Chapter 1:

Chapter 01 The Last Walk Home

Okay, So I Might Be a Little Overpowered for a Toddler…



The steel pipe connected with Rein’s face with a wet smack. His head snapped to the side, but his feet didn’t move. The three boys surrounding him froze. The tall one in front expected him to drop. Rein blinked and slowly turned back to face them, wiping a thin trickle of blood from the corner of his lip.

"That all you got, choom?"

The bullies stared. The lead kid, pale now, took a shaky step back.

 “H-he didn’t even flinch… Screw this, man! Run!”

He dropped the broken piece of pipe on the ground. Then they turned and ran, shoving each other in panic as they fled down the street.

Rein, deeply disappointed, exhaled through his nose.

"Wow, what a bunch of cowards."

 He turned toward the girl they'd cornered, shielding her during the scuffle. She was huddled against the wall, hoodie pulled over her head, hair falling in messy strands over her face. She peeked up, made brief eye contact, and then bolted without a word.

"Hey! You okay? Come on, don’t run—I’m not the bad guy here. Hello? Anyone teach you to say thank you when someone helps you?” 

His voice trailed off, “No? Alright. Cool. Man... that reaction hurt more than the steel pipe to the face."

He rubbed the sore spot on his cheek and sighed, glancing up at the evening sky. 

"Well, guess I should head home too. Kinda getting late."

 He stretched his arms over his head and yawned.

 "Aah~ wonder what's for dinner tonight. Please not leftovers. Hopefully not instant noodles again either."

Rein walked the dim sidewalk toward the train crossing, shoes dragging slightly. Streetlights flickered above like tired stars. The night was calm, the air cool, and the only sound was the soft buzzing of streetlight neon bulbs.

Until it wasn’t. A familiar voice called from behind him.

 "Thought you could humiliate us and walk away? You think you’re tough, huh? Think you’re a big man ‘cause you didn’t cry when I hit you?"

Rein sighed and turned. Bullies were back. But now there were six.

"Ughh,"he sighted, cracking his neck, "you brought backup. Just great. Look, I was just going home. I’m tired. Can we do this another day? No? Alright then, bring it!" 

They lunged, and he moved. He dodged, twisted, blocked, struck. It wasn’t pretty, but Rein fought with skill, the kind that comes from being kicked down more times than one can count. One by one, they fell, grunting and cursing as they hit the pavement. Two dropped instantly, clutching their guts. Another backed into a pole trying to swing his bat.

In less than a minute, they were groaning on the sidewalk. Rein stood in the middle of the bodies, only a scratch on his cheek.

"Yeah! And stay down! Don't even thing about coming back after me or a few broken bones will be the least of your problems. Got it?" 

He turned to step onto the crossing, watching the red lights blink slowly as the signal bells chimed in the distance.

Then something latched onto his ankle.

Rein looked down—one of the punks hadn’t passed out after all. The boy yanked hard making Rein stumble forward—and trip.

His head slammed into the concrete. Hard. For a second, everything went white. The world glitched. Colors twisted. The cold pavement under him became warm and soft. The sound of train horn blared—then warped into a hum.

He tried to get up, but his limbs wouldn’t respond. He watched as the train got closer and closer.

Then—impact.

Darkness swallowed him whole.

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He awoke to warmth.

Light. Drapes fluttering gently in a breeze. A soft bed. A high ceiling. Walls of stone and gold. Above him were tall figures, speaking a strange language. Words he didn’t know, but spoken in urgent, serious tones.

He tried to sit up, to shout, "What’s going on?! Where am I? What happened?"

 But he couldn’t. His body didn’t move right. His hands—tiny, pudgy fingers that curled on instinct. His legs barely wiggled.

 "No. No no no. What is this? How did this happen? Who are these people? Why I'm a baby?! Huh!? I was teaching bullies a lesson a moment ago and now I'm this?"

Then realization come, "Wait, hold on. I tripped, on train tracks, then the train come and... and... I died. Are you telling me I was reincarnated into another world? You have to be joking!"  

A woman leaned over him—beautiful, silver-haired, with a long dress that sparkled like woven frost. She smiled down, whispering softly, and tickled his cheek with a finger.

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Two Years Later

The castle halls were quiet at this hour—Rein shuffled down the corridor, wobbling a bit but determined to walk unaided. His two-year-old legs, while short, moved with the balance and focus of someone much older. Which, in a way, he was.

"Okay," he thought, "let’s run this back real quick. One moment, I’m walking home after getting punched in the face for saving a girl, and the next… BAM—train. It’s lights out. Thought that was the end of the line. But nope. I wake up… and I’m a freaking baby. Yeah. Baby. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t talk. Just stared at ceiling and listened to people speaking gibberish while I drooled on myself. Real humbling experience."

He’d been reborn into a world with magic, monsters, and nobles that wore tights. And as a baby, no less.

"At first, I thought maybe I’d gone mad. Hallucinating. But no, this world is real. Fancy furniture, weird clothes, and definitely not Japanese. It’s like I got isekai’d into a fantasy anime... but no truck involved this time—props for originality, I guess."

 A guard salutes as Rein toddles past with a toy sword. Several maids bowed and smiled at him while whispering in soft tones.

"It took me a while, but I picked up the language. I mean, what else was I going to do? Can’t read. No internet. No manga. Just bored nobles cooing at me. The maids whispered stuff like, 'His Highness is so clever,' and 'He understood that?' or 'Did you see how he mimicked Sir Alric’s salute? He's gifted!' …Damn right I did. I’ve got the mental age of a high school senior, thank you very much. I’m stuck in a plush prison where people hand-feed me fruit and call me ‘young master’ every five seconds. Ain't so bad."

 

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