Chapter 286 The Typical Chuunibyou
Watching the interaction with Gaia, Maestoso and Grazioso couldn't help but give advice to their younger brother, Marcato.
"Hey, Marcato. The reason why civilization and culture don't grow in your world is that you interfere too much. When people start to think it's normal to receive everything from the gods, they stop trying to create things on their own."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"For example, magic is one of the powers of the gods, right? Normally, people have to work really hard just to start a fire. But to stay warm or have a hot meal, people develop the skills to make fire and keep it going, and they invent tools to help with that. In the process, they think about 'why does fire burn?' That's how civilization rises. But in a world where you can easily create fire just by imagining it with magic, those skills and knowledge won't develop. My world has magic too, but I intentionally keep its power low, and you have to put in a lot of effort to use it."
Gaia, sitting heavily in a chair and starting on her second cup of divine sake, spoke to the 3 pillars with a hearty laugh.
"The soul is basically very lazy and tends to go for the easy way out. But strangely, to avoid doing those troublesome things, it tries hard to develop new skills. Isn't it a contradiction and kind of funny?"
"Isn't that just because Gaia's soul is basically a slacker?"
Grazioso replied, somewhat exasperated.
"You're such a lazy person! That's why souls come together to live easily, create skills, and build civilization. And to enjoy life or express their sorrows, they create culture. Marcato, civilization and culture are born naturally from the activities of contradictory souls, constantly changing. Even gods can't control it, and even if they force their powers, things won't go as they wish."
However, Sara, who should have been involved in these divine matters, wasn't very interested.
"Mrs. Gaia, if the gods' discussion continues, I would like to excuse myself."
"Oh, I'm sorry for leaving you behind."
"That's fine, but as you said, thanks to the clever Ser Marcato, I've been deeply involved in this world. I don't feel like going back to the cycle of that other world right away, and for now, I want to stay in this world."
"Well, that makes sense."
"After all, Sara loves my world, doesn't she?!"
Marcato beamed with joy and moved closer to Sara.
However, Marcato's words rubbed Sara the wrong way. Sara raised her right hand toward the approaching Marcato, activated wind magic, and cleanly cut off the top of Marcato's head. At first glance, it looked like a samurai's hairstyle. Surprised by the strange sensation, Marcato patted the top of his head with his palm, then hurriedly summoned a mirror in front of him to take a look.
"What the, whaaaat!? Hey, what are you doing?!"
"You're noisy."
To silence the noisy Marcato, Sara flicked a one-dollar coin she took from the space storage, hitting Marcato right on the forehead.
"Hey, I'm technically a god too. Can't you show me a little more respect!?"
"You're not even my creator, so I have no reason to respect you."
"That's harsh!"
""""Not harsh!""""
The 3 pillars and Sara said the same line at the same time.
"Wait, do we say 'Happy Ice Cream' here?"
"Jinx! You owe me a soda, right?"
Grazioso and Maestoso were having a serious discussion.
"Well, both are wordplays from Earth, so that's correct. There are various variations depending on the region. I mean, I thought this during Ser Marcato's time too, but I really doubt you're a god from another world."
"You all come to my world way too casually. Well, fine. Let's talk while eating dessert."
'Wait, is that other world a tourist spot now?'
As Gaia waved her hand, 4 ice creams appeared on the table. The choice of dessert was probably a joke too. Of course, there was none for the fallen warrior Marcato, who was being made to sit properly by Gaia.
"Now, Sara. You want to stay here, right?"
"Well, I do have family. But I'm also worried about Sarasa's family."
"They were very sad about your death. But it's been nearly ten years, so they should have moved on by now."
"That's good to hear."
"What about your boyfriend?"
"Uh, I didn't have a boyfriend when I died, right?"
Gaia smiled wryly.
"Thanks to you casually saying, 'Let's go on a date when you come back,' there's a guy who's been hung up on it for 10 years."
"Huh, did I really say that?"
"It's Tanaka, the junior. He still keeps the light novel he borrowed from you and looks at it every day."
"Oh, he's the one from the system development department, right? But he's 8 years younger than me. I think I just said I'd treat him to dinner as an apology for making him work long hours. I only joked about a date."
Grazioso, sitting next to her, giggled and poked Sara.
"So, Sarasa, you're a femme fatale?"
But Maestoso, with a serious face, warned Sara.
"Well, in a senior-junior relationship, saying things like that could be considered s*xual harassment or power harassment, you know?"
Marcato chimed in as if to deliver the final blow.
"Did you toy with that innocent junior?"
"Ah, I might get sued. I need to be careful! Oh wait, I'm already dead!"
Facing the 3 suspicious figures who seemed like gods from another world, Sara buried her face in her hands.
