When I Reincarnated, I Became Even More of a Gorilla

There’s no one in this world that isn’t tied down by something. I’m no exception to this rule, as while accumulating stress from being sandwiched between a sarcastic boss and unmotivated subordinates, I struggled today as a middle manager in a black company.

I was staggering home in the pouring rain, disappointed that the last train had already departed, in order to get ready for the next day’s work.

[Haahhh…… If I go home now, I should be able to get 2 hours of sleep.]

Even though I was in no condition to make normal decisions by any stretch of the imagination, tomorrow’s work would still come.

To begin with, I don’t think this profession is right for me. Given that I was able to do what I was good at in my previous department, no matter how poor the working environment was and how long the hours were, I was still able to catch the last train and get a reasonable amount of sleep.

Then, all of a sudden, I received a letter of dismissal and was transferred to a different department. Moreover, the rumor about the section chief collapsing from stress was so surprising that I thought my eyes might pop out.

When I went to work, I found that a young man who was supposed to be my subordinate was forced to do my work, and when I warned him about it, he suddenly stopped turning up the next day.

When I reported this to my supervisor, they had somehow assumed that I was at fault, and additional work incomprehensibly appeared.

Thirteen years after I joined the company, I managed to keep going until I was 35 years old, but to be honest, I was at my mental limit. But even so, my body still gives me strength. I resent this energetic body of mine that builds up muscle even when I don’t work out.

When I was a student and in my previous department, my subordinates called me “Gorimatsu” or “Gorimatsu-san”, but when you get such a straightforward nickname just because you look like a gorilla, you lose the will to complain, don’t you?

Well, thanks to that though, I guess I benefited by often receiving my favorite bananas.

In any case, I, Gorimatsu, am already tired.

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As I was walking home late at night, thinking about the thing I was helpless about, when I saw a passing vehicle that usually wasn’t present on that road. From the sound of it, it appeared to be a truck, but I could see that it was going very fast.

As I was idly watching the truck, I was concerned about the traffic lights and took my eyes off the road for a moment, when something wandered in front of the truck and jumped out in front of it.

I hurriedly checked and saw that it was definitely a human, and a child at that.

I was surprised as to why a child would be in such a place at such a time of day, in the rain, but before I could ask that, I had thrown away my umbrella and my body had started to move. I’m so thankful for my body, which has so much energy at times like this.

With full force, I leaped in front of the truck and promptly catching the child, I threw them beyond the guardrail, away from the truck, into the thick bushes that would catch their body. This way, even though they’re a child, they won’t get seriously hurt.

[Thank goodness……]

I let out a sigh of relief. As my concentration waned, I began to hear the sound of rain and the honking of the truck in my ears.

There was a high-pitched sound, but I, whose thoughts had been a little too occupied, couldn’t move at all. It seemed that in the moments just before my death, I senselessly pondered within the moment that felt slow, allowing me to survey various things

Ahh, why didn’t that guy just brake or swerve instead of honking his d*mn horn? This is a place where there are no pedestrians or cars after all.

However, the driver didn’t understand my thoughts, as the truck struck me and knocked me off the road.

I heard a loud bang, but everything around me felt strange. This current state of mine where I could see my body being blown away, I wonder if it’s that so-called astral projection?

Fumu, I’m starting to lose feeling in my body.

Getting hit by a truck is a dreadful way for one’s life to end, but hopefully next time, I’ll be able to live a carefree life without a threat to my life.

————–Your wish has been heard. I suppose I’ll thank you for saving me————–

I didn’t know whose voice I heard as my consciousness faded away.

I was just comforted by it, filling me with good thoughts at my last moments.

Yes, I hope the child was safe.