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"...Huh?"
Suddenly, I realized I had spoken out loud. What's going on? What happened? I don't know. But suddenly, I feel like something inside me has changed. Wait, what exactly has changed? This sudden shift in my thought process made me stop in my tracks.
"Souta, what's wrong?"
"Eh, no. It's nothing, sis."
"Really? Weirdo Souta."
The young girl, who was laughing at me for suddenly stopping, gently took my hand. I was surprised by this act, which should have been normal. Wait, why am I being led by such a small girl? Oh, right, she's my sister. It's normal for me to be led by her, considering my age... But then, my thoughts stopped again.
I felt a sense of urgency, anxiety, and fear because I couldn't understand. Yet, there was a part of me that felt like this was normal. Even the height of my gaze as I walked felt strange. I thought my line of sight was higher.
"Sis, my name was Souta, right?"
"What kind of question is that? Yes, I'm your big sister, Kuramoto Manami, and you're my little brother, Souta."
"...How old am I?"
"Are you okay? Let's see, I'm eleven, and you're four years younger than me, so you're seven."
"Are there any other siblings? Like a big brother?"
"Stop it, Souta, you're weird. Our family consists of mom, dad, me, and you. Or do you want a big brother instead of a big sister?"
I hurriedly denied it, seeing my sister pouting. She sulks for a long time if I don't. ...That's right, I know her. Our family structure is exactly as she said. But why do I feel so much discomfort?
Why do I feel like I didn't have a sister? Why do I feel like I had a brother? Even though my sister has always been by my side since I was born. I remember everything from these past seven years. Of course, there are many things I don't remember clearly before kindergarten...
"...Wait, could I really think like this?"
Being seven means I'm probably in first or second grade of elementary school. Kids this age... I remember my mom laughing at the dinner table, talking about how my brother and I were aliens when we were kids... Wait, wait, wait.
...Hey, why do I remember that? I'm seven years old. I can't be at a dinner table with alcohol. Alcohol is bad for your health until you're twenty... Wait, why do I know that? Why does Souta, who is seven years old, know about alcohol? That thought sent a chill down my spine.
"Souta, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. But when we get home, I'll rest a bit."
"Okay, I'll tell mom for you."
Good sister. Unlike that idiot brother who dragged me out to play soccer even when I was tired.
...There it is again. I feel sick from memories that don't match. I cover my mouth, feeling nauseous, while my sister panics. I apologize to her in my mind and we hurry home.
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At home, I lie down on my bed and borrow my sister's history textbook when she's not in the room. The content seems new to me, but I feel like I've seen it somewhere before. This wasn't happening yesterday. Something changed inside me on the way home from school. That's for sure.
The discrepancies between the history I know and what's in the textbook, and some natural disasters I've never heard of. I even borrowed my sister's math textbook and felt a sense of nostalgia. I tried solving some problems on the back of an origami paper, and I could solve them. That made me even more confused.
"Besides, it's strange that I can read a history textbook at all. There are so many kanji characters I haven't learned yet, but I understand their readings and meanings..."
It's creepy. That's how I honestly feel. If I could rejoice and think, "Wow, I'm a genius!", it might have been easier on my mind. It's certainly convenient, but more than that, I know this situation is abnormal. It's scary that I can think so calmly about this.
"...But what's really creepy is this weird feeling inside my body."
I gently touch my chest. It's not just about my mind; the strongest sense of discomfort comes from something inside my body. The more I calm down, the stronger the discomfort becomes. This is definitely my body. But it feels like there's something foreign inside me, something that doesn't belong. That's the creepiest part for me.
I want to spit it out. Maybe if I do, this confusing state will improve a bit. But I can't vomit in the room I share with my sister. It would worry her, and as a man, I don't want her to see me like that. So I decide to go out.
"Aah, Souta. Are you feeling better now?"
"Yes, sis. I'm feeling a bit better, so I'm going out to get some fresh air."
