Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Accidental Rebirth: The Troubles of a Three-Year-Old CEO: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

 Takuto Kimura stood in the dimly lit bathroom, staring at the surface of the bathtub like it was an ancient oracle about to deliver a grim prophecy. The water sloshed gently, mocking him with every ripple. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead despite the cool night air.Above him, from his perch atop the washing machine, Daifuku the orange tabby loomed like a silent judge. His golden-green eyes glowed with the kind of profound disdain only a cat can muster—somewhere between “you disappoint me” and “I should be emperor.”Takuto gulped. “Okay... commence training sequence.”Daifuku’s pupils narrowed. His tail flicked once. Without warning—SPLASH!He dove into the bathtub with a level of elegance that defied biology. The water parted like silk, the splash so minimal it could’ve been mistaken for a drop of rain. Once submerged, the feline twisted his lithe body in a graceful underwater pirouette, then surfaced with ee

 Takuto Kimura， now is age: 11. Fifth Grade. Former corporate elite. Current old soul trapped in a child’s body.He sat at the dinner table, elegantly (in his own mind) slicing a piece of steak with surgical precision.Tonight was the family’s monthly dinner gathering. As usual, Grandpa Takuto had come to visit. At seventy, the old man was as sharp as ever—his silver hair was combed immaculately, and his tailored suit looked ready for an impromptu board meeting. In the Kimura family, aside from the Kimura Trading Company, there was also Kimura Heavy Industries Inc. And Grandpa was still its acting president.“Takuto,” Grandpa suddenly said, setting down his wine glass and fixing him with a piercing gaze, “come intern at my company.”Screeech.Takuto’s knife let out a shrill scrape across the porcelain plate.“…Huh?”“Start training the next successor early!” Grandpa chu

 On 1:23 AM, the security system at Kimura Heavy Industries showed all systems normal.In the surveillance room, the night guard Tanaka yawned and lazily switched the camera feed—a brief static flickered across the warehouse feed before it snapped back to normal."Another stray cat, probably..." he muttered, sipping coffee, completely missing the small shadow skimming along the wall.That shadow—Takuto Kimura, clad in makeshift ninja gear (a.k.a. his mom’s black yoga pants and his dad’s old T-shirt)—held his breath, clutching a homemade signal jammer built from a hacked toy RC car. The motion sensors? Disabled, for now. “I never did stuff like this when I was the CEO in my past life,” he grumbled inwardly.“Guess I’ve been reborn into a life of corporate espionage...”Suddenly—click.Takuto froze.

Takuto Kimura. Twelve years old. Sixth grade. About to graduate.On the surface, he was the model student—top of his class, math competition gold medalist, vice president of the student council, and reigning champion of the school’s “Junior Entrepreneur” contest. (His business plan had been thicker than his teacher’s lesson plan.)But in reality, he was facing the biggest crisis of his reincarnated life—The Elementary School Graduation Trip.“This year, we have three destination options,” said homeroom teacher Mr. Fujita, standing at the podium with a ballot box in hand. “Hokkaido for skiing, Okinawa for the beach, or—”Takuto was too busy scribbling the stock trends of Kimura Heavy Industries in his notebook to notice—Until he heard—“—Cape Amagi, in Shizuoka.”Snap.

 The moment the guardrail snapped, time seemed to fracture with it. The sea roared beneath the cliff, a dark maw hungry for tragedy. But Takuto’s body moved before his mind could protest, instinct taking over where reason failed.In his previous life, he had stood frozen, helpless as Risa disappeared into the void. Her final smile—tragic, forgiving—had haunted his every waking moment. This time, fate would not be allowed to repeat itself."Take my hand!" he shouted, his voice raw with desperation.He threw himself forward, crashing onto the unforgiving stone. His right hand clamped around Rishi’s wrist, slick with sweat and fear, while his left dug into a crevice in the rock. Pebbles clattered down into the abyss, swallowed by waves that whispered of oblivion."Let me go," Rishi said, lifting his gaze, eyes too calm for a boy dangling over death. "Isn’t this what you wanted? A second tragic ending. To