Assassin.
That was who I was.
When I was a kid, I was kidnapped from the orphanage by an assassin organization. From that moment, I was never told why, nor was I cared for. Instead, I was trained relentlessly, so much so that by the time I turned fifteen, I had already begun accepting assassination missions.
At that age, teenagers were still trusted and faced fewer legal consequences, making it the perfect time for an assassin's debut.
That was then—now was the present.
Before I knew it, so much time had passed, and I was now twenty-seven years old.
However, unlike what others might think, I wasn't dissatisfied with my life.
Coming from an orphanage where my future was grim, I had risen to become one of the top veteran assassins, with an income that easily placed me in the top 1% of the world's wealthiest.
Money, power, women—there was nothing I couldn't have.
As for love?
Please. In my line of work, I had seen every kind of drama imaginable, and any belief I had in love had long since faded.
Love was just a tool for the weak, a way to control others or justify their own failures. If I was attracted to a woman, I would simply fuck her. If she consented, great. If she didn't, it was nothing a little drug in her drink couldn't fix—or maybe some blackmail to coerce her until she gave her consent.
Anyway, consent wasn't the problem.
When I wasn't on a mission, I'd kill time watching anime, movies, or indulging in whatever I pleased.
A free life, a happy life. Everything was going perfectly.
But as the saying goes: when peace lasts too long, trouble is bound to follow. If you walk in the dark long enough, you're sure to encounter a ghost.
And on my latest mission, I hit that ghost hard.
The number of bodyguards protecting my target exceeded my expectations. I was shot five—maybe six—times. My body was a mess. There was no way out of this situation.
As my consciousness faded, I didn't feel much regret. I had always known this would be my end, sooner or later. It was just a matter of time.
Still, if I had one regret, it would be that anime, My Hero Academia.
I had just started watching that anime, and I hadn't finished yet. Not that the plot was anything spectacular or whatnot, but the animation, especially of those young girls with big breasts? Yeah, that was something I wouldn't mind seeing more of.
'Ah, damn… If that world was real, I'd fuck those bitches silly.'
With that nonsensical wish slipping through my mind, I left this world.
* * *
"Both the child and the mother are safe, and the delivery went very smoothly!"
It was a woman's voice—soft but clear.
"This child isn't crying at all. How unusual. Such a good baby!" Another woman said warmly.
The noise around me grew. People were chattering, while a man nearby seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time. It was starting to get on my nerves.
'Wait a minute… What's going on? Shouldn't I be dead?'
My thoughts were hazy, but my annoyance was real.
"My dear son, welcome to our home."
A gentle, feminine voice spoke again, full of tender love. I felt myself being hugged tightly.
But something was off.
The woman who held me looked like a giant—no, that wasn't right. It wasn't her that was huge. It was me. I was tiny. A baby.
'Holy shit! I've been reincarnated! Woohoo!'