Have you ever felt overwhelmed by something? Some kind of state where everything fades away into the background and some kind of otherworldly force binds you to that very moment.

I was not a stranger to that feeling. It was especially common on the battlefield where life and death moments keep flashing in your very eyes.

But this time it was a different kind of overwhelmed.

A golden-haired beauty was looking at me with such a gentle gaze that make me wonder if such a thing is even possible outside of a fairy tale.

Amidst that gentle gaze, those pair of gold eyes showed surprise and happiness.

As though I was caught in a spell, I couldn't tear my gaze away from the beauty in front of me.

The golden-haired woman put my face back on her boobs and started to pat my head.

"Honey, are you okay?"

Huh, honey? what nonsense is she talking about?

The blond's words made me flabbergasted. She talks as though we're close acquaintances. Surely such a thing is impossible. After all, it would be almost impossible to forget such beauty.

Not to mention-

It was then that a surge of memories started to assault my brain.

Ugh!

It was a weird feeling.

No, it was not painful. It just feels like someone is giving my brain a deep massage.

Bits and pieces of memory unfamiliar to me continue to play out at incredible speed. It should be a few seconds, but it feels like years had passed on the memory lane.

The memory was not from a camera perspective, but more on a personal level, seen through the eyes of a child filled my view. One after another visions of life growing up in a world that until a few minutes ago I would've sworn was merely fiction. Damn, this is nuts!

Ais Wallenstein was so worried about her son that she didn't notice his abnormalities. After making sure there was nothing wrong with me, she sighed in relief, "Joey, honey. you startled me. Mommy had no idea you are so good at martial arts."

She hesitated for a moment, "Is this your quirk?"

Mommy? her? she speaks as though I was her... son.

Did I get reborn as her son?

It can't be, I want to deny that notion but this memory is too real to be taken as a dream or hallucination.

I suddenly felt dizzy. All of my current situations suddenly rushed back to mind.

I should be dead but suddenly finds myself alive without a single wound. Seeing how blinding my end was, even a time-traveling mad scientist won't be able to save me.

And my current body doesn't look like that of an orphan. Rather, my body was brimming with vitality and fluffiness. Something an orphan shouldn't have.

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I then saw my reflection inside the pair of shimmering golden eyes. The boy inside those beautiful gems looked eerily similar to the woman.

Yeah, Just like a pair of mother and son.

All of the missing puzzles immediately came back to me. Now, it all makes sense.

I was dead. And then I was alive.

Ha! I knew it!

I was blessed by heaven for my good deed in life. The killings were not wasted!

Joking aside. To think I would get reborn as a child with the same name as my previous life!

Unbelievable...

Now if only someone could tell me what the hell quirk is supposed to be, he would appreciate it.

After all, there's a milf Ais Wallenstein in the flesh in front of him so it should be Danmachi, right?! Even though the fact she's a milf in itself gave me a red sign. It's still manageable.

But Quirk? Even with my half-assed knowledge of anime, it is kind of obvious that Quirk is a word you only find in MHA and not Danmachi.

Right?

On second thought, I'm not that sure...

After all, it was a kind of unexpected present donated by unknown people to the orphanage.

Watching anime with fellow orphans in arms after a day of doing chores had become our orphan routine back in the day before all the killing began.

It was our only hobby.

Ah, good times.

Shit, I was distracted.

Let's get back to the problem at hand.

I had no idea if there was another sequel of Danmachi with Quirk mixed in. Or even another brand new anime by combining MHA and Danmachi.

Wait, is that even a thing?

Uh, I don't know man...

This is outside of my expertise. There are not that many anime videos donated to our orphanage, so we're far from being called otaku. This, in turn, makes me only have some half-baked knowledge of anime.

Not to mention the memory of the original body only serve to make me more confused than ever. Is this Danmachi or MHA? From my memory alone, I at least recognize some characters from these 2 anime!

It's so confusing!

But this level of problem won't be able to cause me much problem. It's no use to dwell on something outside of my influence. I should be thinking of my next move. As always.

First, What should I do with this mother of mine?

This is giving me a headache...

Looking at the young woman in front of me, I felt at loss for what to do. But before that, I had to do something about my current situation. At this rate, I'm going to suffocate to death...

"Hm? what's wrong honey?" Ais, his new mother tilted her head as though she had noticed something wrong with her son.

"...I can't breath." I gasped against her boobs. But my voice was muffled so bad I doubt she could understand it. This should be heaven but the longer it goes, it's getting more and more like hell to me.

I started to think that my new mother might be an airhead. It was so obvious that her boobs is suffocating me and she still asked what was wrong?

No, wait. It was Ais we're talking about here. Even motherhood might not be able to change her for the better.

A person's nature is not something that can be easily changed. And in terms of airheadedness, Ais doesn't seem to have changed. This doesn't look good.

"It's okay. Everything is going to be fine now." And she proceeds to pull me deeper into the hug, smothering me inside her cushy and soft breast.

Unbelievable, what in tarnation is going to be fine? Do I look like okay to you?

After much struggle, I managed to use my tiny hands as a crutch to find freedom. My hands sank into her boobs as I pushed my face away from the squishy yet deathly pillow, though it doesn't last long.

At least I bought a few seconds to breathe in the precious air.

Seeing her son squirming on her boobs, Ais suddenly realizes that she hasn't fed him yet this morning. No wonder he's squirming against her breast. It turn out he was hungry.

The taste of freedom was swift but greatly appreciated.

I was taken aback when she suddenly pulled down her dress. A magnificent pair of boobs spill out from their confines and bounce around as though defying gravity.

When I come out of it, she already stuck her nipple inside my mouth, and I could only stare at her with my eyes wide open.

No matter how I looked at it, I should be at least six years old at the youngest. I no longer need a breastfeed, right?

As expected, she's an airhead!

After I felt full from the breakfast my new mother prepared straight from the source, she let me flee from the room.

I walked down the corridor with mixed feelings. As an orphan, I was a stranger to love and affection. And Ais's affection for me is kind of overwhelming.

But unlike before, It doesn't feel bad.

I licked my lips and something sweet assaulted my tongue.

Indeed, not bad.

I wiped the milk's remnant from my chin and opened the window.

I wonder what should I do...

No matter how good it feels to have a family, her affection was not directed at me. But the original Joey.

I feel bad for the boy but I'll take everything you have as my own. May you find peace in the Netherlands. Or whatever land you find yourself in.