Behind My Secret Identity, I Unleash My Fists on My Sons

First World: I have no memories of my past, and I've forgotten my own name. But at the hospital, I saw a woman on the verge of death after giving birth. Her soul smelled sweet.

She asked me to look after her child, offering her soul in exchange.

Maybe this would be fun? I thought with a smile.

"Let's make a pact."

She agreed, for the sake of her child.

Her child was called Geto Suguru.

Second World: A mother whose poor health had led her to give birth to a sickly child watched with her own eyes as her baby was sent to a remote courtyard.

"You'll have to trade your soul," I said.

Before she died, all the mother asked was that I take good care of her child.

But as I raised him, things went awry... So I decided to play hide-and-seek with him.

I just didn't expect to hide for hundreds of years.

Oh, right. Her child was called Kibutsuji Muzan.

Third World: A poor woman was deceived, gave birth to a son, and was driven out of her family along with her child. Unable to care for herself, she collapsed by the roadside, on the verge of death.

She wished to die, but wanted her child to live.

So I came.

Her child was called Tsushima Shuji.

[To be continued]

New writer here, beware of pitfalls (just kidding).

The protagonist has a few issues. Later on, she gradually regains her memories and emotions. At first, she acts out of self-interest and curiosity. She puts her heart and soul into caring for each child, but can also let go of her feelings with ease.

Her personality changes depending on each child's unique temperament.

Read at your own risk!!! The author's heart is fragile.

Theme: A mother's love is as mighty as a mountain... and then it slips downhill. Take this personality-reformation punch!