Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

(Ku, painful......)

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I can't breathe and my body seems to tighten.

I wonder what happened?

Oh, yeah, I died in a train crash.

No, does feeling bitter still mean you're alive?

You saved me!?

I felt loose tightening my head softly.

My eyes won't open. And as usual, I can't breathe.

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It's the voice of a young man.

It kind of sounds like it's coming from a distance.

Is it someone who got involved in that train crash?

My body is no longer tight.

I felt my hand hanging around my shoulder and jaw and pulled over my head.

What the hell is this? Is that some kind of treatment?

My eyes won't open. And as usual, I can't breathe.

Painful.

And my body was wrapped in warm water. Is that a bath?

(Ku, bitter, i)

"Whoa, whoa, whoa."

I can breathe now so that I can peel. What? It tastes like blood.

"Boob, Boob"

It's the blood in my mouth or the liquid. I'm starting to be able to breathe as I spit out something.

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I hear a middle-aged woman. I don't know if I'm middle-aged because I don't see him.

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That's the voice of a young man I just heard.

(Isn't this a cure yet? Did I spit blood?

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What the hell happened to me?

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Still painful. Is it waiting for the order of the triage?

(Hey! Was I saved!? Which hospital is it?

"Ugh! Ugh, uh-huh!? Uh-huh?

(Is that it? Can't you talk?

"Ugh? Uh-huh?"

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This nurse (?), what are you talking about? Speak Japanese.

"#" $"# $, 0- &." # $#:, *] & %! # $& "!"

(Damn, what's going on?

"Ugh! Ugghhh?"

I wasn't seriously injured. The shoulder I should have hit doesn't hurt at all either.

And, I mean, I kind of figured out how I couldn't speak well. I was becoming a newborn baby. I opened my eyes, but I wondered if the disturbance was terrible. I found it difficult to see things.

I just wandered all over my body and my hands had puffy cute fingers and my arms were puffy. I couldn't move my body well, but my movements weren't inhibited, and I never felt any pain. I could bring my hand in front of me and observe, but I can't get up well. I can't even hit a turnaround.

I don't think my body has the strength. I saw my hands. I feel like I'm a baby, so I don't have muscle strength? I tried to move my body as much as I could, but I couldn't do it well, and it just felt like it was moving.

And it looks like someone's peeking into me and talking to me. I still feel like an outsider as per the word I heard earlier. I've tried to try to talk to him, but he can't seem to move his vocal cords well, and all he can say is "agoo" or "agoo". Shit, I was born with a disability?

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Damn, don't hold me weird. Your palms are hard and painful. [M] I tried to complain, but I couldn't control this anger emotion, and I scream with passion.

"Uh-oh, uh-oh"

Oh, shit, it's not so painful, but unbearable, and this one just wants to communicate somehow.

Maybe it took me about three months to figure out a lot.

1. Perhaps I was reborn. Keep your memory.

2. The place of rebirth is foreign. Is that Europe?

I'm pretty sure you don't speak English. It's not even German or French, so I guess it's a country I don't know (or know) about.

It could be Eastern or Nordic, or the western edge of Europe like Spain or Portugal.

If we were to assume that we were reborn as soon as we died, I feel more south from the time and climate.

Maybe around Mexico after a while.

However, some nouns were common. What the hell is that word?

3. Nor would it be developed country to speculate from the conditioning products in the house.

I don't see any appliances.

How about not even having a radio?

It could be a small developing country independent of the former Soviet Union in Eastern Europe.

By the way, the house is made of wood and the floor is plank from what I've seen. There are no tatami or carpet.

There's no glass in the window, just hold onto something like a bottom open armor door and support it with a stick.

At night the window closes when the stick is removed.

I don't have windows, but the dishes had glass.

4. Wake up a little before the sun rises for the day and start preparing breakfast.

Start preparing dinner while the sun sets, turn on the lamp in the dark house as soon as the preparation is over to have dinner and go to bed.

Oh, I seem to be getting lunch. I haven't even breastfed yet, so I'm not sure about the menu.

Life without electricity is very tight.

5. There are five or six family members except me.

We see them all every day, but the number of people is unclear, which will be discussed later.

-The first one is naturally me. It's a baby. I suck tits and sleep, I snuggle and sleep, so I don't know exactly, but I'm three months old. Tits are bad, by the way. Looks like thin milk.

-The second is probably the father. He's a blonde, bearded old man. Especially since you'd be a lot younger than I was before you died. Aren't you in your mid-thirties? He has blue eyes.

-Third person is probably the mother. Late twenties, early thirties? She's quite beautiful, unlike her father. And beautiful milk. Her mother is also blonde. Bright green eyes.

-The fourth is probably my sister. You know, like, late teens to twenties? It's hard to say she's pretty, but she might have a crush. He takes good care of me alongside his mother. I said sister, but probably because of her age, not sister, not father or mother's sister? Or with my cousin. Brown hair. Light blue (watery) eyes.

