Language Cheat Reincarnation – Young Girl VTuber Saves the World

Chapter 383. [Life And Death]

"...Hehe."

I couldn't help but laugh as I gazed at the rainbow stretching across the Amazon sky.

Hearing my laughter, the child who had come fishing with me peeked at my face.

'What's up? Was the rainbow that funny?'

'Ah, no. It's not that.'

I just found it amusing to think about how many colors a rainbow has.

Isn't it strange? A rainbow is inherently made of infinite colors.

Yet, in almost every country, the number of colors in a rainbow is fixed.

"Languages have commonalities, huh."

Or perhaps it's a commonality of the human species.

A necessity arising from the structure of the brain.

Languages born in different regions often end up resembling each other, almost like convergent evolution.

"Maybe, someday, the language humanity ultimately arrives at will be the same."

If there's one language at the beginning, perhaps the language at the end is also uniquely determined.

Or perhaps that itself is the "perfected language."

"............Now that I think about it."

There's one more thing I remember about rainbows.

Sometime ago, I answered a question about rainbows during a quiz stream.

And now, I regularly participate in that stream as an explainer. It's supposed to be held once a month, but...

"It's way past that time now, huh."

I don't know the exact date, but it's probably true.

I missed the stream and caused trouble for everyone.

I want to see them.

I want to watch their streams.

"Ah, no no no!"

My thoughts keep going in a negative direction. I pumped myself up with a "Alright!" and stood up.

'Let's catch a lot today!'

'It's good to be motivated, but don't fall into the river again.'

'Yeah, sis, you're so clumsy.'

'Ugh, I'll be careful.'

Just as I proudly held my fishing rod, the kids warned me. I stepped one step further from the shore than everyone else and cast my line...

'Whoaaaa~!'

I heard the excited voices of the kids from a little distance away.

Curious, I went closer.

'What's up?'

'Look at this!'

'Is this... a knife?'

No matter how you looked at it, that's what it seemed to be.

And it wasn't a crudely made one like those used around here.

It was a sturdy, military-style knife.

I think the shooting range staff had something like this.

'Why is something like this here?'

'Don't you know? Sometimes things get washed up on the riverbank!'

'Yeah, yeah!'

'They say if you follow the river faaaaaar enough, there are other humans besides us!'

The kids explained.

I see, so this must have drifted down from upstream.

Probably, the metal items we've seen in the village were obtained the same way.

Pots, watches... that's why they're broken and unfixable.

'But... huh?'

'What's wrong?'

'No, it's just... this knife is surprisingly clean.'

Summarizing their story, this must have been dropped by someone and washed ashore.

And that someone is another tribe living far away.

Despite drifting a long distance, the knife showed no rust.

And for something dropped by a tribe member, the knife's design was oddly aggressive...

'If it's clean, that's good, right? Means we can use it a lot!'

'Well, yeah.'

'Alright! After fishing, let's take it back and show everyone!'

The kids cheered and focused back on fishing.

I got poked in the side.

'You're always the slowest at catching fish! Hurry up and move your hands!'

'Ah, yeah...'

I cut off my thoughts, thinking, "No use thinking about it now."

Besides, there was hope in the kids' words.

If we follow the river, we might reach another tribe's territory.

And there, they use metal products. In other words...

--They have contact with modern civilization.

If we can just get there, that's enough.

The language might be different, but we can learn it.

And if we keep visiting such tribes in order... we can go home!

Escaping this forest suddenly feels more realistic.

Well, but...

'You're still terrible at fishing, huh?'

'S-Sorry...'

Before that, I need to improve my hunting skills.

In the end, I was the last to finish fishing that day--

***

I walked behind the kids.

As always, I was at the very back.

The village came into view.

I stretched, saying, "Ah, I'm tired," and noticed something strange.

"...Huh? What's this?"

The atmosphere was different from usual.

Everyone in the tribe was gathered in the center of the village.

And they were looking down at something.

A cold shiver ran down my spine.

"...What?"

Through the gaps in the crowd, I caught a glimpse.

It was a human foot.

What everyone was looking down at...

What was lying in the center...

--Was a person.

"No way... It can't be..."

I stumbled towards it.

A ringing filled my ears, and my vision narrowed.

There was no mistake.

I didn't want to admit it. But I couldn't help but understand.

Because I recognized that foot--.