I kinda feel hungry.
Oh, right. I still had leftover from last night's dinner. I should get something to eat.
…Huh?
Why is it so hard to get up?
Damnit…move!
A cold wave of panic crept through me.
Wait.
I couldn't feel my hands.
Or my feet.
What the hell…?
Wait…
I'm pretty sure my eyes are open right now…
But why is that I can't see anything?
wha--oh.
I guess I died…
Why don't I feel more sad.
Maybe this is how it feels to die with no regrets.
''So this is the after life…borinng!''
"Ahh--the hell!''
Am I going to float around in complete darkness forever!
"ahhh!''
This sucks so much. I just wanted a simple meal, not an eternity of silence. If this is the grand beyond, I'd trade it all for one last bite of that cold, leftover pasta.
Is there really nothing here.
No light.
No judgment.
"Daiki…''
A voice I hadn't heard in a while.
"Sup…''
Yet my body reacted as if no time had passed at all—like the distance between us was no longer than a single school day.
"…Mom?''
Wait.
Turn around.
Please.
The moment I finally turned around, a sharp sting pierced my eyes.
A blinding light.
Huh?
"--***--''
What did you say?
"--***--''
What is that small.
My vision slowly began to clear. The bright light faded and the weird shapes took form.
And that smell…
It's kind of like meat stew.
My eyes wandered the room and completely missed the strangest thing of all.
Or the rather…
The eyeballs.
Every single pair of eyes was locked on me, their owners wearing huge smiles.
Huh?
Just when I open my eyes, they sudden became heavy as hell. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep them open.
The next thing I knew, something warm was flowing into my mouth.
…
The morning sunlight pierced my eyes.
"ahhh!''
"--*****--''
"--**--''
Ah…
That really hurts.
Oh--shit, I really did get reincarnated.
In front of me was a woman who looked to be in her late thirties, along with a child who couldn't have been older than three.
Knock knock!
"--****--''
Who's that?
"--***--"
Huh?
"--****--"
I totally can't understand a single word they're saying.
"--***--"
No wonder babies cry when people talk to them.
Imagine spending nine months getting kicked around in the dark, only to come out and discover everyone is speaking complete nonsense.
At this point, I'd be crying too.
"--***"--"
"--**--"
The dude who just walked in must be my father, He looks like he can wrestle a bear and win.
Hell yeah!
"--**--"
"--**--"
Wait.
Why is he smiling like that?
Whoa, man.
Put me down.
PUT ME DOWM!
WHERE ARE WE GOING?!
MOM, HELP ME!
NOOOOOO!
I desperately looked toward my mother for help.
She was fast asleep.
Damn traitor.
"--**--"
Huh?
Hey, jerkass, I can't understand a damn word you're saying.
Wait, why is this dude taking so long to get to the end of the hallway.
"--**--!"
Dude, don't just start shouting like that!
"--**--"
Who is he?
"--**--"
My eyes were slowly analyzing him where I noticed.
He was floating in the air.
Magic, magic.
MAGIC!
THE HAVE MAGIC IN THIS WORLD!
Wait why is he looking at me like that?
I was never a person who liked kids, but if a baby whenever a baby laughed at something I did, it would be the highlight of my day.
But this asshole…
This asshole looked disgusted by me.
And he was the reason why muscle Dad was taking so long to reach the end of the hallway.
Because the idiot had flown right into Dad's path and gotten smacked on the head.
Serves you right, ass.
But still…pretty cool he can use magic.
The smell of cow poop came like a punch to face, mixed with dry grass.
So we're a family of farmers.
But being muscular doesn't mean you're immovable, though
Because I just fell into a pile of shit.
…Yeah.
I really got reincarnated.