Today marks one year after Kazuhiro's death.

Cause: being run over by a truck.

At the family's home, Kazuhiro's parents gazed at the skies above. It was blue.

The sounds of birds chirping and the gentle breeze of spring adds up to this melancholy.

As compared to his funeral, only a handful came to his anniversary. Kazuhiro have no friends; not even a girlfriend—or boyfriend!

Feeling as if a lot of visitors came, Kazuhiro's mother wore an awe-inspiring look, but she didn't cook much, cuz they're short of money.

"I miss my son. He may be a good-for-nothing, but he's the only child we have. Don't you think so, dear?"

Kazuhiro's father, on the other hand, were busy sipping his beer and reading the newspaper.

"Err...yes? Indeed...he's a good kid..."

While the others that came just helped themselves for some free food. One even looked like a homeless but claim to be Kazuhiro's pal.

The mother was drunk in the air of importance, as everyone gave a nod of approval to every little thing she said.

"Ara, it'd be nice if Kazu is back with us again--"

At that moment, a portal opened up from the air and a black-haired youth plummeted onto the ground. That fall alone caused his entire bones to break apart.

"Kazu—"

Before his mother could call his name...the kid was...

"Screw you, God! I'm in another world with an awesome cheat, a harem of all races and countless people groveling at my feet! And you sent me back here with nothing? Fuck this shit! Just kill me already!"

...and Kazuhiro died again.