Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 8

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Chapter 8
“Live once, so what if we die?”
Calypso did not realize.
“Sir, people die no matter what anyway.”
That her eyes gleamed with madness as she spoke such words.
Remarkably, this succeeded in capturing Pierre’s interest.
Even accounting for being a direct descendant of the orca beastkin, the strongest aquatic beastkin, she possessed an appearance of considerable caliber.
Yet despite wearing the visage of the world’s most adorable child, her eyes were no different from those of warriors who did not fear death.
‘How is this child being raised to become so twisted?’
Pierre himself was hardly one to judge, being equally twisted.
However, humans capable of perfect self-objectivity are rare indeed.
“I fail to see what connection exists between an Elementary Education Institution and learning the power of water.”
“What do you mean there isn’t? Sir, if you want to be the best, you obviously need that power. Are you stupid?”
“….”
“Hmm, you might not understand. So don’t glare.”
Calypso quickly rolled her eyes.
For just a moment, she felt the pressure exerted by the power of water.
“And if I don’t become the best, Father will be disappointed.”
Pierre grew curious.
Why did she speak such obvious lies while knowing he was her father?
I harbor not the slightest interest in you.
“Help me. Sir. Okay? Father loves me so much, so he must want me to become a strong and best orca beastkin.”
“….”
“My Father is… Ugh!”
He became curious how this contradictory, nonsensical statement would end.
As his subordinate had reported to Calypso, Pierre harbored no aversion to teaching someone.
Only, the condition existed that the subject must rarely capture his interest.
Calypso’s eyes widened.
‘Water!’
Water was rippling around her.
Pierre was lifting her with the power of water!
“One who leaves your wounds untreated while sparing those who inflicted them.”
“…Huh?”
“Do you truly believe one who wishes for your strength yet offers no help whatsoever truly loves you?”
“….”
The child’s deep blue eyes fixed upon Pierre.
Soon the child smiled beautifully.
“Then. Father loves me so very much. To me, Father is the greatest.”
Pierre grew curious.
How this lie would unfold.
“You can decide on the time yourself. But I’m telling you now—I won’t take your age into consideration. Whether you’re younger or older wouldn’t have made a difference.”
“…!”
“Come here at the same time every day.”
“…!!”
For the first time, a genuine smile crossed Calypso’s face.
“Alright then, what should I call you? Sir? Master?”
“Whatever you like.”
“Then Master it is!”
Calypso floated lightly as she eagerly opened her bag.
Her small hands fumbled around inside, pulling something out.
“Oh!”
What slipped from Calypso’s grasp and drifted into the air was none other than candy.
Plankton-flavored candy, at that.
“This stuff is really delicious, and I’ve been hiding it. It’s precious to me, but I’ll give it to you.”
Calypso spoke excitedly, noticing that Pierre’s eyes hadn’t left her.
“It’s a bribe, Master!”
Calypso confidently believed this would become a decision she’d never regret.
* * *
‘…I regret this!’
Five days later, Calypso was deeply regretting her decision.
Very deeply!
‘What a disaster. I never thought he’d be this unreasonable…!’
To be precise, Pierre had kept his word.
He truly began teaching Calypso the power of water.
The problem was that his method of teaching that power was anything but ordinary.
‘Clearly, this man definitely doesn’t have my age registered in his brain.’
In her previous life, Calypso had awakened the power of water with the help of a treasure.
However, awakening the power of water wasn’t the end—she needed to learn how to control it.
Fortunately, after awakening, Calypso had met a certain eccentric who taught her how to wield the power.
According to what she heard from this eccentric, even orca beastkin who couldn’t awaken the power of water could increase their chances of awakening if continuously exposed to it.
While it was purely theoretical, considering this eccentric was an orca beastkin who had left his clan several generations ago, it wasn’t likely to be wrong.
The problem was that Calypso only knew of this method in theory and had never experienced it, while Pierre was now applying it in practice.
“First, expose her to the power of water.”
“Huh?”
“Dive.”
“Um…?”
“Dive.”
