Chapter 3

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, Im a fifteen year old girl in class 1C of the high school section.

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

Theres also my older brother, whos a twenty year old in his second year of university, and together were 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 dont 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 constitution and wouldnt let me out of the house for a while. By now its 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 Im attending the one I am now. Well, thats fine though.

Incidentally, I remember my memories from my past life: man in another world as knowledge, but I dont have any of his feelings or emotions. I basically dont feel anything more than thats just how it was.

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

Well, its something that happened in another world, after all. As long as Im alive, theres no problem. Theres 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 wouldnt 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&r

squo;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 shishous 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 hadnt 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 Ill 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 households meals are cooked by me. By the way, its very popular.

Its rather ambiguous as to whether I have other hobbies as well, but I do like the so-called fantasy genre. Perhaps its because magic and monsters somehow or other bring back memories and nostalgia of my old world.

Its only at a level where I occasionally have a look at novels, or films, or games when I have the time though.

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Incidentally, far from being weak, my body in this life is quite high spec.

I think that my reflexes are quite good, and my ability to remember things is good too. Even in the tests at school, just by going to class every day and doing simple revision Im at the top of my grade (single digit rank).

Before tests, Tomoko whose grades are on the better end of the lower marks will tell me that its unfair. That has nothing to do with me, you know

There are regrettable things about this high spec body as well. To me, theyre even more important than having a high spec body. My friends tell me that Im being too greedy, but to me its a very important point.

That is

No matter how much I eat, I wont gain meat!

Eh? Youre jealous, you say? Isnt that a good thing, you say?

The females of the world may say that theyre jealous of a body that doesnt gain meat.

But please think about it carefully.

Meat doesnt refer only to flab, you know?

I dont grow horizontally for sure, but neither do I grow upwards.

And moreover, a part thats of critical importance to women my chest and butt wont grow beyond the minimum, you know?

Is there anything more lonely than this?

If youve already got meat there, you can reduce it by being careful about your food and diet, but if it doesnt gain in the first place theres nothing you can do about it, you know?

My height stopped growing just before I entered middle school, by squishing all of my breastless chest together I just barely manage a B cup, and my butt wont grow beyond the bare minimum; I have the so called tsurupeta body type.

Each time we take measurements, my meagre hopes are crushed, and if you only pay attention to the weight then people around me look envious, but when they look at the other measurements they look at me with pitying eyes, and in the end I get consoled.

I pass everyday telling myself that my growth period just hasnt come yet.

Dont call me tiny dont call me a child dont call me a flat chest Ill rip your tits off. Big women are the enemy.

Oops, please excuse me. I was pulled over to the Dark Side for a little bit.

Eh? What do I look like, you ask?

A black haired, black eyed Japanese with hair that goes past my hips and reaches my thighs I guess. My father and brother wouldnt let me cut it, you know Its too long and gets in the way, though.

Usually I have it tied up with ribbons at around the waist, or when I feel like it, I occasionally braid it I guess.

Im not very fussed about my hairstyle.

As for my face Well, according to my friends or family, its cute apparently. I cant really tell myself, though.

Perhaps its an adverse effect of my past life, but it seems that to me, the criteria for female beauty has become the size of her chest and how nice her face looks. It seems that I was a person from the Boob Planet; the me of my old life, that is.

And so this growthless body of mine has zero charm as a woman. Truly a pervert, right? The past me, that is.

It seems that this is a story where a person like me is the lead actress.