TING TING TING TING
"Ughhh…"
A small hand pushed out of the blanket and hit the alarm clock twice before finally stopping the noise.
"…why is it so loud…"
Ren slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. It was white, clean, and way too plain compared to what he remembered. No cracks, no posters, nothing. Just… clean.
"…this isn't my room."
He blinked a few times, letting his vision adjust. The bed felt softer than expected, the blanket lighter, and even the air felt different.
"…okay."
He sat up slowly and looked around. The room was bigger than what a normal kid would have. A large bed, neatly arranged shelves, a desk near the window, and curtains that looked expensive even without touching them.
"…this looks rich."
He scratched his head, trying to process everything.
Then it clicked.
"…ah."
"I got reincarnated."
He said it casually, like he just remembered something small.
No panic. No shouting. Just a long sigh.
"…seriously?"
He fell back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling again.
"I thought that only happens in novels…"
He raised his hand and looked at it. Smaller. Softer.
"…and I didn't even get a system."
He waited for a few seconds.
Nothing.
"…no voice, no screen…"
Silence.
"…wow. okay. hard mode."
He sat up again and stretched his arms.
"Well… at least I'm alive."
He got out of bed and walked toward the bathroom. His body moved naturally, like he already knew where to go.
He grabbed the toothbrush, opened the toothpaste, and lazily looked up—
Then paused.
"…oh."
A kid stared back at him in the mirror.
Golden hair, slightly messy. Red eyes that looked a bit sharp for a child. Smooth skin. Small face.
Ren leaned closer.
"…wait."
He turned his head left and right, checking himself.
"…I'm handsome."
He paused.
"…like, actually handsome."
A slow grin appeared.
"…this is unfair."
He touched his cheek, then nodded.
"…yeah, this is definitely better."
After a few more seconds, he shrugged.
"…alright, enough."
He started brushing his teeth like nothing happened.
After washing up, he wiped his face and looked at the mirror again.
"Let's confirm."
He pointed at himself.
"I'm Ren Amamiya."
"Five years old."
"Reincarnated."
He lowered his hand.
"…and that's all I know."
No memories. No background. Nothing.
"…kinda rough."
But he didn't look too bothered.
"…I'll figure it out."
He walked downstairs, following the smell of food. The dining area was already prepared. Long table, clean setup, everything arranged perfectly.
At the head of the table sat a man reading documents.
"…sit."
Ren walked over and sat down.
"…good morning?"
The man glanced at him briefly.
"…morning."
Short. Straight.
Ren picked up his spoon and took a bite.
"…this is good."
"…of course it is."
Ren blinked.
"…fair."
They continued eating in silence. It wasn't awkward, just quiet.
Ren glanced at the man across him.
Tall. Calm. Sharp eyes. Even while eating, he was reading documents.
"…are you busy?"
"…always."
"…sounds tiring."
"…it is."
Ren nodded.
"…then take breaks."
A small pause.
"…I'll consider it."
Ren froze for a second.
"…that worked?"
He quickly looked down and continued eating.
After breakfast, Ren walked around the house. The hallway was wide, the floor spotless, and the staff moved quietly like they didn't want to disturb anything.
"…yeah, we're rich."
But not flashy.
No gold decorations. No unnecessary luxury.
Everything felt controlled.
"…business family."
From what he could tell, they had money, staff, and structure. But not that overwhelming presence.
"…not top-tier."
He muttered to himself.
"…mid-level."
Not bad.
But not amazing either.
He went back to his room and jumped onto the bed.
"…so this is my new life."
He stretched out and stared at the ceiling.
"…no debt."
"…no stress."
"…good face."
"…rich family."
He raised his hand again.
"…this is kinda broken."
A small grin appeared.
"…I like it."
He rolled onto his side.
"…no need to rush."
No big plans yet.
No need to act smart.
"…I've got time."
Later that day, while walking around, he saw a maid struggling to carry a box.
"…that looks heavy."
She panicked when she saw him.
"R-Ren-sama! I can handle it—"
Ren walked over and grabbed the other side.
"…now it's lighter."
She froze for a second.
"…ah…"
They placed the box on a table.
"…thank you…"
"…no problem."
He waved his hand and walked away.
"…that was normal."
That night, Ren stood by the window.
The city stretched out in front of him.
Lights everywhere. Cars moving.
"…Tokyo."
It felt familiar, but also new.
"…new life, huh…"
He crossed his arms.
"…I wonder if anything interesting will happen."
A small smile appeared.
"…well…"
"…I'm rich, so that's already a good start."
He laughed quietly.
"…let's just enjoy it."
He jumped onto his bed.
"…and if things get boring…"
He closed his eyes.
"…I'll make it interesting."