This little girl—he had a deep impression of her.
Because this was someone from the anime he remembered from his previous life.
He vaguely recalled that his college roommate was what people called an "otaku."
Although he himself wasn't that interested in anime, sometimes, out of boredom, he would sit and watch together.
And this little girl—she seemed to be from one of those anime he had seen back then.
"But… Shiroyasha… Shiro..yasha… The spirit of the Sun and White Night…"
The image in his mind grew clearer and clearer, the memories sharpening. Finally, a word slipped from his lips:
"Little Garden?"
"Oh?"
The girl who called herself Shiroyasha raised an eyebrow when she heard that.
"Looks like you're starting to remember. But interesting—you recall that instead of the title of the series? So even if I dragged you in here, it seems you won't have the foresight of a true prophet."
"I only remembered the name people used to describe your world… Not the name of the anime itself. Strange, isn't it?"
Maybe because of that faint sense of familiarity, even if it was very far-fetched, Makoto felt a little more relaxed.
"Ah, that."
Shiroyasha nodded in agreement, motioning with her small hand for him to sit down.
"I thought the same at first—it sounded like such a strange name. But in a sense, it really does fit our world."
With a flick of her folding fan, two steaming cups of green tea appeared on the table.
"They're only conjured by my power, not real, but please enjoy."
"Mm."
He took a sip, but his thoughts were far from the tea.
This whole situation was still unbelievable to him.
Yes, his being reincarnated into this world was already fantastical enough—but now, Shiroyasha appearing before him?
That truly shocked him.
"Since it's like this, I've got questions I want to ask."
"Of course. I brought you here for exactly that reason—to answer your doubts."
She nodded casually.
"As long as it's something I can tell you, I'll answer."
"Good."
Placing the teacup down, Makoto straightened his back without realizing it. His voice carried more weight.
"I heard it very clearly just now. If I'm not mistaken, you said that I was brought into this world by you. Can you tell me why? Or rather—why choose me?"
"Oh? So you're not angry that I pulled you into an unfamiliar world?"
Shiroyasha tilted her head, looking a little surprised.
"Well, I'm not ungrateful. After all, my death was my own choice. You gave me another chance at life. If anything, I should thank you."
Makoto shrugged, speaking calmly.
His original life had been free, almost aimless.
His parents had died early, leaving him to be raised by his grandparents.
But life wasn't harsh—his parents had left behind enough inheritance to last him a lifetime, and his grandparents had stable pensions.
So, from childhood to university, to making friends, to dating—his life was no different from any ordinary kid.
But when he turned twenty-five, his grandfather passed away, and everything changed.
He had enough money to live comfortably for the rest of his life.
His only family was gone.
He had no partner he wanted to build a family with.
With nothing to tie him down, nothing to pursue, his life became unbearably empty.
So, instinctively, he sought things that gave him thrills—things that spiked his adrenaline.
Diving, off-trail skiing, bungee jumping, skydiving, rock climbing…
Each time he brushed against death, he became addicted to that rush.
And with his financial freedom, he could keep doing it. But doing that long-term? Of course problems would arise.
At twenty-eight, while rock climbing, a piton came loose, and he fell into a bottomless chasm.
So no—he had no complaints.
That end was his own choice. And if Shiroyasha gave him a second life, then he owed her gratitude.
"I see. You're more level-headed than I thought."
She waved her fan with a little amused smile.
"Since that's the case, I'll answer your question. The reason I chose you is simple. You must have noticed, haven't you? Your body is far stronger than ordinary people's."
"Yes. Not just in this world—even in my original one."
Going straight to the heart of it, Makoto grew even more serious.
Exactly—just as Shiroyasha said, his body's strength wasn't something that only existed here.
Even back in his old world, his athletic ability had been abnormal.
Before he ever tried extreme sports, he was no athlete at all—but within just three years, he had mastered nearly all of them.
And in each one, he displayed exceptional talent, shocking even the professional coaches who trained him.
"To put it plainly, you were never a native of that 'original world' either. I brought you out when the Little Garden was destroyed. At that time, I had exhausted all my strength. I had no power left to contact you in that starting world. Otherwise, what did you think explained your abnormal physique?"
An avalanche of information poured from Shiroyasha's lips.
Even someone as experienced as Makoto found his brain struggling to process it all.
He never imagined—he had been reincarnated twice.
That was truly beyond expectation. But yes—only something like that could explain the strangeness about him.
"Wait, hold on."
He caught on to the most critical part he almost overlooked.
"You just said… the Little Garden was destroyed? I may not have watched the whole thing, but I remember my classmate said your story's author was a dropout, right? He never finished the plot."