Yuta was once a renowned hero in a fantasy world where strength and magic ruled supreme and was given the title 'strongest human' which he made to his name while on the journey to seek vengeance. But after a fateful encounter with his wife's killer he succeeds to bring them to death but he dies and is reincarnated into a new body - that of a socially awkward, overweight NEET named Katoi. At first, Yuta struggles to come to terms with his new form and the limitations it imposes on him. But as he reflects on his past mistakes and observes the people around him, he realizes that his reincarnation offers him a chance to start anew and make a positive impact on the world. With that in mind Yuta embarks on a journey of self-improvement, starting with his physical fitness and hygiene. Despite facing ridicule and disbelief from his peers, he remains determined to shed his old habits and become a better person. Along the way, Yuta faces various challenges and setbacks, from personal setbacks to societal obstacles. But with each obstacle he overcomes, he grows stronger and more determined to achieve his goals. With the help of new friends and allies, he sets out to change the world for the better. As his story unfolds, Yuta discovers that true strength comes not from one's physical prowess or magical abilities, but from one's willpower and resilience. His journey of self-discovery and redemption inspires others to follow in his footsteps, and ultimately transforms the world he inhabits.
It isn't normal to wake up with tears in your eyes and burning gas that's coming up the food pipe. He almost burped, and fortunately or unfortunately, he didn't, which seem to only flood a sensation over his chest which he would not like to experience ever again.
Yuta gradually regained consciousness, his senses awakening one by one. As his eyes flickered open, he found himself in an unfamiliar room. The space felt cramped, cluttered with various objects scattered about. His body felt heavy, as if burdened by an extra layer of flesh. Confusion washed over him as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings.
It was a relatively dark room, and judging the orange light that penetrated the thick curtain, confirming it was near sunset, give or take. Eyes felt like a vile of poison broke loose in his tear ducts, and that he would cry out blood.
With great effort, Yuta managed to rise, his movements hindered by the heaviness that weighed upon him. It was then that his gaze fell upon an extraordinary sight—a sleek and contemporary object resting upon a nearby table. Its elegant design stood in stark contrast to the disorder that surrounded it. A glimmer of curiosity sparked within him as he reached out to grasp the device, his trembling hands revealing a mixture of trepidation and anticipation.
Yuta stared at his reflection on the screen, disbelief and disappointment etched on his features. This was not the rejuvenated body he had envisioned, but a stark contrast to the warrior he once was.
With a sigh, Yuta surveyed the room. It was clear that this body had been neglecting physical activity for far too long. Piles of junk food wrappers and empty soda cans littered the floor. It was evident that the former occupant of this body had indulged in a sedentary and unhealthy lifestyle. He went back to examine the object he held in his hands.
"Oh, great. Another mortal to babysit," a lady-like muttered, her voice tinged with a disappointed edge. "Just what I needed."
As Yuta grappled with the laptop, a sudden sound startled him, causing him to lose his concentration. He turned his head, searching for the source, and to his astonishment, there stood a small, ethereal figure—a woman-like spirit whose eyes sparkled with mischief. She emitted an air of nonchalance, as if she couldn't be bothered by the world around her.
"So, you finally noticed me, huh?" she quipped, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Took you long enough, slowpoke."
Yuta's brows furrowed in confusion. "Who are you?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity and intrigue.
Yuta's curiosity piqued as he regarded the enigmatic spirit. "Who are you?" he inquired, his voice laced with intrigue.
The spirit let out a long, exaggerated sigh. "I suppose you deserve to know," she replied, her words dripping with indifference. "Apparently, Kishoten thought it would be amusing to appoint me as your personal guide to the customs of this world."
The spirit cocked her head to the side, a playful glint in her eyes. "They call me Hana, your designated guide to the bewildering customs of this world," she replied, punctuating her words with a theatrical flourish. "Consider yourself lucky."
Yuta raised an eyebrow, sensing Hana's lack of enthusiasm. "You don't seem too thrilled about the assignment," he observed, a hint of amusement coloring his words.
Hana rolled her eyes dramatically. "Thrilled? Oh, you have no idea," she scoffed. "I was living my best spirit life until Kishoten decided to ruin it by assigning me to be your personal lackey. Lucky me."
"Lucky indeed," Yuta replied, a chuckle escaping his lips. "I have a feeling you'll make this journey quite entertaining."
Hana shrugged nonchalantly, feigning indifference. "Entertaining? Me? Well, you may be onto something," she retorted, her tone laced with feigned modesty. "After all, who wouldn't enjoy guiding a hapless mortal through the labyrinth of this world's customs?"
Yuta blinked, trying to process this new information. "So, you're here to teach me about the customs and ways of this world?"
Hana rolled her eyes dramatically. "Well, I wouldn't go so far as to say 'teach,'" she retorted. "Let's just say I'm here to make sure you don't embarrass yourself too much. Consider it a public service."
Yuta couldn't help but chuckle at Hana's snarky demeanor. Her unapologetic bluntness was refreshing, a stark contrast to the politeness and formality he had grown accustomed to in his previous life.