-The fifth is probably my older brother and eldest son. It would be about before I went to elementary school. About five to six years old. It feels a little messy. Cute for the year. Brown hair. Thin green eyes.

-The sixth is probably my sister and second daughter. About a little below my brother. Three to four? Sometimes he comes to peek at me with his brother. Laugh with a good smile. The future feels beautiful. Beautiful blonde. Koke brown eyes.

-The seventh is a man a little older than his father and his voice is heard every day. I've seen your face two or three times in the past month. I think it might be my uncle. So you should take it off the family count. This guy also has a mustache, but he doesn't grow as squeamish as my father, and he's beautifully aligned. Dark blonde. Green eyes.

6. Father's job is unknown.

After breakfast, he seems to be out somewhere, but he'll be back for lunch and won't be back until evening when he's had lunch.

Is this the place for now? The number of rooms in the house is still unknown. All I see is my parents' bedroom and living room and dining room. I see there are other doors, but I still can't get up on my own, almost as soon as I go to sleep. I can only get about when I suck on my mother's milk and when I change my amulet and change clothes.

And, uh, it's important, but, uh, thanks for not controlling my emotions well. I cry when I'm hungry but I can't stand it, and even when I coarsely phase, this makes me cry again because I'm extremely uncomfortable. I'm a baby no matter what you think, I don't think it's very mid forties in a really r y way. I get anxious to see what happens to me. And I cry out of anxiety.

Naturally I don't just cry, I laugh when my brother or sister tries to abandon me and makes me look weird and it's not even very funny but I have to be happy for some reason. After a while, anxiety is about to crush me again and I cry and cry. Am I dementia?

A lot more has been found after six months of doing so.

1. The control of the emotional aspect, which was an immediate problem, but some progress was made as to whether it had become accustomed.

Big waves of emotion have also been able to be properly controlled once every two times.

I'm glad about this.

2. Yes, I can do it now.

I can't balance my body well enough to get up yet.

It feels like the balancer is broken with a bipedal toy.

However, if I get used to this, it seems like it will work.

3. Some understanding of the language was advanced.

I don't know if I can use my vocal cords well. I still can't pronounce them very well, but I think I can hear them pretty well now.

The grammar itself does not appear to be very different from Japanese.

I'm not sure about the changes in adjectives, scalar adjectives, or conjunctions or verbs right now, but I think I know more or less what I'm talking about.

4. The amount of information increased sharply because of the advances in understanding of languages.

My name first. Al, tell me you're lying.

His father's name is Heggard. Muscle wow. Body like a professional sportsman.

Her mother is Charles. Beautiful and beautiful milk. There is no lust. Am I dead?

I thought it was my older sister but my maid is Mun. Looks like I'm coming to work in the morning and going home at night. It's like there's no holiday, and it's a black company. It's a bright blue working environment.

My brother is a fan or a fan. It's called somewhat differently by people. Is that your nickname, kid?

My sister is Miloo. Little girl.

I thought you were my uncle, but my father's men? is Judd. Other than Mun, he seems to be calling his name with something like a tribute, so maybe his men or something like that.

A few others, whose names I still can't remember, seem to have come to the front of the house. I don't know his face yet because he hasn't come inside.

Finally, I still don't know my family name. This would be natural in a way. I don't normally call my family names.

5. The village where you live? Town? Barkud. Sounds like Barkudshun.

I don't know if this shun is a village, a town or a city. Sometimes it just ends with Barkud, so I'm pretty sure his name is Barkud.

I don't think it's a country name.

I've never heard of a country like that, and I wouldn't pronounce it very often.

I wanted it to be common here too because the approximate noun is common.

6. The current date is unknown.

I've never seen anything like a calendar, and I don't have a newspaper.

I think it would be after 2015 if I were reborn......

I don't even have a watch, as a matter of course.

7. He seems to have chickens maybe a few hundred meters from home.

I hear a squeal every morning.

Is this country a cook-doo-doo-doo or a cocksucker...... Well, I don't care.

I forgot to tell you, I was born in the winter. After that, it's not as clear as Japan, but it's about the end of the year because we're celebrating something that looks like four seasons. I can speculate that it would be somewhere in the northern hemisphere if he died in a train accident and was reincarnated immediately.

These days I've also been able to control my emotions quite a bit. Also, I wonder if I don't have muscle strength, it won't last long but I can also stand and walk. It can also be pronounced if it contains many vowels that were found in Japanese. Let's sum up what we have new understanding so far.

1. The loss of control on the emotional side decreased dramatically.

However, I'm still willing to run wild when I feel a great deal of joy and sorrow.

I don't have a problem with feeling hungry, for example, but when it lasts for about an hour, it easily transcends the limits of my patience, crying and calling my mother or Mun.

Also, patience is possible if it is to some extent when you fall, but even if you hit your head on some kind of clap or something in a previous life that is not as painful and teary-eyed as crying, you will easily reach the limit of patience and cry.

I would simply not have enough margins for emotional control or patience.

