Mushoku no Eiyuu ~Betsu ni Skill Nanka Iranakattan daga~

My name is King Tanaka.

...... Unfortunately, my real name.

It seems to be the result of thinking that the last name is so ordinary that only the name is prominent at least because it is a so-called glitter name.

To tell you, it's because of the desire to be a person who stands on top of people, not by cesarean section.

Well, it is unlikely that such a wish will come true.

I am now sleeping in a hospital bed.

...... I guess it was, but for some reason I was looking down on myself from the air.

There are also parents, two older sisters, and doctors and nurses who have been looking after me.

The doctor said, checking my pulse.

"I'm dying."

Apparently I died.

I'm looking down at the bed, is it a ghost?

First grade in junior high school.

You will probably think the world is dead too early, but you've lived a long time.

I had a congenital illness.

When he was born, it was said that he would probably only live for about five years.

That was more than twice as long as I was in junior high school.

I think it's enough.

I could hardly go to school.

On the contrary, she couldn't play outside, and she spent her time at home or in a hospital bed.

If I am reborn, I want to be born with a strong body that I can play with my eyes.

Incidentally, I'd like to have a more ordinary name.

When I was thinking about that, gentle light came down from the sky.

Apparently it's been picked up.

Eventually the consciousness goes away-

……Hmm?

When I realized I was sleeping in a strange room.

Where is this?

Not at home, not at the hospital.

A room I've never seen.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

I heard a cry from my neighbor, and I tried to turn around.

But no power in my neck.

When he turned his face, he found a crying baby.

She is just born, and her hair is not growing.

Why am I sleeping with my baby?

And my body doesn't move well ...

Then, someone came into the room.

"What happened? What happened?"

It was her beautiful sister who ran up to the girl in a hurry.

She has a half-ish look and her hair is red.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

"How is it?"

Sister lifts the girl up, but she's not used to it.

In other words, "how do you do", probably because you use it for horses.

Finally, when the girl stopped crying and fell asleep, she sighed with a tired face.

Then look at me,

"But you never cry at all."

No, I'm already a junior high school student.

You can't cry.

When I thought so, my sister stretched her arms and lifted my body.

What! ?

I've been sick all the time, so I'm smaller and lighter than I was in the same age, but still more than 40 kilograms.

Sister lifted it lightly.

Maybe an arm wrestling champion?

It doesn't look like that.

I was embraced by my sister's chest.

I mean, it's really big! ?

Chest that my body is about half buried ... wait and wait.

Wrong.

Your sister's breasts aren't big.

No, big things may be big, but that doesn't matter.

I'm getting smaller.

Punipuni's little hand.

Anyway, it's a baby.

Apparently I became a baby.

-Another world reincarnation.

That word passed my mind.

After all it is another world reincarnation.

A few days later, I was convinced.

I guess I used to read my comics, games, ranoves, etc. instead of not being able to play my friends.

The red-haired sister was not my sister, but my mother.

The color of hair that would not be possible on the earth is reasonable if you think that this is a different world.

It may not be dyed, but ground hair.

In fact, both me and the girl sleeping next to me had red hair.

The girl seems to be my twin sister.

She seems to be a baby so often that she seems to be not a reincarnate unlike me.

Both poop and pee are pouring.

Of course, for me, a junior high school student, I can't do that embarrassing thing.

"Wow"

I can't speak properly yet, so moaning.

"Toilet?"

"Ah"

"You're amazing that you're just born and understand the toilet."

After changing my sister, my mother will admire you and bring you to the toilet.

As you can't do it alone, you have to help.

I can see the lower body of the bare ... but well, I had to put up with it.

Of course, because it's a baby, rice is breast milk.

And it can't be helped!

If you don't drink it you won't be able to get bigger, and if you hate drinking, you'll feel so sad!

Fortunately, being a baby seems to have lost libido and doesn't get excited.

It helped me not to be in a terrible state of lust in my mother's chest.

… But where is his father?