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(...part-1..)
My eyes felt heavy.
(Where am I?)
(Oh! Right, I was hit by a truck. Maybe I was rushed to a hospital afterward, and I'm currently in a hospital!)
I thought the heaviness in my eyes was because I was injured.
I slowly opened them, even though they still felt heavy.
Once my eyes adjusted to the brightness, I found a young blonde woman gazing at me.
A beautiful girl…
No, a beautiful woman? Would that be more appropriate?
Wait—do hospitals nowadays hire idols as nurses?
(Wait, something about her clothing is off… for a nurse.)
The ceiling was also made of wood. The light was coming from a lamp instead of a light bulb.
(WHAT THE HELL?!)
"$@-xx-@!"
A second voice followed.
Even though the language was unfamiliar, I could distinguish it clearly.
I traced the source. It was undoubtedly a man.
I was right.
Beside her stood a platinumblonde-haired man, giving me a stiff smile.
A strong, arrogant-looking man.
(Whoa! His muscles were amazing.)
Platinum hair, the arrogant type. Looking at his robust appearance, I should have felt repulsed. Strangely enough, though, I didn't feel he was unpleasant.
(Is it because I admire his muscles?)
His hair was a pretty shade of platinum.
It looked natural.
"-----XX-----XXXX"
The woman cracked a smile as she watched me and said something.
What was she saying? Feeling fuzzy, I couldn't hear clearly and didn't understand it at all.
Could it be that it's not Hindi? It's not English either.
Maybe a South Indian language?
"------XXXXX----XXX," the man replied with a gentle expression.Really, what did he just say? I couldn't understand it at all.
"------XX-----XXX"
A third voice came from somewhere.
I couldn't see them. Maybe another nurse? It was a female voice.
I tried to sit up and ask them, "Where is this place, and who are you?"
Even if I were a social outcast—
(In Japan, I was what they called a 'shut-in'.)
Either way, I still wouldn't be a complete failure at communication.I could still do something like this.
"Ah… Ah—"
(Eh? What happened to my voice?)
My voice stopped in my throat.
I couldn't tell whether what came out was a groan or just heavy breathing.
My body wouldn't move.
I could feel sensations in my fingers and wrists, but my upper body refused to respond.
"XXX--XXXXX"
In the end, the man lifted me up.
(Huh? How? I weigh more than 80 kg.)
No—maybe I had been in a coma for dozens of days, and my body weight had dropped.
(As if! It would still be impossible to lift a human that easily.)
I let out a sigh internally.
But the accident that happened to me wasn't a normal one.
It was a huge incident. There was a large possibility I'd lose an arm or a leg.
(A fate worse than death, hah… It was a miracle I was alive.)
On that day, those were my thoughts.
As I tried to ignore the faces the young man was making—
—[Part 2]—
A month passed.
I finally realized a fact.
I wasn't in a hospital, nor was I in a coma.
It seemed I had died in that accident and been reincarnated.
I had become a baby.
I confirmed it when I was lifted up with my head supported and my own body entered my sight.
(It was the first time since being born again that I cried.)
I didn't know why, but…
I still had my memories, and there was nothing bad about retaining them.More than anything, it felt like a wonder.
Retaining memories upon reincarnation—anyone would have entertained such delusions at least once.
But I never thought that delusion would become reality…I never thought it would happen to me, of all people.
The young man and woman I saw after being born were a couple, and they seemed to be my parents.
Parents, huh?
At what angle do they look like parents?They were probably in the early half of their twenties.
Clearly, they were younger than me in my past life.
From the perspective of a 34-year-old, it was fine to call them young.
It really made me worry that they had children at that age.
(Well, it would be bad news if the police found out.)
I had noticed it from the start, but I didn't seem to be in India—my home country.
The language was different. My parents' faces didn't look Indian. Their clothes resembled those of a native village.
I couldn't see anything resembling an electronic device.
There was someone wearing a maid's apron, cleaning with a cloth.
The utensils, bowls, and furniture were all roughly made from wood.
It was probably not a developed country.
The light didn't come from bulbs, but from candles and lamps.
Of course, there was the possibility that they were very poor and couldn't afford electricity.
…That possibility might have been quite high.
I thought they had some money, since there was someone dressed like a maid.
But it wouldn't be strange if she were just a relative helping out.
I wanted to start afresh, but living in a family that couldn't even pay electricity bills made me uneasy.
--Part 3--
Half a year passed.
Listening to my parents' conversations during that time, I began to understand things bit by bit.
I could now use some normal words.
And like that, a few more days passed.
It was a fact I completely accepted: I wasn't in India.
But—
It seemed I wasn't even on Earth.
Yes. I was in an entirely new world.
