Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

I have a reunion today at a restaurant in Shinjuku. How many years have you graduated already, nearly 50 years? It reminds me of an old friend I hadn't seen in decades, but there were a few I could remember who were very close, and that's also the young, snug look of the day. Is that what I am from them? You make me laugh at being such a grandmother.

When I get on the train that slipped into the station, it's either for a weekday afternoon or it's much empty. I guess it would have been nice to get out pretty early to even shop before the reunion. Sit in an empty seat mid-way through the vehicle and enjoy the flowing view. An episode of fun as a student that comes to mind on the scenery. With that said, they're having another Olympic Games in Tokyo in a few years. Did you hold it while you were at school last time? Just in time for the Olympics, I remember my father being forced to buy a TV.

It didn't seem very different from back then, and I had my thoughts on my youth memories as I watched a much transformed view. Even at this age, my memories of my youth do not fade and shine. Yeah, with that said, you liked the guy who was a Kendo club player in the same class. I wonder what he's doing now? Will I be attending today? What the hell are you floating about when you already have grandchildren who are going to be junior high?

With that in mind, I suddenly embarrassed myself when I realized my face was broken. Oh, no one's noticed you were sniffing. Pretending to fix the makeup I've only been making a little young to meet my classmates for a long time, I put out my hand mirror, peeked in and deluded myself.

I bag my hand mirror and see the view again with a clear face. And, suddenly, did the train even hang in sudden braking, blowing toward the beginning of the vehicle with people around them, including themselves, shouting surprises in their mouths. I blow myself away without exception. Oh, I wonder if this is what astronaut gravity-free looks like.

It's painful and the consciousness awakens. Looks like my body could be tightened up. Maybe even that accident managed to help. Are you seriously injured for a moment and wandering the border between life and death? It's a shame I couldn't go to the reunion to give it back, but it's a pick up even if I just had a life. I'm sure my husband will be worried too.

Worried...? I'm worried. So is my husband, but if he stays with sequelae, he'll be in trouble. I can't contain worrying emotions.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh"

I was fortunate enough to lose my body restraint to hear a scream. This makes me laugh at nurses and doctors. Oh, embarrassing.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh"

There was another voice in such embarrassment.

’”””

It would be a foreign language, I don't know very well, but I hear people. Were foreigners on that train too? So this would be the hospital room in the big room. Yeah, but a train wreck would have injured dozens of people, and it could be someone who was originally hospitalized.

’‘

Now I heard someone else, but it's still a foreign language. I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe there are only foreigners in this hospital room. Not good, me, you don't understand English very well. Because it's the same hospital room, I'm distracted when I can talk a little... Previously, when I was hospitalized due to illness, I was able to stay close to the people in my room and had no anxiety at all. But there seems to be a foreigner. That too, multiple. I'm worried we won't be able to have a conversation. It's a lot of inconvenience if you don't speak Japanese, and I'm worried. Oh, I'm worried about you.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh"

I cried again. If I did, you'd cry so easily...

After a few months, I finally got a grip on what was going on around me. It seems foreign here. Even if I try to get my family to contact me by saying my name, my mouth doesn't turn well and I can only raise my voice like a baby. That too, or I could tell with my eyes clearly visible, but my body was a baby no matter what.

Perhaps a father and a mother, and some help. It also feels like Europe, from the family outfit, the view from the window, and the conditioning in the house. But it looks like there's no TV, no radio, no cell phone. I thought it might be a poor household, but the fabric used in clothing is a luxury product of natural fiber, and blankets and futons are not made of polyester, a touch of natural fiber.

I'm not sure what happened, but is this a reincarnation? But I can't explain that I'm a baby if I don't think about it. I think so today while sipping thin milk-like breast milk while sucking on my mother's breasts.

