Language Cheat Reincarnation – Young Girl VTuber Saves the World

Chapter 382. [Is The Rainbow Really Has Seven Colors?]

《It's good to be absorbed in your thoughts, but be careful. You're going hunting today, right?》

《Of course》

《But still, I never thought... that weak little Iroha-chan would...》

《P-please don't say it》

The Secret Service woman laughs mischievously.

I’m aware that what I’m doing doesn’t suit me.

I don’t think I’m cut out for it either.

But I have no choice but to do it.

《...》

She lowers her gaze to her own legs.

I desperately hold back what’s welling up inside me and force a joking expression.

《Come on, I told you not to apologize!》

《S-sorry! Oh, I did it again!》

《Honestly~! I was taught that Americans don’t apologize...~?》

《Ahaha. Iroha-chan... thank you.》

《You’re welcome.》

As she thanks me, her expression turns worried.

Or perhaps... it’s a face tinged with guilt.

《Iroha-chan, I’m really fine. So, you don’t have to push yourself, okay?》

《...Right.》

These past few days, she’s been so energetic... maybe I should just wait until she’s fully recovered and leave everything to her? That thought has crossed my mind.

But I realized.

I’ve realized.

She only knows about her injuries from the past few days.

But I’ve been watching her every day...

She said, “My legs still won’t move.”

But probably, her legs are already...

If only I could have done something more appropriate.

Or if I could have called for help sooner... no, even now, if I could call for help as soon as possible, maybe...!

《Iroha-chan?》

《Huh!? Ah... well, you know! I don’t have anything else to do. Besides, I owe it to those who offered to help! I think I’ll keep hunting for now!》

《Is that so? Got it.》

If that effort ends up being wasted, so be it.

That would be the happiest outcome...

《Ah, I should get going.》

《Iroha-chan, please be careful. I’ve lived in the forest a few times during training, but... it’s a dangerous place where anyone could die at any moment.》

《Yes, I understand.》

《And it’s muddy after the rain.》

《Ahaha, you’re such a worrier. Rain is normal here.》

《...Right, it is.》

《Well then, it’s about time...》

《Iroha-chan!》

《...?》

《Ah, no... really, be careful.》

The Secret Service woman starts to say something but stops.

I tilt my head and leave the house... just as I’m about to go, I suddenly look back.

I don’t know why I did that.

But her energetic figure now seems like a candle flame about to burn out.

《......No.》

This is just a bad imagination.

I shake my head and push the unpleasant image out of my mind.

《I’m off.》

《Take care.》

And so, I leave the village with a spear... or rather, a fishing rod. Today, instead of the usual man, I’m with some other kids.

Lately, I’ve often gone into the forest with groups of children like this.

Honestly, it’s much scarier compared to when adults are with us, but it’s good practice.

Besides, it’s only the relatively safe path between the Amazon River and the village...

There are plenty of people (by jungle standards), and if something happens, someone should come to help if I shout... hopefully.

“I wish I could get better at hunting on land too.”

Even if I can lure them with my voice, land animals are still beyond my ability for now.

So, fishing is my only option.

I head straight for the river, and just as the view opens up...

‘Hey, look at that! Do you know what that is? It’s called a ‘rainbow’!’

One of the kids pulls my arm and points it out to me.

Ah, right, it’s after the rain...

A bridge stretches across the sky.

It’s dazzling. It feels like it’s been a long time since I last saw one.

Maybe it’s because I was just thinking about “colors” earlier?

I’m a little curious.

“——I wonder how these kids see that rainbow?”

I remember talking about it once.

Linguistic relativity—the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis. Or the concept of qualia.

The way we see things changes depending on language.

And of course, rainbows are no exception.

“Well, when it comes to the colors of a rainbow, that’s not everything.”

For example, English has the color indigo, but it’s not included in the rainbow.

Rainbows have six colors.

French has the color orange, and it’s even a commonly used word in agriculture.

Yet it’s not included, and rainbows have five colors.

“Even now, as I look at it and count... honestly, it doesn’t really look like seven colors to me.”

Well, in Japan, rainbows are considered seven colors because of Newton’s influence.

He set it to seven to match the musical scale... and that just stuck when it came to Japan.

So it’s not determined by language or how it actually looks.

It’s just a preconception.

“But...”

On the other hand, it means we can freely change how we see things.

Far more than we imagine.

“Or perhaps, that’s exactly what makes us human...”

That’s what I thought——.