"Alright, Hana, what do I need to know about this world?" Yuta asked, his curiosity growing.
Hana let out a long-suffering sigh. She grumbled, floating closer to Yuta. "You'll need to navigate the wonders of technology, the unwritten rules of society, and all the other nonsense that mortals are obsessed with, or if I am being realistic with you, you'll need to navigate the intricacies of technology, social norms, and all that jazz. Lucky for you, I'm here to make sure you don't screw it up too badly."
Yuta nodded, his curiosity piqued by Hana's charm and banter. "Alright, Hana, lay it on me. What's the first unwritten rule I should know about?"
Hana floated closer, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "Ah, the unwritten rules, the secret codes of society," she mused. "Here's the golden nugget: always pretend to know what you're doing, even if you have no clue. Confidence, my dear mortal, can take you far."
"I appreciate your guidance, Hana," Yuta said, his voice sincere. "Even if you're not exactly thrilled about it."
Hana flashed a smug smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, you're not completely useless, mortal," she replied with mock sincerity. "Well, don't expect any hand-holding or tender moments," she warned. "I'll do my best to keep you from making a complete fool of yourself. No promises beyond that."
They were suddenly interrupted by a loud and obnoxious sound emanating from the laptop. The noise was a bizarre combination of laughter and exaggerated screams. Startled, they both turned their heads towards the source of the sound.
Yuta let out a huge scream, not understanding how the object he was trying to comprehend was now filled with people and acted as a window to a different world. But Hana knew what was going on.
To their surprise, they found a prank video playing on the laptop screen. The video featured a series of embarrassing and humiliating pranks that were being pulled on unsuspecting victims. Judging by the victims of the pranks being young and attractive females with pranks that lies on a more erotic-comedy as a bait for people to click, one would know for certainty, that this was scripted. Yuta's eyes widened in disbelief, and a blush spread across his face as he realized the nature of the video.
Hana, on the other hand, couldn't help but burst into laughter, finding the whole situation highly amusing. She pointed at the screen, barely able to contain her amusement. "Well, well, Yuta, it seems you stumbled upon quite the entertaining video," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Yuta, feeling utterly embarrassed, quickly reached for the laptop, fumbling with the buttons in an attempt to shut it off. However, his lack of familiarity with such technology only made matters worse. He accidentally paused the video, freezing an awkward frame on the screen that captured one of the victims in a particularly compromising position.
As Yuta scrambled to find the right button to turn off the video, Hana couldn't help but tease him further. "Oh, Yuta, I must say, you have quite the luck for stumbling upon these embarrassing situations. It seems the pranks of this world have found their way to you already," she remarked, her tone laced with playful mockery.
As Yuta and Hana were caught off guard by the embarrassing prank video playing on the laptop, they suddenly heard a knock on the door. Yuta's heart skipped a beat as he realized that someone was outside. He looked at Hana, a mixture of confusion and anxiety on his face.
Yuta: "Who could that be? I don't recognize the voice."
Hana: (whispering) That's your mother, Yuta. She's at the door. Brace yourself for some good ol' family interaction.
Yuta furrowed his brow, trying to comprehend the situation. He nodded, preparing himself for whatever was about to unfold. With a sly grin, Hana adjusted her voice to mimic Yuta's.
Yuta's Mother: (from behind the door) Yuta, is everything okay? I heard some noise.
Hana (in Yuta's voice): Oh, everything is just peachy, Mom. I was just doing some interpretive dance and accidentally knocked a few things over. No big deal.
Yuta listened intently to Hana's words, even though their exact meaning eluded him. He watched Hana's mannerisms, her raised eyebrows, and playful smirk, and tried to replicate them as best he could.
Yuta's Mother: What happened? Are you hurt?
Hana (in Yuta's voice): Hurt? Nah, I'm as tough as nails. It was more like a comedy routine gone wrong. I'm just fine, Mom. Don't you worry.
Yuta's mother, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected response, couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.
Yuta's Mother: Alright, just be careful, dear. Let me know if you need anything.
Hana (in Yuta's voice): (smirking) Of course, Mom. I'll be sure to call for assistance if I plan on starting a one-man circus anytime soon.
Yuta's mother, oblivious to the fact that it wasn't actually Yuta speaking, eventually retreated from the door. Yuta, still trying to piece together the nuances of the conversation, turned to Hana.
Yuta: What on earth did you say to my mother? I couldn't understand the words, but it seemed like you handled it with some serious sass.
Hana flashed a mischievous grin, reveling in the opportunity to showcase her snarky side.
Hana: Oh, you know, just a little dose of sarcasm and a pinch of wit. Your mother now thinks you're the embodiment of comedy gold. You're welcome.
Yuta: Wait...How come you can talk to my mother?
Hana tilted her head, a smirk playing on her lips. "Lucky for you, I happen to be a master of both ancient languages and modern tongues. Consider me your personal linguistic savant, Yuta. Just leave all the mind-boggling translations to the boss babe in the room."