King of Shikigami

Wow that's an unknown ceiling. *Chuckle*Looks like death didn't do much to curve my innate weebness. Is that even a word? But still, doing this every time I wake up gets boring quickly enough. Especially, when it has already been a month to the incident. Well atleast I am experiencing what you would call an otaku's wet dream. Reincarnation or may I call it isekai? Maybe it is transmigration; don't know much difference about either of them. Should have focused on the subject more than the teacher. Hey, no judging; she was too hot to be an English teacher, anyway. Damn, man those curves. Could have gone trekking on those mountains.

But it was a good decision. I would probably have to relearn them anyway. Being able to speak a language that I couldn't even understand without subtitles is, well fascinating perhaps. No, more interesting thing is the fact that I can't understand my original mother tongue, much less speak it. Speak in it. Speak with it. Ugh! Whatever, that's the last thing I should be concerned with anyway. I mean, I did reincarnate into my favorite manga after all. Loved that shit. It was peak. But maybe, I should probably focus on this (lavender?) perfume that just filled the room. Is it perverted that I can recognize my sister from her smell so quickly? Whatever she is not my sister. Well, I mean she is not even this guy's own sister. Though being a pedophile is also not on my to-do list.

"Good morning, Gumi. Breakfast is ready. Freshen up already."

Came a sweet voice that had an unknown warmth that I simply can't place anywhere. I simply can't understand how can you be so kind to someone you didn't even know until last month. Moreover what's this sense of nostalgia anyway? I don't know anyone like her, do I? Whatever should get ready; she's right, it's already 7. Let's get going, shall we?

Bathing is a chore. Maybe it's the format. Probably will ask Mr. Kong to get a damn shower as the first thing. It's likely the bathtub that makes me uncomfortable. But then again sitting in this miniature sauna gives a different sensation of relaxation. It's totally ridiculous that an apartment that consists of a single bedroom with no heater or ac has fucking bathtub and a geyser. God bless the Japanese and their bathing (more like soaking) addiction. Well a father, who couldn't care less about selling his child to the clan that kicked him out, wouldn't really give a shit about a house he barely stays in anyway. When was the last time I saw him again? Yeah, the day I isekaid into this world and was left alone with my sister dearest. Though Mr. I am your father's friend but will only pay your dues before you get taken by your misogynist clan, did come by every now and then. I wonder where daddy dearest is at right now. Who cares?

Getting to dining room, I see my sister with her annoyingly sweet smile waiting in the dining cum drawing room with *is that a sandwich?*. That's just...ridiculous.

"Like it?"

"Yeah…..but you didn't have go through this much effort unnecessarily. I just said that in a passing thought. Didn't mean anything by it."

"So you don't like it."

Is that tears? Why are your eyes so watery? And is that what you call pouting? Ugh don't look so sad, it's just a fucking sandwich.

"No it's fine. I love it. You didn't have to go through all that effort to get this prepared. Normal rice and miso soup would have been fine. But thanks" Damn, how can a person's brighten up so quickly? Sometimes her maturity makes me forget she is just a 7year old girl after all. Her situation may have forced her to mature earlier but she is still a kid.

No, that's not it. She's only this vulnerable and emotional when she's with me. I think I heard my seniors talking about how they thought she was mute until teacher asked her to read her textbook. Though, they were just boys, so it's a good thing. Ugh, whatever let's just finish eating and get ready. I can contemplate her overdependence on me at a later time.

"So when do you plan on getting home today?" Small talks huh.

"Yeah, today I might be little late. I have PE today so teacher asked us to stay after class hours." Damn she even put a omelet in it. Bread is toasted and filled with cheese. Must have taken some effort huh.

"Why? Do they have separate extras class for it in here?"

"No, it's just that, I'm applying for football team" Stop getting so happy over such minor things. I didn't do this because you asked me socialize.

"I'm glad"

Fuck, let's just not look at her and focus on the food. Hmm, this….is alright. No it's fucking delicious.

"How is it?" Stop being such a busybody, woman.

"It's ok"

"You don't have to hold back, you know." No I do. You are just temporary anyway.

Whatever, let's just eat this already and get going. Ugh, this sandwich is just goddamn delicious.

Speaking of sandwich, till when do I have to endure this life anyway? This false sense of normalancy. Is it around when the MC joins highschool? No, I do remember students having prior knowledge and experience. But I think the proper utilization of the power system is not possible till you're 15 or 16. Well, as interesting as my monologue is, I think it's time to leave for school. Hurray, I will get to enjoy sending time with noisy, smelly brats of 6. Oh the joys of life. Must have been quite a saint in my previous life to be blessed to such a degree.

"Sis, did-"Fuck never seen a head turn around so fast. And why the fucking smile again?

"I…it's about time, I guess?"

"What is?" And please stop smiling woman.

"You called me sis."

"Huh…umm…"Stop shuttering. You are supposed to be a grown ass man. Well as much of a man as a 21year old should be in a 6year old child's body.

"Hehe" Stop making fun of me woman. "I didn't know my little brother's pouting face would be so cute" It's not. And I'm not pouting. Men can't pout, goddamnit.

"You...just shut up." And now she is laughing. " Anyway, did you bring your lunchbox?" That came faster than I would like to admit.

"Oh, shit. Yeah just a sec" And there she goes running into the house she just came from. Well how hard is it to remember to bring a lunch you made yourself? So embarrassing.

It's the first time since we met, isn't it? She laughed like that. Almost makes you want to protect it. *sigh* Anyway, we should get going since she's back.

This is better. Silence is better. More comfortable. No, unnecessary nostalgia that I couldn't even place. Can't even remember who it reminds me of. Sigh, what am I sighing so much for? This is all temporary anyway. Once that idiot arrives I will leave all this behind. That will be the actual start of the plot. Prelude maybe. Not that I can remember, nor does it matter. Sacrificing the memories was necessary (I think?). Hmm, already? Maybe I was too busy in my musings to even register my school.

Looking around, I see the bug isn't here. None of them are. Hmm…good. It worked. *Breathes out* that's better.

"You ok"

"Hmm?" she noticed "Yeah"

"Ok then, I will leave first. Take care"

"Take care"

Should probably head to my own cell too. My jailor must be there already. Honestly, I don't get it. Is being a teacher in a kindergarten that high paying a job that she always arrives 30 fucking minutes early? How bad must a person's life be that she prefers company of 6year olds more than actual people? Damn NPCs. But it's a pot calling the kettle black (that's the line right?). Given the person I transmigrated into, I can't really ridicule her. Well, atleast given the current circumstances I won't be Mr. let's commit kamikaze if the opponent appears even a little bit strong. No, that's not right. What was he called again? Yeah, the potential man. But then again I shouldn't say 'he', should I? After all I am Fushiguro Megumi and under the heaven and earth, I alone am the potential man.