Chapter 219: I Want to Rattle Off Reincarnation Clichés Already

"Alright then! The very first Reincarnators’ Talk Party is now underway!"

"Clap, clap, clap."

Right after making that declaration, Wilm lightly clapped her hands.

…Well, technically, it wasn’t Wilm—it was Hoshino Wilm. The moment she finished speaking, her expression faded back to neutral.

Today happens to be a day off for both Wilm and me.

Wilm has entered her second senior year, and with her peak phase now behind her, her training has shifted to a lighter workload. As a result, she’s been getting more time off than before.

As for me, at the start of this year, Chairwoman Akikawa handed down an outrageous demand: "You must take more rest! However, you are to take on two new trainees!" Because of that, I delegated much of my workload to Masa and another sub-trainer who joined this year, allowing me to secure proper full days off.

So, for both of us—if only to a modest extent—we’ve ended up with more free time.

And so, with both of us off today, we decided to spend some quiet time together and chat.

…Which led to the question of where to go.

We couldn’t exactly use the trainer’s room, since Bourbon, Laurel, and the others were training there today.

On top of that, Wilm tends to get a bit too energetic when she’s with me. She can get loud—and if the media ever caught us being overly intimate, it would become a hassle.

The so-called “fame tax.” Our lives come with a fair number of restrictions.

That said, we do have the perfect solution.

Or rather—we own it.

It’s a house a short drive from Tracen, which I gave to Wilm as a birthday present last spring.

Last year, it was mostly unused due to how busy we were. But this year, for Wilm’s birthday, we renovated the interior and furnished it. What used to be nothing more than a large empty box has now become a proper home.

Naturally, it’s fully soundproofed, and we’ve already smoothed things over with the neighbors.

Here, no matter how loud we get, it’s not a problem—and we don’t have to worry about paparazzi either.

And so, seated at an antique table in the living room, Wilm and I sipped tea and nibbled on sweets as we chatted.

…Though “seated at the table” isn’t entirely accurate.

As usual, Wilm is sitting on my lap.

That, right there, is what you’d call a narrative trick.

Anyway, in the middle of our conversation, Wilm suddenly made that earlier declaration.

"So, this ‘Reincarnators’ Talk Party’… what exactly is it?"

As I asked, wrapping my arms around her from behind, Wilm raised her index finger with a confident ping.

"Everyone here is a reincarnator! So it stands to reason we’d have shared topics to talk about! And I thought it’d be fun to discover the little differences too—like, ‘Oh, so that’s how it was for you!’"

"Ah… so this came from what we were just discussing."

"Exactly!"

What we had been talking about just moments earlier was reincarnation.

Since it had been a while since we’d had the chance to properly sit down together, Wilm and I had been comparing notes on our respective situations.

And that’s when we realized—

"Uma Musume isn’t an anime!?"

"Isn’t Uma Musume a mobile game?"

"Anime? Game?"

The three of us had apparently been reincarnated from slightly different worlds.

In Wilm’s world, the Uma Musume mobile game didn’t exist.

Instead, there was an anime version of Uma Musume that I had never heard of.

As for Hoshino Wilm’s world… it’s unclear whether either the anime or the game existed. However, based on the knowledge Wilm and I retained from our past lives—especially regarding the versions of Uma Musume we were familiar with—

We arrived at a conclusion.

Hoshino Wilm is most likely a horse that didn’t exist in either of our worlds.

In the anime Wilm watched, Tokai Teio and Nice Nature appeared as contemporaries competing in the same Classic generation.

That part matches this world, suggesting it’s based on real historical lineage.

But Hoshino Wilm wasn’t there. Not even a passing mention in the Classic storyline.

And honestly, it’s hard to imagine a standout figure like her not appearing at all.

On top of that, in the mobile game I played, Tokai Teio was portrayed as an overwhelmingly gifted prodigy. If Hoshino Wilm had existed, her characterization would likely have been very different.

So, based on that—

I came from a world with the Uma Musume game, but without Hoshino Wilm.

Wilm came from a world with the Uma Musume anime, but without Hoshino Wilm.

And Hoshino Wilm came from a world where she herself existed.

That’s our current working theory.

In other words, each of us was reincarnated from a slightly different world.

And to test that theory—

"Hey, what was the title of the latest Pokémon game in your world, Ayumu?"

"Nan/Rice."

"No way that’s real! That sounds like a Splatoon Splatfest theme!!"

