[#CreativeAward2026] #2 Menopause Fantasy: Saint Hormonia Quest ~Mom, Did You Reincarnate Again Today?~

Hello there 😃

I'm Azami, currently reincarnated in another world.

I'm starting off with enthusiasm again today.

"Azami's Reincarnation Diary"

Part 2.

I started this note because my daughter told me, "It's all about output!", but last time I ended up just doing an introduction...☆

Today, I'm pulling myself together and, with full
live energy (my daughter gave me that advice☆), I'm going to write my reincarnation diary!

Picking up from last time,

where I said, "I thought I had an Everest-level dizzy spell, and then I was on a futon and suddenly I was in a grassy field."

Continuing from that point.

Starting from when the dizziness was so bad that my head was spinning like a washing machine!

It's an unreasonable event no matter how much I think back on it, but I guess this is what reincarnation in another world is all about.

I'm still a reincarnation beginner🔰, but I'll do my best 😃 ﾐ☆

Episode 1, Part 3: Azami Fights a Monster

Before I knew it, I was face down in a grassy field.

My vision is warping and twisting.

I don't even know if I'm standing or sitting (though I was face down).

My fingertips, which until a moment ago should have been gripping a futon so worn out I've been meaning to replace it, now feel the prickly, lukewarm sensation of weeds.

The futon in the Japanese-style room has become a grassy field.

For some reason, I, who should have been in my futon, am dizzy in a grassy field.

“...Ugh, ughhh...”

The dizziness is so bad I feel sick.

Round and round and round, just like clothes being spun in a washing machine.
I feel so sick I can't even lift my head.

Ah, come to think of it, I didn't run the washing machine today...

"Flap, flap, flap"

……I wonder if that pigeon is here again today?

The day before yesterday, there was pigeon poop on the laundry I hung out on the balcony. Pigeons have no idea how hard it is to get rid of that sticky white mess.

"Flap, flap, flap"

I can hear the sound of wings from the balcony.
I felt... like I saw a pigeon flying away from the window.

"Flap, flap, flap"

My vision is spinning, and the sound of flapping wings is getting closer.

Is it a pigeon, or is it dizziness?

I can't process two things at once. Please, give me a break.

The moment I reached for my temples to try and calm my confused head,

"Hey you! What are you just standing there for!"

A sudden, high-pitched voice pierced through me.

Huh? What?

"It's you! It's you!"

Omiya-san? Who?

Fighting off a wave of dizziness, I looked over and saw an old woman waving her arms and shouting a short distance away.

"Flap, flap, flap!"

There it was again, the sound of wings above my head.
That sound has been annoying me for a while now.

A pigeon? Did it come to poop again?

Trying to identify the source, I shifted my gaze away from the old woman—

Yikes! What is this!

A huge, way too huge bat was right in front of me!

A bat.

It's that thing that appears out of nowhere when it gets dark and flies around everywhere, but
I've never seen one this huge!

I mean, this is the first time I've ever really looked closely at a bat!

The bat's eyes are spinning around.

Do bats have eyes like this?

Spinning, spinning...

Ah, what should I do!
The bat's eyes arespinningaround, andI can't take my eyes off it!

"What are you doing! Hurry up and defeat it!"

The old woman's shout pulled my consciousness back to reality just a little bit.

"Come on, use what you're holding in your hand towhackit! Hurry up!"

My hand?

I realized it when she said that.
I am holding aladlein my right hand.

When I put some strength into it, my favorite ladle fits into my palm as if it were clinging to it.

I will never forget it, 10 years ago.
The stainless steel ladle that was half-price at the Ito-Yokado renovation sale. The reason it's still as shiny as new after 10 years of use is because I polish it every single day without fail.

"Hey, now's the time!"

As if responding to the old woman's voice shouting from afar, my right hand swung above my head. A desperate, mindless swing, like when I'm shooing away a persistent fly in the kitchen.

Clack, I felt a solid impact halfway through.
I swung through with all my might.

CLANGGGGGGG!

It made an unbelievably good sound.

My home's ace, the 10-year veteran ladle struck the top of a giant bat's head, hitting it directly, and the bat vanished in a shower of sparks.

──Huh?

At the same time I wondered what was going on, my dizziness faded as if it were a lie, my vision straightened, and my head cleared.

My mood became bright and refreshed, as if it were a morning just born.

"...Did it heal?"

Episode 1, Part 4: Azami Meets the Head Sage

"You did a great job, dearie!"

When I came to, an old woman was standing right behind me, looking stunned.

She was an old woman with nothing but white hair styled into a bun. Maybe in her late 70s? Or perhaps over 80?

She wore a beige knit sweater and a gray skirt. She had on dark-toned stockings, giving off a somewhat nostalgic, Showa-era vibe.

The old woman nodded while mumbling, looking me over from the top of my head to the tips of my toes as if licking me with her gaze,

"Dearie"

she called out to me as Omiya-san once again.

"Um, I am Azami."

"You are..."

"Um, I'm not Omiya, I'm "Azami!"

"Your..."you...

"Are you listening?"

Why does this old woman call me Omiya?

Could she be mistaking me for someone else?

I looked around. In the vast grassy field, there was no one but the old woman and me.
A cloudless blue sky and a field of grass. It's just like Kuraganuma Park.

Oh, Kuraganuma Park is a big park in the next city over. It's covered in grass and is a recommended park for letting children play.

Since it's a municipal park, the parking is all free☆, you know. I used to go there often with a packed lunch when my daughter was little...

It's a municipal park, so the parking is all free☆. I used to go there often with a packed lunch when my daughter was little...

"You are the Saint Hormonia Kingdom's Hero!"

"...It's Azami."

Ignoring my desperate pleas, the old woman reached out with her dry, raspy hands toward my ladle.

