I Don’t Want to Die as a Mob in My Second Life! ～A Story Where I Kept Training from Inside the Womb and Ended Up Being Mistaken for a Monster～ - Chapter 16: Snitching, Sharo’s Reprimand, and Dad’s Serious Lecture

Chapter 16: Snitching, Sharo’s Reprimand, and Dad’s Serious Lecture

Two months from now, the girl named Sharo Kirisame, destined to die in a horrifying way, akin to a naked mole rat.

About an hour after she fainted—

“Uu… mmm…”

“Oh, you’re awake.”

“Where… wait, whaaaat!?”

Sharo let out a shrill cry.

Well, it’s understandable. She was lying on the porch, resting on my lap as a pillow.

“K-Kanata Soranaki!? Hiee!?”

She rolled sideways off my lap in a panic, tumbling across the porch and into the garden, putting some distance between us.

This girl is pretty entertaining.

“W-What were you doing to me!?”

“What else? I was nursing you. You ran out of spiritual energy.”

Running out of spiritual energy can kill a person.

When a soul loses its warmth, it begins to ascend, leaving the body behind.

There are only two ways to prevent this:

Either cling to life with sheer willpower, wishing desperately to stay alive, or…

“Have someone touch you and keep wishing for you to live. This creates a bond that keeps the soul tethered to the physical world. That’s why I let you rest like that.”

When someone runs out of spiritual energy and is unconscious, this is the only option. So, I looked after her until her spiritual energy recovered, but…

“Ugh… That was unnecessary…!”

Sharo didn’t seem too happy about it.

She glared at me and once again readied her kunai.

“I am Sharo Kirisame, of the distinguished Kirisame family! Being saved by a monster like you is a stain on my life!”

A stain on her life? That’s a bit much, don’t you think?

“Cursed monster! I’ll kill you and ensure I pass the test!”

“Sigh…”

She’s barely ten years old. No matter how much she insults me, it doesn’t really get to me.

I’m well aware of my monstrous abilities, after all.

…But still.

“Miss Sharo, if you keep being this cheeky…”

“W-What are you saying!?”

“I’ll carve it into you.”

In an instant, a horrendous screech rang out, and her kunai erupted with sparks.

“Aaaahh!?”

Startled, Sharo let go of the kunai. A smart move, as the next moment, it was shredded into pieces.

“W-What did you do!?”

“I anticipated this and wrapped threads around it. And now…”

The threads extending from my fingers swayed like tendrils, picking up the fragments of the kunai.

Then—

“Object Imbuing Multi-Layer—Resonate, [Blank Shot].”

The dreadful sound reverberated again. With a vicious noise that pulverized the fragments, the kunai was reduced to dust.

Sharo stared in stunned silence, her mouth agape.

“T-The custom-made superalloy kunai from the Muramasa family… was sliced apart by threads…!?”

Ah, so it was a Muramasa-made kunai, crafted by the renowned smithing family. Quite the high-end brand. But it’s useless against me.

“I imbued the threads with the Conceptual Spirit, [Blank Shot].”

“[Blank Shot]!? Isn’t that a weak concept compared to actual bullets? And what does it have to do with threads…?”

“It has everything to do with them. [Blank Shot] represents ‘propagating vibrations.'”

The blindfolded girl in a cheongsam, [Blank Shot], appeared on my lap.

Though silent, she seemed happy to be used. I patted her black hair, crowned by a glowing spiritual halo, and she looked content.

“[Blank Shot] generates shockwaves. By triggering them repeatedly and instantaneously, I turned the tips of the threads into vibrating blades.”

“Hieee…!”

“This scarf works the same way.”

The scarf extended like a tail, lifting itself toward Sharo. It vibrated with an intense GIIIIIIIIIIIII sound, like the blade of a chainsaw.

Sharo, her face pale, stepped back in fear.

“If something like that hits me—!”

“You’d be shredded to pieces.”

“Gulp!?”

“I have you to thank for inspiring this technique, Miss Sharo. It made me realize how useful threads could be, and I developed it from there.”

Bullets and threads might not seem like a natural combination.

But by associating threads with tin-can telephones, I figured out how to make use of [Blank Shot]’s shockwaves.

Plus, my spiritual energy attribute is wind, which pairs well with the ‘propagation’ concept of [Blank Shot].

“Spiritual energy consumption is intense, though…”

This is a fighting style I couldn’t have managed in my previous life.

Using [Blank Shot] this way burns through spiritual energy at an insane rate. Every activation of the conceptual effect consumes energy.

So if I were to trigger [Blank Shot]’s shockwaves dozens of times per second, my past self would’ve been toast in an instant.

“But…”

The activation speed of [Blank Shot] accelerated even further.

The air around the threads and scarf heated up, the eerie sound shifted to a mosquito-like high-pitched whine, and the entire house’s glass began to tremble ominously.

Sharo let out a terrified scream, “Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh!”

