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Tag/cag on this site is Bullet Demon Prince
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I was participating in the American Survival Game Tournament.
After winning a national survival game tournament in Japan and gaining recognition, I received an email from a certain American organization inviting me to participate in the tournament.
My name is Junya Takayama, 31 years old. I got into military stuff when I was a kid, and now I’m a millionaire and a virgin. I’ve always loved firearms, and when I was a kid, I had someone buy me a modern weaponry encyclopedia, and I used to write down each in a notebook, fantasizing about these weapons one by one. From then on, I got more and more into military things, researching all sorts of weapons, from guns, rifles, grenades, and bazookas to tanks, missiles, fighter planes, and battleships.
I had never had a girlfriend in my 31 years of living. I just kept collecting model guns, to the point my apartment, where I lived alone, was filled with model guns. It looked like a hideout from a spy movie. I want to try these model guns out sometime soon! After that desire was born, I became addicted to participating in survival games, becoming a great millionaire virgin in the process.
Because of my maniacal personality, I had trouble making friends and was always lonely. I enjoyed living the exact opposite way of living, competing in survival games for 12 years, and being a virgin for 31 years without a girlfriend. But even I had friends sharing the same hobby that I made while hanging out at the survival game specialty store.
Of course, these guys were also millionaires.
Shortly speaking, I formed a team with my friends and continued to compete in Japan’s survival game tournaments. Although the team members had been replaced several times, it could be said that the current members were the strongest. They were like comrades to me, so to speak.
This time, my millionaire friends and I came to America together in a group of four. And we were in the middle of a semi-final match against the American team.
There were many spectators at the special venue, which was equipped with various obstacles. The audience watched images from cameras installed in various locations on monitors. As expected from America, it’s a pretty expensive venue. This would be a good safety measure.
Five minutes into the match, the game had reached a stalemate, and we were trying to get things going.
“As expected of the American team that made it to the semifinals.”
Authentic American survival games were on a different level, and it seemed like we won’t be able to win easily. That’s no wonder; apparently, there were veterans and former special forces members participating. Well, I was happy just being able to participate in the American tournament.
From behind an obstacle to my right, Minagawa, a member of the same team, was issuing military-style signs instructing us to turn left. I quickly slipped into the obstacle in front of me on the left, and the other team should already be within a stone’s throw.
Nothing less from Minagawa, as a former member of the Ground Self-Defense Force, he is able to accurately read enemy movements. Moreover, he was a Ranger* in the Ground Self-Defense Force. (*TL Note: special forces-trained soldiers oriented toward Commando operations.)
Holding my breath, I lurked as I looked at Hayashida, who was further to my left. Hayashida was an IT employee who was smart and able to act while understanding the situation. The moment Hayashida confirmed that I had moved forward, he jumped out to move on to the obstacle in front of him.
Tantan!
I heard the dry sound of a model gun’s firing. Hayashida was hit by a pink paint bullet and cried out.
Kuu! After all, the real ones are strong. But…this is as expected. Hayashida was taken out by that one shot. With this it’s 4 against 3 That said, they’re old men. This is where our team shines! At the same time, I looked to my right and saw Minagawa and Tanaka moving quickly without hesitation. I jumped right next to the American team, who lost their focus for just a moment after taking out one of our members,
Tantan!
I accurately fired blue paint bullets into the backs of two opponents – creating an advantageous situation by breaking the opponent’s focus. The strategy to use Hayashida as a decoy was a great success. This is of course a tactic unique to survival games, and one that cannot be used in actual combat where lives are at stake.
2 against 3
If I could shoot paint bullets from behind the two remaining people who were still recovering from the shock, I would have won this match even if it was a trade. Unlike actual combat with real guns, you won’t die even if you trade shots with model guns, that was the strategy we came up with for the survival game.
And this quick attack was our true strength.
A blitzkrieg!
When I dyed the first person blue with paint bullets and pointed the model gun at the second person, the other person also turned around and pointed the gun at me. The last one seemed to be acting quite calmly, but he just did what I wanted.
It’s our win!
“Hmm? Why are you smiling?”