The otherworldly things around me led me to that conclusion.
One of the most obvious ones was—
{Magic.}
Yes, magic exists.
I realized this just recently.
That day…
By then, I was able to crawl.
Being able to move was a wonderful thing.
I had never felt such gratitude for movement.
In my previous life, I hated leaving my room.
The memory brought a wave of past trauma, and I fell silent.
"He'll run somewhere else the moment I look away."
"Isn't it good that he's active? I was so worried when he didn't cry at all when he was born."
"But… even now, he doesn't cry."
My parents had this discussion while watching me crawl around.
Well, I was more of a science nerd in my previous life, so I couldn't resist researching my new surroundings.
As for the crying…
Mentally, I wasn't at an age where I'd cry loudly just because I was hungry.
But even if I tried to hold it in, things from below would still leak out, so I gave up worrying about it.
Even with just crawling, I learned a lot.
First of all, this family was actually fairly well-off.
The civilization itself was the only poor thing.
(A huge concern for someone who had experienced modern wonders.)
The house was a two-story wooden building with more than five rooms. They even had a hired maid.
Her name was Mira.
I recently noticed she had wolf ears.
(Maybe beastmen?)
At first, I thought my parents might also be beastmen, but they seemed human.
The place was a village.
From the window, I could see tranquil farmland.
Other houses were scattered around, and beyond the wheat fields, I could see two or three families.
It was a rural place.
There were no electric wires, lamps, or anything similar. Maybe there wasn't even a generator nearby.
I had heard that some foreign countries placed wires underground, but even then, it was strange this house had no electricity.
It was too rural.
Painfully so, for someone raised by civilization.
Even if it was reincarnation, I still wanted my science e-books.
That way of thinking ended one afternoon.
With nothing to do, I climbed onto a chair as usual to admire the fields.
When I looked outside, I froze.
Father was swinging a sword in the courtyard.
(Wha—huh? What is he doing?Is my dad still into that at his age? Is this what they call chuunibyou in Japan?)
(Ah, crap…)
From the shock, I fell off the chair.
My undeveloped hands grabbed the edge, but they couldn't support my weight.The back of my head hit the floor first.
"Kyaa!"
I heard a scream just as I hit the ground.
My mother spotted me, dropped the laundry, and rushed over with panic written all over her face.
"Arya! Are you okay? Does it hurt?"
She lifted me up and examined me closely.
After a moment, she placed a hand on her chest, relieved.
"…Phew. You seem fine."
(Miss, you shouldn't move someone after a head injury.) I complained silently.
There was a throbbing pain at the back of my head, but grabbing the chair had slowed my fall.
Seeing that she wasn't panicking, I guessed there was no bleeding—just a bump.
(It still hurts, though.)
Mother carefully checked my head.
Her expression suggested that even a small injury worried her deeply.
Finally, she placed her hand on my head.
"To be safe… let the power of God be converted into a bountiful crop, and bestowed unto those who have lost the strength to stand once more—『Healing』."
I nearly shouted, "Hey, hey, is this this world's version of 'pain, pain, go away'?"
(That thing was famous even in India.)
Or was it that, along with my sword-wielding father, my mother was also a chuunibyou?
A warrior and a cleric's marriage?
Just as I thought that—
Her hand emitted a faint glow.
And instantly, the pain vanished.
(…Eh?)
"See? It's okay now. After all, your mum was a renowned adventurer and an high class cleric" she said proudly.
My mind plunged into chaos.
Sword. Warrior. Adventurer. Healing. Chanting. Cleric.
What was that just now?
"What's wrong?"
My father looked in through the window, his body drenched in sweat.
"It's nothing, dear. Arya just fell from the chair."
"Well, well, it's not good if a boy isn't active."
"But… if you say so. Haha."
A worried mother, and a father who brushed it off.
A familiar scene.
But my mother didn't back down.
"Just a moment, dear. Our child isn't even a year old. Worry a little more."
"A child needs to grow sturdy. Besides, even if he's hurt, can't you treat him?"
"But I keep imagining him getting seriously injured and me being unable to help…"
"He'll be fine."
(Hey! Don't use me as an excuse to flirt.)
My father embraced her tightly.
My mother's face turned red.
"I was worried when he didn't cry at first, but if he's this naughty, he'll be fine…"
He kissed her.
Hey—don't do this in front of a child.
I was a virgin in my previous life.
That wasn't the end of it.
At night, they put me to sleep in the next room, went upstairs, and began working on giving me siblings.
Even on the second floor, I could hear the nyan nyan sounds… damn successful offline people.
They were lively for their age.
(But… magic, huh.)
My science-nerd instincts burned with excitement.
Eventually, I fell asleep despite the suspicious noises.
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To be continued ;)
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