Japan
Tengu city
In an apartment, a young man was fast asleep, soon the young man's eyes suddenly opened little by little until finally they opened completely. he immediately got out of bed and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Where...is this" he mumbled while looking around the room where he lived.
A single bed with crisp white sheets and a gray blanket folded with military precision. There were no posters on the walls, no conspicuous personal items-it was a guest room, not a permanent residence. However, it was precisely from this orderliness that this room seemed to carve out a space for quiet, away from the hustle of the outside world.
"Is this another world? I thought I died from being stabbed in the back when I beat up that gang"
"so where am I?"
Hadn't he just been killed?
How could he suddenly be in a room?
Confusion was clearly visible in his eyes, he looked around to understand what really happened. While he was thinking about it, suddenly the pain attacked his head as if it was stabbed by thousands of sharp needles making him scream in pain.
"AAARRRRGGHHHH!!!" the deafening scream echoed throughout the room.
After five minutes of screaming, the pain finally subsided and was replaced by an unfamiliar memory entering his head.
"Huh....so I'm really reincarnated? I thought that only existed in novels, I didn't think it really happened to me."
"so this body is named Arashi kaito, a 17 year old orphan living in tengu city, the parents of this body died when he was 6 years old due to an accident"
After his parents died kaito lived in an orphanage on the outskirts of tengu city. when kaito was 16 years old he decided to leave the orphanage and started living in a rented apartment in tengu city.
After thinking about it again, kaito couldn't help but feel sad.
"huh...even in this world I'm still an orphan"
A moment later kaito realized something that made him think
"wait a minute...tengu city? Don't tell me I reincarnated in Date a live world?"
kaito almost screamed out loud when he realized that he was in a world where beautiful and cute but dangerous spirits were popping up in the city where he lived. let's not forget about the special forces assigned to deal with the popping up spirits while wearing technologically advanced armor that can fly freely in the sky
Isn't this world dangerous?
Yes although the spirits are very beautiful and cute, but that doesn't change the fact that they are dangerous creatures that can kill humans easily
"hah.... why do I have to be reincarnated in this dangerous world" kaito sighed helplessly thinking of this happening to him
"Never mind, I will live this second life peacefully, no need to think about the spirits because there is already a mc who takes care of them"
Kaito also stood up from his sitting position and walked towards the window while opening the shutter
Morning sunlight shines on kaito's face, looking at the view of skyscrapers neatly arranged as far as the eye can see, seeing that view kaito became a little relaxed as if the burden of thoughts that haunted him just now just disappeared
"I think I'd better take a shower first"
kaito immediately went out of his room to the living room
The living room was not spacious, but neatly arranged, almost like a catalog. A light gray sofa was attached to the wall, in front of which was a coffee table made of dark brown wood without the slightest stain. There were no excessive decorative pillows, no scattered blankets-just simple functionality.
The small kitchen in the corner of Kaito's apartment looked like it had never really been used, despite the fact that he often cooked simple meals for himself. The countertops were shiny clean, with no grease stains or crumbs. The two-burner stove stood tall in silence, flanked by a wooden cutting board hung neatly on the wall and a small spice rack with salt, pepper, and a few bottles of soy sauce arranged in a row.
There are no flashy decorations. Everything is functional and efficient. The white plywood upper and lower cabinets look almost sterile, with only one or two clear glasses and white porcelain plates filling the shelves-enough for one person.
The sink in the corner was spotlessly dry, with no dirty dishes or dripping water. Even the hanging washcloths were neatly folded, as if they had just been ironed. In the corner, a small fridge stood still, its body without any magnets or notes-only the reflection of lamplight reflected off its shiny surface.
"This apartment isn't bad either, it turns out that kaito has the same taste as me, quiet and not overdone"
After observing his apartment for a while, Kaito walked to the bathroom located near the kitchen.
A few moments later, Kaito came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel that only covered her waist up to her knees.
After that, Kaito went straight to his room to get clothes.
While standing in front of the mirror kaito immediately froze, dumbfounded at what he saw which was a reflection of himself
What the hell!!!
In front of her was a 180 cm tall young man with an undeniable aura - electrifying yet graceful, like a storm dancing on the surface of a lake. His hair was silvery white, standing wildly like the wind that refused to submit to rules. Her eyes, crystal blue as clear as the winter sky, held something more than just power-a secret, perhaps an old wound, or simply a reflection of unwavering confidence. His face has a sharp, symmetrical structure-a firm jaw that forms a masculine silhouette without being harsh.
His cheeks and chin are slender, yet not overly gaunt, in balance with his clean, firm jawline. His nose was upright and straight, giving the impression of nobility, as if every inch of his face was painted with care by an artist's hand.In that face, many things were hidden: jokes, dangers, and secrets he would never share.
He is someone who with one look can make you ask: is he a savior, or the end of everything?
His body stood tall, perfectly sculpted like the artwork of the gods. Every curve of muscle in his chest depicted strength born not just from training, but from a long struggle against human limits. His broad chest rose and fell slowly, signaling a breath that was calm despite its explosive potential.
His shoulders are broad and sturdy, as if they could carry the weight of the world. The muscles of his arms are prominent, clearly outlined all the way down to his forearms, like steel bars that are flexible yet unbreakable. Every movement, no matter how small, showed absolute control over his body-a harmony of strength and discipline.
His abdomen was layered with layers of hard muscle, symmetrical and defined with eight squares, depicting years of unforgiving discipline.
What appeared in front of him was a very similar or even a direct copy of the anime character that kaito remembered so well from his previous life, only more muscular yet still lean.
Excitement was clearly visible on kaito's face when he saw his face and body in the mirror which made him almost shout for joy.
"damn, I look so much like one of my favorite anime characters"
Yes the anime character kaito is referring to is none other than gojo satoru.
"hahahaha....it's really crazy, I look so handsome and cool, wait a minute...doesn't that mean I look better than itsuka shido?"
Kaito observed himself once again while stroking his chin and said narcissistically
But it's true right?
A gojo satoru's good looks certainly cannot be compared to a boy who has just hit puberty.
"Huh....but what's the point of looking handsome if I don't have any powers?"
Remembering this, kaito couldn't help but sigh helplessly while thinking about his fate.
Suddenly, a cold mechanical voice sounded in his mind
[ding!]