Tantan
Bang bang!!
Bang bang?
The moment I saw that the opponent had been dyed blue, I heard a very loud gunshot and felt a strong shock in my chest!
“Gah!”
It hurts! I felt a tremendous pain and a heat in my chest that felt like a pair of chopsticks had been poked into it.
“Goff!”
I fell onto my back while spewing blood. Everything in front of me became dark and I lost consciousness.
・・・・
When I opened my heavy eyelids, Minagawa, Tanaka, and Hayashida looked at me with faces that looked like they were about to cry and were shouting something. …No…there were two more…they look like emergency personnel. Or maybe emergency workers.
I can’t breathe…
It’s a bit choppy, but I was able to pick up someone saying that the guy had shot me with a real gun they somehow managed to sneak in. I couldn’t see the other person’s face because of the goggles and mask…but it certainly looked like he was smiling. Originally, you shouldn’t be able to see through the goggles…
But, why bring a real gun?
Apparently I was shot in the chest with a real bullet… that’s gotta be a lie… there’s no way that can be true… and it wasn’t a rifle either, but a handgun… why…?
My vision went dark.
When I opened my eyes in a daze, it seemed like I was being loaded into an ambulance. I could hear the blaring signal coming from the ceiling of the car, the emergency personnel, and Minagawa’s voice even though I couldn’t see it.
“Takayama! Hang in there! Let’s return to Japan!”
In any case, it seemed that he was trying to keep me conscious.
Come to think of it, I was the one who invited Minagawa to join the survival game team in the first place. I approached him at the shop without realizing that he was a former JGSDF Ranger. This guy was a really nice guy, and he’s been with me since the beginning of my survival game. He even followed me to America. Also, it’s all thanks to this guy that my team has become so strong…because he’s a former Self-Defense Force Ranger…
“Sorry… it must…have… been… boring…”
I was in pain and couldn’t say anything, but I felt sorry for myself and said those words to Minagawa.
“You idiot! I don’t care about that, just stop talking!”
Minagawa looked angry with a serious look on his face. He’s still a good guy… It’s hard to talk because something was stuck in my airway. …I wish I could find a girl who acts like him…
“Hu.. goff..”
I grinned even though I was vomiting blood. And fell into deep darkness.
Beepーーー The electrocardiogram made that sound.
“Takayamaーー!”
I died.
My eyes opened slightly, but everything around me was blurry. It dazed me.
… Let’s sleep again.
… I’m hungry.
A faint light shone through.Something warm came and filled my mouth…Blurred.
Let’s sleep again.
Even in my daze, my crotch felt damp and uncomfortable.
Wake up.
Someone was doing something around my waist.
I felt sick.
Sleep again.
But, the feeling prevented me. This is infuriating.
I suddenly felt like my body was floating.
I’m swung slowly.
Sleep again.
My body was hot and my head hurt.
I woke up feeling uncomfortable.
I felt ill.
I was made to drink something bitter and was shaken slowly.
Sleep again.
I feel like I’ve been repeating this in my slumber for quite some time. Like living in a whitish, murky world for a while. It was a blurry period that I couldn’t remember very well or have any clarity on.
But…
What is this? I just feel happy…warm… And…
It’s shaking.The wind was hitting my cheek.
It’s dark.
Noisy.
I felt a vibration.
It’s dazing.
Sleep again.
…
Then one day, I woke up. It looked like I was sleeping on a bed. The ceiling looked faint, but was it wood grain? It was an unfamiliar ceiling… It seemed like moonlight was shining through the window into the dark room.
What??
Wait… Minagawa!?
I hurriedly sat up and stretched my legs to get off the bed.
I noticed something strange. I couldn’t touch the floor! Eh? Aren’t my legs getting really short? I could see infant-sized feet. My hands… my hands too! This is… it’s my own hands!
“What is it?”
Giku!
I heard a young woman’s voice coming from behind me. Someone was sleeping in the bed with me, and when I turned around, I saw a beautiful blonde haired woman around 20 years old with a good looking face. Her hair length from her shoulders to her chest. She’s beautiful…and she’s wearing loose light clothes… her breasts were exposed … or rather, only the tip was showing through.
