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"Mirai."
"Mirai, wake up, dear."
"It's already quite late. Are you going to sleep all day?"
"You'll be late for school if you don't get up soon, honey."
Mirai slowly opened her eyes, confused by the strangely familiar voices she had never actually heard in her entire life.
When her vision finally cleared and she saw who stood before her, confusion deepened.
"What's wrong, sleepyhead?"
"Are you okay?"
"Huh? Who... what?"
She stared at the two middle-aged people in front of her, a man and a woman. Both had black hair like hers, and their facial features clearly marked them as born in Yamato.
"W-Who... Who are you?"
Mirai tilted her head in bewilderment, only to notice that her hands were tiny. Then she realized her entire body was small, as though she had regressed years in age.
"What's going on...?"
Her mind felt foggy, tired, and dizzy. She couldn't think clearly.
"Is something wrong, dear?"
"Who else would we be? Your parents, of course."
"Eh?"
