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Otto:  Re:Zero CHAPTER 5 OTTO SUWEN 1 —To the young Otto Suwen, the world was a cradle straight out of hell. “xxxxxxx” “” “***! ****—! !” Unceasingly, twenty-four hours a day, Otto continued to hear incomprehensible voices. Sometimes, they were weeping aloud; sometimes, they were crazed with anger; sometimes, they sounded like songs; sometimes, they sounded like death cries. Little by little, the voices forced Otto to be their audience. No matter where he was in the world, the voices would not release the young Otto from their grip. —How did everyone else live while taking such a noisy world for granted? Such was the question Otto lived with in that hell, where he could not even hear the voices of the people next to him as he pleased. When his parents picked him up, he could not hear whatever it is they said along with their smiles. No matter how deep the affection in their words, their voices were swallowed up by background noise, never reaching Otto’s comprehension. The reason Otto had grown up without a smile, without anger, without tears, and with virtually nothing worthy of calling an emotion was because to Otto, everything happening on the outside sounded like the exact same thing. His parents struggled to understand their son’s abnormality. They had him assessed by various healers, who strove mightily to ascertain the cause. But Otto’s abnormality was a listening deficiency because he was hearing too much—something utterly incomprehensible to those who did not possess his blessing. Hence, it was only natural that his parents’ love shifted away from Otto and onto his older and younger brothers. Unlike Otto, his two siblings grew up without difficulty, thriving as they were raised with love for three. He did not resent his parents or his siblings for this. One might say that he did not have enough concern for others to resent them, but even he was able to understand that his family had tried their best. Even if he could not understand it in words, he was grateful—particularly to his older brother. —If voices could not reach, perhaps he could express his thoughts through writing? Realizing this, it was his older brother who began trying to read aloud to Otto. Taught by his brother, Otto began to learn the written word. However, learning proved exceptionally difficult. After all, he could not use sound to comprehend the meaning of words. Even though Otto came to understand what individual words meant, it took ten times longer for him to learn than for a normal child as he spent day after day facing a desk. Fortunately, this did not seem like suffering to him. Ironically, it was not because Otto was desensitized to hard work; to the young Otto, unable to live a normal life, study was a way to kill time.
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Otto:  "—Thank you for everything.” Otto remembered the day when his parents broke down in tears at the page upon which he’d written his clumsy words of gratitude.