"No, seriously… that was it. It even became a meme online at the time."

"Then what about your world, Wilm?"

"Obviously Heaven/Hell."

"Th-that sounds so cool! I bet the legendaries were amazing… We never had anything like that."

"Huh!?"

…After comparing notes, there was no doubt about it.

The Pokémon themselves were mostly the same, but the titles were different.

In one world, Sega had won the console wars and was competing with Nintendo using the End Saturn 4.

Even outside of games, Olympic medal results differed.

Dates in history textbooks were slightly off.

Even the name of a certain country’s prime minister was just a little different.

The three of us had clearly come from worlds that were only slightly—but undeniably—out of sync with one another.

We had realized that just a few dozen minutes ago.

I found it mildly amusing.

Apparently, Wilm felt the same way.

No sooner had we finished discussing our respective worlds than she shifted the topic to reincarnators themselves.

"And so, let’s kick off the party with some classic ‘reincarnation clichés’! You know—stuff like ‘Oh, I totally get that!’ or ‘Huh, really?’"

"Any classic reincarnator experiences come to mind?"

"That’s a pretty niche topic…"

I gave a wry smile, and Hoshino Wilm—expression as blank as ever—raised her hand.

"Yes. I have one."

"Alright, Hoshino Wilm, go ahead."

"After reincarnating, my field of vision became much narrower."

"…Yeah, I can’t really relate to that."

In her past life as a horse, her field of vision was an astonishing 350 degrees out of 360.

Humans—and Uma Musume—have about 200 degrees.

So naturally, it would feel drastically reduced.

Unfortunately, neither Wilm nor I could relate, since we had both been human to begin with.

"…So what does it feel like, having your vision shrink?"

"Hmm… like everything kind of… squeezes inward? Like it warps."

As she said that, Hoshino Wilm—apparently borrowing Wilm’s body for the moment—pressed her cheeks inward with both hands, squishing them.

Sorry, that was far too cute. I stopped listening halfway through. My beloved Uma Musume is just too adorable.

"Hey—! Ah… oh! I’ve got one too!"

"Alright, Wilm, go ahead."

"The sense of distance with your new family after reincarnating—it’s awkward at first!"

"Ah… yeah."

I can see that.

In my case, though, I was incredibly fortunate with my family.

The Horino family is an old and wealthy lineage with a long history. But after major reforms generations ago, things became far more relaxed.

There are still expectations—education, etiquette, maintaining appearances—but marriage is left to personal choice, and even pursuing a non-trainer career is allowed if one has strong determination.

My current family is warm, kind, and deeply supportive.

Even when I got into mischief or became obsessed with gathering knowledge, they watched over me with patience.

My mother once even joked, "You’re such a clever child—it’s like you remember a past life!" …Looking back, maybe she actually suspected something.

A strict but capable father. A gentle, embracing mother. An older brother I admired and looked up to. A younger sister I wasn’t especially close to, but still shared a familial bond with.

In this life, I’ve been blessed with an ideal family.

…But for Wilm—

According to Masa, her parents’ spirits are apparently reflecting quite seriously on things now, so I won’t speak too harshly—but her home life wasn’t exactly good.

She seems to have moved past it, but it’s not something you casually bring up.

So honestly, topics about family distance are a bit delicate.

Just as I hesitated, Wilm seemed to notice.

"Ah—shoot, that wasn’t a great topic. Sorry, Ayumu. And… I don’t know if you’re here right now, but… sorry, Mom, Dad."

At that moment, the tray of sweets on the table began to rustle—rattle, rattle—despite no one touching it.

As if to say, “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

…According to Masa, Wilm’s parents have been following her around as spirits.

I had figured they might eventually pass on peacefully—maybe we’d even have the chance to greet them properly someday—but…

Ever since that hot spring trip, they’ve apparently powered up enough to cause light poltergeist activity.

Masa claims it’s because they’re strongly tethered to this world by a lingering desire: “We can’t pass on until we see our grandchild.”

Lately, I’ve even felt this intense pressure, like they’re urging me—“Hurry up! Hug her! Hug her already!”

Please don’t. If I did that now, I’d only make Wilm uncomfortable. I’ll take responsibility properly after she graduates.

"They’re saying not to worry."

Alongside Masa, we now have another spiritually sensitive person.

Since Hoshino Wilm is essentially a soul-based being—a “Uma soul,” so to speak—she seems able to perceive other spirits.

