Are Men Really a Rare Species? - Chapter 6: A Boys Who Can’t Attend School

“Speaking of which, I haven’t done today’s studying yet.”

Mom, who had me on her lap, picked up the TV remote.

She changes the channel when a show about finding handsome girls comes on.

The channel she switched to is the state-run Japan Educational Television, NHK.

Literally, it’s a station primarily focused on educational programs.

“Since you get bored with just books every day, shall we study on TV today?”

It seems that today she’s going to use an educational program as our teaching material.

As a man, I can’t go to kindergarten or elementary school.

It’s not that I can’t go, but the country is prohibiting it.

Boys will be able to attend school starting from middle school.

The reason is that girls who have not completed basic education cannot yet understand the rarity of men.

In today’s world, it is a common understanding that men are “essential for the survival of humanity” and “beings that should be protected unconditionally.”

However, common understanding is not something innate, but something that is cultivated over time.

If they don’t teach it, they won’t learn it.

So, it seems that even very young girls might easily say things like “You’re different from everyone else” or “Something’s weird” to boys, or try to look at or touch boys’ bodies to confirm the differences between them.

Of course, the girl only has innocent curiosity, but the boy, on the receiving end, gets hurt normally.

If that causes the boy to develop a fear of women, it would be unbearable.

So, until the girls graduate from elementary school and develop a shared understanding, the boys cannot attend school.

In a way, it is a kind of isolation policy.

Well, in this world, men are “weak” in many ways, and women are “strong” in many ways.

If both sides end up in a weird mess, the gender ratio will get even worse.

So, as a man, I have never been to kindergarten or nursery school.

Of course, I have no plans to go to elementary school either.

I do all my studying at home.

Of course, it’s my mom who teaches me.

Usually, the government sends a private tutor to families that have given birth to a male child.

It seems they are certified tutors, but unfortunately, they have never come to our house.

Because my mom turned down the job offer.

Instead, Mom has a teaching qualification.

Actually, she got her teaching certification on her own.

She went out of her way to study from scratch for me.

Apparently, she started studying for the qualification as soon as my gender was determined, and by the time I turned one, she had already obtained it.

As expected of Mom, her love for her child is profound and heavy…

Well, actually, it’s just that Mom wants to monopolize me, her son.

“Hehe~ Let’s study together with Mama again today~”

Mama hugs me cheerfully.

Her pampering won’t stop.

Well, there’s nothing I can do about it.

Boys are spoiled and cherished in every family.

A man is a rare and precious being.

So, that family is guaranteed to enter high society just by giving birth to a boy.

The social status instantly rises to the top tier, and all kinds of assistance and support come from the government.

Everything is to raise the newborn boy in a healthy manner.

And to contribute to the survival of humanity.

In fact, this grand mansion we are living in now is a government-provided residence.

Living expenses are also covered by a lot of subsidies and grants from the government.

If it’s shopping for me, it seems like most of it gets covered by public funds.

Are you serious? Living expenses are considered business expenses…?

The government is not only covering my child support.

Apparently, it seems that I even have bodyguards.

It seems that there are people around our house who are like SPs, and they are always on high alert.

The reason I’ve been saying things like “apparently” and “it seems” vaguely is because I’ve never met the SP people.

Sometimes I see them talking to Mom over the phone, but I’ve never actually met them in person.

Because, you see, my mom basically doesn’t let SP people into the house.

The reason is that she doesn’t want to introduce other women to me.

“Because~, if they meet Yuu-chan~, they’ll definitely end up falling in love with Yuu-chan~. That’s just not okay~!”

It seems that’s the case.

No, it’s not “No way,” is it Mom?

They’re working too.

You shouldn’t prioritize your possessiveness and interfere with other people’s work.

“Yuu-chan is~. Yuu-chan belongs only to Mama~”

And, she said something quite serious with a cheerful smile.

Hey, Mom?

Isn’t your love for your son a bit excessive?

I’m a bit worried that you might become one of those overprotective parents in the future…

But, well.

It seems that this kind of thing is the same in every household.

The total number of Japanese men is just a little over 50,000.

Even if they gathered all the men in the country, it wouldn’t fill the Tokyo Dome; it’s that small.

Moreover, the number continues to decrease year by year.

At this point, men are treated like rare characters.

There are many women who lose their lives without ever interacting with men, and some even think, “Men are just imaginary creatures like unicorns.”

In such a situation, it is not at all uncommon for their son to be the first man they interact with in their life.

So, most women, regardless of social status or public financial support, dote on their sons.

My mom’s strong possessiveness also comes from this.

So, this excessive pampering and the crazy level of possessiveness are actually considered “normal” in society.

Tell me, W○○○, how many more years do I have to wait, how many more years until I can meet someone other than Mama…?

Well, anyway, I’m not allowed to go to school until middle school.

As usual, I’ll just continue studying at home with Mom.

Fortunately, since I have memories of my past life, I have no trouble with studying.

I’m secretly studying history and civics online without telling Mom, which is different from my past life.

Further learning won’t be too late even after going to junior high school.

Even when I get to middle school, you won’t let me go to school. No way, right, Mom…?