"Look, dear, he is awake!!"
A cheerful male voice rang in my ears, startling me awake. It was filled with so much excitement that even in my half-conscious state, I could tell the speaker was overjoyed.
"Yes, dear, he is awake. Our child is awake."
This second voice was calm, serene, almost melodic. A woman's voice.
My blurry vision cleared little by little, and I froze.
In front of me were… giants. Enormous figures, towering above me. The one holding me had long hair, gentle eyes, and a smile that looked almost divine. Her hands wrapped around me like blankets.
I did the only logical thing a newborn reincarnated protagonist could do in such a situation:
"Neh neh owa owa!!!"
I began crying like the world was ending.
Inside, however, my thoughts were far from a baby's.God… you promised me safety in this world… but it looks like we'll be meeting again sooner than I thought!
"Oh no! He's crying! Calm him down!" The giant woman panicked.
"Yes, yes, I'm trying!" The male voice—the giant who must have been my father—was equally flustered.
Through the tears blurring my eyes, I noticed two more giants standing nearby. They weren't quite as big as the first two, but from my perspective, they still looked terrifyingly large.
After what felt like an eternity (but was apparently just two hours of crying and squirming), I finally pieced the truth together.
The giants weren't giants.I was small.
No… I was tiny.
The truth hit me like lightning: I was a baby.
The woman holding me was my mother. The man beside her was my father. The other two were… my sisters.
Life went on in this strange new body. My senses slowly adjusted, and I discovered something shocking.
"Mother, looks like little brother pooped his pants again!!"
That… that was why I'd felt lighter a moment ago.
Yes. That was the day I realized one of the darkest, most shameful secrets of my new life. One that I would bury in the bottomless abyss of my soul, never to be spoken of again
PART-1: TWO YEARS OLD
Time passed quickly. Two years since my reincarnation. My tiny body grew stronger, though my mind remained that of Harumei Shinna.
I discovered something miraculous: despite being in a different world with a different language, I could understand, speak, and even read fluently. It had to be another blessing from God.
Over these years, I learned more about my surroundings.
First—there was no magic. No sorcery, no fireballs, no enchanted swords. This world was almost the same as Earth, just much less advanced.
Second—my new family. My mother's name was Mika, gentle and graceful. My father's name was Atsumuni, a strong man with a slightly rough but kind nature. My sisters were Saki, fifteen, and Lata, thirteen. They treated me with so much affection that sometimes I felt spoiled.
Third—society. From the window of our mud-and-stone house, I saw horses pulling carts, people fetching water, and villagers trading in the marketplace. This world was like an old rural village from Earth, untouched by modern technology.
But there was something pure about it. The air was fresh. The water, clean. No smoke from factories, no roar of cars. A simplicity Earth had long forgotten.
One morning, I sat by the doorway, playing with pebbles, when I overheard voices(Just for the show.).
"Good morning, Mika." A woman called out. It was Aunt Anya, our neighbor.
"Good morning, Anya," my mother replied warmly.
"Good morning, Itsuki. You look so cute!!"
That was my name in this life—Itsuki.
I turned, waved, and stammered out, "G-go-good m-morning Aun-Anya."
My childish stutter was deliberate. I had to maintain the illusion of a normal toddler, not reveal that I was already reincarnated with the mind of a teenager.
Anya gasped, eyes sparkling. "Oh my! He can already speak so well at just two years old! He's definitely a genius!"
"Yes," my mother puffed her chest proudly. "My child is definitely a genius."
At that moment, my father entered the house. His clothes were dusty, and he looked tired.
"Good morning, Atsumuni," Anya greeted.
"Good morning," he replied, wiping sweat from his forehead.
My mother frowned. "What happened, honey?"
"I went hunting, but my bow broke," Father admitted, sighing. "I've used it for three years. It was precious to me."
Everyone grew quiet. I thought quickly.
"Mama… I-is Daddy a weapon maniac?"
Silence. Then—
"Gah!!" My father clutched his chest as if I'd stabbed him.
Mother and Aunt Anya burst out laughing.
"Your son knows how to lighten the mood," Anya chuckled. "He makes everyone happy just by speaking."
"Yeah… maybe it's the blessing of the gods," my mother said softly, looking at me.
Inside, I smiled. Yeah… it really is.
Part-2
Twelve years had passed since I was reborn in this world. I was now thirteen years old.
My life here was peaceful—far more than my previous one. Every night, my family gathered around the table, laughing, eating, teasing each other. My sisters bickered over silly things, my parents shared knowing smiles, and I laughed along.
Sometimes it felt too good to be true.
At night, lying in bed, I'd stare at the ceiling. Can this happiness really last forever?
Whenever that doubt crept in, I remembered the god. His promise. His sincerity. And I would let myself sleep, comforted.
That night, though, something unusual happened.
As I drifted off, I suddenly found myself standing in a white room. The same white room as before.
A calm presence approached.
'Long time no see. How are you doing?'
I smiled faintly. "It's been a while, God. I'm fine. How about you?"
'Oh? You recognized me right away.'
"Of course. Who else could create a space like this?"
He laughed. 'Hahaha. Anyways… Happy Birthday.'
I blinked. "Oh yeah, today I turned thirteen. Thank you."
'I came here to give you a small birthday present.'
"Oh? What is it?"
'You'll know when you wake up.'
"Always with the secrets," I muttered, but I couldn't help smiling. "Well… thank you in advance."
'Take care of yourself until we meet again.' His voice carried warmth.
"I will."
And the white room faded.
When I woke, something warm rested on my chest.
I peeked down—and gasped.
A small puppy, with soft golden fur, was sleeping peacefully on me. Its tiny breaths tickled my skin.
"So you're my gift," I whispered, gently patting its head.
The puppy stirred but didn't resist. It looked so impossibly cute that I half-joked to myself, I want to eat him!
The puppy shuddered in fear, as if it had heard my thought.
"Ah—did I make a bad first impression?" I sighed, scooping him up carefully.
When I walked into the living room, still holding the puppy, I froze.
"Happy Birthday, Itsuki!"
"Happy Birthday!"
"Happy Birthday, little brother!"
"Happy Birthday, Itsuki!"
"Happy Birthday, little champ!"
My mother, father, sisters, Aunt Anya, and what looked like the entire village shouted in unison.
I nearly had a heart attack. "Wh-what the hell!? You almost killed me! I literally saw an old gramps waving to me from the other side of the river!!"
Everyone laughed at my exaggerated anger.
"Don't worry, Itsuki," Father said proudly, resting a heavy hand on my shoulder. "Nothing will ever happen to you. As long as we're here, you're safe."
"We'd even fight the gods themselves if it meant protecting you," Mother added softly.
My throat tightened. Their love was overwhelming.
Then Lata gasped. "Oh! You have a puppy with you!"
Saki's eyes sparkled. "He's adorable! Mother, can we keep him?"
I held the puppy up. "He was asleep on my belly when I woke up."
My sisters immediately pressed their hands together, giving Mother their deadliest "puppy eyes."
"Please, Mother! Please let us keep him!"
""" Please, Mother!""" I joined them for good measure.
The crowd watching us went wild. Some villagers actually had nosebleeds from how cute the scene was.
Mother's face twitched as she tried to keep her composure. "Ugh… fine!" she said, turning away to hide her own nosebleed.
"Yay! Thank you, Mother!"
And so, my thirteenth birthday began—with laughter, love, and the newest member of our family: a tiny golden puppy.
That night, as the villagers cheered and my family surrounded me, I thought of the god once more.
Thank you… for this life