Chapter 4. A Brother?
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Looking at her shyly agreeing to his demands, Kiyoshi felt that he had indeed been reincarnated into a good place.
All that torture training was worth it!
But still…
He looked at the beautiful, petite girl in his arms, completely submissive. This scene… doesn't it look a bit illegal?
After all, Suma is just six years old. She barely resembles the future "her."
"No! Wait! I am not targeting her! I am targeting the future her!"
That's right!
He, Uzui Kiyoshi, is not a l*licon—he is a feminist!
Anyway, what he is doing is simply nothing but cultivation, cultivation, and cultivation!
Kiyoshi decided not to think too much about the moral implications in this place. The legal age for consent is thirteen anyway.
Just seven more years, that's it! After that, he will become a well-qualified individual who follows the law and order of the nation!
Putting all that aside, he should concentrate on the present.
"Well, Suma, don't you all have training now?"
"Oh! That's right. I have to go now! Or else they will scold me! What should I do?"
As always, Suma started to overreact and became flustered, even tears coming out of her eyes.
Kiyoshi just looked at her and smiled. It seemed not everyone was like his brothers, acting all cold and cool.
At least some still acted like children.
"Thank you again, Suma."
"Huh? Why?"
Looking at her confused face, Kiyoshi just grinned and gave her head a light chop.
"It's nothing, idiot! Just go or else you'll get scolded!"
"Y-Yes!"
She quickly stood up and took the empty bento box and everything she had brought to meet Kiyoshi.
"Kiyoshi-sama, please come again tomorrow!"
She shouted, turned without waiting for a response, and ran with all her might, praying not to be late and get scolded for her tardiness.
"She didn't even wait for my response. Well, there is no way I won't come tomorrow. Moreover… I need to search for the other two."
After all, he couldn't let the other two, Hinatsuru and Makio, disturb his brother Tengen.
…
"To think she called me after such a long time only to make me wait?"
Kiyoshi finally came back home—the house allotted to him and his mother. Not that he was that interested, but he had received a call from his mother.
His mother…
She wasn't that different from the others in this village. The same mindset as everyone else. Not that he was complaining.
After all, because of that, he didn't have many issues adjusting to this world after his rebirth.
The hardest part for any reincarnator is adjusting to the world, and that means adjusting to the new relationships in the new world.
More so for him, since he came to this place not too long ago. The original owner died a dog's death, and he replaced him.
A new father? A new mother? A new brother? A new sister?
All that makes it quite tough for a person with memories of a previous life.
That's why it's a common template to have reincarnated as an orphan.
Unfortunately, Kiyoshi wasn't given that template. But… fortunately, his template wasn't that different from the common one.
He had a father, mother, and brothers—but not normal ones.
If his mother had showered him with love like any ordinary mother, it would have been hard for him to take it in.
But she looked at him just like his father, the Patriarch, did.
Just a tool.
"But why did she call me out of nowhere?"
And she was making him wait. He was sitting in the living room, bored, counting seconds.
Slide!
The door opened, and the one he was waiting for appeared. Kiyoshi looked at his mother as she turned her indifferent eyes toward him.
Even if she was an unqualified mother, Kiyoshi had to admit—she was a qualified woman. Beautiful face, big chest, curvy waist…
No wonder she was one of the Patriarch's wives.
"So, why did you call me here?"
Her indifferent eyes might unsettle any normal person—but sorry, who was he?
He was Uzui Kiyoshi, the reincarnator.
Kiyoshi didn't hold many emotions toward her as his mother. He might have, if she acted like one. But her indifference, combined with his memories of his previous life, made it all vanish.
She treats me as a tool and I worship her as a mother?
Sorry, but no! It doesn't work that way!
His mother also didn't take his questioning seriously. She was truly indifferent—born and raised only to be a kunoichi, now working as a wife of the Patriarch and fulfilling her duties.
She looked at him and then gestured behind her. Kiyoshi then noticed a small figure hidden by her frame.
The figure stepped out. A boy, probably younger than him, clad in ninja clothes like him.
"He is your brother. From now on, according to the Patriarch's orders, he will attend the training as well. Take him."
And without any further explanation, she closed the door and left.
Brother? A brother?!
Kiyoshi just stared at his newfound brother who had popped out of nowhere. Weren't all his brothers already training out there?
Still, how many brothers did he even have? Wasn't it seven or eight?
Anyway, he didn't remember the exact number of brothers Tengen had. All he remembered was that two survived. And looking at him…
Kiyoshi looked at the boy—frail, trembling, and staring at him with big, pure eyes.
His younger brother was definitely not one of the survivors.
Still, what did that have to do with him?
He didn't have the time or interest to play the role of an older brother. His goal was to escape this hellhole.
It was better to avoid unnecessary relationships as much as possible.
Kiyoshi stood up and faced his new brother. His sudden movement startled the boy, who took a few steps back.
He is really too timid.
"You can find the training ground yourself. I'm leaving now."
Without much pleasantry, Kiyoshi finished his words and left. With a new brother in the house, he couldn't stay there, so he decided to return to the infirmary and sleep there.
"Suma's lunch really filled me up. Now all I need is a nap and—huh?!"
He turned his head and saw the figure—his younger brother—actually following him with trembling steps.
Didn't I tell him to look for the training ground himself? Why is he following me?
"Hey, you. Didn't I—"
Before he could say more, he saw the kid's eyes—moist, almost tearing up. Kiyoshi could see it clearly… fear.
This kid was afraid and could only follow someone familiar. So he followed him.
"..."
Sigh.
"What a pain! You! What is your name?"
The younger brother tremblingly looked at him, and after a moment, slowly spoke, uttering his name.
"R-Ren."
"Then, Ren. Follow me."
It seems I am still too kind.
Kiyoshi just shook his head and let the kid—Ren—follow him.