Kazuki had been many things in his previous life—a hardworking adult, a phone addict, and a lover of late-night snacks—but being a baby was something entirely new. He barely had time to process his sudden reincarnation before he found himself swaddled in a soft blanket, staring up at the blurry shapes that were his new parents.
His first thought? Wow, everything is so…big.
Kazuki had barely adjusted to the fact that he was now a pint-sized human when the real challenges of babyhood began. The first of these was the overwhelming urge to cry—something that his adult mind found both irritating and inevitable. It was as if his tiny body had its own agenda, completely disregarding his mature thoughts.
Why am I crying? he wondered, the wails spilling out of him uncontrollably. Is this what babies do all day?
His mother, a gentle woman with a soothing voice, rocked him back and forth, trying to calm him. "There, there, my little one," she cooed, her voice like a lullaby. "Everything's going to be alright."
Kazuki wasn't so sure about that, especially when he felt the unmistakable discomfort of a full diaper. Oh no. This is not happening. But, of course, it was happening, and Kazuki had no choice but to let his new parents deal with the messy situation.
A Day in the Nursery
As days passed, Kazuki became more accustomed to his new life. The nursery where he spent most of his time was a cozy, colorful place filled with soft toys, mobiles, and an assortment of magical knick-knacks that would occasionally float or light up for no apparent reason.
One day, as Kazuki lay in his crib, a group of well-meaning adults—a nursemaid, a nanny, and his parents—gathered around, cooing at him as if he were the most fascinating creature in the world.
"Look at him, he's so alert!" the nursemaid exclaimed, leaning over the crib with wide eyes.
Kazuki stared back at her, doing his best impression of a curious baby. Alert? Lady, I'm just trying to figure out why everything's so blurry. And why the hell does my diaper feel like it's about to explode?
The nanny decided it was time for some "baby exercises" and started gently moving his arms and legs in what Kazuki could only describe as the most bizarre aerobics class he'd ever attended.
"One, two, three, and stretch!" the nanny chanted, moving his tiny limbs in sync.
Kazuki tried to suppress a groan as his legs were lifted in what felt like the infant version of a Pilates class. Seriously? Baby yoga? What's next, advanced synchronized crying?
As the nanny wiggled his toes with the precision of a pro dancer, Kazuki thought, I swear, if my life had a soundtrack right now, it would be an endless loop of circus music. Only instead of a clown car, it's a nursery full of overzealous adults.
To add to the absurdity, the magical mobile above his crib decided to join in the fun, spinning wildly and shooting out tiny sparkles like it was auditioning for a role in a disco. Kazuki watched in bewildered amusement as the mobile's light show cast erratic patterns on the walls, making the room look like a rave party for toddlers.
Just when Kazuki thought it couldn't get any more ridiculous, his mother entered the room, her face breaking into a smile as she saw the spectacle.
"Oh, look at our little warrior!" she said, her tone full of pride and a hint of what Kazuki could only interpret as amusement at the absurdity. "He's already showing off his flexibility."
Kazuki, caught between a fit of giggles and frustration, could only think, Great, now I'm a contortionist in a magic-infused circus act. Can someone get me a drink? Or at least a pacifier that doesn't come with a side of glitter?
His father, still trying to adjust to his new role as a heroic dad, barged in with an exaggerated flourish, only to be greeted by the sight of Kazuki's diaper changing into what looked like a small fireworks display.
"By the gods!" the hero exclaimed, his eyes widening. "Is that… fireworks?"
Kazuki gave him a tiny, innocent smile, which he hoped conveyed the sentiment: Yep, Dad. Just another day in the life of your newly reincarnated son. Welcome to the chaos.
But the real trouble began when his self-proclaimed "uncle" from next door decided to pay a visit.
This so-called uncle wasn't just any neighbor—he was the epitome of flamboyance. Sporting a mustache that curled up at the ends and wearing a hat that was two sizes too big, he marched into the nursery like he owned the place.
"Aha! There's the little man!" he bellowed, puffing out his chest like a rooster. He made a grand entrance, flapping his arms as if trying to take flight, which caused the oversized hat to wobble precariously on his head.
Kazuki stared at him, wide-eyed, Who let this circus act in?
The uncle leaned in, nearly losing his balance as his hat flopped over one eye. "I see the spark of genius in him already!" he proclaimed, wagging a finger dramatically. "Mark my words, this boy will be a legend!"
Kazuki, unimpressed, decided to respond in the only way he could—by blowing a loud, wet raspberry right in the uncle's face. The sound echoed through the room, leaving a trail of spittle on the uncle's already wrinkled cheek.
The uncle stumbled back, clutching his chest as if mortally wounded. "Oh, the lad has a wit as sharp as his dear old uncle's!" he declared, dabbing at his face with a frilly handkerchief. "A true prodigy!"
Kazuki's mother, who had been watching from the doorway, barely contained her laughter. She quickly stepped in, rescuing her son from further theatrics. "Oh, Uncle, you do know how to make an entrance," she said, trying to keep a straight face as she wiped Kazuki's chin.
The uncle straightened up, adjusting his hat with as much dignity as he could muster. "Of course! A star deserves nothing less!"
Just as everyone was starting to relax, something strange happened. A small, colorful ball floated into the room, bobbing up and down right above Kazuki's crib. It shimmered with tiny, sparkling stars, clearly enchanted.
Kazuki's eyes lit up. Now, this is more like it!
Without missing a beat, he reached up, managing to poke the ball with his tiny fingers. The moment he did, the ball burst into a shower of harmless sparks, lighting up the room like a miniature fireworks display.
The adults erupted into a panic. The nursemaid rushed over, her face pale. "What in the world—?"
Kazuki, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. Best. Toy. Ever.
The uncle, once again the center of attention, recovered his composure and dramatically declared, "See? Even the magic in the air recognizes his greatness!"
Kazuki's father, who had been silently observing from the corner, finally spoke up. "I think we've got a little magician on our hands."
Kazuki grinned inwardly. They have no idea what's coming.
As the adults finally calmed down and left the nursery, Kazuki was placed back in his crib. He gurgled contentedly, feeling a sense of satisfaction. He had made it through his first day in this strange new world, and already, things were shaping up to be a whole lot of fun.