Of course, there was the possibility of them being very poor and unable to

afford the electricity bills.

.....Maybe that possibility was very high?
I thought they surely had some money, as there was someone dressed like a
maid.
But it wouldn't be strange if it was a sister of one of my parents. It would be a
normal thing for her to be cleaning.
I certainly wanted to start afresh, but living in a family that could not even
afford the bills made me very restless.
 Part 3
Half a year passed by.

Listening to my parents' conversations during this last half-year, I had started

to understand things bit by bit.
My English grades couldn't have been considered good, but it seems true that
learning it can be quite a slow thing when heavily influenced by a native
language. Or could it be that this body's mind was pretty good? Maybe it was
because of my young age, but I could quickly remember things.
By this time, I was able to crawl.
Being able to move is a wonderful thing.
I had never felt such gratefulness for being able to move.
"He'll run somewhere else when I move my eyes away from him."
"Isn't it good he's active? I was so worried when he didn't cry at all when he
was born."
"Even now, he doesn't cry."
My parents had this discussion when they saw me crawling everywhere.
I was not at an age when I'd cry loudly when hungry, after all.
But even if I tried to hold it in, the stuff that comes from below would still
leak out, so I just left things alone as they were.

Even though I could only crawl, once I did so, I understood a lot of things.
First of all, this family was relatively well off.
The building was a two-story wooden house, and there were over five rooms.
They had one hired maid.
At first I thought the maid was my aunt or something, but her respectful
attitude towards my parents made it seem she wasn't family.
The place was a village.
From the scenery I could see from the windows, it was in a tranquil landscape
of farming plots.
The other houses were scattered around, and on one side of the wheat fields I
could see two, three families.
It was quite a rural place. I could not see any electric wires, lamps, or
anything similar. Perhaps there wasn't a generator nearby.
I had heard that foreign countries place their wires underground, but if that
was the case, it was strange that this house did not have electricity.
It was too rural. It was painful for me who had been jostled by the wave of
civilization.
Even if it was reincarnation, I still wanted to have a personal computer.

That way of thinking ended on a certain afternoon.

With nothing to do, I climbed up onto the chair as usual, intending to admire
the field's scenery. When I looked out the window, I was shocked.
Father was waving around a sword in the courtyard.
(Wha, huh? What is he doing?)
My dad is still waving that thing at his age? Chuunibyou?
(Ah, crap....)
Due to the shock, I fell down from the chair.
My undeveloped hands grabbed the chair, but they were unable to support my
body and the heavier back of my head hit the ground first.
"Kyaa!"