How Many Mommies Do You Have, Anyway?

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After Mitsuri Kanroji went missing, she suddenly came back with a child.

The child looked so much like her it was almost frightening, and claimed to be Kanroji's daughter.

Looking at her was enough to make you jump. It was as if the lines of her face had been drawn entirely after her "mother's" appearance, then impatiently altered just a little at the very end. That tiny difference gave her a strange, awe-inspiring majesty. Talking to her felt the same way, as if you were under her rule, crawling like a tiny ant at her feet.

She was only as tall as her mother's waist, yet even the support staff leading the Love Hashira to the Master's new residence couldn't help wanting to bend down. In their hearts, they cried, "How terrifying!"

But none of that was the most important thing. Compared to the last detail, it was nothing at all:

Kanroji had only been missing for three days...?

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Under the guidance of the omniscient and omnipotent God, I discovered how to be born.

God said:

[You need to find a woman willing to carry you and be your mother.]

I let my imagination run wild: My mother had to be a powerful woman. She needed an invincible mind or unmatched strength, and, most importantly, she had to be willing to give birth to me.

I thought it would be easy. At worst, I'd get stuck finding someone willing to have a child, since people's minds are hard to change. But finding the strongest person in the world among half the population shouldn't be difficult.

But I didn't expect to be stuck on the first requirement for hundreds of years.

Hundreds of years!!!

Hey, is this lousy world some kind of gender-imbalanced Weekly Shonen Jump come to life, where the female characters are just there for decoration...?!

It wasn't until a pink-haired woman cut open the neck of the unlucky demon I was hiding inside that I finally found a candidate.

I couldn't take it anymore! Like my butt was on fire, I rushed straight at her in the illusion the demon had created before dying and asked, "Will you be my mom?"

The other woman immediately covered her face and sucked in a sharp breath.

At least I'd learned my lesson and spent three years getting closer to her in the illusion first... I thought I'd come away empty-handed again, but she held me in her arms for the first time and tearfully agreed.

"I'll make you happy," she said.

I don't have eyes yet, but I felt like I was going to cry too.

Thank you!

After that, it was as if I'd activated a luck switch. In parallel worlds, the other versions of me started bringing good news too.

[Golden Spiral Eyes]: I was born today! My mommy is super strong!

[I'm an Eight-Legged Spider]: Wow, a spider!

[Ninja World's Crown Prince]: Me too... I'm an alien!

[I Am the Nation]: Hmph, my turn! My mom is a god! Uh... but she has a bastard husband I need to take care of.

...? How strange. It seems like my mommy is the only one who's human.

Though I'm not human either.

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1. Women! We need lots of women!

2. So many people claim their dads. How can there be no one claiming their mom? This is so unfair!

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Story idea: 2022.9.3, blurb: 2022.9.20

Theme: Hey, Mommy! (cheerfully)