Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

I was busy that day. I had one surgery in the hospital I run in the morning. I was supposed to attend my alma mater academy this afternoon. I usually drive around, but only today I was forced to travel by train because of a schedule I couldn't afford. To make sure I'm not late, they drove me to the station, and I have no complaints there because I'm the one who chose to travel by train from there.

Besides, the train would be able to sleep for a while. I've been busy lately and I've been having trouble sleeping, and it's big for me to be able to rest even for a few dozen minutes.

I dreamed from childhood to the present for some reason while I was asleep. The contents were out of line and not in a row, but I remember dreaming and blurry thinking, oh, this is a dream. A childhood girl I played with when I was a little girl, or a bad friend I met when I was in elementary school. The middle school student's first love counterpart. When I was in high school desperately studying. I wish I was sunny and enrolled in college, but for six years I was driven to study. Not much while sleeping in the emergency hospital I went to with an intern, and busy enough to turn my eyes. Marriage. Birth of son and daughter. Myself and my wife watching them grow.

Oh, it's like a running light, even Buddha knows it was really a running light if you thought so. No, there is?

Anyway, at first, I could even figure out what the hell was going on and what had happened. If I could grasp that, it would be something else that transcends man. No, I just couldn't grasp it because I was asleep. Being in the leading vehicle I was distracted by another passenger who had collided sideways at the same time if I thought I had woken up with the sound of skill and inertia during the vehicle's deceleration. I even recognized that he hit something right after that and died. When I saw the large metal piercing my body, I only knew that it was unlikely to help me first.

But was this situation helpful?

Even as he raises his voice, he is speechless, only a groan-like, cry-like, tall scream, and his sight is blurry as blurry as it was blurry. I can't move my body well either. Sounds like a foreign language you can't even hear the words you hear. But it would also be possible to communicate in English because it sounds like a mix of English words. I can't talk properly, and I'm strangely sleepy. I'm an injured person anyway, I wouldn't hit a bee if I fell asleep about this time for what I usually can't rest.

In a few days to a week or so, I was able to grasp the situation. It's very hard to believe, but I seem to be in someone else's body with my consciousness and memory. Probably a newborn. I'll calmly try to remember what happened then.

KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I guess some passengers sitting next to me there (behind me in relation to the direction of travel) couldn't stand inertia, they stuck it out of my head on my side.

Was it also a sudden deceleration from a speed of about 60-80 km/h due to the inertia applied during that penetration and braking? Of course you can't remember how much inertia it took for your body to feel. I thought I was sitting next to him. I just calculated the distance to the person and the weight of the person when I assumed that he was a normal adult.

If we were to brake suddenly with that momentum, it would have been some kind of emergency. Could it be a collision avoidance with a stuck car on the track? However, as a result, the collision was not avoided and appears to have hit Moro. Somehow, because the last sight I remember was that of a plate of metal, which would be a train or car structure material, just about two arms high and cut from the left side to the center of my chest.

Whatever you think, your heart has been destroyed, and even if your heart was at last safe, your left lung should not have been completely useless, and your aorta and other important blood vessels should have been torn open. I know immediately that I can't apply my hands.

There are so many untrained as to roar, but there is no choice. I'm dead. It would take more than 10 minutes as soon as possible for medical personnel to rush over to that place. Even if you were lucky enough to be in front of the hospital, it doesn't make a big difference. Even if I was in that place with enough medical equipment, I don't really think I could help me in that condition.

Has something strange happened that has been reported around the world in the past, such as occult reincarnation or possession? Maybe I can even do some research. Anyway, I'm the best proof of that.

Pediatric care is out of specialty, so I don't know the details, but a lot of brain development and underdeveloped body tissue make the newborn. Of course, it is close to the finished shape, but it does not partition development entirely. This is another matter of development, and it is not an exaggeration to say that until about six months old, the newborn is actually about a step ahead of becoming a complete human being.

He figured that his brain, nervous system, etc. were not fully developed and cut off, such as talking, seeing, and feeling, so he wouldn't be able to move his body well. This is a valuable experience. Truth is, it's a very important and valuable experience that I want to keep track of in everything. Isn't it wonderful that I am particularly experienced as a doctor?

About six months have passed and I've been able to move my body as much as I want. I've also tried to train people to talk secretly when there's no one beside them, but it's about time the nervous system to the vocal cords was developed but I still can't speak well. Not that I can't talk at all. I don't know why, but I can't control my emotions. It wouldn't be more than a baby so far out of hand.

