NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1: Chapter 1 - The Beginning
"Damn!" cursed the guy who was looking at the session results.
The guy was a typical student at one of the many universities in Russia, and he was no different from other students his age.
- But you said that you should have prepared for exams more than played ranked games! - the guy said indignantly.
The guy complained that he played League of Legends instead of studying for exams.
"And what should we do now?..." he said.
The boy didn't have many options, but he still had them.
"Do I really have to go to an extra session?..." the guy whispered, looking at the screen of his phone with interest.
- Idiot, be careful! - the guy heard, and managed to turn around...
*BAM*
The guy's body flew a couple of dozen meters, and having performed beautiful pirouettes... He landed with a resounding crunch on the asphalt.
- Fuck, morons! - said a rather elderly man, looking at the boy's body.
-=After ??? days=-
- NOOO!!! - screamed the child, who looked to be about 5 years old.
Many thoughts flashed through the mind of the boy who was not a boy in the full sense of the word.
- What? - the boy said in a surprised tone.
After which he began to examine his body for injuries.
"Did I really fall into a coma and only recently wake up?" the boy expressed his thoughts.
The boy was surprised by something, at first he didn't know what he didn't like... But after a moment, an epiphany came to him... The voice. That's what was wrong with him. His. Voice.
"W-what's wrong with my voice?" the boy said, and began to notice other details that had not been revealed to him before.
The child began to look at his hands with astonished eyes, which turned out to be shorter, smaller than his own.
"H-how can this be?" the boy whispered.
At that very moment, like a divine punishment, a huge headache arrived.
- CHAHAHH!!! - the boy screamed, clutching his head.
-=Two years later=-
"Ichiro!" came the voice of a woman who sounded less than 40, and one could tell that she was quite young. "Come down!"
"I'm coming!" Ichiro shouted.
Ichiro Masuda, that's what they called me now, and that's how it happened... I was reincarnated, became a time traveler, or got stuck in deep shit. At first, it seemed that the memories that began to infiltrate my brain were nothing more than a fever or the drunken delirium of a dying brain, but the reality of what was happening quickly brushed such thoughts aside.
After that, I started thinking about where I ended up. I didn't have to think for long, and the answers came pretty quickly. According to the information, I simply ended up in the past, in the body of a Japanese kid, or to be more precise, I ended up in 1999. In addition to a different time, I also changed my place of residence, hmm, can this be considered illegal emigration? It's quite possible, that's true. Hmm, is there an interdimensional policeman here who would write me a fine or deport me outside this dimension? I hope I don't find out.
"Ichiro!" an angry exclamation brought me out of my moment of complete reflection.
"I'm coming!" I exclaimed, and began to clean the room.
There are few inconveniences to being a child, but they do exist, and I'm not talking about something obvious like limited freedom, but about the fact that I have moments when incoherent thoughts start wandering around in my head. And from this one could conclude that a child's body affects my state no less than my relatively adult mind.
"Ichiro!" came another exclamation, this time from a man.
It was already dangerous to pull, and for this reason I went down as quickly as possible.
"I'm here," I said, finding myself in the kitchen.
"And why did it take so long?" the woman said with a raised eyebrow.
The question was asked in such a threatening tone that I could not lie, and for this reason it was necessary to speak the pure truth.
"I overslept..." I said, not so confidently.
"Studying all night again?" the woman asked in the same tone.
"Y-yes, Akemi-oba-san," I said.
Akemi Takashi was my aunt, she was 35 years old, but she looked 25, which was surprising, because she was a mother of one child.
"Eh, what do you find interesting in these books?" grumbled Akemi's son.
"Knowledge, young Komuro," I said.
The boy's name is Komuro Takashi, my cousin, the son of Akemi and Izamu, and also the main character of one anime I watched in my past life, known as "Highschool of the Dead".