New beginnings

Reincarnation, you hear about it all the time, whether it be in religion or stories. Even when you hear about it though you never expect it to actually happen to you, well at least I never did.

I was a regular person, another face in the crowd in a world filled with mediocrity. To escape the fact that I was unlucky enough to be born before the boon of the space age yet after the age of mysteries I filled the void in my life with various forms of entertainment like reading and collecting things.

The only thing capable of keeping me completely interested however was anime. I loved how creative some great authors were and I even somewhat loved how unoriginal some not so great authors could be as well. Whether it be laughing at yet another bad isekai like "Wise Man's Grandchild" or cringing as another harem anime tries to capture the same magic season 1 of "High School DxD" had.

One of my favorite anime of course being Toradora due to the raw emotions it left me with and how human the characters were. The only series to ever come close to it would be Fate. Its vast universe being as intriguing as it is depressing, the way it did all its characters was just so compelling. Especially Shirou Emiya while not as easily seen in the anime the various ways he stands with or against his Ideal of becoming a 'hero of justice' was simply fascinating.

And that's all I remember about my time before my rebirth. No meeting with 'god,' no judge, no wishes, and definitely no system.

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Opening my eyes to a world of blinding light and vaguely human shaped blobs, I became vaguely aware of two large hands on my back and quickly realized something was amiss given the fact that I definitely remember being at least 16 years old a regular adult shouldn't be capable of carrying me. And the way their hands took up so much of my body made this whole situation that much more odd.

Unfortunately, before I could ponder about that for too long I tried to breathe and realized for some reason I felt like there was a bunch of gunk in my throat making me panic.

'Is someone suffocating me?' The very thought of being strangled for some reason brought tears to my eyes, making my emotions run wild. Howls and screams come out of me in long bursts as I cry out for some kind of help from someone-anyone before I feel my body handed over to someone else.

Feeling the warmth of the woman now holding me in her arms my heart eases ever so slightly allowing me to stop crying to stare at her. The feeling of safety given off by the nice rhythmic sound of her heartbeat clears my thoughts of any of the fear I once had helping me think.

The woman's mouth moves spewing out a language I vaguely recognize as Japanese from my time of being a hikikomori.

"Dono yō ni kichōna anata wa. (How precious you are.)" The woman tiredly coo's at me, her eyes shining with affection.

"Namae o kimemashita ka? (Have you thought of a name?)" I hear a man's voice ask from just outside of my vision. The cold tone makes me shiver ever so slightly causing the women to hold me closer while wrapping me more tightly in a snug blanket.

"Minori, Matou Minori!" The purple haired lady cheerfully exclaims not at all fazed by the man's seemingly cold demeanor.

"Anata ga sore o sukina kagiri. (As long as you like it.)" While I don't understand him, his dismissive tone has me fuming strangely as I finally gain a full grasp of my bearings.

'Minori...Matou.' I'm not sure but I don't think that's a very common last name in Japan. I've obviously been reborn which I should be freaking out about but...I can't even remember my past life all that well so I can't help but feel a bit 'excited' about it rather than disturbed. I can't even remember dying! The thought of my death does make my skin feel...itchy though.

'Reincarnation, Matou, and purple hair.' I can already tell I'm not gonna like where this is going. Akasha, Gaia, God, or whatever it was that brought me here.

Screw you, and thanks I guess, at least I know this life won't be boring.