'Gong! Or… Aaku!'
Yellow thought of nonsense like being a combination of Goku and Aang from his favorite cartoons in his past life.
'Wind! I can use wind!'
"Ha! Ha! Ha!"
The little baby then laughed cutely in the woman's arms. The laugh has a high pitch and is loud, sounding like that of a third-rate villain.
"Ahm… Why is my child like this? Have you feed him any strange potion!?"
"I did not! I'm his grandfather! What the hell are you saying!"
"Then why is he like this!?"
"Maybe, he's just too excited after seeing both of our magic?"
To prove his point, the old man then got in front of the child. He twirled his right arms fingers and did a snap.
*woosh~*
A mini tornado then formed in his palms gently swaying the deep blue hair of the baby.
Yellow had his dark green eyes wide with stars sparkling on them. His little mouth formed a cute surprised 'o' as he was mesmerized on the magic.
"Look, he likes magic! A natural!"
"Really?"
The woman then outstretched her right arm to the bottles containing colored powder.
Magically, the bottles' cork lifted on their own, the colored powder then starts to float midair.
The woman guided the colored powder with the motions of the fingers in her right arm.
Slowly an imaged form, and after some moment, she created a painting of dawn.
The sun is peeking in between two mountains, while its yellowish-orange arms outstretch to the surrounding. The sky was colored brightly with fading yellow, and the lake beneath the mountains reflect the sky.
The painting brought calm to the mind and also looks very peaceful.
As Yellow looked at that, small droplets of tears fell on her little eyes. In that painting, the symbol of his past life is portrayed, his name, Yellow.