Having two spiritually sensitive people in my circle… the world really is small.

Recently, she’s been acting as a go-between for Wilm and her parents. Masa, meanwhile, is thrilled to have a fellow psychic around—yet for some reason, she’s also terrified of her…

Well, putting that aside.

Apparently, Wilm’s parents now give off a sort of “Pretend we’re not here and just enjoy yourselves” vibe.

According to Wilm, "I think they want to become houseplants. Like… a form of fan activity?"

Personally, I’m not entirely sure how to feel about that—but if they’re satisfied, it’s not really my place to interfere.

So they don’t actively join conversations, and we don’t really address them either.

"I see… that’s good. Though it’s still a bit awkward knowing they’re watching us flirt."

"Anyway, back to the topic—how about ‘things you couldn’t do in your past life’?"

"Yeah, that’s definitely one."

"Same here."

Hoshino Wilm and I nodded in unison.

"In my past life, I was pretty much a useless mess. So this time, I wanted to train myself properly and become someone capable…"

"…Why do our topics always end up sounding so gloomy?"

"Personally, I don’t think it’s that gloomy."

Wanting to move forward—wanting to improve yourself—that kind of drive shouldn’t be a bad thing.

…Of course, I’m aware I may have taken it a bit too far.

Meanwhile, Hoshino Wilm raised her hand in a crisp, straight motion.

"I didn’t care much about taste in my past life. So now, trying all kinds of food is really fun."

"My other self is so soft and wholesome~! This is exactly what I mean!"

"Hoshino Wilm really is adorable. Here, have a salt candy."

"Tasty."

"Hey—! No fair! The only one you’re allowed to call cute is me, Ayumu!"

Moments like this—just the three of us chatting and messing around—are honestly a lot of fun.

Wilm and I have known each other for three years now. When Hoshino Wilm entered the picture as a new variable, I’ll admit I was a little worried about how it might affect our relationship…

But in the end, that concern turned out to be unnecessary.

Hoshino Wilm simply… fit in.

As if she’d always been there from the beginning. As if the three of us had always been talking together like this.

…No—maybe it’s not “as if.”

She was always there, inside Wilm, interacting with us through her.

The familiarity we feel toward her might come from unconsciously recognizing that.

Another factor may be that Hoshino Wilm doesn’t assert herself very often.

She’s clear that the owner of this body is Wilm, and for the most part, she simply observes the world through Wilm’s eyes without speaking.

Sometimes, like today, she joins the conversation—but there are also times when she appears only once a week.

Part of that may just be her carefree nature…

But she’s also very considerate toward Wilm—the “other self,” the “self of this world.”

That thoughtfulness makes it easy for us to accept her.

"I’m getting sleepy. Night."

"Yeah, good night."

…Though if I’m being honest, the biggest reason might simply be her free-spirited, almost pet-like nature.

With Wilm’s expressionless yet adorable appearance, combined with Hoshino Wilm’s innocent behavior, she feels like a well-tamed animal—well, she is, in a sense—and the two of us end up treating her like a pet… or perhaps a child.

Hoshino Wilm let out a playful "zzzz…" as she drifted off to sleep within Wilm’s body.

Apparently, her sleeping doesn’t affect Wilm at all, and Wilm simply gave a wry smile at her other self’s unpredictability.

"She’s as sudden as ever… or maybe just completely ruled by instinct."

"Well, that’s part of what makes Hoshino Wilm so… appeal—so likable."

As I shrugged, Wilm looked up at me from my lap with a sly grin.

"Alright, that was within bounds. Good job holding back. I love how you learn from your mistakes, Ayumu♡"

"Yeah, yeah."

I casually ruffled Wilm’s hair as she sat on my lap.

Her exaggerated little yelp—"Kyaa!"—was oddly pleasant to hear.

…That night during the hot spring trip.

The moment when we truly understood each other, opened up, and became genuine partners.

Since then, Wilm has started expressing her feelings—her “I love yous”—so naturally, without hesitation.

Masa once mentioned my “win condition.”

“Don’t get confessed to before graduation.”

Yeah… I failed that one.

Wilm doesn’t hesitate anymore. She looks straight at me with heated eyes and expresses her feelings openly.

And yet—

"By the way, about the next race!"

"No spring races. Four consecutive races with only a one-month gap isn’t acceptable for you right now. And no Arc this year either—we’re focusing everything on the Autumn Tenno Sho."

