At the kindergarten, many children were playing happily.
A snot-nosed little boy looked at the school gate with flickering eyes. After a moment, as if thinking of something, he glanced left and right. Seeing that the teacher was busy with other kids, he called his friend and sneakily headed toward the gate.
The kid, thinking he was about to get out to play, unconsciously let out a "geigeigei" giggle.
But things didn't go as planned. A tall figure suddenly blocked the way, with a pink-haired kid standing beside him.
The boy, still not recovered from his "geigeigei" giggling high, saw the teacher and his face immediately fell.
"T-Teach… Teacher!!!"
The female teacher smiled and said, "Where do you think you're going?"
"Ahem, um, I wanted to go to the bathroom."
"If you're going to the bathroom, why are you running toward the gate!"
The two kids couldn't withstand the pressure and apologized first. "Sorry, Teacher!"
The teacher grabbed both their hands and led them aside for a verbal lecture.
"You can't just run out like that. There are lots of bad people outside the kindergarten."
"There aren't that many bad people."
One of the kids grumbled discontentedly and turned his head away with a pout.
"You don't understand. There are tons of bad people nowadays. Don't think there aren't any just because you don't see them right now. They could be hiding behind any building, any tree, any corner—some really scary perverts who love kidnapping kids!"
"Really?"
Seeing the two kids seemed intimidated, the female teacher nodded seriously.
"Of course it's true. You can't do that again from now on, got it?"
"Yes!!"
After the teacher left, the two kids finally relaxed.
"Sigh! Looks like we can't just run out anymore. But how did the teacher notice so fast?"
"Yeah!… Wait."
The two kids looked at the pink-haired child who had been following the teacher. He was holding a lollipop, and something seemed to click as their brows furrowed.
Then they took small steps, tailing after the pink-haired kid.
"Saiki, you jerk—was it you who told the teacher? Just for that report-and-get-reward thing, right!"
The pink-haired kid stopped, slowly turned around with an extra-large lollipop still in his mouth, and shook his head.
Seeing that, how could they not understand? The two kids roared, "Liar!!"
"..."
Meanwhile, 300 meters away on top of a building, a teenager around fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a green T-shirt and black long pants, was hiding in a corner observing something.
If you looked carefully, the direction he was watching was exactly toward the kindergarten. Yes—this person was the really scary pervert who loves kidnapping kids…
[Who are you calling a pervert!!]
Saiki stood up from the corner, looked at the kindergarten where "he" was, and let out a relieved breath.
[Yare yare, looks like this really is my own timeline. I just went back to when I was little. But still, I should observe first and confirm if that person is me.]
[Viewers who watched TVB should know that two people from the same timeline can't exist at once, or they'll get forcibly squeezed out. But that might not apply to my world—it could squeeze me back to some other world. If I get squeezed into the most troublesome isekai world, things will get really bad. But there are plenty of people who look alike in the world, and since little me and current me suddenly existing in the same timeline won't be noticed by anyone.]
[Although I could use transformation to change into a female form, overall it doesn't mean much. If little me discovers it, no matter how I transform, once I'm found out it's over. Here I just need to be careful around my past self.]
The scene returned to the kindergarten.
The one licking the oversized lollipop was indeed Saiki—four-year-old little Saiki.
Little Saiki finished the lollipop in two or three bites and said indifferently, "Mm, yeah, it was me. So what?"
"You jerk, you actually admit it so boldly!"
"Nakamura told us to come teach him a lesson."
The other snot-nosed kid named Nakamura clenched his fists. "Okay."
Saiki casually put his hands in his pockets. "If you dare make a move, I'll tell the teacher and call your parents."
Hearing that, the two kids instantly panicked. "Damn it! If you're so tough, don't tell the teacher!"
Sure enough, no matter the era, as long as you're a kid, calling the teacher or parents is always the scariest thing.
"If there's nothing else, I'm leaving."
Little Saiki turned to go, but the two blocked his way.
"What do we do, Menta!"
One of them, a boy with glasses named Menta, pointed at little Saiki. "Saiki, let's duel! That way we don't have to call parents."
[Yare yare, why would I duel you?]
"I…"
The glasses boy was immediately at a loss. Shouldn't he have agreed right away?
Little Saiki smiled. "A duel is fine, but there has to be stakes. Go get some of your treasures to bet with me. The loser gives them to me."
"Ooh!!"
The glasses boy nodded in agreement. The corner of little Saiki's mouth curved slightly.
"Okay, let's go!"
Since they were still in kindergarten and couldn't fight with teachers around, the three fairly started a sand-building competition in the sandbox.
Soon…
Menta built a ball.
Nakamura built a triangle.
Little Saiki was more casual.
He just casually piled up a one-meter-tall miniature Titanic.
Nakamura: ...
Menta: ...
Little Saiki casually picked up the winning soccer ball, put on a mask, and prepared to leave.
"Wait, Saiki, we're not done yet! Again!"
Little Saiki was fearless. Next they competed in making things with clay.
Nakamura and Menta made a giraffe and a car, respectively.
This time little Saiki made something everyone knew well, something normal people would recognize right away as one of India's most famous "historical sites" and one of the "Seven Wonders of the World"—the Taj Mahal.
After that the others still wouldn't accept defeat and competed in a few more things, but no matter what, Saiki won completely.
In the end, little Saiki ignored Nakamura and Menta crying on the side. Looking invincible, he sat on a tricycle pedaling while holding the soccer ball, wearing a popular mask on his head, left hand holding pudding, right hand holding a popular plushie. Now Saiki had dominated the entire kindergarten and become its king.
Finally, unable to stand the two crying, little Saiki still smiled and comforted them.
"With this level you still come to challenge me? Heh, you're still way off. Way too far behind. You're still way too far behind ☝︎(｀ط´≠︎)"