My name is Hakubi Washuu, and I’m the Universe’s Greatest Genius.
Or, at least, that’s what I like to tell people.
The truth, of course, is much less exciting.
And wouldn’t you know it, Nataku figured it out, more or less.
“Anybody can become a genius—or whatever else they want to be—if they live long enough,” she’d said in a dismissive manner when I introduced myself to her again after she recovered.
I still haven’t thought of the right snappy comeback for that yet.
I suppose her attitude problem is my fault. I didn’t do a good enough job of putting her in complete stasis way back when I was first starting to harbor suspicions towards Kagato—I had been much more worried about Ryouko. And then, when the accident happened, all I could do to put her back together was based on the data collected over that same time. I’ve tried to edit out as much of the traumatic experiences, but there’s just enough residual, subconscious stuff there for her to resent me.
Ryouko, of course, forgave me, because she’s my daughter and she understands me better than anyone (except perhaps Tenchi). But Nataku and I have no such connection, and every attempt so far hasn’t resulted in much progress.
Still, I’m not one to give up. Each failure is just an opportunity to learn something new about her. Sooner or later, I’ll know her inside and out, and then I’ll make my move.
You think being a genius is that easy, hm, girl?
You have no idea.