04 - First world -

I don't remember anything after entering the pillar of light, it was as if I had fallen into a deep sleep, sometimes I kept my conscience awake, but it felt like I was in a coma, I didn't feel anything and I didn't even have time, until thinking was difficult, I just knew I was alive.

But even with this strange situation, which could make anyone panic, for some reason I felt calm, as if I were safe.

I can't say how much time has passed, since I spent most of the time sleeping, but remembering that my goddess said that I would become a baby again, I can only assume that this is it, I'm still in my mother's belly.

At some point I woke up suddenly with a pain in the ass.

"Buaaaa, buaaaaa, buaaaaa"

Getting out of the comfort zone, to a noisy place is really stressful, my eyes are not used to the light, my motor coordination doesn't even seem to work.

Being a baby will suck.

"Congratulations Takasu-san, the delivery proceeded smoothly, and he appears to be a healthy boy"

The doctor said as he passed me over to a nurse, who promptly wrapped me in a warm towel and walked over to the voice that asked for her baby.

My eyes still hurt, so I can't see my mom.

So I was carefully handed over to her.

I never had a mother and I do not deny that I was always jealous of other children, I always wanted to be hugged or even scolded, I wanted a place to call home, but as I got older, it didn't matter anymore.

I had already grown up, I had already overcome.

And now I'm here, in my mother's arms, I don't know how to describe it, remember the feeling that Aria gave me, but still different, that brought me warmth, security.

And in her arms, I was slowly able to open my eyes, and the first thing I was paid off for was her beautiful blond hair that was curled at the ends, and her eyes were pink, in short, she was a beauty and looked very young.

While I rested her arms and felt her warmth, I could feel her caressing my face while murmuring: "My baby ..."

And looking into her eyes I could see her tears falling, they weren't just tears of joy, I could see the sadness in her eyes too, and seeing my mother like that also made me sad, and unconsciously I held out one of my little arms to wipe away her tears .

She seemed to understand my gesture, for which she cried even more.

And so we spent the first few minutes.

She calmed down at some point, and with cleaner eyes she gave me a light kiss on the forehead and thanked me.

"Thank you my son"

I still didn't understand the meaning of her words, probably my birth had some weight for her.

And for now, I could only rest in her arms and eventually sleep.

- 1 year later –

Now I am 1 year old, and my name is Takasu Akira, and now I know why my mother cried on the day of my birth, apparently my father left us when I heard that she was pregnant.

And when I said that she looked very young, she wasn't just looked, she is very young, she had me when she was 18, she didn't even finish high school, she had run away with my father's idiot.

He is certainly rubbish, leaving behind his pregnant wife and child, a total scum, if I ever find him I will certainly beat him up.

That's right, I have na older brother named Takasu Ryuuji, he is a year older than me, and my mother's name is Takasu Yasuko.

Although I'm staggering now, it's better than when I was crawling around, it's certainly good to grow up a little bit, and I hate to admit it, but I enjoyed the breastfeeding time, I don't remember being a perverted old man, maybe it's because I never had a mother .

The three of us lived in a small house, apparently my father was a Yakuza, which worried me at first, especially when I learned that they were helping us.

I remember that in my first months of age the Yakuza boss came to visit us, and I only know this because I met their boss, Issei Ichijou, I didn't realize it at first, I just thought he was familiar, na old man with thick eyebrows and hair smooth white back combed, and it was only when he introduced his son Ichijou Raku that I remembered the nisekoi series.

I was really surprised to know I was in this world, I didn't know if I was happy or sad, happy to be na easy world or sad because I didn't have much opportunity for growth.

Anyway, when I heard it was this Yakuza, I relaxed, they were not dangerous people, in fact, they were, but not for us.

Old Issei came to say that he was sorry for what one of his members did, and he would be supporting us, which my mother tried to refuse, she already fought with her parents and didn't want to have to depend on others, but the old man insisted, and na agreement was made that he would be helping at least for now, as we were small we would end up needing more attention, especially considering that she was alone, he is a really good person.

The old man and my mother put me and Raku to play with Ryūji as a supervisor, as we are practically the same age they thought we could be friends, I didn't care about that and my mother seemed happy too.

- 4 years later –

Now I'm 5 years old, Raku, my brother and I went to the same primary school, but my brother was a year ahead, Raku and I were good friends, but he got along better with my brother, I have to admit that they they were very similar.

And in our class we met Maiko, who was the best of Raku in the original series, he is really lively and fun, and he was our only friend.

As most of the time I came with Raku, we ended up coming with Yakuza as na escort making the other children avoid us, and to make matters worse, my brother and I had sharp eyes, which made it look like we were bad, I admit I thought it was funny at first, but it became annoying afterwards.

Ryuuji and I spent most of the time at Raku's house as our mother worked out all day and only came back at night.

When I was 4 I started to train my body, I only did stretches every day, nothing much, my mother thought I was playing, and when I was 5, along with stretching I did basic exercises, like running, push-ups, abdominal and squatting, I did everything to my limit, with the goddess's blessing I didn't have to worry about injuries, but I had to be careful not to let others see.

I had to build a solid foundation, I intend to learn all types of combat, and not only learn, my goal is to be a master of them.

Then the summer holidays came, it is at this time that Raku will meet the girls, he is certainly a lucky bastard, I searched for 60 years in my previous life and I did not find anyone willing to give me his love, and here he found these girls like cabbage.

He told us at his house that he was going to travel with his father, but there was something that day that shocked me, but precisely a guest that the old man received.

Kure Erioh, he is na elderly man with silver hair combed back and a wrinkled face suited to his age. He wears traditional Japanese dress, and his most distinctive feature is the black sclera in his eyes.

And if he was here, then this was not the simple world of nisekoi.

The kengan ashura people were here too.

A world where martial art has been trained to the fullest.

Looking at that old man, a smile formed on my face without my realizing it, a smile that seemed to frighten Raku.

I was excited now.

I will need to train a lot more.

Now the first goal is to win the kengan tournament.