All Chapters of The Accidental Rebirth: The Troubles of a Three-Year-Old CEO: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

During snack time, Takuto Kimura sat in a child-sized plastic chair, mechanically chewing small pieces of apple like they were yesterday’s stock report. His chubby fingers gripped a sippy cup of warm milk, and though he looked like any other three-year-old, behind those round cheeks and tiny feet lived the calculating mind of a corporate shark.Since escaping his baby body was proving more difficult than an IPO in a recession, Takuto decided to embrace the situation. He had once risen from intern to CEO in under five years. Surely, he could rise to the top of this preschool's power structure even faster. After all, this tiny society lacked basic market efficiency, no barriers to entry, and almost zero competition. It was ripe for disruption.His eyes sparkled—okay, twinkled cutely—at the idea.It all started during outdoor playtime.As the kids ran out to the sandbox, a cloud of glitter and chaos followed. There were tricycles crashing like bumper cars, screaming toddlers chasing each

Takuto Kimura, now three years old, found himself ensconced in the plush, pastel-colored world of kindergarten—a far cry from the high-rise boardrooms and corporate strategies he was accustomed to. The nap room, with its rows of tiny cots and the faint scent of baby powder, was a particular enigma. Today, however, it presented an opportunity he couldn't resist: the legendary Tyrannosaurus rex blanket. This blanket was the ultimate symbol of prestige and power within the kindergarten world. Its soft fabric, warm embrace, and most importantly, its majestic embroidered T-Rex logo had made it the most sought-after commodity. And Takuto, having been given a second chance at life—this time as a toddler—was determined to secure it.Squatting in the corner, Takuto meticulously sketched a SWOT analysis on the back of a diaper packaging using crayons. His objective was clear: secure the coveted blanket. He analyzed the strengths (softness, warmth), weaknesses (limited availability), opportuniti

Takuto Kimura stood at the edge of the sandbox, his chubby little hands clenched into fists. The morning sunlight shone on his baby-fat face, casting a few traces of incongruous solemnity. His eyes narrowed with the precision of a seasoned executive evaluating a new business opportunity. He was a man—er, a toddler—with a mission."Since I can't go back for now," he solemnly announced to the sandbox, "I will rebuild my business empire right here."As soon as he finished speaking, a snot bubble popped on the tip of his nose."Damn metabolism!" he grumbled under his breath, fumbling to wipe it off. But his sleeves were too long and, in a most tragic turn of events, he tripped over them, tumbling face-first into the sand pile. When he finally managed to get up, his face red from both the fall and his indignity, he realized that all the other kids had paused to stare at him."What’s Little Takuto playing with?" Ai-chan, a petite girl with twin pigtails, asked with a quizzical tilt of her h

Takuto Kimura, a self-proclaimed genius of logistics and strategic brilliance, crouched at the edge of the sandbox, the sun casting a merciless spotlight on his furrowed brow. He was so absorbed in his "logistics strategy" that he hadn't noticed the sweat streaming down his face, threatening to dive straight into his meticulously drawn map. Takuto took a deep breath and muttered under his breath, "The straight-line distance from the sandbox to the swing area is only 15 meters, but the kids have to detour around the climbing frame. Inefficient, terribly inefficient." He paused, his twig tapping the ground as if pondering the meaning of life itself. "Ah, but that’s it! This is the blue ocean market!"Of course, his grand revelation was interrupted when the bead of sweat he'd been trying to avoid finally dropped, splashing right onto the "Profit Forecast" section of his map. Takuto stared at the ruined data, horrified. "Even my sweat glands are shorting my project…" he groaned.As the cl

Takuto Kimura sat cross-legged on his nap mat, surrounded by an army of building blocks. The rain outside was relentless, the rhythmic pattering against the window serving as a perfect soundtrack to the drama of his budding business empire. The kind of drama that could be written in gold—if only his crayons weren’t currently scattered across the floor, half-chewed by his younger sister.He was in the midst of his masterpiece: a new economic order, poised to revolutionize the sandbox world. Forget the mundane, the ordinary. No, Takuto’s vision went beyond simple playtime economics. He was establishing something more. A new currency system."The fiat currency system has collapsed," he wrote seriously on the back of a piece of diaper packaging, as if that made it sound more profound. "We must establish a new currency order."His eyes glinted with pride as he gazed upon the fruit of his genius: the "Building Block Coin" system. It was as perfect as any three-year-old's plan could be.The