Chapter 2

Chapter 2

 

Dang! Dan! The place where I was sleeping shook with the sound of hitting something against the floor or table. Each time I vibrated, my head hurt as if I was hitting my head, and I broke my eyebrows tightly.

 

Noisy … Seriously noisy.

 

The annoying noises and shakings do not seem to end immediately, followed by a certain rhythm and cannot sleep.

 

I was awakened by the vibrations reverberating in my head, and I tried to make noise by closing my ears.

 

However, my body does not move as I expected. High fever and joint pain that spreads from the flu has spread throughout the body.

 

“Wow …”

 

Spectacles are necessary to grasp the current situation. I looked for the glasses that were always on my bedside with my eyes closed. The body seems to be gradually numb and the movement of the hand is slow.

 

In the first place, the sound of paper and grass rubbing under my body in line with the movement of the moving hand.

 

“… What sound?”

 

A high and young voice came out of my mouth even though it was supposed to be faint due to heat. It ’s not my voice that I ’m used to listening to.

 

[I want to sleep because my whole body is sluggish due to high fever, but I can no longer ignore the abnormalities surrounding me, and I slowly opened a heavy heel.

 

It seems that there is quite a high fever, and my view is moist and distorted. It seemed much clearer than usual, whether tears also played the role of glasses.

 

“Huh?”

 

The eyes were probably white, but the dark black pillars and huge spider web combined with a dark and dirty ceiling.

 

None of this was in my memory.

 

“… where are you?”

 

気 If you look around with your eyes while taking care not to let your tears spill from your moist eyes, you soon knew that it was clearly not Japan where I was born and raised.

 

The architectural style as seen from the shape of the ceiling is not Japanese but Western. It’s not like a modern steel frame, it looks like an old one.

 

My bed is hard and has no mattress. And strangely tingling material is used instead of cushions. There is a strange smell from the dirty cloth that is hung on the top, and there are fleas and ticks, and the body is ugly.

 

“Please wait …”

 

The last thing in my memory is being crushed by a large number of books, but it doesn’t seem to have been rescued. At least, to my knowledge, there is no filthy hospital that lays patients on such a dirty cloth.

 

terrifying I held my hand in front of my eyes. What was reflected in the field of view was a thin and thin hand of a small child.

 

I basically stayed indoors and read a book, so it was the same as it was unburned and unhealthy. However, my hand when I was 22 years old was definitely an adult hand. It is different from the hand of such a malnourished little child.

 

A child’s hand that can be gripped, opened, or moved with my will. The body that you can move with your will is not your own. It begins to become like the inside of the mouth has dried up with too much shock.

 

“… what is this?”

 

Is this probably a reincarnation? Was the God who heard my wish reincarnated so that he could read the book again?

 

I don’t understand.

 

I want a little bit of information, raise my heavy head and slowly wake up a hot body. I looked around the room even though my hair was sticking around my neck.

 

There are only a bed-like stand and a few dirty wooden covers and a wooden box for storing things. There is no bookshelf.

 

“No books …”

 

There was an entrance with the door open. There was no noise in my head for some time, but there was someone walking around with a rattling sound, and I could hear something.

 

I don’t know what the situation is.

 

If you look at the pillars and walls, and the furniture in the room, I think it’s an old Western style. However, it is not modern. Was it a less civilized country or a time slip in the past? How can we grasp the current situation?

 

“Do you have a funny dream when you die?”

 

When I was worried with a high fever and a faint head, a woman appeared, whether I noticed my moving sound or heard a voice.

 

It is a disappointing beauty in her late 20s with something like a triangular skirt. The face is beautiful, but it is a little dirty. It’s too disappointing to wash clothes and face, clean and clean.

 

I don’t care much about myself or others unless I am clean and unsightly. In other words, I’d like you to take into account how beautiful and unsightly it is.

 

“Mine,% & $ # + @ * + #%?”

 

“Wow !?”

 

Listening to the words of a woman who doesn’t understand the meaning, at the same time, memories that were not mine flowed like a dam.

 

I remembered the discomfort that caused my brain miso to be messed up with my memory for several years in a blinking time.

 

“Mine, are you okay? I was worried because I didn’t wake up at all”

 

“… Mom?”

 

Slowly stroking his head and peeking into his face appeals to the memory that has flowed into his mother’s name and his name as his mother.

