The sun began to rise on the horizon, painting the sky with shades of orange and pink that blended with the nocturnal blue in a natural painting of incomparable beauty.
The morning light timidly crept through the curtains, like curious fingers seeking to touch every corner of the room.
The nanny decided it was time to interrupt my rest.
So, with the delicacy and elegance that distinguished her, she approached the windows with silent steps.
And, with her hands, small and soft yet still agile, she grasped the curtains and drew them aside with a fluid and confident gesture.
In an instant, the room was flooded with golden light, a gentle warmth that promised a new beginning.
I woke up slowly, still wrapped in the warmth of the soft fabrics and the security of the walls that surrounded us.
Then I stretched, feeling my muscles lazily respond to the call of wakefulness.
Meanwhile, the nanny moved away from the window, and I could focus my mind on my thoughts.
They turned to the previous day, recalling the purification process and the initial uncertainty, the understanding, the pain, and the benefits it brought.
Then, my thoughts immediately shifted to what happened after: the teleportation.
From the nanny explaining that there were two different methods: quantum teleportation and one governed by laws, along with their advantages and disadvantages.
To the scanning and vibrations immediately after being dematerialized.
To the indescribable sensation while it happened, which was a combination of dizziness and lightness.
To the slight shock I felt as my body reassembled, reaching the destination on the arrival platform.
Then, I remembered the test to verify vitality, soul activity, and affinities.
To the slight pressure as the system began the analysis, then to the nanny explaining the real purpose of the purification process.
To the nanny finding it unusual and unable to explain why my soul activity level was unusually high.
And at the mere thought of that, I chuckled, since it was impossible for her to understand the cause, as it concerned my reincarnation.
And especially to her reaction when she discovered my affinities, with me teasing her saying she was playing a joke on me.
Just thinking about that, I almost laughed out loud, with the nanny listening.
But then, I gave myself a mental slap in the face, to become serious and think:
"By the way, I'm still worried about how the higher-ups of the family will react when they find out. In fact, from now on, since they will surely have already discovered this."
"Should I change my behavior? Should I perhaps act more childishly?" I wondered.
Then, I thought about it for a moment and gave myself an answer:
"NO. It would make no sense now, and indeed, they might even become suspicious because of it. It's better for me to continue this way, without changing my behavior at all."
After this brief reflection on how to behave, I continued to think about the previous day.
After that affinity test, there was an uninterrupted race to reach this place, one of the many refuges of the Ryushin family.
This race was a test of endurance, physically more exhausting than my usual routine.
Finally, I stopped reflecting and thinking about my reincarnation and the experiences I've had in this new life.
At the end of it, I thought:
"These are definitely extravagant experiences, but ones I would certainly do again, and moreover, I will probably have much more fun in this life than in the last one I lived."
So, with the daylight flooding the room, I got up from the bed, letting the warmth of the fabrics dissolve into the fresh morning air.
My muscles awoke from the nocturnal torpor, responding vigorously to the call of activity. The nanny, with a look that mixed affection and attention, watched my every move, ready to assist if necessary.
I crossed the room with confident steps, on a cold, smooth marble floor that reflected the incoming sunlight like a tranquil lake in the morning.
My steps were accompanied by a subtle and regal echo, as if each footprint left was a declaration of my presence in that place of power and tradition.
And each one was a reminder of my heritage and my place in that world.
Arriving at the door, I opened it carefully, letting the scent of the morning greet me.
The corridor was silent, but the air vibrated with an unspoken promise, of secrets and stories hidden behind every corner.
The dining room was a riot of colors and scents, and inside it, numerous people were present.
As I advanced towards the dining room, whispers and murmurs spread through the air like leaves carried by the wind.
Some eyes followed me with curiosity, while others with a veil of suspicion.
The people present, members of the Ryushin family and their guests, wondered who I was, a new face in such a familiar place.
Some used their divine sense, an innate ability to perceive the essence of those around them, to try to decipher my identity.
While others used it to communicate with each other.
"Who is this young man?" they wondered.
"What is the story behind those eyes that seem to have seen many cycles pass?"
Their voices, barely perceptible whispers, were a mix of admiration and questions.
"He has the aura of someone important," commented one.
"See how he moves? There's a grace in him that can't be faked," observed another.
I approached the main table, where a place had been reserved for me.
The nanny, with a discreet nod, indicated the chair to me.
I sat down, aware of all the eyes on me, but calm and collected.
"Good morning, everyone," I said with a clear and confident voice.
"I am honored to share this breakfast with you."
A murmur of polite responses filled the room, and slowly, the whispers subsided.
Breakfast began, and with it, a new day within the protective walls of the Ryushin family, a day that could change the course of my life.