Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 31

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Chapter 31
“What? A small stone? Don’t you have any pride?”
“No, I don’t.”
….
After a week of training, Agenor had to admit it.
He could now endure Pierre’s training.
But that was only possible because he was well over eight years old.
He didn’t have Calypso’s talent, grit, mental fortitude, or especially her endurance.
In truth, this Third Brother’s greatest strength was his ability to acknowledge and accept his limitations.
“I will grow stronger within my limits, Teacher.”
Calling Father “Teacher”? I could do that.
If I do it, what’s the problem? He’s training me anyway.
“You understand your place well.”
“I’ve survived this long with this kind of awareness.”
Besides, Pierre didn’t seem to view Agenor’s submissive acceptance negatively.
After all, forcing himself to try something he couldn’t do would only breed inferiority complexes and become a nuisance for Pierre.
“Huff, huff. It’s over, right…?”
“Yes. Switch.”
Sensing Calypso approaching, Agenor dashed toward the Fountain.
A neatly folded towel lay on top of the Fountain, and ice water floated inside it.
Agenor gracefully grabbed the towel.
At the same moment, the water current the Young Boy created lifted the ice water into the air from inside the Fountain.
Agenor’s feet carried him to a spot right in front of Calypso, who was stumbling toward him.
“Sister, you worked hard!”
At the change in his voice, Calypso’s eyes widened in surprise despite her exhaustion.
‘What’s wrong with him? Has he lost his mind?’
Until just moments ago, he’d looked completely vacant.
Calypso had figured it was because Pierre had been pushing him hard. But now? Those blue eyes held a starlight she hadn’t seen before.
‘…What is this? Madness?’
Those blue eyes even seemed to gleam with obsession, not just madness.
Calypso felt cold sweat breaking out on top of the warm sweat already drenching her.
She had seen these eyes before.
“You won. Step over me.”
Yes, when she had trampled Agenor so thoroughly he could no longer fight back.
It was from their final battle. After that day, Agenor cleanly acknowledged her as his leader and followed her until death.
…Those were the eyes from that time.
‘No, why?’
Calypso was uncharacteristically flustered. Why?
She hadn’t trampled Agenor like she did back then, and they hadn’t had a proper fight since the beginning.
If anything, perhaps because he was younger, she even flinched and stepped back from a gaze that was even more intense than before.
Unaware of this, Agenor eagerly offered her a towel and ice water.
‘A well-behaved orca, is she?’
Wasn’t that an achievement only obtainable through beating her into submission?
In any case, Calypso accepted the towel and ice water.
She needed them, after all.
“That’s amazing. Truly amazing!”
“Huh? Wh-what?”
“I can’t believe how amazing this is!”
Yet even after receiving these items, as Agenor kept approaching, her legs instinctively retreated backward.
No, it wasn’t that she lacked confidence in winning—it was burdensome in a different sense.
It felt like watching a con artist in front of an unbeatable station.
“Stop.”
Surprisingly, Pierre gently held him back. Without that intervention, Calypso thought she might have ended up falling flat on her rear.
Though Pierre had restrained him, Agenor’s momentum remained unbroken.
Instead, he obediently stopped in place at Pierre’s intervention, simply gazing at his younger sister with bright, sparkling eyes.
“Sister, you’re truly amazing.”
Was it really Third Brother, or had someone placed a recording device here?
Why did he keep repeating the same words?
Then Agenor clasped both his hands together as if in prayer.
It was a familiar gesture.
‘Third Brother… whenever he had a favor to ask, he’d always take that posture, wouldn’t he?’
Only then did Calypso understand the excessive praise from before.
So he must have had something to ask after all.
“Sister, I know this is a strange thing to say, but… there’s a favor I’d like to ask. Could you hear me out?”
“What is it?”
No matter what, this was strange.
It was an incomprehensible overreaction, but her brain, dulled by training, tried to let it pass naturally.
“I really hope you’ll do this for me.”
True to form, his orca nature hadn’t changed—his tone was closer to coercion than a request.
Calypso finally relaxed and laughed.
“Just tell me first. Let me hear it.”
“Yeah. Actually, I’ve become fascinated by your training.”
“What?”
“You’re truly amazing.”
Having already experienced wielding tremendous power in previous rounds, Calypso tilted her head with a nod, unable to truly grasp her current achievements.
“…Um, thank you.”
That was right. Calypso couldn’t objectively judge how amazing she currently was.
