Otherworldly Commentator: All I Wanted Was to Watch Commentary Videos in Another World, But I Ended Up With Broadcasting Gear!

After walking for about 30 minutes, I was lucky to find a river.

It was a fairly large river, and although the current wasn’t too strong, it was about five meters wide, making it a bit of a struggle to cross to the other side.

As I approached, I noticed the water was clear and looked drinkable.

Bending down at the river, I tentatively took a sip.

“…Delicious. Seems safe.”

For the first time these two days, I felt my body rejoicing as the water traveled down my esophagus.

The sensation of cold water passing through my throat and settling in my stomach.

I am indeed alive.

After quenching my hunger by drinking my fill, I filled my PET bottle.

Having a PET bottle as part of my initial equipment was subtly helpful.

How would I have carried water back to my lonely dwelling without it?

It’s frightening, but at least my water problem is now solved.

It bothers me a bit that I must walk, but it’s better than nothing. I can’t complain.

A bit cold, but a bath in the water would clean my body and keep this beautiful blonde hair shining.

“…Blonde hair? Blonde hair!?”

As I was about to walk away from the river, I turned on my heel, and with an urgency that might have looked like I had dropped something, I leaned closer to the water’s surface.

“Who is this…”

Reflected, there was not the listless, black-haired man I had been used to seeing for over ten years, but―

“…Isn’t this quite handsome?”

A face with sweet features and blonde hair, someone who would be called a handsome man, an ‘ikemen.’

“What’s this about? But still, it can’t be…”

For the next 30 minutes, I wandered along the riverbank.

It was about this face.

Of course, I had imagined it before.

Waking up as a handsome man in the morning, wanting silky hair.

But what about when it happens to you?

Even though it’s still me inside, the appearance is completely different.

Since I’ve died once, I might not even be myself anymore… Let’s not delve into philosophy here.

It’s me, but I have no memory of this appearance.

It all feels like borrowed goods.

There used to be movies where the main character and heroine swapped bodies. Was it this kind of feeling?

Even my line of sight feels a bit higher, and I have grown taller.

No good. My head is getting all tangled up.

“Let’s think out loud. My appearance is different from my previous life. Is this a bad thing? After all, the past me didn’t care much about appearance. Which means maybe I never really cared about my looks?”

I feel somewhat convinced.

“Right, that’s probably it. I didn’t go out much anyway. Isn’t it better now that I look better? I can’t think of specific advantages, but I’ll get discounts. In other words, there’s no need to worry about the change in appearance. The blonde hair is cool.”

Alright, I’ve concluded.

I am myself. When I think about it calmly, that’s all there is.

It might be worth trying out fashion, something I never considered in my previous life.

I can’t imagine this world of swords and magic having the same culture as my original world, but it’s still better than what I was used to.

Looking down at my torso, I see a green stretchy outfit.

“…Could this ‘middle school tracksuit,’ my initial gear, be the most advanced item in this world?”

“Little did I know, I was unwittingly walking the path of a fashion master; my potential is frightening.”

Jokes aside, there are still things to do today.

Something as important as water – yes, food.