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Volume 1: Childhood

Chapter 1: Ordinary Me, Reincarnated

If I had to describe my life in one word, I would say it is a boring stamp rally.

I wasn’t born to rich parents, nor did I suffer from any unusual misfortunes. I went to elementary school, middle school, high school, and college on a scholarship.

Although I had a bit of trouble finding a job, I was able to join a printing company just a 10-minute walk from the apartment where I lived alone during college.

From there, I continued to put the same stamp on my life.

On weekdays, I walk to work, and on weekends, I spend my time at home sleeping or watching YouTube, playing shadow games while streaming Vtubers, and before I know it, my day off is over.

It’s not like I have a hobby.

Sure, watching streams and playing social games may be my hobbies, but I don't have any money, so I don't throw money at them or charge for their services.

It's not like I'm going to make any big changes, and I'm not going to jump into any events on my own.

So my life is a stamp rally, just stamping the same shaped stamps day after day after day.

"Ah, I want a girlfriend.”

I don't really think it’s a big deal, but I mutter this in my room in order to give my life a little more "urgency," even if only a little.

It's really just lip service.

I don't think of going to places where I can meet people, and I don't think of using matching apps. I'm afraid of STDs because I heard that they're all the rage these days.

I don't want to try something strange and fail.

I don't want to get caught up in anything.

After all, I'm loving this life of no alternatives.

I took my eyes off my phone and looked out the window, where the evening sun was shining through.

“I need to buy some rice.”

I don't cook for myself.

I'm a guy living alone, I don't have a girlfriend, and I don't have any expensive hobbies, so I get every meal at a convenience store. Convenience store meals are easy because I don't have to think about it.

I always have a set of 550 yen ramen noodles and a vegetable juice that I buy just to be healthy.

The sunset shone on me as I walked out of the room with only my keys and phone.

“...... My life is nothing.”

That's what I want, and that's fine.

But am I really satisfied with my life?

“Stop. It doesn't make sense to think like that.”

Shaking my head, I denied my own thoughts.

Then I looked around to see if anyone was watching my odd behavior and let out a breath of relief that no one was there.

I felt a little eerie that no one was out and about on a Sunday evening, but the sun was still up so I didn't need to worry about it, and that's when I decided to open up Twitter.

Right in front of me was a creepy guy.

“Ha, ha ......."

His shoulders were going up and down as he breathed heavily as though he had just had a hard workout, and his eyes were looking at me with something fierce. No, he's staring at me. The winter is already here, and his skinny body, wearing only a tank top, looks awfully cold in the autumn wind.

Yeah, it's so creepy.

I thought and looked down at my phone.

It's best not to get involved with people like this.

That was a bad idea.

"...... haa!"

Creepy sound from a creepy guy.

The moment it reached my ears, something pierced my chest.

"Aagh......!"

I tried to speak, but all that came out of my mouth was a strange sound.

I realized it was my voice and I fell to the ground at the same time.

“Haha! Hey, it's you! You've been staring at me this whole time! You bugged my house, you even put a surveillance camera on me! 」

The guy was saying something, but I couldn't hear him.

It wasn't supposed to come in!

It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!

The pain was burning my brain.

My chest hurt so bad I couldn't think.

I can't breathe. I don't know whether to inhale, exhale, or nothing.

I get dizzy. I can't see the man.

Warmth floods from my body and I suddenly feel cold.

My vision fades to black.

I die.

“I don't want to ...... die.”

I don't want to die.

I don't want to die.

I don't want to die, but my body won't stop bleeding.

I'm dying.

And then I lost consciousness.

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When I woke up, there was a wooden ceiling.

A hospital maybe...? No, a hospital would be more inorganic. Then where am I?

I thought to myself, trying to raise my upper body to see my body......

“Ah..."

I couldn't lift my body.

My head is too heavy to be lifted. Another thing I noticed was that my voice is so high pitched, unlike my previous voice.

What’s this?

What’s going on?

Anyway, I wanted to know what was going on with my body, so I lifted up my hand and there was a white, squishy arm.

"...... Huh?"

I tried to say, "What the hell," but my mouth wouldn't move.

I moved my tongue to explore the inside of my mouth and I noticed something amazing.

Not a single tooth.

Did they pull my teeth out?

No. That doesn't explain this situation.

My emotions overflowed at this incomprehensible situation, and I involuntarily began to cry.

"Fugyaa! Fugyaa!”

While I was crying like that, a woman appeared with the sound of flapping and reassuring footsteps.

However, she was so big that she was several times taller than me.

The woman, who was several times my size, gently took me in her arms.

“Itsuki, are you hungry?”

She began to soothe me.

I was too old to be soothed, but I was calmed down by that.

I could feel the emotions that had overflowed unintentionally, quickly fading away in my chest.

"Did you miss me? You're a good boy, aren't you?”

Listening to the woman's voice, which was unusually soothing, I began to understand the situation.

Small, white arms.

A mouth that can't speak.

Not a single tooth.

And above all, the name "Itsuki," which doesn't even have a single letter of my name.

I can't think about it… I don't even want to think about it, but it seems I've become a baby.

“Your father will be home in a little while.”

“......mmm.”

What I hear is Japanese, and the mother-like woman in front of me is Japanese.

It seems that I was born again in Japan....?　

If so, what happened to my dead body? I'd like to see if there's a TV.

I tried to move my head, but it was too heavy and wouldn't move.

Why....?

I thought, "Why is it so heavy?" But then my memories of what I had learned in home economics class came back to me, and I understood.

This body still doesn’t have a neck and the head is still sitting on the body.

So I moved my eyes to look around the room, but there was no TV.

On the contrary, there is only a futon for the baby to sleep on in the room.

The floor is tatami mats, and the room is separated by fusuma sliding doors instead of doors, so it looks like a very old Japanese-style building.

Perhaps I had been born into a very rich family.

I was relieved to think so.

I’m a winner just for being born in Japan in the first place, but being born into a rich family is a blessing in disguise. I don't think I'll die anytime soon from this.

It would have been different if I had been born in an unsafe or poor country.

I don't want to die anymore.

Such a natural thought was stuck in my head.

I still remember the pain in my chest where I was stabbed with a knife or kitchen knife.

I would do anything to escape that pain.

The pain was so intense that I would have done anything to escape it.

I felt a sense of bottomless relief, and at the same time, drowsiness came over me.

A baby's body can fall asleep quickly even when it's not doing anything.

With that thought, I closed my eyes and felt my body being put to sleep.

It must have been my mother who laid me down on the futon.

I suddenly felt a sense of relief, and thought I would just fall asleep.

I was about to fall asleep when my mother clasped her hands together tightly.

“I hope you will turn 3 years old safely.”

She strongly prayed for something.

I had never raised a child before, so those words haunted my ears.

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