My Seatmate is Apparently My Wife from My Past Life; She Still Loves Me in This Life as Well

For example, in web novels, the “reincarnated protagonist” is one of the major genres.

If we break it down into finer categories, it becomes overwhelmingly diverse, so for now, let’s proceed with a rough definition of “a person who died once and was reborn.” With that in mind, is Kamidama Kagari, a girl who claims to have memories of her previous life, someone who fits into that category?

From what I’ve heard, it certainly seems like she fits perfectly. However, just because she has memories, does that mean she is the same person? That seems a bit of a stretch to me.

Why do I think that? Because Kamidama insists that I, someone with no memory of a past life, am her husband from a previous life.

She claims we were in a relationship in a previous life, and that we were married.

She insists and believes this, and because of that, she tells me:

“I love you.”

“I like you.”

Even though there’s a possibility it’s just a misunderstanding or a case of mistaken identity, Kamidama says this to me with some kind of certainty, touching me with the confidence that there’s no mistake.

It’s probably a significant and heavy memory that shapes the current Kamidama, but to me, it just felt like an unexpected stroke of luck.

Because Kamidama Kagari is such a high unreachable flower to me, beyond my reach.

In terms of difficulty, she is like a flower that blooms once in a hundred years at the peak of a dragon-guarded mountain. An opponent so formidable that trying to pluck her would be a guaranteed defeat.

Yet, she says, “I love you in this life too because we were married in our past life.” Even as a joke, that’s too much of a stretch.

But knowing Kamidama, she’s not the type to lie or push through with ridiculous claims—she may be crazy, but she’s not a person who says or does things irresponsibly.

So, that means Kamidama truly, deeply means it when she says such things.

At least to Kamidama, a previous life exists for me, and that version of me was married to her previous life counterpart.

But that’s why I think this.

I can’t help but think about the differences between my past and present lives.

If I had memories, the story would be simpler.

If, like Kamidama, I remembered the person I loved in a previous life without forgetting anything, there would be no problem.

I might have faced different obstacles, but at least one of them would be gone, allowing me to ponder things more deeply.

If only I remembered even a little bit about the previous life of Kamidama Kagari or my own past life.

Well, there’s no point in talking about “what ifs,” but when I think about such things, it’s inevitable that my thoughts head in that direction.

Kamidama is a beautiful girl.

She’s such a well-formed girl that calling her a beauty seems insufficient and almost disrespectful.

What guy wouldn’t be intrigued by such a girl showing interest in him? No one. Especially for someone like me, a loner without a single friend, it’s a critical hit.

Moreover, Kamidama’s behavior toward me feels as if it’s imbued with “experience points exclusively for Nagiura Uraku.”

No matter what she does, it doesn’t feel unpleasant—in fact, it feels familiar.

It’s abnormal that someone like me, who struggles with new family members and can’t make friends at school, would think that way.

So, I can’t help but be curious and drawn to her.

Realizing this about myself, I can’t help but think:

The person Kamidama says she loves isn’t really me.

There is a fundamental difference between my past and present lives—that’s undeniable. Even if there’s a connection between past and present lives, the exact same person never exists.

The environment one is born into, the people around them, the order of encounters—these small things change a person significantly.

Unless there’s an unscientific phenomenon of having the memories of an entire lifetime.

And unfortunately, I don’t have such memories. I only have the memories of the seventeen years I’ve lived in this life.

Kamidama smiles gently at everything I do, saying, “You haven’t changed at all.”

But I don’t know this “unchanged” version of me that Kamidama knows.

To me, the “past me” that Kamidama remembers is a “stranger.”

There’s no reason for me to accept love directed at a stranger.

“Hmm? Well, you have a point there. You’re right, Uraku.”

When I said that, Kamidama, who seemed to be deep in thought, suddenly smiled and said.

I thought I had shared something quite significant, but Kamidama looked at me, blowing away the heavy atmosphere.

“But that’s why you’re here with me, right? To know about me, or yourself, or your past life.”

“Well, that’s true… but I don’t think knowing will change anything drastically, Kamidama.”

“Ahaha, that depends on how you handle it. But don’t worry. Hmm, maybe saying ‘don’t worry’ is a bit unfair. In the end, you’re still you.”

“Are you trying to force this logic on me?”

“No, no.”

Kamidama says it’s quicker to see and learn things than to think about them now.

I feel like I’ve been skillfully evaded, but for now, I’ll let it be.