I leave the room and go downstairs, where I meet my worried-looking sister. I can't exactly tell her I'm going out to vomit.
"Are you going alone? Should I come with you?"
"No, this is a matter of male dignity."
"Huh? Um, is it something important?"
"Yes, it's important for a man."
"Ah, I see. It's that thing we learned about in school, adolescence, right? Got it!"
The word 'adolescence' is powerful. I'm only seven, though. And sis, are you really okay with that explanation?
"Um, well, I'll be going then."
"Okay, but make sure to come back by five o'clock. And it's a rule in the Kuramoto family to tell someone where you're going."
"Haha, that's right. There's a small plaza surrounded by trees near the factory, right? I'm going there."
"That place is usually deserted. It's not well-maintained, so the grass is overgrown."
"I just want to relax and look at the sky in a place where no one else is around."
"Hmm, if anything happens, make sure to shout loudly, okay? And run away properly. Got it?"
"Yes, got it."
I think it's sweet that she's so worried, but at the same time, it's amusing to see her trying so hard to be a good sister. Until yesterday, her worry was both reassuring and a bit annoying. I shrug at my condescending thoughts and get on the bicycle parked next to the house. I've been to the plaza a few times, so I should remember the way. I pedal hard while imagining a map in my head.
Kuramoto Souta, second grade elementary school student. Currently seven years old. I'm going out to clear my head a bit.
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"So, I tried my best a few times, but nothing came out."
I arrived at the usually deserted plaza, and since what I had to do was what I had to do, I went further into the back and coughed violently. However, there was no sign of whatever was inside my body coming out. I even used the grass growing around to tickle my nose and coughed hard, but to no avail. I didn't have the courage to put my hands or grass in my mouth, so I didn't actually vomit. It would be a shame to dirty my clothes.
"But if that's not working, what should I do?"
I put my hand on my chin and sat down on a nearby railing. The strange feeling inside my body hasn't gone away. Should I see a doctor? But until yesterday, I felt like this feeling was normal. In other words, at the same time as my sudden increase in intelligence, I started to feel this discomfort. It's as if this something was never supposed to be in a human body.
"...Maybe I should try shouting? Like a sudden burst of energy?"
I clenched my fist tightly and looked around. It would be embarrassing if someone saw me. It would be a black mark on my history if a friend saw me. Since this place is near a factory, the sound of machines should drown out my shout. That's why there aren't many people here. After confirming that no one was around, I stood up from the railing I was sitting on and took a deep breath.
Not just my voice, but maybe I should use my whole body. Like, spreading my legs, stomping the ground, and thrusting both hands forward. That might help whatever it is come out. But as I prepare, I realized I don't know what to shout. My legs are spread, and my hands are about to thrust forward. And then a loud voice. It reminds me of a scene from an anime I watched last night. I don't know what to shout, and it's a bit embarrassing, but as a boy, there's one thing I've always wanted to say out loud. So, I nodded to myself.
I took a stance and took a deep breath. If I'm going to do something, I should do it thoroughly. So, I'll do it with all my might. Take this, whatever you are inside me. And get out! With my shout!
"Take this, Dragon Ball!"
With all my heart, my full-body movement and voice echoed throughout the plaza.
...Wait, wait, wait! What? Dragon Ball? Isn't it supposed to be Kamehameha? What kind of cheesy naming is that for a powerful technique, based on the anime's title... And what kind of anime title is "Drag-Sobol"? And it's super popular among kids? The protagonist's name is Soramago Satoru... It sounds like a Chinese-style name, but it's super Japanese!
My inner complaints were louder than my shout. As I opened my eyes, for some reason, my body started to glow. I was too shocked by the anime's naming to notice. But I was really curious! Who am I complaining to? I don't even know. The sudden brightness made my eyes dazzle, and I instinctively closed them. My breath stopped for a moment.
Then, the next moment I was conscious again, I heard a sound like metal rolling on the ground, clang. I cautiously opened my eyes and saw a crimson spear glowing in front of me. It wasn't a toy. Its appearance and presence told me it was real.