Six years went by, and I totally learned the words. Apparently my new name is Lantier Gegran. Before I could fully remember the words, I knew that this was not the planet. When I figured it out, I almost panicked, but my mother gave me a hug and desperately gave it up so I calmed down. Yes, my parents were wizards. That would be about a year and a half old. Probably when I wasn't two years old. There was an incident where the woman helping you was cooking, spilling the pan and causing a major burn to her leg. Her parents flew softly to the kitchen in a hurry to hear her scream and her own.

My parents treated my burned legs magically when they made sure I didn't have any trauma. I boiled the soup with the goose, and my feet looked terrible. But my parents glowed their hands blue, slowly approaching their feet, touching the burns. Then, incredibly, the skin of the foot, which had bare surfaces, recovers while looking at it. It was like a reverse turn of film.

I was the only one who was surprised, and the help treated by magic seemed to appreciate being treated, but it didn't work at all on the magic itself. After that I made a lot of observations while trying to understand the words. And then, unlikely on Earth, I'm leaving. It was already a series of surprises.

Just touch something while chanting it's status open, and a small window opens to see the name of that touched thing and so on. I don't care what you think, some tools glow like bulbs even though they're not powered on. I thought it was in the battery. That's not true either. By and large, the part that emits light was not the bulb. Oh, it's good to notice before you can speak the language, I think.

Suddenly I was in an accident in Japan, and when I realized it, I was turning into a baby in this house, etc., and it's not going to make me believe it. Whatever you say, that's not now, at least not until you're an adult, you find a job, and you're able to live on your own.

By the way, there's a lot of wonder about magic. After a while of being able to talk, I had asked my parents thoughtfully to "teach me magic," but the answer was, "Of course I teach, but that's after my body grows up and grows up". Apparently, before you grow up, you don't have enough magic to use magic.

But Little Magic (Cantrip's) could be taught. Little magic is good because it doesn't consume so much magic because it's a little magic. I wondered if it would be a bad idea to consume magic without spending so much, but even if you ask, little magic (Cantrip) doesn't have a problem.

Of course, say little magic (Cantrip). All magic is magic, so I was happy to practice. Actually, I admired the movie that set the stage for the popular magic school a while back. I didn't have anything else to do, I only had plenty of time, so I was able to use my little magic (Cantrip) later without any problems. But it seems true that training is not possible with less magic. Once I used my little magic (cantrip), I couldn't use it until I slept. I couldn't use it no matter how gutsy and temperamental it was.

When they complained to their parents about it, they laughed and said, "So it's because my body hasn't grown yet. I don't have enough magic," he just said. Though it was also thankful that he told me that if I took a break, I would be able to use it again. Seeing me do a complete little magic (Cantrip's) while I say that, my parents seem happy to say, "Boulder, it's our boy".

It kind of makes me happy myself when my parents seem happy. With that said, I knew I could talk, but the way things felt was getting younger. I could speak like an adult without much difficulty about the tone, but sometimes the words that came out poking at my mouth when I thought or felt something or tried to describe it would be adorable words for the year. There's no problem if you talk consciously, but if you get a little distracted, you talk like a child. Well, I'm a kid, so I don't have a problem with it.

Maybe it annoyed me to say "I want you to teach me magic" that I'm too annoyed. At one point he was to teach me magic on the condition that from the point where he felt magic by saying "if I were to say so".

It seems that there is a magic detection with small magic (Cantrip). It meant that if I could always use this little magic (Cantrip) without fail, I would have magical qualities. My parents told me, "It's our daughter, so naturally there should be qualities, so don't give up and do it firmly," and my heart tightened. In my previous life, I lived 66 years. And I'm starting my new life with a baby. If I lived my previous life, I'd be 132 years old in total. Plus, I might be able to use magic. Would there be such happiness?

My parents made me start by feeling the magic of the fire that comes out of it when I can magic into the magic props that light the fire. This seems to be the first step in magic training. Also, I'm still young, so I'm going to have to train patiently until I can use magic. I don't have much to do anyway. There's nothing to worry about training hard at best. On the contrary, the expectation that magic will be available is more overwhelming.

Even today I lay my hands on the fire of the ignition demon prop.