Since her Teacher was in a similar situation, it had become a fact only Agenor knew.
“So here’s the thing—I have two older brothers. Ah, you probably know that already, right?”
“Yeah, I do.”
How could I not know? At Calypso’s answer, a bright smile bloomed across Agenor’s face.
Since he hadn’t bothered to hide his hair here, the unmistakable symbol of direct lineage scattered in the air.
And when Agenor, who bore a striking resemblance to Pierre, smiled, Calypso faltered for a moment.
She wondered if this was what it would feel like if Father smiled so radiantly.
“My Second Brother’s name is Atlant.”
“Yeah. I know. So?”
“Beat up Second Brother too.”
“Yeah… what?”
Calypso, who had been answering half-heartedly while lost in thought, froze mid-sentence.
What did he just say?
Here’s what you needed to know.
The three brothers beneath Pierre were certainly brothers, but they shared no familial bond whatsoever.
Instead, they either looked down on each other or viewed one another as obstacles to be crushed eventually.
“You’d certainly be capable of it.”
And Agenor held no particular affection for his immediate older brother, Atlant.
That violent, hot-blooded brother? Compared to the remarkable and magnificent talent of his younger sister, whose affection had only just begun to bloom, he was nothing but lint caught between fins.
A bright smile bloomed across Agenor’s face.
“Beat him so thoroughly he can never recover.”
I couldn’t be the only one to suffer.
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“Choo-choo! The train is departing! Choo-choo!”
“Chugga-chugga! We’re off!”
Break time.
Though Alpha Class was supposedly the finest class at the Educational Institution, break time was just as chaotic as any kindergarten.
Of course, a few of those orcas pretending to be adults sat there with affected composure.
But mostly, they were busy playing and fooling around like the Beluga Twins, Lugaru and Ruba, engrossed in their train game.
Well, they were children at an age when energy ran high.
Especially children with both size and vitality.
Among such children, I alone remained serious.
Particularly while watching the Lugaru and Ruba twins playing so harmoniously together.
‘Right, if they were ordinary siblings…’
Wouldn’t they get along like that? Well, even if Lugaru and Ruba were especially close because they were twins.
Still, they got along pretty well, didn’t they?
“Beat him so thoroughly he can never recover.”
My mind was completely filled with those words I’d heard three days ago.
That was it.
Even though three days had passed, that insane line still occupied my thoughts completely.
‘I already knew my older brothers were reckless maniacs and lunatics I couldn’t associate with.’
There was a more complicated reason for this.
‘Did I really know so little about my brothers?’
In previous cycles, my siblings and I had never experienced the tender affection or playful camaraderie typical of ordinary brothers and sisters, nor had we become doting fools over each other. Such emotions were entirely absent from our relationship.
We were perfect sovereign and subject.
Before that came an immense trial of strength, and at its end, a clean acceptance of defeat. That was the nature of our bond.
Yet even if we lacked tenderness and were not siblings from some ordinary coming-of-age tale, we possessed a certain affection in our own way. Was not the bond between sovereign and subject, between comrades-in-arms, also a form of affection?
“You must live.”
“Live….”
“It doesn’t hurt, so hurry and escape. Yes?”
Eventually, it became an affection so profound that my older brothers would sacrifice their very lives for me.
Thinking of this, I believed that even if my older brothers and I weren’t close now, there would surely be a certain affection between them that wouldn’t be so bad.
Was that my mistake?
In truth, in the previous cycle, we had reunited only after reaching adulthood, so naturally I had no contact with my older brothers at that time.
I didn’t know what had transpired between them, whether they were close to each other, or what affection existed between them.
Only that the state in which I found them upon my return didn’t seem particularly bad.
‘Right. They definitely didn’t seem to have such a terrible relationship with each other, did they?’
Let me think about this. The orcas in this place are hierarchical creatures.
Then perhaps by the time I returned in the previous cycle, their hierarchy had already become clearly established, and that’s why things were as they were?
‘If so, then it’s reasonable to assume this is the period when they were actively fighting and clashing with each other.’
If Agenor was fixated only on Atlant, the Second Brother, and left Bellus, the Eldest Brother, alone, then this might be a time when his relationship with the Second Brother was particularly strained.
‘Come to think of it, the Second Brother at this point in time would have every reason to have a poor relationship with him.’
On the other hand, I found myself troubled.
‘Can I simply dismiss this as them just not getting along, as a period of bickering?’

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