Wow! I never knew American hospitals have this kind of service…how wonderful!
…No way.
No… I knew this person well. My consciousness gradually became clearer… This super beautiful blonde woman… Is definitely my mother… despite her obviously not being Japanese. I myself understood this somehow. I recognized this beautiful woman in loose clothing. Considering my actual age, she’d be much younger than myself.
“Do you want to pee?” She said.
I nodded my head.
“Well well.”
My beautiful mom gently took me off the bed and onto the floor. When she lowered the bed, I almost saw her breasts exposed, but unfortunately I couldn’t see them.
Then, my beautiful mom lit the candle by the bedside and led me by the hand as she left the room. The doors were made of wood, the floors were the same, and so were the hallways, giving it an old-fashioned feel. But, this isn’t a Japanese house…this isn’t a hospital either…if I remember correctly…this is my home.
I went to the bathroom, went back to my room, and went to bed.
“Raul, go to sleep now.”
The beautiful mom murmured softly.
“Un.”
I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, but I was confused and my heartbeat was racing.
Dokidoki
I do have memories from before I went to bed today. It seems like I was raised by my beautiful mother who was sleeping next to me. Raul is my name, and it’s obviously not a Japanese name. Yesterday I fell asleep while the woman read me a book.
But, just now… I woke up and remembered. I participated in a survival game, got shot with a real gun, was taken away by an ambulance, and was enveloped in darkness. After that, I was in a daze and couldn’t remember much, I couldn’t move, and even when I tried to think, I couldn’t think of anything…I just remember that it felt like that for a long time.
However, there is no doubt that the young and beautiful woman sleeping next to me is my mother. I have memories from before I went to sleep until several months ago. Those are memories of being raised in this house by this mother.
My father also lives there.
My father must have been a strong man and reasonably good-looking. With six-pack abdominal muscles. A good father who is very kind to his family.
It came into focus in my head.
Maybe I was killed by a live bullet in a survival game. Not wrong at all. Apparently I died and was reborn as a child of this foreign family. It’s hard to believe, but it seems like I really died from being shot with a real gun in a survival game and was reincarnated. Who was it? The one who shot me with live bullets under the cover of a survival game!
But… uh…
I’ve seen something like that on a TV variety show where memories from before the previous life are retained after reincarnation. I felt my heart pounding as the memories of my previous life suddenly came back to me.
Doki doki
“That’s what I mean! I’m becoming a child! ! Will it be accepted? ! Such a reality!”
I had almost no memories of my childhood. I only remember it from a few months ago. However, now that I’m able to speak at the level of sentences, for some reason, memories from my previous life seem to have come back to me. Is it because my brains have grown and become more understanding?
Hmm?
But, seriously…
My recollection of my previous life are still vague. I remember that my name was Junya Takayama, I was a 31-year-old office worker, and that my friend Minagawa and I got hooked on airsoft games and even went to the American tournament. I remember the general stuff, but the details are hazy.
It may be because adult memories have entered the brain of a three-year-old and therefore are unable to be processed properly.
Anyway, what year and month is it now? Can I return to Japan? I guess I’m bilingual now? I’m speaking a foreign language. I’ve never heard this word before…but it doesn’t seem to be English, French, or German. Maybe Middle Eastern language? Well I don’t know.
It’d be nice if I am some sort of a Young Master. Judging by the huge bed and my mother, it seems like she comes from a classy family. But, the toilet earlier was strange. There was a sound like the murmuring of a river coming from below. There wasn’t anything in particular to flush the water, so it just came out, but it was the shape of a toilet I’d never seen before…
As I was thinking about various things, I started to feel sleepy…I guess it’s because I’m a 3-year-old. I couldn’t seem to stay up until late at night, yet. I think I’m going to fall asleep, so I’ll think about it again tomorrow morning. Yep. tomorrow…. But…
she’s beautiful… my mom… Since she’s my mom, it’s okay if I tough it…
I fell asleep while touching my beautiful mom’s breasts…
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