started meeting.
‘Whoa, could this be it? A dramatic bonding moment between father and daughter?’
The fourth episode of my parenting fantasy!
Could I finally witness a family that calls him “papa”…!
Or so I thought.
But I was met with a situation that fell far short of my expectations.
“Um, Teacher… What is this?”
Before my eyes lay a room in complete disarray.
‘I never thought I’d actually be allowed in here……’
When Pierre told me to follow, I thought we were heading to some fancy training ground.
I wondered if he was finally going to conduct more serious training with his disciple.
Surprisingly, the place I arrived at was Pierre’s Residence.
The buildings located in the West were generally dilapidated, but only Pierre’s residence gleamed as if it were brand new.
‘It looked like the only intact house standing alone amidst ruins that were crumbling away.’
Though he lived quietly, this was the residence of someone as powerful as the patriarch of the current Orca Family.
‘The Orca Family Matriarch always gave proper compensation to those who possessed strength.’
Perhaps she thought even this wasn’t enough and hoped he would find it cramped and return to the main residence, but that would never happen.
Orca beastkin were generally stubborn.
Many of them wouldn’t budge even if it killed them, and the Orca Family Matriarch and my Father were no different.
Anyway, it was fine that I ended up entering my Father’s residence, but….
‘Why did I have to see such a sight?’
That’s right. Pierre didn’t just bring me to his residence; he headed toward the finest room.
The finest room was naturally his own bedroom.
Remarkably, this bedroom was… an absolute disaster.
It was such a mess that I wondered why anyone would live like this!
‘…I’m pretty sure one of my subordinates in my previous life said Pierre liked things clean?’
I examined the room with an expression of disbelief before looking at Pierre once.
“Teacher, is this perhaps a pigsty?”
“How unpleasant. Comparing me to a land animal.”
Ah, so you’re also a land animal hater? Suddenly I felt a strange kinship.
I apologized obediently.
“Sorry, sorry. I was just so shocked… Anyway, what’s with this messy room? I thought the doctor fish would eat it as garbage and clean it up.”
Pierre didn’t get angry at my blunt assessment.
He simply said one thing.
“Your place to clean.”
“Ah, cleaning… What? What do you mean?”
“I said it’s your place to clean.”
What is this man saying right now?
He’s telling me to clean this filthy room?
I looked at the items scattered throughout the room, then lifted my head again.
‘Now that I look closely… only his sleeping bed is perfectly clean?’
That was it.
The area around the bed where Pierre slept and woke was strangely immaculate.
Everything else was such a mess it made me wonder why he left it like this!
“Originally, the power of water flows from a calm and composed mind.”
In other words, do some cleaning and cultivate your spirit through it.
What nonsense is this man spouting!
‘He still doesn’t realize I’m three years old. Meditation for a three-year-old—does that even make sense?’
Setting aside my age….
“Don’t lie. You said the power of water becomes strongest when you want to hit someone.”
“You know well?”
“That’s right, I’m clever, so surely that’s not all? The power of water is also connected to an Orca’s emotional state, after all.”
“….”
Upon hearing my words, Pierre grasped his own chin and tilted his head slowly.
That expression… Whenever he makes that face, my training always increases, doesn’t it?
While I remained vigilant, Father’s lips parted gradually.
“You sometimes speak of that power as though you understand it quite well. As if you’ve used it before.”
“….”
“Though that couldn’t possibly be the case.”
Oh, but it could.
In my previous life, I was the supreme ruler of all aquatic creatures, after all.
Since I couldn’t say such a thing, I turned my gaze away innocently for the first time in a while.
The stronger the power, the keener the senses.
To divert Pierre’s attention, I reached toward the scattered objects on the floor.
“So you’re saying I have to organize all this?”
“Neatly.”
“…Cleanly?”
“Of course.”
“Teacher, I didn’t want to say this, but is there one person who makes the mess and another who cleans it up?”
“There is.”
At such a confident answer, I quietly lowered my hand.
I had caught sight of Father’s gaze—the one that promised I would taste the power of water if I said one more word.
‘That orca must have genuinely forgotten that I’m three years old. He absolutely must have!’
I grumbled and approached the nearest object, lifting it.
Just as I was wondering where to put it.
“Use the power of water when organizing.”
“Huh?”
“You’ve surely noticed yourself that you unconsciously distribute the power of water among your strength, stamina, and agility.”
That much is true.
Leaving scratches on boulders and possessing stamina that doesn’t tire even after ten laps—there’s no other explanation besides using the power of water.
But I still cannot generate water itself.
“The objects here are mixed with things your raw strength alone cannot handle.”
“Right. Teacher, I really didn’t think you were dirty… I mean, I didn’t. I thought people can make messes too.”
Feeling the familiar pressure, I hastily changed my words.
“If awakening is not far off, the only way to induce it is to continuously use your power. Let’s try this method instead of simple running.”
Pierre explained that moving objects and placing them in their proper spots actually engages multiple senses more than one might think. As I listened to his explanation, a question arose.
“Teacher, that sounds exactly like….”
You deliberately made this room messy just to train me.
I quickly shook my head.
‘That couldn’t possibly be true.’
Because after finishing his instructions, Pierre went to the bed as if he’d been waiting, sat down languidly, and gazed out the window.
As if nothing I did mattered to him.
As if he held no interest in me whatsoever.
It was a familiar occurrence.
Even at the clearing where the Fountain stood, Pierre had made me spin in circles before adopting that very posture.
Watching him quietly, he appeared like someone who harbored no attachment to anything in this world.
As though he might vanish at any moment.
‘Do all sickly, ailing people carry themselves this way?’
I was living my fourth life now, yet I had only died from illness once.
Since that death came from a sudden tetanus infection, I could not truly comprehend the mindset of Pierre, who had endured prolonged sickness and suffering.
“Teacher, where should I dispose of the trash?”
“Over there.”
Pierre pointed somewhere without looking at me.
As I continued organizing, I discovered an object that seemed out of place in this room.
It was a pristine white lace handkerchief.
Given the cherry blossom-colored lace adorning its edge, it did not appear to belong to Pierre.
It stood out distinctly among the other items surrounding it.
‘Where should I put this?’
I tilted my head in confusion, holding the handkerchief.
Pierre proved to be a more capable teacher than appearances suggested.
He disliked unnecessary chatter during training and mercilessly extended the spinning sessions.
I had no desire to disturb that handsome father lost in contemplation—or perhaps merely spacing out—if I could help it.
“Teacher, where should I put this?”

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