Semua Bab The Accidental Rebirth: The Troubles of a Three-Year-Old CEO: Bab 51 - Bab 60

On 3:15 PM, Wednesday, Kimura Trading Corp HQ, Across the Street, While his classmates sweated it out in PE class, Takuto Kimura was holed up inside a convenience store, peering through the foggy window at the towering building across the street.His cartoon-covered baseball cap was pulled low over his eyes, and his little face carried a gravity that did not belong on a ten-year-old.“The third restructuring plan has to be delivered today,” he muttered, checking his kiddie smartwatch. “If not, that ridiculous layoff proposal will pass.”The shopkeeper, a kindly middle-aged woman, watched the small boy talking to himself with growing concern. “Hey, sweetie, you okay? Need help?”“N-no thanks!” Takuto jumped, holding up a juice box. “I'm… just practicing for my speech contest!”POP. The box exploded under pressure, showering him in strawberry juice.Ten minutes later, the store was filled with the sweet scent of fruit as a very stick

Takuto Kimura, Age 10，Former Corporate Shark, Current Elementary Schooler. Current old soul trapped in a child's body.He walked steadily toward his shoe locker, hands behind his back like he was strolling into a board meeting.Today, he was in an excellent mood.Last night, he’d secretly upgraded his computer using the salary from his new gig as a "child business consultant." Now, the machine's processing power was enough to breach the firewalls of most mid-tier corporations— Not that he would, of course. It was strictly for "academic purposes," like monitoring Kimura Corp's stock prices or occasionally helping his elderly neighbor optimize his pension portfolio."Another day, another chance to control the board," he muttered to himself, pushing up imaginary glasses. (His mom had banned him from wearing non-prescription frames at school.)He opened his shoe locker—Thud.A letter, sealed with a

Takuto Kimura sat cross-legged on the floor of his bedroom, five notebooks spread open before him, three encrypted browser tabs flashing across his screen.[CONFIDENTIAL FILE: Misaki Kanzaki - Personal Profile]Basic InformationAge: 10 (same grade/class)Transferred: Three months agoFamily: Father (securities analyst), Mother (fund manager), Aunt (Executive Yamada)Red Flags: Excessively advanced financial knowledge for her age Behavioral Observations (provided by classroom intel specialist Yuki)Spends lunch breaks reading finance books (currently on "A Kid’s First Guide to Equity Ownership")Bento box arrangement follows “Balance Sheet Aesthetic Symmetry”Once scribbled out the Black-Scholes option pricing model using an eraser on her desk (two variables were wrong, but still—) 

"Today, we have a new student joining us," homeroom teacher Ms. Yamada tapped the podium during the Monday morning meeting."Please welcome Emily Johnson, who just transferred from California."The classroom door slid open, and a bubbly blonde girl with sparkling blue eyes skipped inside. Her school uniform had been stylishly modified: a NASDAQ souvenir pin glittered on her pleated skirt, and a name tag hung from her neck that read: "Future Wall Street Trader."“Hi everyone!” Emily greeted the class in sunny, slightly-accented Japanese. “My dad’s the Vice President at Goldman Sachs Tokyo, and my mom’s an MD at Morgan Stanley!”Kimura, who had just taken a sip of water, spit it out across his desk.Every girl in class instantly went on high alert. Yuki flipped open her “International Rival Analysis Manual” while Airi Sato began checking t

“This Makes No Sense!”Takuto Kimura’s cry of despair echoed through the swimming pool like a siren of intellectual breakdown. He clung to the pool’s edge like a soaked alley cat, his legs kicking frantically and helplessly below the surface. His eyes were wide with panic, his thoughts racing faster than he could process them."My body fat percentage is exactly 18.7%," he shouted at the empty air, hands gripping the poolside as if trying to anchor himself to reality. "So according to Archimedes' Principle, my buoyancy should equal the weight of the displaced water, and yet—why am I sinking like a stone?"Coach Tanaka, who had been trying to maintain an air of patience, crouched beside him, his face a mix of confusion and concern. "Kimura-kun," he sighed, "swimming isn’t a math problem. You need to relax.""I am relaxing—in the most scientifically accurate way possible!" Takuto snapped back, his teeth clenched. "My heart rate is a