It appears that I have become a reincarnated person.
In my past life, I lived as a Japanese woman named Fuyou Mai.
I don't think it was a particularly notable life.
I went to school normally until university and then got a job at a local company. The company that I worked for wasn't known for having poor working conditions, and while I was moderately busy, I had the leisure to enjoy my hobbies of manga, games, and hot spring hopping, which was my only hobby, whenever I had time.
If I had to point out a problem, it would be that I may have enjoyed my hobbies alone too much and didn't have many opportunities to meet new people.
I was single and in my late twenties, but I didn't feel particularly anxious about it. I didn't build walls around myself like a loser or an ice queen, and given that it's not unusual to get married late these days, I didn't feel the need to rush, even if I had to listen to my parents' nagging and my relatives' meddling.
If I had died before turning 30, I would have felt sorry for my parents. Of course, I don't remember why I died at all.
Unfortunately, my memories have faded like a mist, and I can't remember them well.
But I suppose that can't be helped since I'm still a baby.
Yes, I can't do anything.
I have been in a state of being halfway between dreams and reality for several days since I was born, and only now have I been able to secure a certain level of thought. However, there was a big panic due to the discrepancy between the current situation and my memories.
I was on the verge of crying, but I managed to calm down by thinking about the phenomenon called "reincarnation," which I often saw in manga and novels.
Considering the fact that I was mentally 20 years old, I hope you can understand how confused I was.
If I have been reincarnated, I want to know where I am now.
However, the difficulty level of gathering information was frighteningly high.
There are people around me, but I can't understand their language, and my own mouth as a baby can't move skillfully enough to speak.
As a result of my attempts to speak, I could only produce indistinct sounds.
The people around me seemed to be very pleased to hear that, but that wasn't what I was looking for.
From time to time, I could hear words calling out to me, and I could hear that my name was Scarlett. I also heard something that sounded like the name of a house, Northmark.
It's a relief that I don't have to worry about pronunciation problems.
It seems that I was able to avoid the embarrassing situation of having a name that is difficult to pronounce like Arkansas or Schenectady, which is my own name. That's a relief.
Unfortunately, I couldn't gather any more information from the conversations I could hear.
I could make out a few words, but they didn't correspond to any language I knew. In other words, they were meaningless. I'll take my time deciphering the language in the future.
The only information I can obtain from my vision is that of a soft futon and a ceiling.
From the vast expanse of the ceiling, this room seems quite large, but since I'm very small, it's not very reliable in relative terms.
By the way, I still can't roll over.
If I can't move, I'll try to remember my memories from before. With that decision, I sank into thought and... lost consciousness.
Well, that's not surprising.
Even though adults don't think about it, conversations (although I haven't reached that point , and even thoughts, require energy. It's natural that a baby with minimal stamina has limited time to be active.
Babies need to sleep, too.
I, Scarlett Northmark, have been reincarnated as a baby.
Starting over as a baby is like playing on hard mode.