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?
His eyes wide open, Di Tou watched the scene with rapt attention, feeling admiration well up in his heart. How beautiful.
Standing beneath the doorway of the house, Di Tou reached out a palm and felt his hand slightly moistened in the rain and a slight pleasant breeze blew by. Raising his palm, he tried to catch one of the feathers only for it to fade away as it touched his palm. Surprised, Di Tou looked down and saw that not a single feather littered the ground. Despite that, in his Spiritual Sense, he clearly felt that they were real...