Emotion Taster

Arc 4 New Stage: Chapter 1 - Steps to Home

On the way home I remembered a little what Geza was talking about. He who was confirmed his death by Pero made what happened with him come into being again.

Pain ....

The lobster wizard in the form of a boy always repeats it. He said I wasn't enough to understand the real pain. In fact, with my power to detect emotions, he still couldn't accept it.

It's true, I can't feel what he really feels. Something that appeared and was detected as a wave of emotion would be converted into simple stimuli on my skin and tongue. Although I actually understood, the conversion created a slight gap between the original feeling and the wave of emotion I felt.

The pain, yes ....

Geza says he lives from a rebellious prisoner's mother who was made a slave ****. He was born and raised by the rebels, brainwashed to become their soldier, but ended up in solitude after the rebels were finished off.

I am not a historian, I am still knowledgeable enough to know the background of the life of my country. Several times dark history was told and became the main teaching topic. I don't know what the educational formula means, but I got the dark history many times before I entered high school.

A unified country is not necessarily secure, the threat of a radical******* could still bring destruction.

Geza himself said that he lived longer than me, contrary to his appearance. That gives a little hint about in what era he lived.

The great uprisings of today are no longer in the spotlight. Either it's true that people are reconciled and don't want war, or it's all because the smarter rebel organizations shut themselves down.

In my country, there was only one incident where a large and mushrooming rebel group was wiped out by the government. It's something I've learned in history books, but it's just a little and it's not detailed. I don't remember the name of the group, but I do remember it more than fifty years ago.

From the beginning the country I lived in had a history where many kingdoms formed it in each region. When the state declared unity, many of the monarchs were threatened by the state government.

But that's just one small reason.

Of course there are still many peace solutions, there is still a lot of common sense where the state and the members of the kingdom do not cause war. After all, at that time there was still an outside threat where other countries attacked and wanted to dominate.

For years the defense and united determination have survived. However, as time went on, small groups that had their own goals separated from the state began to act. Their actions were so destructive that they became thorns in their own country.

They have no power, they have no power, they have no wealth, and they are dissatisfied with the conditions.

Rebels are like children. They mess up, they rob, they want to master, but all that they do without seeing the other side or maybe the long-term effects.

Chaos according to other more open books is sometimes described as more chaotic—or maybe it is so original, compared to textbooks from the government. From various stories from dark history books, I felt that death was not a punishment, but a gift.

Maybe that's what Geza calls pain.

Robbery and plunder are still considered commonplace, murder is something they avoid, because in the same way they want it to be trampled entirely. They kidnapped women, made them slaves. They made threats, trampled on people in violence to have them become slaves providing the entire logistics. They do persecution, even the dead are made into toys by them.

When I remembered the contents of the dark history book, I became more and more aware that my life was now so peaceful. A world without war where no blood was spilled was indeed disgusting to Geza, He who saw and even grew up in that environment looked down on me because of my ignorance.

Huft .. hah ....

The long journey to my home is finally over. Since it was late in the afternoon when I started walking in the house of Pero, it was not strange when I arrived at the house the sky had darkened.

From the backyard, I went into the terrace and opened the back door. From that place I felt the existence of life in the house. The lights, the noise from the television, and somehow the aura from the owner of the house, all of it emanated until I didn't have to knock asking.

I don't think the old man in this house is home right now. I'm not very confident about the possibility, but the two people will usually be detected by the presence of a private parked vehicle. So, the only possibility that fills my house is just ....

*sex

*Whoush .....

“Hn?”

When I opened the door, there was a surge of emotion that was quite violent. The small sting made the shoulder shudder, not causing pain, but giving me a shock as well. The wave of emotion is certainly coming from sister Dina who is in the house.

“Woi, Brother. Don't be surprised either, ‘kan?” I said as I walked into the house.

“Iya .. You came not sleepy first, it's natural that I was shocked,” replied brother Dina was sitting on the sofa watching television. “Lagian, do you know where I'm surprised or not? Ten meters away, I did not make a sound, at the back door just look back doank.”

“Heh,” my end answered a little cynical. “How many times do I have to say, I have the power to rasain all emotions.”

The topic of my strength has certainly been told to my family. When I was small and innocent, of course I was the one who chose family as the first question place. I still did not understand, at that time I considered it natural for everyone and asked how to reduce it.

But they don't believe it at all.

Not just because I was a kid back then, but certainly because my talk made no sense to them. So, something that comes out is considered as the abal-abal of a boy.

All of these things have survived until I am an adult now. Although they still don't believe in my powers, the treatment is a little different. When I said something about my strength, they said it was just a small advantage that made me a very sensitive human being. Like intuition working all the time.

“Hmn ...,” answer drone kak Dina. “By the way there is money on your ration table from mom, take it before brother take.”

“Eh?” my response stopped stepping and glanced at the back table. “Mana? At which table?” I asked him to find the money.

“Ahaha .. you don't have the power, but you're still fooled.”

“...”

I was speechless, looked at the empty table and realized the naivety of Dina's simple trickery. It felt like I was hit by a master's eating weapon, the prank was getting more painful as it denied the evidence of the power I just called.

Huf ... ah ....

But that doesn't mean I can't explain.

“My strength is not mind reading, I can only experience emotions. If you have no intention of cheating, I won't know.”

“Huh? How'd that mean? Ahaha ...”

“...”

Brother Dina thinks it is like a game, judging me like most brothers, his laughter is more like arrogant enough to bother me.

*Whoush ....

“Hn?”

Another wave of emotion. This time it was not a shock, not a lie either, but rather something that was awkwardly rotten.