I’m Back in the Other World? Isekai ni Demodori Shimashita? 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’, 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.

It’s rather ambiguous as to whether I have other hobbies as well, but I do like the so-called “fantasy” genre. Perhaps it’s because magic and monsters somehow or other bring back memories and nostalgia of my old world.
It’s 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 cla.s.s every day and doing simple revision I’m 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 it’s unfair. That has nothing to do with me, you know…
There are regrettable things about this high spec body as well. To me, they’re even more important than having a high spec body. My friends tell me that I’m being too greedy, but to me it’s a very important point.
That is…

No matter how much I eat, I won’t gain “meat”!

Eh? You’re jealous, you say? Isn’t that a good thing, you say?
The females of the world may say that they’re jealous of a body that doesn’t gain “meat”.
But please think about it carefully.
Meat doesn’t refer only to flab, you know?
I don’t grow horizontally for sure, but neither do I grow upwards.
And moreover, a part that’s of critical importance to women… my chest and b.u.t.t won’t grow beyond the minimum, you know?
Is there anything more lonely than this?
If you’ve already got meat there, you can reduce it by being careful about your food and diet, but if it doesn’t gain in the first place there’s nothing you can do about it, you know?
My height stopped growing just before I entered middle school, by squis.h.i.+ng all of my breastless chest together I just barely manage a B cup, and my b.u.t.t won’t 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 pa.s.s everyday telling myself that my growth period just hasn’t come yet.

“Don’t call me tiny don’t call me a child don’t call me a flat chest I’ll rip your t.i.ts 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 j.a.panese with hair that goes past my hips and reaches my thighs I guess. My father and brother wouldn’t let me cut it, you know… It’s 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.
I’m not very fussed about my hairstyle.
As for my face… Well, according to my friends or family, it’s “cute” apparently. I can’t really tell myself, though.
Perhaps it’s 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 b.o.o.b 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.