“As you said, Miss Sharo, this body is a monster. My spiritual energy reserves seem to have no end.”

Even with such reckless use, I felt no strain.

With an unnaturally reinforced physical structure and the immense number of pathways running through my body, my spiritual energy was likely several hundred times greater than in my previous life.

There’s no need to hold back with this much power.

“Thank you for calling me a monster, Miss Sharo. Thanks to that, I came up with a monstrous way to fight.”

“Hiee…!”

She’s been quite helpful, honestly.

Even against weaker opponents, real combat teaches you a lot.

Humans are living creatures—when faced with hostility, your mind instinctively starts figuring out how to handle it. It’s a good kind of stimulation.

“Thank you, truly.”

I smiled at Sharo to convey my gratitude, but she only became more frightened, backing away even further.

“Y-You really are evil! You monster!”

Shouting that, she pulled a phone out of her pocket. Wait, a phone?

“What are you…”

“S-Shut up! Ah, Sister Setsuna!? Please help me!”

Wait… did she just tattle to her sister!?

“Kanata Soranaki is evil! Hurry and come here!”

Oh no, no, no… what’s going to happen now?

Setsuna is a First-Class Reisoushi, right? And the next head of the Kirisame family? If her little sister calls for help, she might bring the entire Kirisame household’s forces with her…

“Miss Sharo, why must you make things so complicated…”

This unexpected move—typical of a child—left me baffled.

And then, as I was processing what was happening, someone moved swiftly past me.

“Bring the entire Kirisame family to kill him—”

“Miss Sharo Kirisame.”

A hand reached out and snatched her phone, cutting the call without hesitation.

“Wha—hey!?”

Sharo raised her gaze in shock.

Standing there was none other than my father, Michitaka.

“…The difference in skill between you and Kanata was obvious. I figured you’d take a beating and reflect on it, but instead, this…”

“W-Who are you!?”

“I am Michitaka, Kanata Soranaki’s father.”

Dad’s voice was calm, but there was an undeniable weight behind it.

“Hmph! So you’re the spineless head of the Soranaki family? Stay out of this!”

“Excuse me?”

“Hiee?

Dad!?

“Miss Sharo Kirisame… don’t you think you’re being a bit much?”

“W-What…!?”

Is Dad… angry?

“You came here to kill my son for your own selfish reasons. And now that you’ve lost, you’re crying to your family? Even after he nursed you back to health?”

“Ugh…!”

“And let me ask—what exactly do you mean by claiming that killing my son would be considered a great achievement? Are you saying my Kanata is the same as a Conceptual Spirit?”

“T-that’s because… everyone’s afraid of him…!”

“Haha, I see.”

Dad chuckled lightly, then stared down at Sharo.

And then—

“So, if everyone wanted you dead, would it be okay for me to kill you?”

“Hieeeeee!?”

Dad!?!!?

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[Tips]

Object Imbuing Multi-Layer:

A technique where multiple spirits are imbued into a single object.

Naturally, this doubles the spiritual energy consumption. For this to work, the Conceptual Spirits must have a connection, and their relationships must be amicable, which is incredibly difficult.

Spirits are inherently focused on fulfilling their own conceptual actions, and as a result, relationships between spirits of the same type are often terrible.

For example, the Conceptual Spirits of [Matchstick] and [Lighter] would compete over flammable materials, leading to conflict or even mutual destruction.

Since this technique requires the user to synchronize with multiple spirits and maintain good “workplace relationships” between them, very few Reisoushi can achieve it. It’s considered an exceptionally rare skill.

The Kirisame Family:

A prestigious ninja family from Iga, ranked as Junior First Rank in nobility. The current head is the 15th leader, Kagero Kirisame.

The family descends from the ninja clan Kirikakure, which existed during Japan’s Warring States period over 500 years ago. While the main family perished in the chaos of war, the Kirisame branch survived and thrived.

During the late Edo period, after the arrival of the Black Ship, a Conquest-Class Spirit Mechanism, the family served under the top-tier Reisoushi, Eiichi Shibusawa, aiding in the acquisition of intelligence across various nations.

By combining ninja techniques with their unique trait of producing water-aligned spiritual energy users, the Kirisame family became adept at literally traversing the seas using spiritual power, bolstering Japan’s information warfare efforts.

Even in modern times, they are feared as a family that also handles assassination.

Michitaka Soranaki:

→ Doesn’t care if you’re from a prestigious family—he’ll get seriously angry.

After coming to accept the “monster” Kanata Soranaki, he’s gained confidence and started showing sides of himself that didn’t exist in his first life.

Maro:

The one who speaks with “ozaru.”

Calmly sipped tea while dismissively saying, “There’s no way a kid like that could kill Kanata.”

Went out to buy lunch, finding Kanata’s favorite pork on sale.

Sharo:

The one who speaks with “gojaru.”

Came to kill Kanata to boost her grades, then called her sister for help when she lost. A bold move.

In her previous life, her end was akin to becoming a naked mole rat.

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