My name is King Tanaka.
　........unfortunately, that's my real name.

　It's what's called a "shiny name", and it seems to be the result of thinking that since my last name is too common, I should at least make my name stand out.

　In case you're wondering, the name was given to me in the hope that I'd become a person who stands above others, not because of a cesarean section.

　Well, I don't think that wish is going to come true either.

　I'm lying in a hospital bed right now.
　........but for some reason, I was looking down at my figure from the air.

　Around me are my parents, my two older sisters, and the doctors and nurses who have been taking care of me for years.

　The doctor checked my pulse and said, "It's the end of the line.

'It's the end of the line.

　It seems that I have died.
　Looking down at my bed like this, I wonder if I am a spirit or something.

　I'm a first year junior high school student.
　I'm sure the world will think my death was untimely, but I've lived a long time.

　I had a congenital disease.
　Because of this, when I was born, I was told that I would only live about five years.

　But I was able to live more than twice that long, until I was in junior high school.
　I think that's enough.

　I could hardly go to school.
　I spent most of my time at home or in a hospital bed, not being able to play outside.

　If I could be reborn, I would like to be born again, this time with a strong enough body to play to the fullest.
　And by the way, I would like to be given a more normal name.

　As I was thinking about this, a gentle light fell from the sky.
　It seemed that we were being welcomed.

　Eventually, my consciousness began to fade away and--







　.... hmm?

　The next thing I knew I was sleeping in a strange room.
　Where am I?

　It's not my home, and it's not a hospital.
　It's a room I've never seen before at all.

'Oh!　Oh!　Oh!

　I heard crying from next to me and tried to turn around to face it.
　I tried to turn around, but I couldn't put any strength into my neck.

　I struggled to turn my head, but the baby was there, crying.
　He may have just been born or he doesn't have much hair.

　Why am I sleeping with a baby?
　And my body isn't moving well....

　And then someone comes into the room.

What's the matter?　What's going on?!

　It was a very beautiful sister who ran up to the girl in a hurry.
　She had a half-formed face and somehow her hair was bright red.

''Oh!　Oh!　Oh!
Doh-doh-doh!

　The older sister picks up the girl and soothes her, but she's not used to it or she's rattling around.
　I mean, "dodo dodo" is probably what they use for horses and such.

　When the girl finally stopped crying and fell asleep, she let out a sigh with a tired look on her face.

　Then she looked at me.

But then again, you don't cry at all, do you?

　No, no, no, I'm already in middle school.
　There's no way I'm going to cry.

　Just as I was thinking that, my sister stretched out her arms and lifted me up.
　Fah!

　I was sick in bed for a long time, so I'm petite compared to my peers, and of course I'm light in weight, but I still weighed more than forty kilos.
　The older sister lifted it lightly.

　Could it be that she was an arm wrestling champion?
　It doesn't look like it.

　I was hugged by my sister's chest.
　I mean, they're so big!
　My breasts, which are half-full of my body...wait, wait, wait.

　It's not that.
　It's not that your sister has big breasts.
　Well, I mean, maybe they are big, but that doesn't matter now.

　I'm getting smaller.

　Puffy little hands.
　It's a baby's hands.

　I'm not going to be able to get out of it.

　--I'm not going to be able to get it right.

　I've been thinking about this for a while now.







　It's the reincarnation of another world.

　A few days passed and I was convinced of that.
　I'm sure it's because I used to read a lot of comics, games and novels instead of playing with my friends.

　The red-haired lady wasn't my sister, she looked like my mother.
　The color of her hair, which would be inconceivable on Earth, makes sense when you consider that this is a different world.

　It's not that she's dyeing her hair, it's her natural hair.
　In fact, both me and the girl sleeping next to me had red-colored hair.

　The girl seemed to be my twin sister.
　She's not a reincarnated person unlike me because she cries a lot, like a baby.
　She is not a reincarnated person unlike me, because she is crying frequently like a baby.

　Of course, I was a junior high school student in a previous life, so I couldn't do something so embarrassing.

''Uh-oh.''

　He still can't speak properly, so he insists with a grunt.

'Are you in the bathroom?'
Ah.
'It's amazing how much you understand toilets for a newborn.

　My sister and my mother carry me to the bathroom with admiration.
　As expected, I can't do it on my own, so I have no choice but to ask her to help me.
　You can see the lower half of my body exposed, but.......well, I had to put up with that.

　It's a baby, of course, but the food is breast milk.

　It can't be helped!
　If you don't drink it, you won't grow up, and most importantly, if you don't want to drink it, they'll look at you like you're very sad!

　Fortunately, being a baby seems to have made her lose her s*x drive and she doesn't get excited.
　I'm glad I didn't get into that awful state of lusting after my mother's breasts.