Pierre suddenly filled the Broken Fountain with water.
Since it was water filled with the power of water, it was essentially special water, and she was simply made to dive into it raw. And even….
“People often awaken under the threat of death.”
“Huh?”
“Hold your breath underwater until you’re about to drown.”
“Um…?”
Pierre was an orca beastkin too, so I’d assumed he wouldn’t be entirely ordinary, but…
He was a man who kept his word with absolute precision.
“Or would you prefer exposure to pressure like last time? There are plenty of options.”
“…What other options are there?”
After hearing all the choices, Calypso…
…simply chose to hold her breath underwater that very day.
This was Calypso’s first trial over the past five days.
Beyond that, Calypso had to accomplish one more thing.
“There are several ways to apply the power of water. First, fear—using it to threaten weaker kin or prey.”
“Is that what you use when you’re always scolding me, Master?”
“…”
“You don’t have to teach me through physical punishment.”
“You seem like the type who learns through experience.”
“…”
Surprisingly, Pierre had decent qualities as a teacher.
“Second, materializing water itself—like filling that fountain over there. Lifting people into the air with water jets falls under this category too. Third, allowing aquatic creatures to use their power in water as they would naturally. It’s a kind of auxiliary ability, like a buff.”
At least in theory, that is.
“And fourth. Strengthening your body with the power of water.”
“Got it!”
“Then run.”
“…What?”
“Run.”
“…”
Pierre cleared the area around the fountain with his power, creating an open space.
Then he made Calypso run. Apparently, having her use her physical abilities in a place scattered with the power of water increased the probability of awakening.
He apparently gave no consideration whatsoever to the fact that Calypso was barely under thirty months old.
Calypso didn’t know it, but this had a cause rooted in herself as well.
Since what dwelled inside her was a fourth-cycle returner who’d experienced everything under the sun, Calypso endured it with an extremely childish mindset of “fine, if you say so, I’ll do it.”
It was truly the fantastic result of a father who didn’t understand children and a regressor daughter who’d forgotten what it meant to be one.
‘Ugh… muscle soreness.’
As a result, Calypso experienced muscle soreness from age three—something that had never been in her fate.
“…Are you perhaps an amoeba?”
“What?”
“No, even an amoeba would respond to this level of stimulation. Your talent for awakening the power of water is below even an amoeba’s level.”
“Master, just because you hurt me with words doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. Understand?”
The results were minimal since it had only been five days.
Yet in those five days alone, Pierre looked at her with eyes that said, ‘How can there be an orca beastkin with such a lack of talent…’
Pierre had determined from the start that the probability of Calypso awakening was not zero.
‘Thank goodness. If it were truly hopeless, he would have told me. Just like in the previous cycles….’
Exceptional orcas like Pierre and the head of the household could discern whether a child before them would fail to awaken the power of water.
This alone was truly fortunate.
It meant I hadn’t gained absolutely nothing.
‘Very faintly, but I felt something moving inside my body.’
After running again and again, I realized that I could run better than an ordinary three-year-old orca.
I hypothesized that perhaps I was unconsciously channeling the power of water into my stamina.
If it could be applied to stamina, couldn’t it also work for strength?
So I tried striking a pebble just in case….
‘My hand hurt, but there was a result, right?’
Surprisingly, there was a very small change.
Of course, compared to my older brothers who were renowned as geniuses, it was still far too insufficient, and it was ambiguous to even call it an awakening.
One could only say they had ‘awakened’ once they could materialize water itself.
‘Bravo, fourth cycle! This life, I’m on the verge of becoming overpowered!’
Yes, good. It really is good, but….
‘What if I die from overwork first?’
The plan was certainly to survive well until around age ten with Pierre as my guardian in this life, and then be sold off as the Dragon’s Bride to negotiate with the dragon and return home.
“Are you ready, Miss?”
When I lifted my head, there was the familiar figure of a retainer.
He was the very retainer who had taken me to the head of the household.
Unlike the day he had roughly taken me away, he now bowed with utmost courtesy.
“I shall guide you to the Elementary Education Institution.”

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