"Don't tease Sara like that! Well, Tanaka now is as much of a workaholic as Sarasa. He still hangs on to you, but eventually, things will work out."
"Will he ever get married, I wonder?"
"He's over 30 and still has no experience dating women. Well, marriage isn't the only form of happiness."
"Huh, won't that make him a magician?"
"Who started that nonsense? Such reasoning doesn't exist in my world."
"Oh, is that so?"
Unfortunately, it seems that in Sarasa's world, it's not easy to become a magician.
"By the way, Ser Marcato, knowing it's going to be tough, why do you let me reincarnate with my memories intact?"
"Well, it's my consideration. If you have your past memories, your chances of survival go up."
"Hey, Mar. Don't lie so boldly in front of the gods."
"It seems Marcato has no concept of regret. In Japan, even monkeys would feel regret, yet here you are, pitiful."
Maestoso took an exasperated stance, and Grazioso sighed deeply.
"I'm not backing down, I'm not flattering, and I don't reflect on myself!"
"What kind of holy emperor are you? Are you really gods from another world? Well, putting that aside, you just wanted to stimulate this world with my knowledge cheat, right, Ser Marcato?"
"Because you reincarnators do a lot of interesting things."
"Why are there so many Japanese people?"
"Completely my hobby."
"Then wouldn't it be better to wish for young kids who want to reincarnate instead of me? I think those kids wouldn't put as much strain on their souls."
"Hmm... those kids don't usually live long."
"Well, I kind of understand the reason."
"But you know, I do take care to make sure you don't remember right away after reincarnation. I know the body that becomes the vessel for the soul can't handle it well. Originally, you were supposed to remember your past life after growing up a bit more."
"I see, so that's how it is."
"When people face a crisis, they desperately try to recall past memories to overcome the situation. And when it's really bad, they even try to dig into unprocessed memories."
"Is it because I almost drowned and was about to die?"
"Exactly. Rihito remembered his past life in a similar way."
'Hmm. I'm starting to understand a bit.'
"Well then, right now you're in danger again."
"Why is that?"
"Because you realized your own mistake?"
Then Gaia raised her hand into the air and dropped a small lightning bolt on Marcato.
"It's only natural to use power once you have it. This situation happened because you gave authority without thinking ahead, Mar."
"Well, I admit I lacked restraint, Ser Marcato. Is it because I'm inexperienced that I want to use a cheat if I have one?"
"But Sara, as I said earlier, souls are basically lazy. They can't resist the convenience and ease. That's what drives civilization to develop."
"I see, Mrs. Gaia."
"Especially the souls I create are quite lazy and pleasure-seeking. That's why there is literature and art, and various forms of entertainment. They love fun things. That's why the souls I create are flexible and strong."
"It's difficult, but I feel like I kind of understand."
"If you were in my world, I might have told you to 'enjoy your short life.' But because of Marcato, you will have to live a long time as a human from now on. Well, after living as long as you can, you can come back."
"Yes, Mrs. Gaia."
When Gaia pointed at Sara's chest, a rainbow-colored sphere slipped out again.
"Sara, you seem quite exhausted, being dragged down by your body."
Gaia blew a gentle breath onto Sara's soul. Then the rainbow-colored sphere began to shine brighter and grew a bit larger.
"So, just ignore the fight between your grandfather and uncle. You don't have to force yourself to listen to Rihito's lecture. Well, it might be good to listen a little, but anyway, there's no need to waste your brain on problems that have no answers. Whether they are blood relatives, friends, or fellow beings, those who are not yourself are just others. You can only live the way you want. So, it doesn't matter if Marcato's world falls apart. It's just a foolish mistake by a god."
"Gaia, if Sara really goes wild, it won't just be my world that suffers; other worlds will be affected too."
"That's your fault. All souls are created from being separated from the god. Therefore, think a little more carefully about the fact that you can even wield divine power."
Then, Gaia returned the soul to Sara's body and smiled gently.
"It would be better for you to organize your last memories yourself. From now on, you will remember everything, but you should prioritize and let the things you want to forget sink into the Fountain of Oblivion. There will be memories you don't want to remember, but since everything is part of Sarasa and shapes Sara, don't forget to keep them in your heart."
"Yes."
"And I added a little piece of myself to your soul. If you ever want to return to this cycle, just call for me."
"Thank you, Mrs. Gaia."
Sara stood up and deeply bowed to Gaia. It wasn't the courtesy that was ingrained in her body, but a bow like when she was Sarasa.
"Mrs. Grazioso, Mrs. Maestoso, I'm sorry for causing trouble even in your world. I think I'm okay now. I feel a bit clearer."
"That's good to hear."
"Don't worry about us. More importantly, do your best in our foolish brother's world. Well, it would help if you let me know when you're about to break things."
