YM778.TV Chapter 97.1
Chapter 97.1
Chapter 97.1 Studying Is Hard
-Miu’s POV-
The bell of the elementary school rings tingtangtong. Along with the electronic sound, a hologram on the air inside the classroom says, “It’s time to go home,” and the words appear.
I’m always thrilled by the romantic and mysterious sight of holograms. In my previous life, holograms were a technology of the future, and although I had always seen them in movies, they had never been made IRL.
So, no matter how old she is, Miu’s eyes sparkle when she sees that. Not only did she sparkle, but she also wondered what it would be like to touch it, so she asked everyone to help her climb up the stack of desks and touch it. Unlike what I had expected, I was disappointed I could not feel them. And the teacher was very angry with me. I don’t get it.
Takanp Miu, who is usually such an innocent girl, didn’t look at the hologram, but sat on the desk, shaking her slender legs and frowning at her cute, childish face.
“Mmmm~. Studying is hard.”
Written on the paper are the results of the test. The results of a history test are on it.
Combined with my age in my previous life, I was far smarter than other children. I was supposed to be.
Even math and Japanese are easy. When I was an adult, arithmetic was easy if I put in a formula, and I could write correct kanji characters using the conversion function.
In other words, it was an easy victory if there was a personal computer. It was an easy victory in my previous life. As long as I have a computer, adults can do math and language easily. If not, it’s just a vague memory. Aside from math, it turned out that I was a little weak at writing kanji. Somehow, one line is missing, or the kanji in my memory isn’t accurate. I relied too much on my computer.
It’s difficult to face to think it would be more difficult when I was a child without a computer. I glared at the paper, but the contents were 8 points. By the way, the score is out of 100.
But I still have no problem with arithmetic and Japanese. I’m still in the 4th grade. Even in Japanese, once I memorized how to read and kanji, the other subject was fine. I have already memorized them, so all I have to do is to remember the correct kanji. The rest is a piece of cake. The main protagonist’s feelings at this time are written in the previous sentence. I have already memorized the tips.
The problem is history. I think there are more elemental symbols in science than in my previous life, and I have to learn magic, so it’s different. It’s easy to write new memories into a formatted brain.
So, all in all, I’ll be an excellent daughter. I’m in the 4th grade, after all. If she is an idiot here, it will be a sign that her memories of her previous life are in the way.
But clearly, the history was hindered by the memories of my previous life. History was there in my memory. In science, I could only remember the symbols of the elements up to the sailor Liebe (How to remember the periodic table). But history was in my memory because I had seen it in games and on TV many times.
So I could not reconcile it with the history of this world. The fact that the history subtly matched my previous life was also confusing.
This is Takano Miu’s new weakness of Miu Takano. She’s not good at history.
“Arya~, that’s a terrible score…8 points is terrible, Em-chan~”
“Kon!”
As I’m troubled, Tamamo smirks at me with a grin as she peeks out from under the desk. She’s the fox girl with the little fox on her head, and her smile is as energetic and full of energy as ever. I’m soothed by her clear eyes as the little fox that kon at me.
“Isn’t the year the Kamakura Shogunate created a good country? You know, the Kamakura Shogunate?”
In my previous life, I remember it as 1192, okay? But it has become a mistake.
“Let’s make a good dome, Kamakura Shogunate, and it’s 1200, Em-chan. Yoritomo put permanent warding magic on Kamakura and opened the Shogunate~.”
“Kon-kon-kon!”
Flicking her gold-shimmering side tails, Tamamo flicks her index finger and squeaks, so Kon-chan too. The little fox is so adorable. I puff out my cheeks as I gently reach out and pet her.
“Warding magic ……… warding magic …… warding magic in Kamakura, huh?”
It’s a different world with magic. All the powers of the time are great magicians. Why do they always, always use great magic to build their countries? Magic changes the power structure. You can’t separate magic from the powerful.
“The boundary magic of Kamakura is still alive, Mii-sama. It is also why Tokugawa Ieyasu, Oda Nobunaga’s ally, opened his city in Edo.”
Brushing back her black hair, as shiny as raven feathers, Yamiyo approaches and joins the conversation.
“The warding magic used by Minamoto no Yoritomo was so powerful it completely prevented the offensive magic of his eventual adversary, Minamoto no Yoshitsune after he had destroyed the Heike clan. He spent 10 years creating a Buddhist statue, a warding magic device, which repelled the entry of all monsters and hostile enemies. Its power was so enduring that Ieyasu intended to use it as a fortress when he and Oda Nobunaga were enemies. Even if they’re on good terms now, he thought about what would happen in the future when it was the time of his children and grandchildren.”
“Nobunaga and Ieyasu were great friends. Just like Tamamo and Em-chan!”
“Mmmmmm.”
Tamamo twines her arms around my neck and hugs me. It’s pudgy and warm. She’s a fox-kin who loves skinship. I hug her back because she’s so adorable. I tickle her side.
“Kyaa, that tickles, Em-chan!”
“Miu-sama, I want to hug you too.”
Miu and Tamamo hugged each other and played cackling, and Yamiyo joined in the hug. The two are also tickling each other, so before then, they’re cuddling each other.
The three of them cackle and play with each other. The contrast between their gray hair, blonde hair, and black hair makes for a lovely sight to behold. Some of the remaining students were watching the scene.
After joking around and cheering themselves, they throw their test results on the desk. The history of this world is hard. I’m only in the 4th grade tho. I mean, the questions are strange. It’s not just the year.