I gave him a questionable look.
"Who they heck are you?!"
The white being just stood their, silent.
He was huge, ginormous by the way. So I looked like an ant compated to him.
Mind you, I have only seen is upper body and he was still a behemoth.
From what I can make of his movements, he looked down at me.
"You have died....you are now here...inside my sub-realm...where I am basically your god.."
I looked at him in confusion.
"What on earth are you talking about?"
"You are not on earth or anywhere near earth"
He just made me more confused than I already was.
"To make it easier for you to understand, I am a god and you have died to which this is the place that you can choose between going to heaven or living another life. This place is neither hell nor heaven."
I think I understand....
"I see, so I have died and I am here to decide whether I want to stay in the atferlife or be born as someone else..."
"Precisely"
Right then and there, the thought crossed my mind.
Hey, god, what happened to Mrs. Hanashi, my homeroom teacher?!.."
The god fell silent and then a loud hum blarred.
"She is fine, she had contacted the police station and had the armed men arrested, taken to jail."
Great!!
I'm glad she was not harmed to a certain extent.
"You can be reincarnated into a normal world with normal beings or another world similar to a mortal's fantasy setting, your choosing.."
I understood gradually.
"Okay, I hear what your saying....I'll choose fantasy.."
"Is that your final decision?"
"Yes!"
Without a moment, another portal appeared under me and sucked me in.
"Naji Rokujo, you shall be reincarnated as a child from humble villagers in a small country!"
I hope I'll have a good life.
As I grasp reality, I slowly open me eyes, seeing everything around me.
"Waaaahh~ Waaaahaaaaa~!!!"
"How cute..."
"I now have a grandson!"
"Calm down!!"
I think I'm being held by a woman.
Her hands feel soft.
"Thank the gods!!"
Her voice is so feminine.
She raises me up and I get to see her.
She's pretty!
She smiles at me as continuous tears roll down her cheeks.
"Hold him"
She gives me to someone else and guess who it was...
If you guessed my grandparents, no.
If you guessed a cousin, no.
It was my dad who was equally attractive, a very handsome man.
He raises me up above his head with a huge smile on his face.
"Welcome to the family!!!"
Everyone breaks out into celebration.
From what I see, there's about as many people as a class would have.
Everybody starts taking turns holding me.
The first person to hold me were my grandparents, specifially my grandmother.
"You're just an adorable thing!"
The next to hold we were cousins.
"Such a beautiful child.."
"He's too cute!"
"Hey, I wanna hold him!!"
Everyone seemed so happy to hold me.
I'm grateful that I was born into this type of family.
Let's jump ahead a month.
Apparently, I have been reborn into a very big and popoular family called the "Rovlik's" and I am the only child.
I was finally able to confirm that after hearing it from some of my folks talking in the room next to the one I'm ucrrently residing in. But why did I still have all of my memories from my past life? Not complaining, it's just odd to be reborn with the their memories intact.
The two people I first saw when I came to must have been my
parents. If I had to guess, I'd say they were in their early twenties. They look really young, super young but talk and act very maturely.
Early on, I'd realized that I wasn't in Japan; the language was
different, and my parents didn't sport Japanese facial features. They also wore what appeared to be some form of old-timey clothing. I didn't see anything that resembled home appliances; a woman in a maid outfit came by and cleaned with a rag.
Seemed like my parents were well off.
The furniture, eating utensils, and the like were all crudely fashioned from wood and some from plastic...I think...
We didn't even have electric lighting, only candles and oil lamps.
Perhaps my parents were so poor that they couldn't afford to pay
the electric bill. The only way to have eletric lighting was to create it your own way. But how likely was that, really? Seeing as they had a maid, I figured that they must have money, but maybe the maid was my father's sister, or my mother's. That wouldn't be too odd. She'd at least help out with the housekeeping, right?
I had wished that I could go back and restart me past life,
but being born to a family in a world that was too old timey wasn't exactly what I'd had in mind.
A year went by very quickly.
After months of listening to my parents conversing, I'd begun
to pick up some of the language. My English grades had never been perfect, but I guess it's true what they say about how sticking solely to your native tongue makes it harder to advance in your studies.
Or maybe, given that I had a new body, my brain was better suited to learning this time? I felt like I had an unusual knack for remembering things, perhaps because I was still so young.
Around this time, I started learning to crawl as well. Being able
to move was a wonderful experience. I'd never been so grateful to have control of my own body.
"As soon as you do something else, that boy always vanishes somewhere."
My mom expressed those words.
"Hey, so long as he's good and healthy," my father replied,
watching me as I crawled around. "I was worried back when he was
born and he cried so much."
"I know, he's our little cry baby.."
I was the exact age to cry because I felt the slightest change in my body temperature. The times I also let the wailing out were when I tried, and invariably failed, to stop myself from soiling my pants.
Even though I could only crawl, I learned a lot from being able to
move around. The first thing I learned was that this was definitely
the home of a rich family. The house was a wooden, two-story
structure with over seven separate rooms, and we had the one maid on staff. At first, I'd assumed she was my aunt or something, but given her dutiful attitude toward my mother and father,
I doubted she was family.
Our house was located in the countryside. Outside the windows
stretched a peaceful, pastoral landscape.
There were few other houses, just two or three nestled amidst
the wheat fields on any given side. We really were out in the sticks. I couldn't see any telephone poles or streetlights. There might not
even be a power station nearby. I'd heard that in some countries
they ran power cables underground, but if that were the case here, it was strange that our house didn't have electricity.
This place was way too rustical. It chaste on me, since I was
used to the consolations of modern civilization. Here I was, having been reborn, practically dying to get my hands on a ipad.
But all of that changed early one afternoon.
As the things I could do were pretty limited, I decided I'd look at
the scenery. I clambered onto a chair as I usually did in order to get a peek out through the window, and then my eyes went wide.
My father was in our yard, swinging a sword around.
What in the world was he doing?
He was old enough to know better than that.
Was this the kind of person my dad was?
Some sort of Otaku?
Uh-oh.
In my daze of astonishment, I started slipping from the
chair. My underdeveloped hands grabbed the chair, but couldn't
support my weight—not with how top-heavy my head made me—
and I fell. I hit the floor with a thud and immediately heard a cry of alarm. I saw my mother drop the load of laundry she was carrying, her face going pale as she brought her hand to her mouth.
"Rokujo! Are you all right?!"
She rushed to my side and picked me up. As she met my gaze, her expression slackened with relief, and she stroked my head.
"Aw, you're fine, see?"
Easy there, I thought. Careful with my head. I just whacked that thing. I kept whimpering with tears forming in my eyes.