Chapter 2,Part1
Chapter2,Part1
Chapter 2.1. I’ve Been Reincarnated
It was early in the morning, and one old man, dressed in a suit, you could find anywhere, was riding the long escalator at a train station. It was still early in the morning, and no one else was on the escalator but me. I thought that was unusual to see no one else on the escalator in Tokyo, but I stood on the left side anyway.
There is an unspoken agreement that the escalator is for people who do not climb the escalator on the left side. The right side is for people who walk up the escalator. I heard it is different in the Kanto and Kansai regions, where it is the opposite. I also wonder if walking up the escalator is against the misdemeanor law, I think to myself with a drowsy smile. Either way, I have no intention of walking up the mountain. It’s tiring, and I don’t see the point of running up the escalator.
So I took it easy and waited for the escalator to reach the top. For a high-speed escalator, it is fast. So fast that I wondered if any daredevil would run up this high-speed escalator.
Looking back, I realized in the future that it was probably a ‘flag’, and I had thought of that. But I didn’t particularly care at the time. Nothing would have happened if it hadn’t been for the man running next to me with his wild footsteps.
Hmm? I noticed the footsteps but did not look back. That’s how fast the high-speed escalator is, and the escalator at this station is incredibly long. There was a possibility that I might turn around and fall.
So, although I was concerned about it, I left it as it was. I think most people would have done the same. They are curious, but they don’t express that curiosity anymore. With age, curiosity tipped the scales of laziness and loss.
I heard footsteps approaching and saw a man running up beside me at a tremendous pace. He was a young man of small stature. He was dressed normally, sweating, and breathing heavily. I thought he was going on a trip because he was carrying a trunk case with tires. The kind with a puller people use when traveling abroad.
I thought he was going to be late for his tour or was going to miss his flight. That would be the pattern. I thought about how brave he was to run up the high-speed escalator as I watched him run up the escalator.
But that was until the young man slipped and fell. Of all things, the young man slipped his foot when he was almost at the top. Perhaps it was because he was relieved that he would arrive soon. There must have been a lack of exercise, his legs seemed wobbly.
The young man and his trunk case fell. I was a little lower than him, and get caught up in the unfortunate thing and rolled off. With a clunk, my body hit the corner of the escalator stairs, causing severe pain. I heard the sound of bones snapping, and then my body stopped moving, and I fell to the bottom.
Seriously? I thought in horror at the immobility of my body and the lack of injury. I knew it. This is a fatal wound. I was going to die, I thought through my fading vision.
This young man, I don’t forgive him. Don’t drag me into this. I almost cry. I’m single. I have been saving for my retirement, which amounts to 50 million yen. Either the government will confiscate it, or my relatives will take it. Either way, there will be nothing left for me. I can’t bring the money to the Sanzu River.
I should have lived more luxuriously. I wanted to drink sake worth tens of thousands of yen, stay in a suite for several hundred thousand yen per night, and travel abroad. Regret is all that strikes me.
There is no such thing as the world of death. There would be no hell or heaven. I wanted to live a luxurious life, and I thought I had died regretting my life.
Yes, I did die. My life ended there.
And a new life began.
When I came to, I was a baby.
“Ahh ahh…”
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move my arms and legs. What is this?
At first, I thought I had survived. I could have survived with serious injuries. But I soon realized. Because a strange man was looking at me, he looked happy to see me. He didn’t even look like a doctor.
He also said something to me.
“Baby, it’s daddy!”
A man with a face that was not handsome enough to be called handsome, but had a charming face, said this to me in a happy tone. I managed to move my hand and found it was as tiny as an autumn leaf. It seemed to be my hand.
I see, I might have been reincarnated. Now I am a baby. It may be a dream, but it is more hopeful to think that I have been reincarnated. I’ll enjoy this life, even if I wake up tomorrow. But then I realized something else that frightened me.
I was overwhelmed with fear.
“Agyah!”
I cried out. What was the reason for my fear?
Babies don’t have their heads fixed, so they can’t move. If I tried to move like an adult, I might die or left with a disability.
I’m scared. I’m afraid of this life. Am I embarrassed to be a baby? No, it’s not that. Babies are prone to death. They are like glasswork. When I become a baby, I cried out in horror at my body’s fragility before I felt embarrassed or anything like that.
So I hardly moved until I could crawl, and my parents worried about me as a baby.
I don’t remember much about my terrifying baby life. But my parents were good-looking and had a good-natured personality. When I cried at night, my father would soothe me even though he had to work the next day. And he didn’t even look tired or unhappy.
.
My mother was sleeping peacefully and comfortably while my father was doing the same.
I was astonished. These parents are very accomplished people. Not only are they good friends. They are not only good friends but also have good personalities. They have both.
Because the wive don’t show it. She could have looked disgusted with me, or at the very least, could have looked tired. And yet, she smiles at me and soothes me.
I was moved and thought, this is the best family I’ve ever had. I was impressed. My reincarnation was the best environment.
I became very fond of my parents and vowed to do my best to prevent the breakdown of their marriage.
First of all, I would try not to cry at night.
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