The Traveler | The Promised Neverland

Meeting

Two years had passed since I had awakened in this world. I could now speak and had gotten over my stutter. And a lot of my questions had been answered

It was currently April 8th, 2037. I was three years old. I had awakened as a one-year-old. And I was born in the same year as the full score trio, so my worries of escaping alone had been long gone. Today was one of my sibling's 6th birthdays, and they were being shipped.

His name was Joe, and I didn't know him very well. Until now, I hadn't participated in the seeing off of 'adopted' kids. It sounded like it would be emotional and noisy. But, I realized I should participate if I want it to seem natural when I go with Norman and Emma to give Connie Little Bunny.

I had previously decided that I would blend in with Emma and Norman during the escape arc, seeing as I was the same age as them and they would likely involve me who would be one of the oldest at the time.

I disliked being social like this, I'd rather be studying to prepare for the Litany tests I'm going to start taking in a year. While I was quite smart, and I would probably be able to get a 300 on the test for four-year-olds, I estimated that college-level content would be on the tests when I got older. So I had been cramming ever since I was left unsupervised. If I wanted to fit in with the full score trio, I myself would have to get full scores. Which is what I intended to do.

The books in the library had a wide range of content, and I needed to read all the books I could. I wanted to start training my body when I was four, and totally focus on it when I was seven, so I needed to do everything else now.  I paid special attention to William Minerva's books, seeing if there was anything on the outside world outside the Adventures of Ugo (which I had read so many times I had it memorized).

In my previous life, I had been top of my class, so studying was natural to me. Not that the college-level work wasn't difficult. I had spent countless hours studying to become a surgeon, so I could lead a nice middle-high class life as an adult.

So much for that.

Anyway, I watched Isabella lead Joe away with empty eyes. You would think I would feel sympathy towards someone who was being led to their death, however, I didn't. Not with that fulfilled expression on his face. To be quite honest, I was jealous of him, despite the little sense it made in the context of the event.

I personally understood what Isabella meant when she talked to Emma and Norman during the investigation, that the children lived happy, fulfilled lives. They never knew danger until it was already too late.

They were happy. They knew comfort. They knew love.

They understood life.

Tears streamed down almost everyone's faces, and the younger ones wailed. The crying older ones tried their best to calm them, but they themselves were barely holding themselves together.

I turned around and walked away from the scene, heading back to the library to read as much as I could before bed.

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Another year soon passed, and I had my first Litany test approaching. I knew I would do well, but I was still nervous. Ten seconds really wasn't that much time. I put on my headphones to hear the automated voice from the story ring into my ears.

Age 4 Type 1. Answer each question within ten seconds. We will now start

Question 1: What is the English translation of the kanji in this context?