Is it time for breastfeeding while sucking on the breast milk of a skinny woman who would be a mother? Think about it. Recently, I could imagine that it was entering a time of weaning because I felt that milk appeared to be bad, albeit somewhat.

When another month or so passed? I noticed something terrible. When I realized it, I cried out loud. There was someone in the house who wasn't a person. No, he's a person to look at. But I can see things like animal ears on my head, even taily ones. That was talking to my skinny father. Mother holds me in the living room (?) I saw it when I moved to.

What? What's this?

At first I also thought it was a popular cosplay now. I wondered what a good old adult was doing. But that tail movement is the cat itself. My ears didn't come with anything like Katyusha, and there was nothing where my head was supposed to have ears. The man (?) I knew very well because I was cutting my hair short. I don't have ears, I don't have any misses. There's just mowed hair growing. And no matter how you look at it, your ears are growing from your head.

Excited, I wanted to touch it. I wanted to hear what it felt like to move my tail. But I was so excited I just cried. The man (?) was impressed to see me crying in my fallen orbit and look sorry for my father and talk to him about something.

Note that I have confirmed that I have normal shaped ears in a normal position. Naturally, he was not born with a disability, but he also confirms that it seems unlikely. So I guess I'm human.

Did you forget to breastfeed today?

I don't think it's time for boulders to give me breast milk, and I want you to wean me off.

My mother makes me suck milk with the look on my face that makes me cry.

Milk production is bad.

Not good, this is it.

I haven't had anything put in my belly since this morning.

Let me just have a little milk in the evening.

The answer is very bad.

So I don't want any more milk.

Switch to breastfeeding.

Are you deliberately trying not to feed me?

It's not a good way to look at a wrinkle, but it's a valuable experience around the corner.

I want you to be careful not to cause malnutrition.

Because there are a lot of medical journalists who will jump at the Society if they can present this experience.

Doesn't seem intentionally fed.

Not good.

I'm not developed enough to act on my own.

I'll have to try to sue you for something.

Japanese, okay, I can follow you, but I can speak fine.

English, OK. I can speak english... ah, well, NOP.

The language of this world. Somehow. I have enough vocabulary to complain that I'm hungry.

I give you a cry. This should get your mother here soon.

... not coming.

I call my mother thoughtfully in the language of this world.

... not coming.

I'll call it in Japanese.

... not coming.

English.

... not coming.

Why can't we deliberately feed them?

I'll think about the cause myself, but I can only get an unsaveable answer: I'm poor and I guess I can't afford to turn it around to myself.

Perhaps there's nothing the mother can do about it because she no longer milks, either?

A sudden and uncontrollable sense of fear creeps up.

I cried out. I'm hungry.

I don't feel left alone for days. Though maybe a day or so.

Try raising your voice and there's no response.

Attempt to move before you run out of strength without a choice.

I wish I could find something in my mouth.

There was no way I could find it that easy.

My parents immediately took me back to the room where they found me.

My parents were crying.

Is this... is that still what this is about!?

I tried to complain that I was hungry in every language I could use, but my emotions explode and I cry out.

I cry again after I fall asleep.

Have you used too much strength?

I don't have energy in my voice.

We still need to get out of the room while our bodies are moving.

The door won't open.

Stand up with your hands on the door, twisting the handle won't open the door.

Do you even keep luggage on the other side of the door?

My body is weak.

Early symptoms of malnutrition.

Dehydration also appears to be co-occurring.

Babies need protein and sugar first.

Water before that.

Kill me if you can't give me something to eat.

I'll scream across the door.

Please don't let me dry up and die like this.

Shit.

Give me a real break.

I don't have the energy to move my body.

Raise your thoughtful voice every time someone passes across the door.

I'm tired of saying words that make sense already.

I can't stop staring.

The glare has subsided, but the ceiling is turning.

Oh, didn't it fit in?

Does this mean starving to death?

Kill me at least.

Why do I need to make you suffer so much?

I can't even speak anymore.

My eyes are blurring.

It also takes a lot of energy to move one arm.

Oh, is that it?

You sensed me and my room when it got quiet, and by now my mum and dad came into the room.

My parents held me and I went to a room that looked like a living room.

I guess the mother holding me crying is not nutritious either.

That much understanding broke my consciousness.