Honestly, I was confused. But I felt like that spear was mine. Like it was a part of me that had always been by my side. At the same time, I realized that the discomfort I had felt inside me was completely gone. After touching my body to confirm, I cautiously looked at the spear again.
I somehow intuitively felt that the source of the discomfort was this spear. That's ridiculous, I thought, but at the same time, my body seemed to accept it without any basis. It's okay to touch this. This is a part of me. And for some reason, I believed it.
I reached out my hand. Maybe I was captivated by the crimson glow. Maybe I wasn't thinking at all. But I didn't stop. Just as I was about to touch it, I hesitated for a moment, but I made up my mind and grabbed the crimson spear with both hands.
"—!"
Suddenly, I heard a voice that resonated in my brain. It was somewhat mechanical but had a sense of will. I couldn't tell if it was male or female. There were so many things I didn't know. But I found the answers to what this spear was, who I was, and what this world was.
The Sacred Gear, Ruin Lonscalelett, the Crimson Spear of Annihilation.
As soon as I touched the red spear, a flood of knowledge entered me. I don't know this spear itself, but I know about Sacred Gears, races other than humans, and the terrifying nature of this world. I don't know why I know this, but I know that this knowledge is not a lie. It's been shown to me vividly.
The missing pieces and confused knowledge in my mind came together to form a complete picture. If I just realized and accepted it, it was simple. I am Kuramoto Souta. But I have the memories and knowledge of another person who is not me. I am me, but maybe this is what they call memories of a past life. Finally, I felt relieved as the anxiety that had been nagging at me subsided.
And at the same time, a dry smile appeared on my face. Seriously, this is bad. This is seriously bad. I know about this world. And in my past life, I've read and enjoyed fanfiction set in this world. But why me? Why this world of all places?
There's no character named Souta in the original work that I know of. I've never seen this Sacred Gear before either. That means I'm a character who doesn't appear in the original work. In a normal manga, I might be happy about that. As a mob character, if I don't get involved with the original characters, I might be safe. But in this original work,... mobs die left and right. Even ordinary people die quite a bit. Having a Sacred Gear increases the danger level even more. The original characters are also in danger, but since their actions are somewhat predictable, I might be able to plan an escape or prepare myself mentally.
But unfortunately, I'm a mob. I could be killed off suddenly by the world's circumstances or the background of the original work. Even if I were to die suddenly tomorrow, I wouldn't have any grounds to complain, that's how cruel this world is to mobs. It's a gag comedy harem novel with beautiful girls, but it's filled with ecchi scenes where characters power up by poking their nipples. What kind of world is this? The protagonist group is too favored. Be kinder to ordinary people and mobs!
"First of all, what the hell is the Crimson Spear of Annihilation, Ruin Lonscalelett?! Is it a power that annihilates things as its name and color suggest?! Who do you think you are, some kind of siscon demon king and switch princess?!"
Is this strong?! Can I survive in this world?! I might get smacked down by the old Mao faction because of my color and abilities, you know?! Those guys would definitely do that, I'm telling you! And since I have a Sacred Gear, there's a possibility of being reincarnated as a demon, killed by a fallen angel, hunted by a fanatical church believer, or recruited by a terrorist organization... All of these are possible flags!!
"At least, an ordinary person without a Sacred Gear... Even that's a bit scary with rogue demons and whatnot. But getting involved with the original work is also scary. What is this world that's seriously dangerous..."
I could do nothing but hang my head in despair. I hoped it was a mistake, but it seemed that I had been reincarnated. Into this otherworldly and dangerous world of High School D×D, where many races coexist.
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Hello my cultured friends, Dr. Smakk here.
Please tell me your thoughts about the first chapter.
I decided to make this at least 300+ chapters**,** and for that**,** I will need your support :3
If you like it**,** please check out my original work: Read Runaway Romeo (ML) and Dark World Reborn (ML).