Chapter 10: The Ordinary Hobbies of a Common Fetish TS Reincarnated Person

The Ordinary Hobbies of a Common Fetish TS Reincarnated Person

While I tend to spend my time looking after my little sister and raising and playing with Tomohiro-kun on a daily basis, that doesn't mean I'm always with them.

In fact, I try to avoid spending too much time with them when it's not necessary, and use the time I have to do what I want to do.

What I want to do is search for talent.

My main search is the internet.

Even if I'm searching aimlessly for someone, I try more often on the internet, where a diverse group of people gather, than I do within the scope of my average middle school student's reach. I generally seek quality over quantity, but when quality isn't an option, I have no choice but to go for quantity. It can't be helped.

That said, there is a significant bias in the talents found online. Plus, I rarely find the budding talents I'm most interested in finding. Even if there is some, they get buried, and besides, most people aren't immersed in the internet from a young age. In that sense, it's not that different from searching around the neighborhood.

Realizing this, I felt like crying a little, but I held back because I'm not a baby anymore. Even if I suddenly burst into tears, I'm not going to be soothed with a rattle. I'm sure I'll just be left alone, or Mama will stroke me. I want Mama to pet me.

Thinking about it like that, I'm starting to think it's okay to suddenly burst into tears, but I don't want to worry Mama, so I'll refrain. If I want a stroke, I can just ask directly. My Mama is kind to me, even when I'm spoiled and selfish.

Hehe, Hikari loves you, Mama!

A little put off by my own emotional instability, with my emotions constantly changing, I continue to search for people. Most of the people I encounter are ordinary people with no sparkle, or gems that might shine if polished. They're far from dazzling, brilliant talents.

I'm far more brilliant than them. Come to think of it, I was a famous artist.

I can't help but forget, which is a problem.

To remind myself of my original intentions, I pulled out the carving knife I bought in elementary school and a piece of wood I received around the same time and started to work on it.

It's been a while, so my hands don't move as well as I'd hoped. This is practically the first time I've done this with this body, so maybe it can't be helped.

I'm slightly fascinated by the idea of ​​using my small, smooth hands to work on it, and then something beautiful getting ruined when it pierces my hands.

I don't have a habit of self-harming, nor am I mentally so weak that I want to injure myself and have Mama worry about me. I know that I shouldn't even scratch the precious body that Mama gave me, so I have no intention of getting piercings or dyeing my hair in the future.

But it's precisely because I know this, that it's all the more fascinating.

Ruining this precious, one-of-a-kind existence.

And then having my precious family see how much I've transformed.

Just imagining it is beautiful. At that moment, the tears Mama sheds will surely be far more valuable than any jewel.

Captivated by the charm, I impulsively point the carving knife at my skin.

I shouldn't do it.

But if I do, it will surely be wonderful.

Wonderful things will surely feel good.

It will hurt, but the promise of an even greater endorphin boost is guaranteed.

Little by little, the blade approaches my skin. My heartbeat throbs, and I feel the cool metal and the roughness of the rusted metal against my jade skin.

As I feel feverish, I suddenly calm down and wonder what I'm doing.

I look at the smooth hand on my right, then the pure white hand on my left. Yes, they are well-manicured hands. There is something valuable there that makes me want to ruin them.

There's no doubt about it, but it's still too early.

The value of these hands still has room to grow, so it would be a shame to ruin them now.

Something valuable shines brightest precisely because it is lost when it is at its highest value. While there is great value in still having potential, my hands are potentially even more valuable.

It's a shame, after all.

Oh dear. What a risk I've taken.

There is an order to everything, and a time when things should be done. My hands before I was reborn might have been different, but my hands at this point aren't worth that much.

I scolded my right hand for acting so recklessly, slapping it hard. It hurt more than I thought it would, and I began to tear up.

Rubbing my stinging hand, I quickly finished the woodworking I'd been working on.

Wow, the curves are so smooth and beautiful, it's hard to believe they were made with an elementary school carving knife. I'm sure they'd easily win several awards if I entered them in some kind of competition. 30 points from me. 

People will love it, so I'll snap a bunch of photos and put them up on a random flea market site. It doesn't really matter if they sell or not, so I'll just set a price. I'll list them with pretty much the default settings, using an account registered only as "Hikari."

They're just a nuisance in my room, and I'll be happy if they sell for some pocket money. I wish they were worth enough to me to burn them, but they're such a mess that they're not even worth that. I don't know what to do with them.

Returning to my roots, I once again swim through the ocean of the internet. Even if they're only worth 30 points to me, they're more than enough for a middle school student.

Looking at them over and over again, I realize that there are some pretty beautiful stones mixed in with what seemed like nothing more than a collection of pebbles before. I want to defile them.

Small talents that will one day lead to despair.

Faint talents that can shine within the confines of a school, a region, and a certain age group.

These adorable talents are either going to realize their place and give up, or they're struggling and breaking without even being able to give up, and they're trying to shine, searching for someone who will find them.

It's so endearing and adorable.

If they're going to give up anyway, it would be much more meaningful if they gave up in front of me. I'll give them a purpose.

I'll bookmark them on social media and prepare to observe. Now I can check on them anytime. I hope they give up soon.

Of course, it would be great if my assessment was wrong and a brilliant talent emerged from within. If I continue to interact with them on a small scale, I'm sure we'll feel a sense of closeness when we meet someday. In that case, maybe I should also show a faint glow of my own.

Sparkles attract each other, so I'm sure we'll meet someone. Even if we don't meet, it would be a little fun if the motley crew that comes by were to burn me in the process.

Oh no! Hikari-chan has found a hobby! Don't tell my friends or family!

My heart is excited at the prospect of future encounters. Meeting new people is always wonderful, and it makes me feel excited. When spring arrives, the season of new encounters, my heart naturally dances. That's just how people are. It's summer now, after all.

I stretch my beautiful shoulders, which never feel stiff even when I'm working on the computer, and leave the room, which has gotten hot from being cooped up in it.

Come to think of it, I used to lock myself in a room like this and pray. And it was during the hot summer holidays, too. I'm surprised I didn't get heatstroke. Perhaps this is the power of faith.

I drink the sweaty barley tea that I'd left in the living room, and eat the udon noodles my Mama had made for me.

Returning to my childhood for a moment, I swallow the noodles without chewing, and play by pulling on the edges. I love the feeling of something long and soft going down my throat.

I wonder if this is what it's like when tentacles do whatever they want to your body.

After finishing up some fun that would probably make Mama and little sister worry about my mental health if they saw me, I returned to my room and found an inquiry about the 30 point item I had just put up for sale. It was an inquiry about the price, and when I checked, I thought it was a price negotiation, but to my surprise, it was a price increase request.

Yay, I'm happy they appreciated it!

I accepted it with my childish brain, but I still wasn't happy, so I closed the request and sent it as is. How arrogant of them to see more value in my 30 point item than I am.

I wish they'd be grateful that I didn't just burn it and send it off like that.