 

Although I can understand words that I didn’t understand before, the head that suddenly received a large amount of information is in a terrible confusion. To be honest, I want you to consider your physical condition even if you pass information.

 

I wanted to read a book and wanted to reincarnate, but when I actually reincarnate, even if I recognized the woman in front of me as a mother, I couldn’t accept it straight away.

 

“How are you feeling? Your head seems to hurt”

 

The fingertips that stretch toward your forehead are stained in yellow or green. Is this mother a dyer? I remembered that the fingertips of Aizen craftsmen I saw in Japan were dyed like this.

 

I lie in a smelly duvet so as to avoid the stretched hand because I don’t want to be touched by a mother I know, but knows, because it exists in memory.

 

Then, close the eyes and reject contact.

 

“… I still have a headache. I want to sleep.”

 

“Yes, take a rest slowly”

 

Waiting for the mother to leave the bedroom-like room with all the beds.

 

My head is dazzled by high fever, but I can’t sleep quietly with such a mess.

 

“Definitely … you’re dead, right?”

 

Suddenly, my own mother’s figure came to mind. I apologize in my heart to my mother I can’t meet anymore.

 

It must be angry. “So I could say that I could reduce the number of books over and over!” I must be crying and angry.

 

¡I lifted a dull and heavy hand and wiped the tears in my eyes.

 

“Mom, sorry …”

 

After apologizing for not reaching, I consciously switched my thoughts and began to slowly refute the memories of the young Mine that had just flowed.

 

Mine’s latest memory was painful, painful and unbearable.

 

Somehow, I think that Mine, who is the original owner of this body, died, and I relied on it. Or did you regain the memories of the previous life because of the high fever?

 

“I don’t care which way. It’s no different what you have to live as Mine …”

 

Then, if you don’t understand the surrounding situation as much as you can remember from the memories of Mine, you will suddenly be suspicious by your family.

 

Refraining desperately, but Mine’s memory is the memory of a young girl whose language has not yet developed, so the words of the father and mother cannot be clearly understood. I do not understand what it means. There are inevitably few vocabularies, and most of the memory is unclear.

 

“Wow, what are you going to do …”

 

It was a family of four who was convinced from the memory seen from the eyes of a young mine that the previous woman was a mother. My sister, Turi. Mine’s father has a career like a soldier.

 

And the important thing is that this is not the earth.

 

In the memory of Mine, there was a mother who took a triangle, but her hair was green like a spider. It’s really green, not an unnatural color. It is a color that makes you want to grab a surprise and see if it is a wig.

 

It’s more realistic to think that the world is different than to think that the dirty cosplayer who always lives with a wig is the mother.

 

By the way, my sister’s hair is blue-green and my father’s hair is blue. Mine’s hair is scarlet. Should I think it was good to be close to black, or should I mourn about being a member of the cosplay family?

 

For the time being, there seems to be no mirror in the house, and no matter how much I look for memory, I don’t know my detailed appearance other than the color of my hair. Well, I think that the original is not so bad, as I guess from the features of my parents and my sister. And there is no doubt that it is lightly soiled.

 

“Oh, I want to take a bath … but is there?”

 

Actually, it doesn’t matter so much about your personality in living. The biggest problem is that our new life is extremely poor.

 

If you look around you, as you can see, the cloth wrapped around the sick person is frayed and thinned, and it is already raged. It is too terrible even if my sister falls.

 

At first, I thought that she was harassed, but her mother’s clothes in Mine’s memory are common, and her sister’s clothes are similar. This is probably the new standard for our house.

 

It seems that only the father seems to be relatively strong and wears little joints, but this seems to be paid once every few years in soldiers’ work clothes.

 

It seems that this house is not a single house, and you can hear the footsteps of the stairs and the voices of neighbors from the nearest stone-like brick wall. Maybe it’s like an apartment house.

 

Hey, reincarnation, like a normal nobleman … can’t you be born in a place where you are not inconvenienced?

 

sighed in so much environment. Although the previous life was an ordinary family in Japan, there is a great difference in vitality.

 

I don’t know where this time is alive, but Japan was a good country. Of course there were a lot of good things out there. A soft cloth, a soft bed, a book, a book, a book …

 

“Huh, I want to read this book. I feel like my fever will go down when I read”

 

No matter how bad the environment is, you can put up with books. I lightly put my finger on my head and look for the book in my memory. Where is the bookshelf in the house?

