Isekai ni Demodori Shimashita? Chapter 3 (1/2)

Chapter 3 –  The person known as ‘me’.

My name is “Fujino Sakura”.

Attending an integrated girls school that has spans from kindergarten all the way through university; a so-called ‘Ojousama School’, I’m a fifteen year old girl in cla.s.s 1C of the high school section.

My father works as the section manager of a major company, and my mother manages a boutique.

There’s also my older brother, who’s a twenty year old in his second year of university, and together we’re a four person family.

Going from only this, I seem like an ordinary girl who was born into a slightly better off family, but between you and me, I remember my past life… it seems.

The “it seems” here is because I don’t have “memories” in the same sense that you often see in novels and such.

On the night of my fifth birthday, I had a dream.

A dream where a man in a robe was stabbed to death from behind by a knight-looking man.

It seems that in my past life, I was that robed man, that magician… Going by the knowledge of my past life, he would be called a ‘magus’ I think, and it seems that he could use magecraft. He still died though.

After having that dream, from the next day onwards, I was writhing around having feverish nightmares for the next week… it seems.

Worrying about me, it seems that my family called the doctor to have a look at me but, “cause unknown” it was said.

After a week the fever went down, and my condition got better as well, but because of the “cause unknown” diagnosis, my family unilaterally decided that I had a weak const.i.tution and wouldn’t let me out of the house for a while. By now it’s become a good memory to me.

After my condition improved, I remembered the knowledge of “a world different from this one”.

Thinking about it now, was that a growth fever that came about due to the “memories turning into knowledge and flowing into the brain”?

After that they were incredibly overprotective, and made sure to look for a school with good facilities, which is why I’m attending the one I am now. Well, that’s fine though.

Incidentally, I remember my “memories” from my “past life: man in another world” as “knowledge”, but I don’t have any of his feelings or emotions. I basically don’t feel anything more than “that’s just how it was”.

What about the magic, you ask? Of course I tested it. Nothing happened though…

Well, it’s something that happened in another world, after all. As long as I’m alive, there’s no problem. There’s no problem, I said, no problem.

At the same time that I entered the primary school section of the school, in order to strengthen my body I joined a kobujutsu dojo near my house.

It was something I wanted myself, and was the result of a compulsive but spontaneous thought that it wouldn’t do if I had no means to protect myself.

It seems that in my past life, despite being an expert in “magic” or whatever, my physical ability was basically non-existent and moreover, I wonder if the reason was perhaps because I was stabbed to death from behind with a sword.

At first my family was against it, but by saying things such as “for self-defence” and “for strengthening my health and body” I got them to acknowledge it. I really tried hard.

From between ages six and ten, at the dojo I learned things from basic (?) techniques such as iaijutsu, bare handed fighting, naginata, and bojutsu, to dubious things like “qigong”.

Well, it was a hobby dojo with only one master and one disciple, so I’m not sure about the strength, but I think it might be plenty as far as self-defence goes.

After I entered the middle school section, in accordance to my s.h.i.+shou’s teaching “mastery is tied to being able to read their breathing”, I began learning aikido as well (at a different dojo).

Incidentally, at the new dojo I was peerless amongst my age group (there were only two people though).

One disadvantage of my knowledge of my past life was cooking.

In my old world the culinary culture hadn’t developed, and the taste was weak… or perhaps I should say that they essentially did nothing but add salt and a few herbs or spices, and even the cooking methods were limited to “roasting” and “boiling”, so after my memories of my past life returned(?), I was immediately moved by the difference in taste.

With this as the impetus, I started thinking things like “This world is overflowing with delicious things!” and went from “I want to eat delicious foods” to “I want to eat delicious foods so I’ll just make them myself”, and ended up with cooking as a hobby. Delicious things are justice.

I became fussy enough that I started handmaking my own seasonings, bread and noodles as well, which shocked my family though…

Right now, eighty percent of my household’s meals are cooked by me. By the way, it’s very popular.