Se connecterTakuto Kimura, 30 years old, a career elite, always dressed in a sharp suit, with his hair perfectly neat, looking like the lead character from《The Godfather》or《Yakuza Chronicles》. His daily life is a never-ending "battle": meetings, overtime, coffee to stay awake, and piles of reports. To outsiders, he is the epitome of a successful businessman, but inside, he's already overwhelmed by the pressure and suffocating under it. Every day, he finds himself thinking, "If only I could go back to being three years old, I wouldn’t have to deal with these damn files and KPIs." One late night, as he stares at his computer screen, drowning in self-doubt, fate suddenly gives him an unexpected "opportunity" “He is reborn, back to the age of three.”
Voir plus“Sir Xavier, delikado pa ang lugar ng aksidente. Hindi po kayo puwedeng pumasok! Nakipag-ugnayan na po kami sa rescue team. Darating na ang ambulansya anumang sandali.”
“Sir Xavier…” “Umalis kayo sa harapan ko! Kapag may nangyari sa kanya dahil sa pagkaantala, sisiguraduhin kong mananagot kayong lahat!” ***** Sa gitna ng nag-uumapaw na ingay, isang galit na sigaw ang dahan-dahang gumigising kay Mayumi Santillan mula sa kawalan ng malay dulot ng car accident na kanyang kinasasangkutan. Pinilit niyang imulat ang mga mata at nakita ang isang pamilyar na pigura na tumatakbo palapit sa kanya, para itong diyos na bumababa mula sa kalangitan. Napuno ng luha ang kanyang mga mata dahil sa galak. Naipit siya sa nakataob na sasakyan, hindi niya alam kung ilang minuto o oras na siyang naroon. Akala niya ay hindi na darating si Xavier. Bago ang aksidente, nagkaroon sila ng pagtatalo. May plano sana silang magkita sa kumpanya noong gabing iyon, pero biglang kinansela iyon ni Xavier matapos makatanggap ng tawag sa telepono kinaumagahan, at simula noon ay hindi na nito sinasagot ang lahat ng tawag niya. Nang mangyari ang aksidente, ginamit niya ang huling natitirang baterya ng kanyang cellphone upang ipaalam kay Xavier ang nangyari sa kanya. Inakala niya, gaya ng dati, na babalewalain na naman nito ang message niya… but he is here now, ready to save him. “Hang on, baby. Daddy is here…” sabi niya habang hinihimas ang umbok sa kanyang tiyan. Napatingin siya sa dugong patuloy na umaagos sa mga binti niya. She is scared, of course, pero konting panahon na lang ay mare-rescue na siya. Nahihilo na siya sa pagkawala ng maraming dugo sa kanyang katawan, pero konting minuto na lang ang hihintayin niya. Gusto niyang sumigaw at tawagin ang pangalan ni Xavier, pero natuyot na ang kanyang lalamunan kaya’t walang tunog na lumalabas.Pero hindi na iyon mahalaga, ang importante ay natagpuan na siya ni Xavier. Marahan niyang inangat ang braso at pilit na kumaway… Ngunit sa kanyang pagkabigla ay nilampasan siya ni Xavier. Ni hindi man lang ito huminto at nagpatuloy sa paglalakad. Naguluhan siya, napagkamalan ba ni Xavier na ibang tao siya? Hindi niya kasi minamaneho ang kotseng pag-aari ng pamilyang Valerio sa araw na iyon. Ginamit iyon ng hipag niya. Ang kotseng dala niya ay regalo ng kanyang ina. Bihira niya iyong gamitin kaya normal lang na hindi ito nakilala ni Xavier. Wala na siyang oras para mag-isip ng kung ano-ano. She tried calling his name to get his attention… pero wala. At dahil sa tuloy-tuloy na pag-agos ng dugo sa kanyang binti, naubos na ang kanyang lakas. Maging ang pagsasalita ay hindi na niya magawa. Hindi siya narinig ni Xavier. Nagpatuloy ito sa paglalakad hanggang sa marating ang puting kotse na naging sanhi ng aksidente. Bago pa man siya makapag-react, binuksan nito ang pinto at kinarga ang isang nanginginig na babae. Ang babae ay nakasuot ng mahabang coat, payat at sopistikada, may nakakabighaning ganda na agad na makukuha ang atensyon ninuman. Nang makita niya ang mukha nito, pakiramdam niya ay nahulog sya sa isang nagyeyelong bangin. The girl is no other than Xavier’s first love… Ysabel Cortez! Bigla niyang naalala kung paano biglang lumiko ang kotseng sakay nito kanina. Hinahabol siya na parang baliw. Ni hindi man lang siya binigyan ng pagkakataong makaiwas. Ang kotse nito ay nasa gilid ng kalsada, samantalang ang sa kanya ay nakataob. Pero bakit parang ito pa ang mukhang kawawa? At ang sarili niyang asawa ay yakap-yakap ang ibang babae, samantalang siya ay halos nag-aagaw-buhay na! Hindi nya lubos maisip kung bakit biglang umuwi ng bansa si Ysabel, ang alam niya ay nasa abroad ang dalaga. At bakit tila nagkataon naman na si Ysabel pa ang bumangga sa