 

“Mine, are you awake?”

 

A little girl about 7 to 8 years old entered the footsteps so as to disturb the thinking. It ’s my sister, Turi.

 

The blue-green hair that has been braided in a casual manner can be easily seen as being not well cared for. I want my face to be washed as well as my mother. It’s a waste of cute features.

 

I wonder why I see it from the perspective of a Japanese who is said to be ill and clean from abroad.

 

However, if you are poor, if you are not careful about the hygienic environment, it will cost more to get sick and see a doctor.

 

But that doesn’t matter. Currently, only one is the most important in this situation.

 

“Turi, bring me a book?”

 

Since there are so many older sisters, there should be about 10 picture books in the house. You can read books even if you are sick.

 

It was reborn. The most important thing is to enjoy books from different worlds.

 

“Turi, please”

 

Turi leaned over her cute sister’s beggar with a stubborn face.

 

“What? What is a book?”

 

“What … um,” pictures “and” characters “are” written “…”

 

“Mine, don’t you know what you’re talking about? Talking properly?”

 

“So I want a book! A picture book”

 

“What is that? Don’t know?”

 

Apparently, words that Mine doesn’t remember become Japanese pronunciation.

 

No matter how hard I explain, Turi only tilts mysteriously. Saying “publish a book” in Japanese cannot be understood. I need to learn words quickly.

 

“Oh, already!” Translation function, work! “

 

“Mine, why are you angry?”

 

“I’m not angry. My head hurts”

 

It ’s too easy to hit a child like Turi that you do n’t understand the language. I’ve already done it.

 

First of all, we must listen to the voices of people and try our best to learn as many words as possible. If my mind and intelligence of 22-year-old graduated from the flexible brain taste buds of Mine, a young child, it’s easy to learn words … if that’s OK.

 

At least, if you remember that you had a hard time learning the language to read books from other countries in the previous life, it wouldn’t be a big deal. My passion and love for my books were at a level that people around me were rude.

 

“… are you still angry and are you angry?”

 

Tully’s dirty hands will grow toward you, probably measuring heat. I grabbed that hand unintentionally.

 

“It ’s still hot, so you’re going to go down?”

 

Suppose you are worried about your partner and escapes from something you don’t like. An adult-specific technique I avoided being touched by Turi’s dirty hands.

 

“Yes, be careful”

 

Safe.

 

‘My older sister should be clean, but I do n’t want to touch it now. If this happens, there is no choice but to apply hygiene. I feel like I can’t live without improving the environment.

 

As far as I can remember, it seems that Mine was a weak child and often fell asleep with a fever. Too much memory in bed.

 

In order for me to read books without hesitation, I and myself must be healthy. Because I feel poor, I feel like I can’t get a doctor even if I get sick, and I don’t want to take care of the medical practice that I imagine from the living level of this environment.

 

“Turi, help me prepare dinner”

 

“Yes, mother”

 

Apparently, my mother’s voice came from somewhere, and Turi ran away.

 

Considering the degree of sunlight outside the window, it is probably ready for dinner. Turi seems to have helped even though he was still in the lower grades of elementary school.

 

This is a poor situation. There is no doubt that children are part of the labor force.

 

“Wow, I hate …”

 

I feel depressed when I think about my growth. No matter how you think, you can’t be helped by just one person. Certainly reading time will decrease.

 

Can I get used to living here because I was a troublesome person who wants to spend time for reading, even with simple housework using Japanese home appliances?

 

Dang! Dan! , And exciting sound sounds intermittently. I told you to prepare for dinner, so I think it’s probably the sound of cooking, but what is going on? I can’t see it from the place where I’m lying, but I don’t want to see it.

 

Since I was able to reincarnate, I have to think more positively. Because you can read books that didn’t exist on the earth, first let’s get in shape.

 

While thinking so, close your eyes slowly.

 

“It’s right now”

 

“Welcome, father”

 

It seems that the dinner was ready by the time my father came home, with the sound of metal rubbing against the gasher.

 

I felt that my consciousness slowly dropped while feeling a little far away from my family, excluding the hot fever Mine, who still can’t eat rice.

 

は There is only one thing to think about while the consciousness falls in the dark.

 

Ah, I want to read a book because I can do anything.