　Yes...

　I suppose that sums up well how I got here. Specifically, how I got here in the first place.

　I was decently happy with my life as a high schooler, but there were many things I yearned for.

　Many things were just beyond my grasp - but regardless, I lived a life many would look up to.

　But I bled to death.

　It's not all too bad, because I got the perfect gift. Reincarnation.

　What do you think the first thing I did was?

　That's right, I thanked Goddess-tan and picked up a sword.

　In that life, I left the convent at the earliest chance I got. At just 8 years old I wielded a sword with nothing but determination to fill that hole within myself. That desire for adventure.

　And I found it quickly. Being a wandering swordsman... getting assistance from those skilled in blade arts... eventually winding up at the Imperial Academy for Swordsmanship.

　But I didn't stay long, no - not at all. I had a dungeon to clear after all, just like Goddess-tan told me to! Quickly I abandoned the Imperial Academy as I felt it was holding me back, and promptly continued my journey.

　It was about then that my arrogance resurfaced. The arrogance that lead me to unjustly cause pain to my peers in Japan.

　That bad habit bled over into this different world. Where my incredible progression blinded me to my own humanity. I felt training was unnecessary, and to a degree, it was.

　Everything I faced was a piece of cake. Each floor of the 【16th World Dungeon】 I cleared easily.

　I was about 15 at that time, slowly working my way up the Dungeon. To add more excitement to my journey, a prophesied demon lord appeared.

　The details still bore me... it was all the typical stuff I read of in light novels.

　Regardless, I was quick to join the hero's party. Who was the hero you may ask? Well me of course, Kairasu.

　Indeed, I put my mission of clearing the 【16th World Dungeon】 on hold and went to defeat the demon lord! Horray!

　Well, maybe it shouldn't be celebrated. Because while I may have learned a lot from my party members, being named as 【The Hero】 only added fire to my already burning arrogance.

　But I really shouldn't dwell on my past lives too long. It hurts my head to think that I have indeed already lived twice. Once in Japan, and once in this new world.

　I toiled through that whole life in hopes of clearing that dungeon and soothing my desire for adventure. And I toiled more...

　Though as you all know, nothing of it came to fruition. My arrogance killed me.

　On the final floor, floor 400 of the 【16th World Dungeon】, I died not only to the final boss but my own hubris. Which makes thinking back on it now sting even more. That I had everything I wanted - Power, recognition, and adventure. I lost it all because, just like my life in Japan, I didn't prepare enough.

　And where did that failure land me?

　That's correct. Right back here at the start.

　In this 8-year-old body I had neglected the mind of. In the convent of Nuns who I didn't appreciate.

　To think of it all is jarring, even for me.

　I've only just accepted that I've essentially restarted my life in this new world. That I am back in this small town of Florvenne.