sasakyan niya? Iwinaksi niya ang mga naisip. Ang mahalaga ngayon ay ma-rescue siya at ang kanyang anak. Habang pilit niyang kinakatok ang bintana, napansin ng isa sa mga bodyguard ni Xavier ang paggalaw sa loob ng sasakyan niya. Mukhang nakilala nito ang kotseng gamit niya. Muli siyang sumigaw, pero wala pa ring boses na lumalabas sa bibig niya. “Sir, may tao pa po sa loob ng sasakyang iyon!” narinig niyang sigaw ng bodyguard ni Xavier. ***** Napalingon si Xavier Luis Valerio sa kotse na itinuro ng kanyang bodyguard. Ang babaeng nasa loob ay puno ng dugo at patuloy pa sa pagdurugo. Pero sa kabila ng dugong bumabalot sa mukha nito ay tila pamilyar ang babae sa kanya. Natigilan siya, akmang lalapitan ang kabilang kotse, nang biglang umungol sa sakit ang babaeng hawak-hawak niya… si Ysabel Cortez. Bigla siyang nataranta. “Nasugatan si Ysabel! Dalhin natin siya sa ospital!” sigaw niya sa kanyang mga bodyguard. “Pero, sir… paano ang babae sa kabilang kotse?” Hindi na nito tinuloy ang sasabihin dahil sa takot sa kanyang mga titig. Wala itong nagawa kundi sumunod sa utos nya. “Sige po, sir… tara na po sa ospital…” sambit nito. **** Walang habas na tumutulo ang mga luha ni Mayumi. Wala siyang nagawa kundi panoorin si Xavier na sinulyapan lang siya bago muling naglakad pabalik sa kotse nito at buhat-buhat si Ysabel. “Xavier! Iligtas mo ako! Iligtas mo ang anak natin!…” Inubos niya ang buong lakas sa pagsigaw, pero hindi pa rin iyon sapat. Walang kahit sinong pumansin sa kanya. Mabilis na umarangkada ang sasakyan ni Xavier, karga si Ysabel sa loob. Wala na siyang nagawa kundi panoorin habang unti-unting naglalaho ang kotse papunta sa malayo. Pilit niyang nilalabanan ang pag-pikit ng mga mata kahit pa matinding sakit at kirot na ang nararamdaman sa buo niyang katawan. Nang hindi na niya nakayanan, dumilim ang lahat sa paligid at muli siyang nawalan ng malay.Inside Myōran Middle School’s grand auditorium, Takuto Kimura stood at the defense podium, his back illuminated by the rotating 3D data model titled “The Economic Impact of Japan’s Declining Birthrate by 2050.” The shimmering graphs and projections danced across the screen, capturing the audience’s full attention.However, the audience wasn’t composed solely of teachers. In the front row, behind a row of polished wooden desks, sat Chairman Morita, flanked by executives from Kimura Heavy Industries, and—no one knew exactly when they had slipped in—a group of reporters from Tokyo TV’s Economic News Division. The murmurs were hushed, as the unspoken weight of the moment hung in the air.Takuto cleared his throat and pressed the button on his laser pointer.“According to my projections,” he began, “when everyone here retires, the national pension shortfall will reach&mdas
At 3:00 a.m. sharp, Takuto Kimura’s phone vibrated so violently it nearly walked itself off the nightstand.[Myōran Middle School Parent Group] 📌 URGENT NOTICE:Tomorrow 8:00 a.m. — Emergency Parent MeetingTopic: Regulation of Commercial Activity on CampusA second message pinged in immediately:[Misaki]: You’re screwed. Someone reported you for ‘campus loan sharking.’Takuto shot upright like he’d been electrocuted, knocking his “Young Entrepreneur of the Year” trophy to the floor. The golden plaque spun once, then lay still at his feet—a mocking reminder of last week’s “achievement,” bartered in exchange for providing a stealthy physical test proxy to the baseball team.From the corner of the room, Daifuku, the household’s tricolor cat, opened one sardonic green eye. His whiskers twitched with malic
Part II: The Clause You Never ReadThe physical exam form from Myōran Middle School hit Kimura’s desk with a thud that echoed like the toll of judgment day.Physical Evaluation | Passing CriteriaPull-ups | 5 reps50m Sprint | Under 8.5 secondsEndurance Run | 1500m in 7 minutesStaring at it, Kimura ran a hand through his hair, already calculating probabilities like a war strategist."These standards were written for gorillas!" he shouted at his reflection, flexing one arm—then the other. Both remained depressingly noodle-like. “Last life I could at least manage three…”In the corner, Daifuku, the ever-watchful tricolor cat, was perched on the digital scale. His tail swished dramatically as the numbers blinked: 42.3 kg. A full six kilograms under the national average for his age group.Kimura narrowed his eyes. "If I can’t go through the front door, I’ll take th
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