"Ehh—"

I smoothly brushed aside her quiet confession, and Wilm didn’t push any further.

As a reincarnator with the benefit of a longer-lived perspective, she’s capable of separating emotion from logic.

She understands.

A trainer is, ultimately, a teacher—and a racing Uma Musume is their student.

And given her global fame, she also understands how problematic it would be to enter a relationship with her trainer while still enrolled.

Which is why what she said earlier wasn’t really a confession—it was more like a monologue.

She expresses her feelings, but she isn’t trying to change our relationship.

…At least, that’s how we treat it.

Though, in truth—

Wilm probably does want that change.

And honestly… so do I.

It’s not as though there are practical obstacles.

Mentally, she’s already an adult—even counting her past life, though she’s never told me her actual age. I don’t believe she’s making decisions based on anything naive or short-sighted.

But still—

Regardless of her mental maturity, her body has not fully developed.

—Though it’s been four months since her peak phase ended, and she hasn’t grown even a millimeter taller, so there’s growing suspicion that her physical growth is already complete—

Even so, from a societal standpoint, a relationship between a minor and an adult is not acceptable.

The so-called “Trainer × Uma Musume” dynamic is popular precisely because it stays within soft boundaries—close bonds, mutual feelings, something like a date.

But once it crosses into explicit romance… it goes beyond what people are willing to accept.

So we deliberately avoid taking each other’s “I love you” too seriously.

And Wilm, for her part, always changes the subject before I can respond.

"Teio’s even hinting that she’ll move up to the Dream Trophy League early just to wait for me, you know!? It’d be a waste if I don’t race more aggressively!"

"Given Teio’s personality and her team’s tendencies, she’ll most likely run next at the Arima Kinen this year. We’re treating that as the decisive battlefield on our side as well."

"Yaaay, Ayumu, I love you♡ I adore you♡♡♡"

…Ever since we reached this unspoken understanding, she’s been completely unrestrained.

But honestly… that’s part of what makes her so cute.

And cute is justice.

---

As we continued chatting, Wilm suddenly looked up at me from my lap.

"Oh, speaking of reincarnation… Ayumu, you figured out that I was a reincarnator, didn’t you?"

"Yeah."

"That’s amazing. I never suspected it myself…"

"Is that really surprising?"

Well… unlike her, I didn’t have many opportunities to talk about my own reincarnation “perk”—my so-called app-based reincarnation.

At most, it could be dismissed as exceptionally sharp observational skills.

But Wilm’s accelerated thinking ability—or rather, her “anime-based reincarnation”—was a major factor in building race strategies.

Because of that, it came up often—and every time it did, she’d practically give herself away, saying things like “Ani—no, I mean accelerated thinking,” or “Reincarna—no, I mean accelerated thinking.”

At that point, it’s hard not to notice.

…Though, to be honest, I had already suspected it long before that.

"By the way, when did you first start suspecting me?"

"Let’s see… around February of your Classic year, I think."

"Two years ago!?!?"

"Back then, I thought, ‘No way—that’s impossible.’ I didn’t become certain until this year."

"Whaaat… am I really that obvious? I feel like I’m losing confidence now."

"No, not at all."

Her acting ability—what she calls “putting on a mask”—is incredibly precise.

In front of fans, she’s an idol. In front of teachers, she’s a student. In front of me, she’s just Wilm.

That kind of switching might seem normal for someone living in society…

But the fact that she can cleanly shift even her values and preferences along with it makes it nothing short of master-level skill.

She’s closer to a method actor—someone who can instantly transform her entire persona.

…No, “has the ability” isn’t quite right.

Wilm is simply the smartest, most talented, and most efficient Uma Musume in the world—so she can do it naturally, without effort.

According to her, "It’s kind of like… going with the flow? If that version of me is what’s needed right now, then I just become that?"

A genius who operates on instinct… that’s honestly terrifying.

Her so-called “hot mode” and “cold mode” during races likely stem from that same ability.

Honestly, it goes beyond envy—it’s something I genuinely admire.

My partner is the strongest.

"Your switching is incredibly precise. No one would realize it’s a mask at first glance… well—actually… there might be one exception."

"Ah, your mother… yeah, she really was something else."

My mother is… how should I put it—she has this invincible aura about her.

I get the feeling she saw right through the fact that I’m a reincarnator.

Even Masa, during her rebellious phase, couldn’t defy her.

