My name is Asato Kurogane. I'm not good at sports, but I'm not good at studying either. I'm the type who sits at the back of the class, staring out the window, not paying attention to the teacher. To me, this world feels dull, boring, monotonous. For someone my age, it's kind of cruel to say I'm already tired of life. I'm only sixteen, and yet I don't seem interested in normal things people my age care about, like girls or being more social.
But when I discovered anime, my entire existential crisis vanished, replaced by a "chase for anime" with protagonists who travel to another world. I finished them all, every single one… and I still wanted more. Soon enough, the existential crisis returned. What am I supposed to do? I finished light novels, manga, manhwa… what's left? Other genres of anime only drag me deeper into my crisis.
While slowly crossing the street toward a 24/7 shop, I noticed a truck approaching. It was still far away. Staring at it, I muttered, "How cliché… is that truck some kind of god?" I'd seen so many protagonists sent to another world by Truck-kun. Heh. I thought to myself, if I had crossed the street just a little later, I would've become an isekai protagonist…
Wait. A crazy idea hits me. Even though my body trembles at the thought… in the end, I gather my courage and jump right into the middle of the road just as the truck speeds by at maximum velocity. I'm thrown several meters away. There's no cushioning for me. Those meters feel like kilometers. My vision turns red. The blood flowing from my forehead drips over my eyelids. Everything fades into darkness.
Then I hear a voice. I don't recognize it. I try to move, but nothing responds. Slowly, light returns, and I see unfamiliar faces. A woman with blonde hair and greenish eyes looks at me with a gaze I had only ever seen from my mother. I try to lift my hand to sit up, but it won't obey me. I turn my head to the side. There's a mirror against the wall.
I see myself.
But why the hell am I a child?!
Oh, wait. I reincarnated. I forgot I gambled and performed an Olympic dive toward death. I've changed. My brown hair is gone, replaced with white, though at least my eyes are the same. That's something, I tell myself.
The woman says, "I think I need to change you, judging by your facial expressions."
As I watch her approach with a smile that reminds me of the protagonists in anime who went through the same thing, I can't help but think—
Damn it. Is this my curse for laughing at those scenes? Ufff I guess i can't escape , this body is so slowly and uncomfortable I m fear about what is going to happen this ma'am us going to change me what the hell , help me ,I can't move I hate this situation