Reincarnated as Nobita Nobi

After thoroughly tasting mom, I returned to my daily routine - practicing swordsmanship, honing my psychic abilities, and going to school.

My sword skills were getting pretty decent. I could execute the basic forms smoothly, but in a real fight I'd probably still just hack away wildly like some action movie thug. Theory's one thing, but without actual combat experience, who knows how I'd really do?

My psychic powers were coming along nicely though. I could now use telekinesis up to 5-6 meters away, teleport 3-4 meters, and see through walls for 3-4 meters. I could maintain these abilities indefinitely now, even without the training device. Using them still drained me mentally though. I wondered if being a transmigrator was the reason I picked them up so quickly. Seems like a cliché trope - the isekai protagonist always has amazing mental powers. We can't all be spiritual prodigies, can we?

Anyway, I kept up with my training regimen. At school, I'd flirt with Shizuka. Sometimes I'd collect royalties from my manga and work on expanding my little company. Life was pretty sweet.

But then everything changed. It wasn't my family this time - it was Shizuka's. When I heard the news, I was stunned.

"What? Shizuka's dad was hit by a car?" I gaped at my mom in disbelief.

She nodded grimly. "That's what the neighbors are saying. Apparently there was a lot of blood. He was conscious at first, but by the time they got him to the operating room, he suddenly started coughing up blood. The doctors found that all his internal organs were ruptured. They tried to save him for days, but in the end..."

She trailed off, then continued: "Mrs. Minamoto kept it quiet for a while, but once the hospital bills started coming in, she couldn't hide it anymore. That's how everyone found out."

It suddenly made sense why Shizuka had been complaining about her mom being out all the time lately. This explained everything.

I called Doraemon and we rushed over to Shizuka's house. When we arrived, it was packed with people - neighbors, relatives, friends, classmates. Just like when it happened to my family, except I'd been laid up in bed back then.

I pushed through the crowd and found Mrs. Minamoto greeting guests. She looked exhausted, the stress of the past few days clearly taking its toll. But she was still maintaining her composure, trying to keep up appearances for the family's sake.

I approached her and said gently, "Auntie, how are you holding up? I hope you're taking care of yourself. No matter what happens to the Minamoto family, as long as you and Shizuka are okay, there's still hope for the future."

She seemed taken aback, like I was the first person to actually ask how she was doing. Everyone else had just offered condolences about Mr. Minamoto. A warm smile briefly crossed her face.

"Nobita, you're here to see Shizuka, aren't you? She's in her room. This has been so hard on her - I hope you can comfort her."

I nodded. "Of course, I'll do my best." As I turned to go, I added: "Auntie, if you need anything at all, please let me know. I'll help however I can."

She just smiled and shook her head, probably thinking there wasn't much a kid like me could do. If only she knew...

I headed to Shizuka's room and found her crying her eyes out. As soon as she saw me, she flung herself into my arms. I held her close as she sobbed into my chest.

I didn't try to tell her it would be okay or to cheer up. That would've been stupid. Instead, I just rubbed her back gently and said, "It's alright, let it all out. Cry as much as you need to."

After a while, I added softly: "I'm here for you, Shizuka. I promise I'll do everything I can to help you through this."

She gradually calmed down in my embrace. As exhaustion took over, she started to drift off. But before sleep claimed her, she whispered: "Nobita, can I really depend on you?"

I hugged her tighter. "Absolutely. I swear I'll take care of you."

"Thank you," she murmured as she finally fell asleep.

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A few days later, the funeral was held. It was eerily similar to my family's, with only the photo and ashes being different. As I stared at Mr. Minamoto's picture on the altar, my mind started to wander.

History had changed. How was that possible? Was it because of the Future Diary? Or maybe it was because I'd been paranoid and given Doraemon a bunch of money to buy that other gadget - the Lie 800? For some reason, modern money worked in the future in Doraemon's world.

After drinking the Lie 800, I'd repeated what I'd written in the diary originally. Could that have caused this effect?

But when I'd asked Doraemon if we could use the time machine to bring someone back to life, he'd adamantly said it was impossible. If it were possible, he would've used it to fix his own ears that were chewed off by mice.

I didn't argue, but I wondered. Maybe it wasn't impossible for everyone - just for most people. Maybe only I could do it, as the one chosen by history or whatever.

But did I really want to change things?

Looking at the photo on the grave, I felt my heart darken once again. Though maybe it had already turned black after what happened with my mom.

I gazed at the two beautiful mourners - Shizuka and her mother - then turned back to Mr. Minamoto's grave.

"Don't worry, uncle," I said quietly. "I'll take good care of them from now on."

My voice was soft, but my eyes glinted with determination... and something else. Something that would have made Shizuka shudder if she'd seen it.

But she didn't see. She was lost in her grief, unaware of the boy beside her whose innocent crush was rapidly evolving into possessive obsession.

I smiled to myself. Everything was going according to plan.

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