It's dark... really dark
Inside Yoro's consciousness, Yoro could see nothing but neverending darkness in his vision. There was no light or whatsoever to make it clear what's in front of him, yet, when he wanted to move his body to get a better hold of himself, it also where he found out that he couldn't move his body either right now.
'Where…..am I?....'
It's like he was inside some kind of vacuum state. The feeling he was having right now would be more accurate to be described as 'drifting towards nowhere in an indefinite time'…
….Well, that sucks.
He could not feel his hand, his feet, nor his own body no matter how he tried to move them. It felt like he was floating... a weird and dreadful feeling as he wasn't a f*cking astronaut in his past life. He was a normal student, living and growing on top of the footing called earth!
'wait… is that light…?'
In his vision, he could see the light coming to his vision, slowly coming closer and enlarged itself until it literally covered his whole vision.
And as he wondered what just happened, a severe headache struck his head without any warning. There was no scream…. he had opened his mouth and tried, but there simply no sound coming out of it.
But he realized that along with this migraine, a piece of information entered his head as some lost memories resurfaced in his mind. Although, he really hates it at the fact why can't the process be a little bit gentler than this 'hammer striking pain' in his head.
Eus.
The world he would be transmigrated to was said to be inhabited by all kinds of races.
Different from the earth, humans were not the only intelligent race that dominated this world. It seemed that the world also had other races such as elves and dwarves, and even demons existed.
Not only that intelligent-race, but this world also had mindless monsters dwelling in it. And all intelligent creatures would all fight for such things as they were nothing but world civilization destroyers and annihilators.
And for that, the world, Eus itself, presented them with magic. Fueled by mana, magic could be used by one who was compatible and had an aptitude for it. But for those who did not, they could still use it for creating a miracle.
The difference lies in the fact that one who had the aptitude could create a miracle by using the mana outside of one's body, whilst the one who did not have it could create one inside them.
So in general, mana itself would determine if one would be a fighter, a magician, or just your normal everyday person.
In its division, those powers would be ranked in the order of: elementary, intermediate, advanced, and master rank.
And each of those would be differentiated further in an early, middle, and late level on every rank, each determining where one's power was at in finer detail.
From then on, there would also be a rank that was more advanced than that, yet there were very few people who even managed to scratch it.
But in a few special cases, one could also be born with blessing, a special power granted when one was born. Some were weak, but some were strong enough to overthrow all kinds of powerhouses that existed for a solid decade or even century. There was also an occasion when that power could still linger in this world even when the host had already died, waiting for another suitable host to be occupied.
This thing was called inheritance.
'aghhh!.... huff huff huff'
The head-splitting pain ended abruptly, which Yoro eagerly used to catch some breath and regain his lost composure. He immediately continues to sort the memories he had just gotten out and exhaled a long tired imaginary breath after he has done with it.
Yoro: 'Which sadist out there would try to implant memories with a crude mean like that?! Why can't I just watch some kind of movie or read a paper regarding that information to easily do so much without having to deal with the cruciating pain!?
But to his surprise, there actually was some kind of hum of confirmation reverberating in his ears as he thought of that alternative. His face contorted in confusion as a question mark popped out in his head, wondering what just happened.
Bzzt!
Like someone really could hear his thought, the answer came right away in a form of a big screen that appeared out of nowhere. On it, a spectacle from a first-person view then being displayed to him, showing a… kid(?) life since the time he was born.
Yoro: ''Ah…. so this is my original's piece of memory?'
It was really not that hard to guess, looking at his current condition and state. His heart relaxed, and he rested his back to… Ah, he forgot that there was nothing behind him.
Yoro: 'whatever, may as well watch it while I am at it.'
And thus, an unknown amount of time passed just like that.
Until finally, the light dimmed, and the place turned back to the complete darkness it previously was….
* * *
Yoro felt... nothing, nothing at all. He stayed still like this for a while, thinking that he might be brought to another sea of memories, just like before.
But different from before, he could feel something had changed in his current situation. Even if he could not feel anything, he felt that he had gotten back the so-called control of his body, and now he could move them around like several unknown times ago.
And to his surprise, he actually could open both of his eyes now.
What greeted him in front of his eyes was a ceiling, a wooden one with a slick and very clean condition that glistens like a newly painted plank.
Turning his head to the side to check the surrounding area, he found himself currently lying in some kind of bed inside a fairly big room that lightened up with sun rays from the windows.
Right now, his body felt very numb, which might be the reason why he could feel literally nothing before. Yoro raised his body and stretched his hand out to relax the strained muscle in his hand like a person who had just woken up from beauty sleep, which was actually not a wrong statement in itself.
Organizing his thought, Yoro could feel some little misconception in his head and body when the two memories of a completely different, yet the same person started to merge and become one. Except for one thing that was somehow missing.
Yoro: 'hmm... something feels not right' He then put both of his hands in front of his eyes to be seen, and in there, attached to his body was two smaller than his original, muscleful arms. His skin now was for sure smoother than before and definitely more tender, with healthy white milk in color.
Yoro: 'No, not the hands...' he thought harder at what could be wrong with him. So he flipped the blanket, and before him was a completely new body and new legs, but one thing he just realized was he was currently wearing a sleep cloth.
Yoro: 'so what Ad said is true...' he thought while he rose up from his soft bed and started examining his whole body. He had a small healthy yet scrawny body with an average height stature. A normal thing as a kid obviously, with little to no muscle at all inside his white beautiful skin...
Yoro: 'Wait... WHITE BEAUTIFUL SKIN!!!?' Suddenly, his heart began to race so hard that everything around his vision became blurry while the focus of his vision centered on his pants. His two legs start shaking and his breath becomes erratic at the creepy thought that just entered his head.
Yoro: 'there's no way right? there is just no way it could be happening... Or is it...?' His question sounded more like a way to convince himself instead of questioning the fact in that regard.
His memories serve nothing to enlighten him about this fact, and he cursed all the people who were in charge of bathing him that his memories about that one bit of information were left out.
Nevertheless, his throat becomes drier as he slowly moves his hands to his pants. Grabbing the tip of his hand, he took as many deep deep breaths as he could while preparing himself for the unknown.
Yoro: 'whatever the results, I will face it like a man!...or am I still one...?' Calming his heart, he waited until he felt ready. As he grabbed the tips of his pants, he started gritting his teeth so hard that they gave chittering sounds. But he braced himself anyways, before he finally jerked down the tips of his pants, hard. Just to see...
*Creaaak*
???: "Excuse me young mas-"
Before a girl then came inside the room.
Looking at the center of the room, she froze off in her spot. Standing in there, on her vision was an adorable boy with black hair and beautiful blue eyes. By appearances, his age might have not exceeded his tenth years old yet.
NO! That was not the fucking problem in here!
That is her young master, yes. But right now, he is... pulling his pants down??
*Dangling thing sway*
When she realized what she had just seen, her face started to redden as she could finally digest what was happening in front of her. So without any further thinking, she then scre-
Yoro: "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH" before it was interrupted by Yoro's own