Do You Think You Can Run After Reincarnating, Nii-san?

I was called Jack at some point.

Jack. Jack Lieber.

That was my name.

I appear to have been given life as the first son of a Count family with territory in the province.

My parents are young couples as bad as I was in my previous life, and they are both very beautiful men and women.

I inherit that gene. I can count on my own look.

What God said to confirm and remind me of such a new self.

Run for it.

Hide.

Do it.

Never to be found.

That's... I'm sure it's backup.

Now it's time to escape that sister's demon hand and live a happy life... that's what he told me.

I got it because of you, an impossible second time.

This chance... will my sister take it away from me?

Never, never, never will that sister find me......!

That, normally, shouldn't be such a difficult story.

Because I was reincarnated.

Different names, different faces.

The only ingredients that can identify me as me are memories.

I mean, if I don't even get the bollocks out...

For example, showing off common sense talent from a very young age.

For example, using modern knowledge to bring prosperity to the territory.

Like saving the world and becoming a hero.

- If you don't even just say, "I'm a reincarnator," that sister shouldn't be able to find me.

It's just... if there's one concern.

That that sister is out of track and excellent.

He might find me by means that don't surprise me...

And when that happens...

"Oh, Jack! You don't have to cry much. I look forward to the future!

"Hehe, you. Babies are good enough to cry a lot."

"Hmm, well. But don't worry. Look at this hectic face! This kid's gonna make sure he gets something big done!

That's what my father says, he hugs me high.

The smile of my father and mother looking up at me was filled with affection and kindness.

- You can't let them break it.

This family, as in previous life.

I need the means to defend myself.

A means of self-defense to counter that demonized sister.

That reminds me.

This is what the strange god said.

In addition to making reincarnation destinations wealthy houses, talented (...) able (...) also (...) one (...) sa (...) - (...) bi (...) s (...) ru (...), and -

That was the ninth month I was born.

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Something's closer to the ceiling than usual.

The first perception was to that extent.

But gradually the situation becomes clear.

I don't feel the bed on my back.

When I wandered around, my body turned around.

What? What? What!?

Could you...

Me, floating?

I was floating in the universe.

It's like a balloon, fluffy...

"Ah... oh...!

A maid, about fourteen years old, with her hair twintailed, looked up at me with a surprised face.

He's my caregiver's maid, and his name is Anelli.

As soon as she tried to change her amulet, I began to float.

I mean, I'm gonna be floating around in a rounded lower body right now.

Um... why don't you let me wear it soon?

My thoughts like that didn't seem to reach Anelli, a girl who could say she was a second mother.

"So... sir -!! Ma'am - WHAT!!!

That's how she screamed, and Anelli jumped out of the room.

Um... what is it?

Shouldn't you be doing something like, "Show off your common sense talent from a young age"?

I waited for my parents to come as I slurped a nasty sweat into my little body.

"Oh...... wow! Wow, our kids!

"Yep......! How dare you express your spirituality at this age......!

My rushing parents admired me when they saw me floating fluffy.

Did I mention spirituality......

What's that?

"He said he was only able to use it when I was four years old for the first time..."

"I hear there are rare children who are born and ready to use... this child is loved by the Spirit"

Rarely, isn't it just me?

Safe, then? Safe?

Anyway, I still don't see the story very well.

I wanted to ask for an explanation, and I reached out to my parents and said, "Uh, uh."

"Right, you're scared. Come on, okay, okay."

I am caught by my mother and fit in warm arms and rich breasts.

Then my father glanced at my face and told me to say it.

"Look, Jack. We all have the Spirit Spirit - something like a child. Naturally, so are you. I lifted your body because of the power of the Spirit that dwells in you."

Oh, I see.

It's magic by the power of the Spirit, so is it spiritual?

"The power of the Spirit is something that can be handled naturally, just as it resides in everyone and moves hands and feet. But you're unmistakably special.

My father made up his mind, Jack. I'll do everything I can to hone your power. And use it for the sake of the world. "

"I don't know what to say about that, you. She's still a baby."

"No, it should be telling! Come on, it's my baby!

Oh, it's telling, Dad.

I use this power for the world.

Yes - to protect the world and people from that horrible sister.

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The Spirit exists in all 72 columns, and in all human species, including elves and others, its Spirit dwells one column at a time.

The spiritual art of expression seems to vary depending on the spirits in which they reside.

According to a primer in spiritual arts that my caregiver Twinthemade made me read, it was the Spirit (Andrealphus) who stayed with me.

Spirituality is [nesting permeable wings] - "the power to erase the weight from what you and your body have touched".

The fine effects seem to vary depending on people and proficiency, but that was the kind of power I could use at the moment.

When I was able to get high and freedom of movement was born, I used the building blocks to train in spirituality.

My father seems to intend to educate me in spiritual talent, but he just doesn't tutor kids under the age of one. He seemed to think I'd grow up a little bit later.

But I don't know when my sister will find me.

Even in self-study, I had to do it.

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"Whoa!"

When he found me, his father raised his voice of admiration.

I was raising ten building blocks at the same time.

"I didn't know you were going to use your technique so far at this age... you're still a genius!

Dad hugs me with great joy.

At the same time, the building blocks that were floating fell apart.

There is still a limit to the amount of time that can be floated and the number of pieces.

I know a lot about how to use it, and I need to get a good idea of the area.

I know it was training in the building blocks, and I wish I could go outside and try everything...

My father started chewing on me, thinking about me.

It hurts a little! Shave your beard! Beard!

I slapped him on the cheek and Dad looked sad and left.

Don't look at me like that...

Spending time as a normal family with no other love in this way, it's like a commandment, like a wedge, those memories of days go through the back of my brain.

When I was eighteen.

It started almost at the same time as high school graduation, nightmare days.