‘Ay, you know what would be fun?’, asked Jackson, to my left.

‘Not having to hear you anymore’, said Carld to my right, in a monotone voice.

‘Ay, be happy you only have to hear me what 5 Hours, I have to live with that stupid voice in my head the whole day.’

‘Beats me. How do you do it?’, asked Carl. I chuckled.

‘Ay. At some point, it just fades like the sea at the beach. So it's not that bad.’

‘Good for you’, said Carl, over my laughter. ‘And you're better off than this one here having to see his ugly mug daily in the mirror.’

‘Hey!’, I said. ‘Just like old Jacksooom there, that is a thing which rather annoys people around me, with them having to look more often at my face than myself.’

Now even Carl couldn't hide the smile creeping onto his face. ‘Sure’, he said cooly.

We stopped at a traffic light.

‘So what would be fun J?’, I asked.

He tipped his head like thinking. ‘Living in an Isekai. You know. Having a Harem, being overpowered and just doing what you want.’

Carl rustled his bag. ‘Well you won't be getting closer to a Harem, than reading Manga.’

We were fresh outta the store. Spend our pocket Money on the shiny Worlds, where an average guy could become super.

The light turned green.

‘Nah’, I said. ‘He could get a kiss from Truck-chan anyti-’

A Horn blew!

I turned and saw the bright light coming at me. Everyone was running. Carl pulling at me. But I stood there. Couldn't move.

‘Shit!’

Then all went black.

I opened my eyes and buzzed with Joy. I was alive.

‘Jackson?! Carl?!’

No one answered. Only now i realised i was standing in a field. I had no Idea how I got there and was still blind from the joy rushing through me. Maybe I lost my memory, because of the accident.

I know some people lose theirs, but that is a long-term thing. I must have walked here only a few minutes ago, but also I was hit by a big ass Truck while joking about it, big C and JJ will joke about it for ages.

I glanced over my body. All was looking good. Not even a scratch. Odd.

Then I saw it. ‘Shit.’

My arms and legs were tiny like a kids. Either I was Isekaied or Jackson was right: the government truly did secret experiments and pretended they would be done by Aliens, to throw us off the scent.

I looked around. The Landscape was all green slopes with water on them. My anime brain clicked.

‘Rice Fields!’

So I was Isekaid. But not to a nice Ecchi or Shonen story, but one of those boring farm Isekai.

Damm Luck. Wait, does it mean I can speak Japanese?

‘Sougoy, Kaisukuni dana. Hokage, Kami.’ Yeah, not really.

I was sad Jackson and Carl were not there to make fun of me.

Isekai without Friends.

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Wasn't that good, I mean they didn't die, but the sadness did not listen.

Already being Isekaied, seemed not so fun. Jackson sure would be mad at me for sulking around. So i forced myself, to walk around and sure enough a Japanese Women and Kids were working on the field I spawned on. But their clothes were not the bright colored Kimono I knew from anime they worse some thin, greyish stuff. The Woman had a plough attached to her and was pulling it with great power.

When she saw me she stopped. Must have had that lost kid look.

‘お日吉丸 何ですか’

I looked at her blank. She repeated, but that helped me none. Then she came running and took me in her arm, pressing me against her.

Guess she must be my new mother. ‘Hahaue’, I said, trying to mimic the language I only knew from anime. She looked confused. ‘頭いたいか’

Again I had only a blank stare for her. This time when she repeated I realised it was a Question, her voice rose at the end, so I nodded my head.

Tears streamed down her face and I was squished firmer. Probably was a bad answer. She smelled like flowers and cried like the rain. She carried me on her arm to a wooden shack. Everyone was looking at me. Damm that was awkward, being carried by a woman like a child. But then now I was one. She sat me down and cooked up some mushy food, that must have been a porridge and put me in bed. Which was a dark, hard futon.

There I lay contemplating my Situation: Stranded in a foreign country, as a kid, with no means of communicating, without my friends.

‘Jackson, trust me brother this ain't no fun.’

Next day I sat on the floor with five other kids eating porridge. It was flavourless and I didn't get much down. A scrawny girl talked excitedly at me and wordless I pushed the bowl to her.

When I wanted to go outside with my fellow kids, the mother held me back. ‘家. う-ち. ’

She realised that I still did not speak and gestured at the house and me.

I was grounded for my own safety.

What have you done in your Isekai stayed in a tiny wooden house all day, was pretty great.

I watched them leave and had the most boring day ever. Screw that. Anyone ever had. Besides the obvious like there being no electricity and therefore neither TV nor PC, they did not even have a single book, which especially annoyed me because I had hoped that at least I could learn a bit Japanese. Also, there were no paintings. Only thing close to entertainment was stupid children toys.

And when I tried to leave an old man grabbed me and put me back into the dark shed.

Later the mother came back with someone called Insha.

He asked me questions and looked at my head, but surprisingly didn't find out that what was wrong with me was that I came from another world. The next few days I was trapped in the small house. In the dark room, soon day and night became One ... No I mean indifferent, nothing was whole here. Occasionally Insha and Mother came in and blabbered at me in their incomprehensible language, looked at me expectingly, and when I did not answer, shook their heads.

The third day I screamed: ‘Speak American, you Idiots!’ And they ran.

My thoughts were all I had. How great my life was, before this, but there was nothing I could do about it, but regret and blame my stupid body for freezing. Why had it acted like Jackson when he tries to talk to a cutie?

It was the most boring and sad time of my Life.

Best Thing that happened was a dream, where I was back with Jackson and Carl, just chilling, but then an Ape came swinging through the fabric of reality and I woke screaming. I was going mad, fast, so I devised a plan to break out.

After a week, I managed to sneak past the old grey men sitting on a stool outside. I ended up right in front of the mother. She shrugged and let me work.

At first, I was happy, but the work was fucking hard, my tiny body inept and the food far too little and too bland. Always this millet porridge thing. Every Meal. Every Day. Only once throughout the whole time, there was soup. Which tasted even more bland.

Also, I was bored to shit. Working the Field was hard, but it didn't do anything for my mind and only thing to do in the free time was to play with these kids. And the brats looked at me like I was shit.

Fine. Wasn't like I wanted to play hide and seek. Fuck this shit. Starting a new life in a fantasy world sounded fun, but being trapped in the body of a five-year-old was utter shit. Everyday was the same: Wake up, eat bland food, work the field, eat bland food, shit, sleep on a brick hard bed. Only thing I learned about Japan was how to roll up my futon properly and how good my old life was.