[The current Gilgamesh shows no signs of being a tyrant.]
[You see this result and are quite satisfied.]
[Although the later Gilgamesh is remembered by the world as unreasonable and a tyrant who randomly squandered treasures, the current him, under your education, has a good reputation.]
[Whether in battle or etiquette,]
[he has reached a level that makes Ninsun and Lugalbanda applaud. They attribute most of the credit to you, believing that your brilliance has illuminated Gilgamesh.]
[Perhaps, because you were not blessed by the gods from birth,]
[Ninsun and Lugalbanda seem to be compensating. They are evidently more concerned about you than about Gilgamesh.]
[—The blessed Gilgamesh and you, who are rejected by the gods.]
[You two brothers are like the two sides of a coin, presenting two different aspects.]
[Of course, you do not care about the blessings of the gods and do not feel that you lack anything. The blessings of the gods are not what you need; you never think you are missing something.]
[As a person living in this world,]
[you have the care of your parents and elders, the desire to protect the woman you love, and the vision and ambition to observe this age of gods.]
[You could say you lack nothing at all.]
[The only ones who feel indebted are Ninsun and Lugalbanda, and there's nothing you can do about it.]
[Who told them to be your parents in this life?]
[This also leads to even Gilgamesh being able to feel that his parents somewhat favor you.]
[Jealousy between brothers,]
[this is something that exists to some extent.]
[But for the two of you, it's not a problem. If there's any dissatisfaction, you can resolve it in the simplest way of this era: through the clash of fists between men.]
[Though barbaric, it also fits the style.]
[This is Mesopotamia, one of the cradles of human civilization, where violence is the main theme.]
[The spirit of warriors blows across this land.]
[Gilgamesh acknowledges your status as an older brother, but that doesn't mean he is willing to fall behind.]
[Even though he is just a boy now, he still wants to prove to his parents that he is not inferior to you. That pride has been with him since birth and is his own brilliant light.]
[Thus, he repeatedly challenges you.]
[Even if he loses, he won't be discouraged, as if no matter how fierce the flames, they cannot extinguish his proud spirit.]
[You find this quite interesting.]
[Having a brother like this who constantly chases after you, even if you walk ahead, you will still look back to see how far he has come.]
[Right now, Gilgamesh is once again launching a new round of challenges at you.]
[However, the outcome is quite obvious.]
[A mere young Gilgamesh against you, who has thousands of years of experience—there's no need to say more about the outcome.]
[In a dense forest where no gods can be found,]
[that is where you both are.]
"Gah! So, so despicable! When did this chain suddenly appear!? This isn't even a proper battle—!"
"Hahaha, little Gil, you're still too young. You didn't even consider the environment and just thought about fighting me, tsk tsk tsk…"
Moran teased with a smile, shaking his head.
He can create a singularity with his blood and directly manipulate the local ley lines and spatial phenomena.
Without any means to counter the space, there's almost no possibility of threatening Moran. Plus, he has extremely powerful conceptualization.
Faced with this power that can reconstruct the world, even Gilgamesh, no matter how wise, cannot cope.
"Ugh! I lost… do whatever you want! But that doesn't mean I'll submit to you. Although I can't beat you now, I will definitely surpass you in the future!"
"Whoa? What a tough guy."
Moran praised him as if reading a book.
At times like this, he enjoys deflating Gilgamesh's spirit. He wants to prevent his little brother from growing up with that "I'm the best" attitude.
Educating a child must start from a young age.
Otherwise, it will be difficult when they grow up.
"Well then, without further ado, the loser must face the shame of defeat. Let your dear older brother give you a proper lesson right now."
As Moran spoke, he produced a feather as if performing a magic trick.
In an instant, Gilgamesh, bound by conceptualization, felt a chill run down his spine.
Looking at Moran's malicious gaze,
which hid a joyful smile.
"Hehe, having pride is good, but that resilience cannot be lacking. So, this is a test that belongs only to the loser.
I believe that if you, Gil, can endure this torment, you will definitely reach greater heights in the future."
"Uwah wah… no… it can't be…"
Gilgamesh seemed to realize something.
His clever mind couldn't help but figure out what kind of bad idea his older brother was thinking.
Originally, he was determined to never yield.
At this moment, however, fear appeared on his face.
"Damn it… no… you can't… you mustn't do this… no way…!"
Gilgamesh stammered in terror.
Goosebumps covered his body, and cold sweat poured down the back of his head.
—At this moment, Moran was more terrifying and frightening to the young Gilgamesh than a billion murderers.
"Why not? I said that the loser must accept the consequences.
Not only will I do this, but I will also record it, make billions of copies, and later share it with the people of Mesopotamia for their enjoyment! Let them see how unyielding the great Gilgamesh is!"
Moran looked completely like a villain.
He casually tossed Gilgamesh's boots aside and began the most simple and unadorned torture.
"Hahaha! Gil, this is the training/humiliation I want to give you!
Stupid little brother, just accept it! Enjoy it. Then hate me, resent me, and keep getting stronger to surpass me!"
Moran extended the feather in his hand.
The feather continuously tickled the soles of Gilgamesh's feet.
Each back-and-forth tickle felt like it was constantly stimulating his nerves, and uncontrollable laughter flowed from his mouth.
"Stop, stop—! Damn it, hahahahaha—!!"
The infectious laughter echoed through the forest.
But this laughter was far from the only one; another laugh was clearly wild and joyful.
It was like a wicked demon king.
Just hearing it was enough to instill fear.
This guy, as an older brother, was utterly mischievous.