LIFE IN DIAMOND NO ACE WORLd

diamond no ace world

my name is murata Ken , your everyday baseball loving boy  . I lived in Japan Tokyo city and was an average high school student . The only passion I had was baseball from early childhood . My dream was to pitch at koshien stadium but sadly had no talent in sports . I worked heard and joined our schools baseball club which was strong and won ticket to koshien every once in a while .

It was third year of my high school when coronavirus struck worldwide.  I was disappointed in the fact that there were no games organized due to lockdown . I waited and waited but to no avail and time for graduation was now there .

Today , I was going to buy groceries from the nearby store . On the way I was constantly cheering myself up when suddenly a sound of brakes was heard and everything went blank afterwards. 

When I woke up , I found myself sitting opposite a shining old man in a traditional Japanese room .
He introduced himself as God and told me that I had died when a truck collided with me instantly .

I believed him as before everything blacked out , I heard the sound of heavy breaks and saw a glimpse of the truck . I was depressed of the fact that I could not play baseball anymore and started sulking. 

But the next words of God instantly made me happy and excited . He told me that my death was caused by a mistake from a lower ranking God in charge of our world , so I could reincarnate again in any similar world . He confirmed the fact that anime worlds were real too but I could only get transmigrated in a random fresh dead body in the world from my choosing. 

Choices for the worlds were many but I chose diamond no ace world without any hesitation.  I loved the anime very much and my blood boiled imagining so much competition with so many strong high school teams .

- child , I'm impressed with your dedication so I will give you a small gift too . It will be a surprise when you wake up again .

Then everything was blank again. 

I woke up after who knows how long in a small room . I could hear no voices from outside,  only some noise from vehicles . After a while memories started filling my mind and I got excited .

I got transmigrated into body of young boy living in Tokyo alone . His name was the same as mine murata Ken.  He studied in 2nd year of middle school and died because of hitting his head while playing . He came back home  without feeling any pain but died while sleeping at night quietly .

His parents died last year in a car accident leaving him a small house and enough savings that would last till college.  I was sad at his bad luck but shrugged it off .

Now I was going to play my hearts content in this new life and there was no time to waste on anything else .