And when I brought Wilm home a year ago, she immediately started talking about making celebratory red rice…

It’s as if she can see the future—or read people’s hearts. She’s that kind of otherworldly person.

"I’ve never been able to fool her with acting… In terms of relationships, she’s the true pillar of the Horino family—more than anyone else."

"Yeah, I get that. She’s amazing… Mother-in-law."

…The way she says “mother-in-law” still feels a little strange. Or maybe not.

"So you felt it too—that strangeness?"

"Yes. It’s like she has one extra ‘window’ open compared to everyone else. Actually, maybe two, if you include thought processing? Though since she doesn’t explain much, maybe there isn’t a shared ‘thinking window’…"

"Uh… sorry, I’m not really following."

She suddenly veered into something complicated… or maybe just spiritual.

"It’s like… she always has an extra window open, so she can process more information. Ugh, this is hard to explain. Teio would get it, though."

"Sorry, that’s a bit beyond someone as untalented as me."

"No, sorry—I’m just bad at explaining things…"

"Then we’ll begin modern literature study to fix that weakness. I’ll recite Kaze no Matasaburo in full—you’ll answer questions afterward."

"That’s way too sudden! And no rereading allowed!? That’s brutal!!"

Wilm is, for all intents and purposes, a flawless Uma Musume.

First of all—she’s cute.

Despite possessing overwhelming power as a racing Uma Musume, her appearance leans youthful, blending the innocence of a young girl with a sharp, refined beauty that feels distinctly feminine.

If she became an idol, every human on Earth would probably become her fan, and ticket demand would skyrocket into the hundreds of thousands.

And I, as someone close to her, get to watch from backstage.

That privilege alone is enough to make me tremble.

Next—her brilliance.

She has the absurd ability to excel at almost anything she sets her mind to, making her incredibly efficient—a true genius.

People call Teio a natural-born prodigy, but honestly, this girl is just as outrageous.

Not to put anyone down, but from my perspective, she’s overwhelmingly the greater genius.

If she studied seriously for a year, she’d probably surpass me as a trainer.

That’s how absurd her talent is.

On top of that—her saintly personality.

Kind, positive, and compassionate… how many people has she saved with that heart?

At the very least, there’s one sitting right here.

She cares deeply for her friends, loves racing, has a playful sense of humor, knows how to be affectionate, gets shy, can be strict when necessary, and understands balance.

There’s truly nothing to criticize about her character.

And if anyone does criticize her, I’ll handle it appropriately—see you in court.

And finally—her overwhelming racing ability.

The strongest in Japan. The strongest in the world. The strongest in history.

As long as I guide her properly, she won’t lose to anyone.

She has both talent and foundation—and on top of that, reincarnation perks and an awakened Uma soul.

Once again, I need to rise to the occasion to be worthy of her.

…That’s right.

Hoshino Wilm has no real flaws.

A perfect girl. A perfect woman. A perfect idol. A perfect athlete.

A perfect Uma Musume.

But if I had to name one flaw—

"Ughhh, studying suuuucks…"

—it would be that she doesn’t like studying very much.

For someone hailed as the strongest Uma Musume in history to struggle this much with studying—sometimes barely scraping by—it’s honestly not a great look.

It even affects your marketing strategy, you know.

"Alright, Wilm, here’s a question. In 1609, Tokugawa Ieyasu confiscated ships capable of carrying over 500 koku from powerful daimyō west of Osaka and banned their ownership. What was the purpose of the Large Ship Restriction Edict?"

"Um… is that really a question meant for a third-year middle schooler?"

"I had this memorized around my first year."

"Okay, I’m really sorry, but I can’t keep up if you’re using ‘super-genius’ standards. You’ve never not been first place on a test in your life, have you?"

"What are you talking about? I’m no super-genius."

“Super” would imply going beyond that.

And I haven’t surpassed the level of a merely talented person—I probably never will.

"There are always people above you."

"At least… two of them."

"Only two people… in all of Japan?"

"No—two people in all of recorded history."

"Third in history, huh…"

"I couldn’t become number one like you. That’s about the limit of an ordinary person."

In the end, no matter how much effort I pour in, I’ll never reach the absolute pinnacle.

Like I told Wilm before, this is probably where an ordinary person hits their ceiling.

No matter how much I invest, I won’t be able to go any further.

Back then, confronting my own limits felt like coughing up blood… but lately, I’ve started to think, “Well, third in history isn’t so bad.”

