Takamatsu early life at the new world

On a world that existed somewhere in the parallel universe sat a man as he looked at his fourteen-year-old son, while remembering his past. Takamatsu Henjiro could only force a smile as he couldn't help but wonder why his situation looked different from the situation of the rest of the people that he had read about on web novels. He still remembered how he transmigrated to this world twenty years ago. Twenty years ago, Takamatsu was still a high school student on Earth.

''Hey! Takamatsu, play that ball to me," Kazuki's voice reverberated as he beckoned Takamatsu with his hand to throw the ball to him.

Takamatsu, who was only fifteen and still a high school student, got up and walked towards the ball that was very close to his location. Without minding, he lifted the ball and stuffed it inside his bag.

"Hey, Takamatsu, what are you doing?" Kazuki said as he ran towards Takamatsu.

"Nothing, go play your ball," Takamatsu said with indifference as he kept on walking outside the school's sports arena. He felt really angry about what Kazuki did. Although he and Kazuki had been friends and neighbors since childhood, he couldn't take this any longer.

"Hey Takamatsu, can't you give me more time?" Kazuki said, catching up with Takamatsu. But then, Takamatsu immediately burst out," it is already 1 hr, you know that, right? What do you think will happen if somebody reports that we are still in school until this hour?" Takamatsu said in outrage. He had made it a point of duty to spare 30 minutes every Wednesday after school just to accompany Kazuki play football, but today Kazuki had really passed the time limit.

At first, he had only accepted staying at school for thirty minutes to cover up for Kazuki's late stay in school. But now Kazuki had passed the thirty-minute limit. It's not that he did not warn Kazuki when it was 30 minutes. He did, but Kazuki didn't listen. Feeling enraged, Takamatsu walked out of the school as he and Kazuki continued bantering while trying to cross the road.

Bang! Takamatsu felt his bone crack as he felt an excruciating pain.

"Taka!!" Kazuki screamed as he rushed towards Takamatsu who had been in front since they walked out from school. But Takamatsu couldn't answer him as he lay there in his own blood, with blood forcing its way out of his mouth. He had been hit by a vehicle.

"Please don't do this to me," Kazuki said as he saw life slowly slipping out of Takamatsu's body. With shaky hands, Kazuki called the emergency number, as he stayed there with Takamatsu's head resting on his leg. Blood stained his uniform, and tears streamed down his eyes as he held Takamatsu, who had been hit by a truck.

"Hey you!" Kazuki screamed towards the truck driver who seemed to be about to stop before driving off again.

Seeing the truck driver drive off, Kazuki brought out his phone with shaky hands. "Hello, my friend was hit by a truck," Kazuki said with a shaky voice as the call connected.

"Can you calm down and tell me where exactly you are?" a voice sounded from the phone.

"No.13 White Lane Avenue, Choi Jun School. Can you please come a bit faster? He is losing too much blood," Kazuki said as he looked at Takamatsu, confirming he was still breathing.

Soon, the emergency service arrived and rushed Takamatsu to the ambulance, putting an oxygen mask on him. Clearly, his breathing was getting heavier.

Clouded with darkness, Takamatsu could faintly hear Kazuki's voice. He could also hear the voice and the sound of the health worker's movement, as he couldn't help muttering to himself, "Will I really die like this? Father, mother, I have never been filial. Sister, I have not been the best big brother," Takamatsu said as tears forced their way out in the world full of darkness.

In the hospital, the nurses and doctors were surprised when they saw tears coming out of the eyes of a person in such a critical situation. But one of the doctors immediately shouted, "Suture! He is having a psychological breakdown. He is accepting the fate that he is about to die."

Immediately, the doctors dove into action as they tried to save Takamatsu, whose breathing became thinner.

In the dark and soundless world, Takamatsu, who was crying, heard the voices of people that seemed to be chatting.

"I should give you this one, remember to send one back to me when I need it."

"Okay, of course, I will