Chapter 1

I woke up in the middle of a forest. My body feels heavy. My chest feels cramped as if there isn't enough oxygen.

As I recall, I was driving my GTR at Nürburgring, but then the rain suddenly came during my hot lap. I kept pushing, and I hit the barrier.

The car wasn't meant for racing, so my injuries probably led to my death.

So, where am I now? What are these memories?

With these foreign memories, I walk through the bamboo forest. As I step out of it, I find a road next to the rice fields. Finally, these memories lead me to a traditional Japanese house.

An old man, who must be wearing a hakama, laughs.

"How's your training, grandson? I see you never skip cardio, huh?"

"Huh? R-right..."

"Hahaha! Alright, clean up first. Grandpa already prepared a hot tub for you."

I still don't know what's going on! But I follow the flow naturally with these vague memories.

Shortly after, I finish with the bath and start drying my body.

Hold on... my...

"My body! Where's my gorgeous six abs?!"

Looking at this fatso—me—I realize I've just woken up into a nightmare!

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December 2nd, 2007.

As the cold chills my skin, I keep my pace steady with my current motivation.

"Huft! Huft! Huft!"

A month has passed. I've already come to terms with this new life. It's not a dream, so I need to move on since there's no way I survived that crash. The race crash that sent me to another world. For 30 days, I did nothing but ponder reality. However, I've decided it's time to knock it off and move on.

Anyway.

Makabe Masamune.

That's my new name.

Apparently, I reincarnated into a 10-year-old boy.

I don't know what happened to this boy. Did he die while trying his best to change his overweight body? Poor kid. But as a man, it's not a bad ending. This kid had the mindset to change himself, with rage burning inside him.

From his memories...

This boy came from a well-off family. His father runs the Hayase Group, which plays a big part in Japan's hospitality industry. I thought I finally had a silver platter, but something happened between him and his family, and Masamune ended up living with his grandpa in Chiba.

I mean, that's sad.

"Huft! Huft! Hah..."

After a long trip back home, I lie on the tatami floor inside my grandpa's house.

Early this morning, I did hardcore cardio by running 10 km. Now my legs numb as fuck. Don't laugh. It's hardcore for a 10-year-old boy like me, especially when I weigh 70 kg. If I don't get healthy, I'm going to die of cardiac arrest.

"HAHAHA! Look at you, Masamune! I like how motivated you are, sweating a lot in the morning!"

I open my left eye to see a 65-year-old man. But he's not just any ordinary old man. My grandpa is ripped. I've never seen an old man like him, with that kind of stamina, looking more like he's in his 40s than 60s. Anyway, he's my grandpa, Makabe Hachiro.

"Yeah…" I say, looking at the ceiling, still catching my breath. "Thanks..."

"Keep it up. At this rate, you'll lose all that fat within a year, maybe! Haha! Just keep doing what you're doing now. Alright, I'll be back at dinner."

I nod at him as I go back to my room to continue my work.