Of course, I can’t exactly brag about that to Wilm, who stands at the undisputed peak. I’m not that shameless.

Even so, I’ve begun to feel that—if I push myself hard enough—I can at least stand beside her and support her.

And with that aside, back to the main point.

Studying really is valuable.

Even if you lack talent, as long as you put in the time, you can keep accumulating knowledge. That knowledge sharpens your judgment and makes it more accurate.

That’s how I’m able to stand alongside Wilm now. There’s no way I could ever deny the value of that effort.

That said, not everyone sees it that way.

The girl puffing out her cheeks on my lap is a perfect example.

"...Can I say something really childish?"

"Go ahead. You are a child, after all."

"What’s the point of studying anyway?!"

"Wow, that really is childish."

If you grow up in modern Japan, it’s a question everyone asks at least once.

It’s something you’re meant to figure out for yourself. Normally, it wouldn’t be right for me to force my answer on her, but…

…She’s asking while already knowing the answer. So I suppose it’s fine.

"First of all, without a basic level of education, misunderstandings will arise in communication.

Even the phrase ‘misunderstandings will arise’ isn’t especially obscure, yet there are still people who wouldn’t understand it.

If you rephrase it as ‘differences will occur,’ there’s still a subtle shift in nuance.

To put it more simply, think about foreign languages. If you don’t know them, communication breaks down, and misunderstandings become inevitable.

Understanding language—and knowledge in general—is a prerequisite for smooth, accurate communication.

Lacking that is essentially the same as giving up on communication altogether.

That’s why, in order to function in society, we need an education."

"Whoa, okay, that’s way too serious! That’s not what I meant! This was supposed to be an excuse to get out of it! Just give me something nice and comforting!"

Unfortunately, reality isn’t that kind, so I rejected that request.

As Wilm clutched her head, I followed up with another blow.

"Furthermore, the Iron Chancellor, Otto von Bismarck, once said: ‘Fools learn from experience, while the wise learn from history.’

You’ve lived about fifteen years, which means you have fifteen years of personal experience. It’s easy to learn from that, but the total amount of data is limited.

On the other hand, even written history spans nearly two thousand years—a vast accumulation of human experience.

You can’t obtain it passively; you have to study it actively. But what you gain far surpasses what you can learn from personal experience alone.

Those two thousand years of human history—time no single person can live through—form a reliable foundation.

You can only carve your own path after understanding that.

No matter what you do, gathering knowledge is unavoidable."

"Ugh…!"

"At least you managed to make a sound."

Overwhelmed by a barrage of perfectly reasonable arguments, Wilm fell silent.

She understands it logically—that studying is necessary.

But motivation is shaped more by emotion than logic.

And for someone like her, who values running above all else and truly enjoys it, it’s only natural that studying doesn’t excite her.

Right now, what I—Horino Ayumu, her partner—need to do isn’t overwhelm her with logic.

So I leaned in close to her ear and whispered:

"...Wilm. I want to introduce you properly, soon."

"Huh? What do you mean…?"

With a teasing tone, I prodded at her pride.

"In social settings, a certain level of education is expected.

If I’m going to introduce you as my partner… then you’ll need to carry yourself in a way that reflects that, right?"

"Eh—!? Oh… so that’s what you mean!? Uh—ah—um… I see. Then… I really do need to study, don’t I!?"

Her face flushed bright red, her hands flailing before she finally nodded firmly.

Good—looks like she’s motivated now.

And so, on our rare day off, I ended up tutoring Wilm one-on-one.

"Wait—wasn’t the Kamakura shogunate established in 1192!? That’s what I learned in my past life! Is this another timeline difference!?"

"It used to be taught that the Kamakura shogunate was established in 1192, when Minamoto no Yoritomo was appointed Seii Taishogun.

But that interpretation came later.

In reality, the governing system was effectively established in 1185, when Yoritomo secured the right to appoint stewards and constables from the retired emperor.

So based on historical context, 1185 is now more commonly considered the correct date.

…By the way, shouldn’t it usually be the older one struggling with generational gaps? Why are our roles reversed?"

There was nothing particularly flashy about it…

But days like this weren’t so bad.

Until the sun set, I kept teaching Wilm as she sat on my lap, chatting all the while.

…

By the way, Wilm memorized everything instantly—and when I quizzed her later, she hadn’t forgotten a single thing.

Yeah… our girl really is a genius.

Maybe we should aim for the University of Tokyo next.