Tilea’s Worries – Prologue

I like misunderstanding comedies, but only when they have enough believability. Incidentally, the best done one I can remember over the last few years is this for me. That cafe scene.



“Tilea, three fried rices please.”


Receiving the order I headed into the kitchen, and brought out my carefully maintained, and favourite kitchen knife. It’s just a cast iron knife, but it’s my prided and beloved knife. Using this, I finely chopped vegetables similar to spring onion, lettuce, and carrots into fine pieces.
Next I spread oil in the pot, and mixed in rice and egg with the chopped vegetables from earlier, and put it all through the heat. The fire was strong and shaking the pot so that it wouldn’t burn was the trick to it. After putting in our secret spices for flavour, I completed my parallel world fried rice.

I can smell a delicious fragrance. Newly made and still piping hot, I delivered it to the customer.

“Thank you for waiting.”

“Oh! The smell is making me hungry.”

The guest received the plate and began vigorously digging into it.

“Ah, ah, hot, mn, yummy, yummy.”

Noisily and heartily wolfing down the food, the plate was empty in an instant.

“That was great. Today’s was delicious as well, Tilea-chan.”

“Thank you as always.”

I politely bowed, and tidied up the completely empty plate.

Phew, I’ve been working hard today as well, huh.

Seeing the customers happily wolf down the food I spent so much effort cooking makes me so happy that I can’t bear it. There’s nothing happier than being a cook.
You can say that right now I’m living a fulfilling life every day. It makes me keenly realise just how useless I was in my past life.

I have memories of my past life. As the slang goes in Japanese circles, I’m a reincarnater. I was called Shioda Tetsuya in my old life, and I was a Japanese guy born to an extremely normal household. But, as it often is with us reincarnaters, I lived an unhappy life, and passed away from the world in despair as a 33-year-old jobless virgin. I didn’t work, and lived as what you’d call a NEET, completely inconveniencing my parents.

Moreover, because I suffered from the Middle Schooler Syndrome; Chuunibyou, I was pretty hard to deal with. I always thought that I was a special human; that I had some special power and would be entrusted with a mission. So I never thought about studying hard for exams, or working to pay for food. I looked down on people who busied themselves working hard.

As you’d expect, I was bullied at school and then stopped going, and couldn’t even get a job. In the end I was abandoned by my parents, and having fallen halfway into self-abandonment, I was hit by a truck and died.
Even when I was hit, I half believed that because I was a special person I couldn’t die, so I really was beyond help. It was only when I was carried into the hospital with one foot in the grave that I opened my eyes.

I wasn’t special. I realised that I only convinced myself that I was special to run away whenever things got tough. I wanted to do it all over.

I wanted this time, to live a life that I wouldn’t regret.

With these strong feelings of regret, my consciousness faded…

And when I awakened, I had become a baby.

Eh? Huh? What is this?

is not what I thought.

Because I was a chuunibyou, I indulged myself in reading all sorts of manga and novels, so I was able to immediately understand my situation. I had been born again, with memories of my old life.

What an incredibly chuuni-esque development!

Moreover, I was even in a world of swords and magic as a bonus. But even if I reincarnated, I no longer thought of myself as special. Were this a novel then there’d be stuff like being born with OP powers, or a harem, or crap like that, but the reality isn’t that kind. In my old life, it was this kind of conceit that was why I had such a hard time.

God had even given me a second chance at life.

I told myself that this time, I would live seriously.

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33 thoughts on “Tilea’s Worries – Prologue”

    1. Truck-san Hit List
      P̶r̶e̶-̶R̶u̶d̶e̶u̶s̶ ̶G̶r̶a̶y̶r̶a̶t̶
      K̶a̶w̶a̶s̶u̶m̶i̶ ̶I̶t̶s̶u̶k̶i̶
      Y̶a̶s̶h̶i̶r̶o̶ ̶E̶i̶j̶i̶
      S̶h̶i̶o̶d̶a̶ ̶T̶e̶t̶s̶u̶y̶a̶
      K̶a̶z̶u̶m̶a̶ ̶S̶a̶t̶o̶u̶ (He wished that it was Truck-san)
      And the list goes on…

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    2. Truck-chan’s wish when he’s just but some machine parts, is to hug depressed peoples so they can achieve new happy life… He’s Innocent, he only wanted to hug those miserable peoples…


      1. Mhm. Sure… That’s what truck-san wants. It’s not the delicious taste of human blood, nor the *squish* sound that they make when they get run over.


      1. Good idea.
        Kids and neets hear this..
        If you die by a truck you can be reincarnated with your memories intact!!
        Do now and you’ll get a cute sister and a cheat ability as bonus!!


  1. If I may ask, what is the difference between this and the one being translated in gdocs? Is it the difference of a wn and ln?


  2. This looks really good so far, it shows promise.

    Ah, Truck-san strikes again. You know, last week in the chat of skythewood there was people talking about how badass it would be if it had its own story. A truck bathed in the blood of heroes or something. Or it being a transformer or god.

    Thanks for the chapter!

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  3. “…and still piping (how), I delivered…”
    The (how) should be (hot) tl-sama~
    Other than, thanks for the hardwork tl-sama~


  4. who the heck the is driver of the serial killer truck? or maybe it doesnt have? *gasp*

    this is interesting


  5. It’s that darn truck again! Someone please investigate, it might have been the same one truck all along! Did any MC see it’s plate number?


  6. It’s clear Truck-chan is a cursed tool from the C3 series It’s curse is that it gives those hit by it a good life but at the cost of killing you. She is so cursed that even near misses tend to end up with new lovers.


  7. summoning the truck
    demon king : what is this overwhelming auras, is that the legendary heroes killer, with bright holy light in front of it, black smoke of death that corrupt even the nature from its back. and the sound like a thundering war-horn that makes even a dragon roars pale in comparison… fu-furthermore the plate sign that reads GG…


    1. Dude, the most dangerous things an this planet is Truck-san… and this comment. It nearly killed me by dehydration and suffocation. AT THE SAME TIME! :D


    1. Just before you start reading, please keep in mind that this story is in the ‘misunderstanding comedy’ genre. In other words, it is not ‘an action series with some misunderstandings’ or ‘a comedy with some misunderstandings’ or a ‘world take-over fantasy with a few misunderstandings’.

      I might sound patronising, but I’m reminding you to be safe. (:


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