I can only imagine this, but apart from knowledge due to rebirth, isn't spirituality physically age-appropriate or drawn?

2. You can now stand and walk and run accordingly.

Because I am still an infant, I cannot always go outside because I have someone by my side (either a mother, maid Mun, or brother or sister).

But I could almost grasp the structure of the house.

The house is two wooden floors but upstairs would essentially be an attic. It is unclear how many rooms there are.

The ground floor part consists of a living room and dining room of just over ten tatami, a kitchen of about four tatami, a bedroom of about eight tatami parents and me, and three rooms of about six tatami, one of which is a children's room, the rest is received by one? One room is the guest room? It seems to be, with a hallway stretched out from the front door and a door in the room.

There is a toilet, but it seems to be drawn.

There is no bathroom. He seems to be replacing bathing by straining hot water and wiping his body with a cloth.

3. I almost learned the language.

You can say that it is easy to learn because it has six vowels but grammatically it remains almost the same as Japanese.

Now I think we can almost certainly understand what it means if it's a family conversation.

It's tough, but you can talk.

There is a great deal of common ground with English in the general nomenclature.

My family seems to think of me as a genius because I started talking, although I was less than a year old.

I have not said that I have been wary of being treated like a madman or a demon possessor and have been reborn and reincarnated.

You wouldn't believe me in the first place thinking about reincarnation or rebirth, and even if I were admitted to talking about Japan, I'd already be dead, and the funeral would be over.

It's just a hassle to contact Japan from the government of this country.

It's true that I want to see Miki and her parents, but I'm dead.

Sometimes it's just in case you're helping, but that's a problem.

You're going to have two people with the same personality and the same memory, and you might argue with me, the Japanese, over which is the real deal.

I'm sorry about that, and if you were reborn with your memory, "this me" would be advantageous in living "this my life".

4. Geography and social situation, but here in Barkud is a village, and what a father is called a village chief, or a shrine, he seems to be treated like a lord.

The main industry in the village is agriculture, and hunting seems to be taking place to some extent.

And this was very stunning...... no, we'll talk about this later.

I have often been stunned in the summary after this, but I still decide to talk about it together later because the stunner turns around for each item.

5. Units of weights and measures, but would almost be a metric method.

I think it's my sensory metric method, but the details are unknown due to the lack of a scale that would be a precise rule.

Because it's inconvenient, I decide to think about it by the metric method in me. Units and pronunciations are almost together.

6. Regarding mathematics, however, a decimal method is adopted.

Calculation can be done by both parents if it's a simple four-rule operation, but I guess the standard of education is low, my brother and sister don't seem to like calculations.

It's a little hard to think about in Japan.

I understand that multiplication and apportionment cannot be done to the extent of primary school enrollment, but how about not counting the numbers properly?

That's all that's not important (...) of what we've found out in about a year since reincarnation for now. Let's talk about important things from here on out.

1. It is possible that it is not modern.

I mean, that's likely.

First of all, they say the Romberto kingdom is the name of this country.

I have never heard of that, and there should be no kingdom in a country divided and independent of the former Soviet Union.

The rest will be speculations from living standards, groceries, etc.

If it's not a small African country, is it a time slip?

2. The Kingdom of Romberto is governed by kings in a feudal system.

The aristocracy surrounding the King makes land other than the direct jurisdiction of the King half autonomous as a territory.

The village of Barkud is part of Marquis Webdos territory.

My father was a lord and a lord. I was a nobleman.

The house will be inherited by my brother. I wonder what will happen to my sister's second son in this country as she goes out to her wife? Perhaps it will be a cold meal in some times.

We will have to put in place some sort of measure soon.

3. Tax at the end.

The main industry in the village of Barkud grows wheat in agriculture.

Of course, other vegetables are grown, but wheat dominates them.

The farmer pays his father 60% of his harvest as a tax.

My father says he's paying 60% of that to an even more senior lord (not sure if he's the Marquis of Webdos).

They take 60% of my income, it's lame! And for a moment I thought it would be obvious if it wasn't modern, and I think it would be enough given that my father would have 24% of the village's total production.

Actually, naturally, not even 24% come in.

The cost will be brought up because it is the responsibility of my father, the lord, to develop the village infrastructure.

Since the population of the village is unknown (probably not a big deal), the total income is unknown, but not so much as to say euthanasia on the left dough fan,. I can generally predict with condiments and meals.

Anyway, it was a quiet year of trying to gather information to make it less noticeable. It's not a good idea if you're suspicious or weirdly questioned and you're supposed to slip your mouth. At best, it has to be to the extent that a child who is somewhat premature, one word at a time and seems promising in the future to be able to unravel words and walk fairly well.

What, I'm only a year old, I can't help but live in a hurry. We still have plenty of time to gather information, and if it's not modern, we need to exercise and build strength. You just have to take your time.

I lived with caution and prudence over the course of the year since I was born, but what I wrote here kept happening to me to make things blow up a few days later when I was so relaxed in gathering and organizing information.