The Legendary Janitor
Most people don't choose reincarnation. Reincarnation finds their way to them. Perhaps they did something great in their life. Or maybe truck-sama wasn't looking where it was going. But without fail, those who reincarnate are destined for something great. A new life where everything changes for the better. But... Reincarnation isn't always the greatest thing. Sometimes you just draw the short end of the stick. Di Tou just happens to have drawn the shortest stick. Pulled out of his life randomly. Taken by a crazy old eccentric man not as a disciple, but as a body double?! And a janitor body double no less?! Grasping a system to find... It's a JANITOR SYSTEM!? Truly, how unlucky can one get?
Middle School Formations?
All this time, Di Tou had been progressing forward from the viewpoint of a passerby. In a way, he was just trying to go through a process and treating this entire adventure like a painful visit to the DMV. He would do tasks as they came to them, over and over, even if they seemed redundant and stupid, in the hopes that underneath all the fluff, there was a semblance of logic that would eventually lead him to his desired goal, a way home.
Because of this viewpoint, Di Tou didn't want to make connections with people or leave behind a trace. After all, he was there to complete a goal, not to make friends or live a life. But the longer Di Tou stayed here, the more he understood that even if he wanted to live without leaving a trace, it wasn't possible. Humans are social creatures, and it's beyond difficult to survive alone. Even the most reclusive hermit still had to come out every now and then, even if only upon their deathbed, so they could get a proper burial.