" I got lost... on the path of life." A Boy with brown hair said to the person in front of him. They were sitting on the edge of a large seemingly endless crater. The boy readjusted his body and sat lazily.
"Stop trying to copy Kakashi. Being in a mood will not save your soul" The person in front of him said as he raised his hand to gesture with the bright ball in his hand. He grabbed the ball and placed it near him.
"I know, Kakashi was in such a mood. Anyway, what will happen to me now?" The Boy then got up from his seat and stood up in front of the person. He stretched his muscles a little bit and even stretched his back to which several cracks from his bones can be heard.
The person in front of him had a smile that was plastered on his face. He kept only smiling not showing any shift of tone and emotion from him. The person then did the same thing and stood in front of the boy. His body shapeshifted itself to look like a replica of the boy.
"You have two choices. Either go to judgment and go to heaven or hell.-" The person said as he held up the ball of light in his right hand. "Sounds like a stretch," The boy said uncaringly as if I didn't matter.
The person then let go of the ball and started floating towards the boy. " Or you can go reincarnate into another world.-" "Yes" The boy interpreted the person as he didn't hesitate to answer his question.
"Are you sure-"
"yes"
"you can-"
"yes"
The person sighed as he held his hand and pointed toward the boy. "Alright, fine. I will reincarnate you." The person said as kept holding his hand in front of the boy. " Oh and just so you know. You won't remember this conversation." Those were the last words the boy heard before he fell asleep on the ground.
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"Push! Push!" The doctor said, in front of him is a woman trying to give birth to a healthy child. The woman was in pain as the doctor was trying to remove the baby. "I see the head! Keep pushing" The doctor said as the woman gave one more push before the child finally exited her body.
She panted heavily as she saw the doctor taking her baby in his arms and going off to wash him. Several minutes passed by as the doctor returned with the baby in his arms wrapped in some clothing. "here is your child Ms. Crescent" The doctor said as he handed her baby to her.
The woman inspected her child. He had a naturally beautiful face with red eyes. But the mother also noticed something. The child has pale white skin. "Umm doctor is my child alright? Why is his skin so pale?"
"Well, you see Ms. Crescent...Your child is born with a rare amount of mana in his body. Due to having him so much of it, his man began to purify the color of his skin." The doctor said as he adjusted the glasses on his face. "Don't worry, it's a completely normal thing towards children. I'm sure his skin will return color in 2 days." He held two fingers to prove his point.
"I hope you're right," The mother said as she saw her baby looking at her with his red eyes and trying to reach for her face while smiling. "I'll call you Slan. Slan Crescent. That shall be your name" The mother said as she began to hug her child closer to her.
Slan's POV
Damn if I knew that being birthed was gonna be this painful. I would've stayed in the womb. Well, whatever, not like I can change how I was gonna be born. Anyway, I am being carried to some room with a weird funny looking mustache man.
He settled me down on the table and place a cloth under me. Hmm, I wonder what is he going to DO!-
He slapped my ass! My shiny squeaky Ass! How dare you, good sir! He kept slapping me many times until I had to cry due to the pain built up. He then turned my little body and made me lay on my back and started cleaning me. I felt water cleanse my body from all the blood all over me.
The Mustache man then grabbed a piece of cloth and wrapped me in it and delivered me to a woman. The woman held me in her arms and looked at me while speaking. I didn't know the language, so I couldn't translate what she said.
She then said Slan Crescent. I am guessing that's my name. She then held my tiny arms using her fingers and began playing with them. I decided it would be best to smile at her for a change.
She the. Settled me on her lap as she began to do something to her clothes. She drew me closer to her chest as she removed her bra from underneath her clothes.
Wait no! I don't want to be breastfed! Someone! Anyone! Help me! However, it was too late for me and now I have this picture of my mom breastfeeding me for an eternity in my head.