“Dizzy-Bad—to think you could take it down in one hit, you’re impressive!”

“Hey! Don’t touch that!”

I reflexively turned my back on her.

“Tsk.”

A small click of my tongue escaped, surprising even myself.

Is this old woman trying to steal my ladle every chance she gets?

I’ve used it for ten years and it’s still like new; I polish it with cleanser every single day. There is no way I’m handing over my household’s ace, the Ito-Yokado ladle, to some random person (well, she’s an old woman, but still) whose background I don’t know.

“You there!”

The old woman suddenly grabbed my shoulder with a firm grip.

Her fingertips have quite a bit of strength, and the mothball-like scent wafting from her beige knit sweater stings my nose.

"No, like I said, I'm Aza..."

"You must defeat the Demon King Estrogen Loss!"

"Demon... King?"

The old woman stared at me as if to pierce my eyeballs, bringing her face close to mine.

Right now, this Kingdom of Saint Hormonia is on the verge of death because of Demon King Estrogen Loss now.

"Huhhh?"

Without caring about my confusion, the old woman grabbed my shoulders and shook me vigorously.

"Listen here, you! You better listen well!

Right now, this Kingdom of Saint Hormonia is in a terrible state because of Demon King Estrogen Loss!"

The old woman's bad breath hit my face.

...It stinks. It's an indescribable, aged smell, like throwing old pickles into a drainage ditch.

“Since long ago, this country has been ‘Sanctuary Estrogen’ and has been peaceful thanks to its protection.”

“But look at it now. Recently, that sanctuary has been disappearing, and in its place, incomprehensible monsters of malaise are springing up.”

“That bat from earlier is the same. That’s a ‘Dizzy-Bad’ monster—the whole country is overflowing with things like that!”

White foam began to collect at the corners of the old woman’s mouth as she spoke with excitement.
I began to be enveloped by a creepy, unpleasant premonition.

At this distance, with this intensity.
This is definitely coming.

“Since no one else can defeat them, I relied on an ancient legend.”

“‘When the sanctuary withers, a hero will appear from another world to defeat the Demon King.’”

“...Thinking ‘This is it!’, I poured all the magic I had into a summoning ritual.”

“And then, you fell down, clutching the hero’s weapon!”

Don’t you think it’s fate!”

The old woman pointed sharply at the ladle I was holding and finally let fly the spit that had been building up. Yikes.

“With your hero power, even Demon King Estrogen-Loss will be a piece of cake!”

“I beg you, please save this country and our peace!”

The moment the old woman shouted "Ssu!", I felt a slimy splash on my cheek.

Ugh...
It stinks!

What do you mean, 'Ssu'?
I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about!

Ah, I want to wipe off the old woman's spit.

But I don't have a cloth. I don't have any tissues either. I don't want to touch it directly, but having it splattered on my face is even worse.

"Do you understand?"

The old woman asks with a smug look on her face.

I was so worried about where the spit went that I didn't take in a single word of what she was saying.

No, I was listening a little, but I have absolutely no idea what she's talking about.

However, if I say "I wasn't listening" now, the old woman might get enraged and fire another "Ssu!" at me.

I want to avoid that at all costs.
No matter what.

This is the greatest crisis of my life.

What should I do...

"You there! Are you listening?"

"...I am not 'You there'."

"What are you talking about! You..."

Just as the old woman started to say something else and reached out to shake my shoulders hard,

"Mom! How long are you going to sleep?

I want to vacuum!"

A familiar, slightly grumpy voice rained down from the sky.

"Huh?"

The moment I looked up toward the voice and blinked my eyes.

The wind from the grassy field that had been stroking my cheeks stopped, and the unique smell—not the old lady's aging odor that had been stinging my nose, but something else—suddenly vanished.

Instead, what jumped into my field of vision was the slightly yellowed ceiling of the Japanese-style room I was tired of seeing.

...H-huh?

How long are you going to sleep? It's already noon.

The door slid open with a bang.
Standing there was my daughter, wearing sweatpants and holding a large vacuum cleaner, looking at me with an exasperated expression.

Y-you... I was just in a grassy field...

The moment I tried to sit up, an indescribable, sour smell that made me go "ugh" brushed past my nose.

Thinking the smell of the old lady's saliva might still be lingering, I hurriedly wiped my cheek.

...Gross. Mom, drooling. And besides, your pillow stinks

My daughter pinched her nose and took a step back.

I was devastated.

That unpleasant smell I thought was the old lady's saliva was, in fact, the smell of my own "morning drool" drifting from my pillow.

50 years old, housewife.

To be struck down by the smell of my own drool.

"No, that's not it! It's not drool... well, it is drool, but that's not what I mean! Listen to me, it was amazing just a moment ago!"

I waved my hands around, desperately denying the "remnants" left on my pillow, and began to tell the story of what happened.

That I was in a grassy field in my pajamas.

That I met a strange old lady who called me Omiya-san.

That I swatted and defeated a bat with a 10-year-old ladle from Yokadou.

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"Hey, what is this? Have I gone crazy?"

Watching me talk all at once, my daughter stopped the vacuum cleaner and curled the corners of her mouth into a smirk.

"Mom, calm down. ...Or rather"

My daughter pointed at the ladle that had been left in my hand (which for some reason shouldn't have been in the bedroom) and said this.

"Mom, that's an isekai reincarnation."

Isekai reincarnation?

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This was the beginning of my isekai reincarnation.

Ah, I'm tired.

Writing this many characters is exhausting, isn't it?

My eyes are already blurry 😭

I'll write the rest tomorrow!

Well then, excuse me ﾐ☆

Azami @ Reincarnating in Another World
50-year-old part-time housewife. Currently reincarnating in another world😀

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