Glory to earth magic! , By : Torimaru Karasuma / 已己巳己

“Ogya! Ogya!”

That day, a cheerful cry resounds in the mansion.

“Oh, madam! It’s a healthy boy!”

An old woman holds the baby, she then washes it in hot water. She wraps the baby in a white cloth and passes to the beautiful women with red hair.

“Ah …… I wanted to meet you …… my cute boy!”

The beautiful woman in front of my eyes has such an amazing smile, it’s like I’m looking at the painting of a model.

I’m also trying to say something.

“Ah Wu”

I was only making noises and was not able to speak any words.

If you had good intuition, you could have already guessed the baby was me.

Apparently I was in a familiar novel like situation …… reincarnation.

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A few days has passed after I had reincarnated (temporary). (EN:Idk)

I had to organize the situation while resting in what looks like a baby bed.

First of all, I can say that before I was a baby, I was a 20-year-old man  part-time worker in Japan, there I was usually called a geek. (EN: It can also be ‘Otaku’)

In the era of student grades,  people were especially lower in physical education (which could be arts and crafts found in elementary school) classes is what they did not know how to do, but my school was represented against other schools in exercise activities. I was much more into home economics and technology.

There was also my friend that could do a number of things, one day I had confessed to her,

“I’m sorry, I do not look at you as a love interest, but I think of you as a good friend”

With those common words, I had been dumped.

Let’s stay as good friends in the future? Things became estranged after the confession with us pretending it didn’t happen.

If it was now, I would see it being something of youth. However, there are anxious people who chicken out and don’t even confess, is it because without a complaint, I was doing fun and stupid stuff while going into geekdom.

Why was it me that was reincarnated?

Well, some of the fiction uses the reason for reincarnating being, death, an accident caused by God, or being chosen by whim by God to reincarnate and getting a cheat ability. All those reincarnations have death in common ……

I would be reincarnated after death because what’s in commons with my situation is that I didn’t meet with a white bearded template god or some little girl God figure.

There might be a clue to the reason I died.

I had been living in a room of a 2F apartment, that day, it was raining and the stairs were not slip proof.

When I noticed I was already a baby, slipping was probably the cause of my death.

It was the end of a disappointing life, I would not go as a cool Harlem series hero protagonist, take a bullet for girls that were about to get hit by a car in reality.

Conversely, being run over by a tractor is more of a protagonist death that might have become a story. (EN: Google is screwing with me with ‘Ranobe Toka’ and protagonist.)

Well, that’s surely how I died.

That being said from a baby, I’ll try to settle down for this life start over.

Now I am holding back the memory that causes me to have delusions because it would cause problems if I said anything about it.

The problem is that I have to start again from a baby.

“Alba. How have you been? It’s time for dinner,”

The identity of the problem is coming here.

The door opened, from it came a beautiful example of a woman with red hair.

This person, judging from the situation is probably my mother.

From face value, this can at least be seen as not Japan from me being referred to as Alba and her western looking face.

I could not speak English, I did not even know most specks of it, now I can hear what is commonly understood as Japanese.

Well, this is a protagonist way of thinking because I was reincarnated.

Now matter how much I considered it and tried to get my to an appropriate conclusion, I couldn’t do it.

“Well then, drink a lot?”

Mother reveals her chest and carries me up.

How much did mother say, it looks like a beauty is exposing her chest unsuspectingly, to a young virgin such as I, there was a strong stimulus.

However, due to some spirit or law, something pulled onto my body, it could also be instinct as a baby as I began to drink the milk.

As such, there are things such as changing time and the diaper of the meal, in a sense, that baby play was not nothing more than shame play!

There was also the grudge with God to not know or at the very least being able to choose where I wanted to start when the baby food came.

 Nice if you could make any sense of it.