I am terminally ill.
No, I was terminally ill.
My body was weak, so I spent more time in the hospital than at home.
The Doctors, who babbled about unheard-of diseases, had essentially given up on treating me.
Is that why? My Parents, who usually seemed indifferent to me, stopped looking for me at some point.
Did they just erase the thought of a dying child from their minds? Yet, they still paid the hospital bills without fail.
That was something I was grateful for.
Thanks to that, even though my life was short, I could spend it relatively freely.
Of course, it was a limited freedom since I couldn't go outside the hospital.
I poured that little remaining free time into devouring martial arts novels.
I read them so obsessively that I even reduced my sleep, imagining the Protagonist with extraordinary talent acquiring incredible Divine Art, defeating villains, and flirting with beautiful women.
Every time I succumbed to fatigue and fell asleep with the book still in my hands, I always had the same thought.
If I were to be reborn, I wanted to be born into a world like that.
A healthy body, a life filled with adventures while mastering Martial Arts.
I wished to live such a life.
Did some God, whether they existed or not, grant my wish?
Not long after, I met my end, concluding my short terminal life, and was reincarnated into a martial arts world.
On the day I turned five, as soon as I realized this, I let out a cheer.
"Wow-!!"
Now I could finally learn the supreme Divine Art, fly with Light Body Skill, and unleash Sword Energy, right?
"Light Body Skill? What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Excuse me?"
"Sword Energy? Sword Aura? Hahaha! Do you really believe such nonsense?"
"Hey, don't be like that. Aren't you just a kid?"
"...Huh?"
This, this isn't right?