Saying that, Maestoso sent a small light into Sara's body.
"That's a piece of me. Call for me if you need help. It's close to Mar's world, and it's not as busy as Gaia's, so feel free to call me now and then."
"Ah, it's unfair that only Maes gets to do that."
Grazioso also sent a piece to Sara.
"Calling upon the gods feels very daunting, though..."
"Is that so? When we manifest in times of need, most people are usually surprised."
"It feels like Deus Ex Machina, doesn't it? Summoning gods to solve everything is too easy, isn't it?"
"Since you think that way, that's probably why we are giving you pieces."
Sara smiled and thanked both Grazioso and Maestoso. Then Marcato, who had been sitting properly, spoke up.
"Hey, Sara. Are you still mad at me?"
"It's strange to think you could be forgiven, but since I've decided to stay in this world, maybe we should improve our relationship."
"Yeah, if possible, make this world more exciting!"
In the next moment, Gaia struck Marcato with lightning. It was more powerful than before.
"You really don't learn, do you, Mar?"
"Yeah, Ser Marcato, you're totally being selfish. What do you mean the survival rate will go up? You only called Rihito because he's a researcher, right?"
"Hahaha, Sara is sharp!"
"Then why was I chosen?"
"I wanted you to be someone who spreads music. In the past, I've reincarnated composers, performers, and instrument makers, but music hasn't really progressed much."
"Even that world has changed little by little."
"Well, it's been like 500 years without any new music being created. I really love music, you know."
"Then why not choose someone from a music college? Why reincarnate a guy in her 30s working at a trading company? Someone with talent would be better, right?"
"If they have some knowledge and skills, I can help with the rest. I just happened to visit, and your soul left your body. I thought it was a good opportunity. If I keep going back and forth from my world, it could get messy, right?"
'Wait, so it was like an accident?'
Sara, genuinely angry, shaved Marcato's head, leaving stripes like a watermelon. Grazioso approached and quietly handed Sara something that looked like a permanent marker. Maestoso was holding her brother in a headlock, while Gaia was grinning and watching.
"You can go all out."
"I'm holding him down so he won't struggle, so don't worry."
"If possible, write 'fool' on him."
Sara drew on Marcato's face as much as she wanted, scribbling 'fool' on the forehead.
"Oh, Marcato, the ink from that pen is my magic, so it won't come off for about 100 years."
"Wait, seriously?!"
"Well, you probably won't meet any new reincarnators, so just stay quiet for a while."
"Also... I think I'll seal Marcato's transformation ability."
"Wait, stoppp!"
With a loud boom, Gaia struck Marcato with a massive lightning bolt. Marcato's eyes rolled back, and eventually fell over on their back, becoming quiet.
"Uh, they're not dead, right?"
"Don't worry. Gods don't die that easily. By the way, it's almost time for Sara to wake up. It's been nearly a week over there, so I'm more worried about your body than Marcato's."
"Really? That much?"
"Well, William looks like he's about to die more than Sara does."
"Even if you say that, Grandfather is just a doting grandparent."
Grazioso smiled gently, while Maestoso looked in with concern.
"Are your memories okay?"
"Yeah, strangely, I've managed to come to terms with everything inside me. My head feels clearer than before I collapsed. I might have grown up a bit emotionally, but I don't know if I can keep this state when I return to my original body."
"I see. Then I'll take care of that part for you."
"Thank you, Mrs. Maestoso."
Finally, Gaia spoke to Sara.
"Sara, I think we won't be able to meet for a while, but is there anything you want to ask us?"
"Hmm. I don't really have anything I want to ask since things will turn out as they will... Oh!"
"What is it?"
"I want the power to fly and the power of teleportation!"
The 3 of them looked at each other and started laughing.
"To ask for such powers while understanding the downsides is impressive."
"That's quite the typical chuunibyou attitude."
"Goodness... I wonder why the souls I create turn out like this."
Gaia sighed, placing a finger on his forehead.
"If you want to fly, it's good to use gravity magic with no attributes. For propulsion, wind magic should work well. You can probably imagine that. It's something lost in this era, but it seems the royal families of ancient civilizations used it. Well, it's a bit of a runaway of my souls, though. As for teleportation, if you want to avoid 'being inside a stone,' it's better to use spatial storage. That just applies spatial magic to storage. You just need to imagine the entrance and exit and pass through the space you create."
"Oh, I see. That makes sense."
"In the end, it all comes down to whether you can imagine it or not. You all, who are separated from us, originally have the same power as the gods. Now, shall we wrap this up? Sara, it was fun."
"Thank you for taking care of me."
As Sara gave a small bow in the Japanese style, the surrounding scenery began to crumble, and just like that, Sara let go of her consciousness.
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