"I'm hungry."
It has been several years since I started my new life in this world.
I am now three years old.
As a baby, I had nothing to do, so I spent all my time training for magic.
As a result, I have learned something.
It seems that there are two kinds of magical powers, one inside of me and the other outside of me.
It seems that there is magic in the air.
He can take in such magic outside his body through his mouth and fuse it with the magic inside his body.
Since I realized this, I have been trying to control the fusion of the two kinds of magic power in my stomach, about a little below my belly, and to spread it all over my body.
Thanks to this, I am now able to naturally mix the two kinds of magic power.
But there was one problem.
I still can't use magic.
It seems that the magic that my mother used to use can only be used by going to the "church".
When the child grows up to a certain degree, the child is taken to the church and undergoes a ritual.
Then, they will be able to use simple life magic such as lighting, igniting fire, and drinking water.
In other words, if the child does not go to the church, he/she will not be able to use magic.
This is why I could not learn to use magic, even though I asked my parents who could not use any magic except for daily life magic.
But that did not mean I could give up.
I wanted to try magic as soon as possible, but I guess it was because I had been self-conscious since I was so young that I couldn't move very much.
I also had a lot of free time.
I had been trying to use magic somehow, through trial and error.
After I became able to speak, I kept trying desperately to see if the magic would work by mumbling a bunch of random words.
Finally, recently, I began to feel a response.
It all started when I went out to the fields.
I was in the field, and I was able to see the magic in the air.
My new home was not a very wealthy one.
In fact, it would be safe to say that I was rather poor.
I had seen the house since I was a baby, and I thought that the farmer who lived in a shabby house was my family of birth.
They live in the same old ragged clothes every day and earn their living by growing wheat in the fields.
However, since most of the crops I produce are taken away as taxes, I have very little to eat every day.
I have never seen them eat a full meal.
I was so hungry that I left my shabby house and came to the fields.
But alas.
There was nothing to eat at that time.
But I couldn't give up just because there was nothing to eat.
I wanted to eat whatever I could, so I decided to try growing my own crops.
I set up my own space at the edge of the field behind my house.
I crouched down, put my little hands on the ground and closed my eyes.
He takes a deep breath in and then exhales.
With the intention of replacing all the air in your body, take a deep breath and turn your attention to your body.
Slowly and gradually but surely mixing the magic power from the outside, he kneads the magic power.
The magic power that has been sufficiently kneaded under the navel is now brought up to the chest and pushed down toward the head, hands, and feet.
The magic that has been pushed down reaches the edge of the body, and from there it returns to the torso.
Carefully and without any stagnation, the magic begins to flow slowly and smoothly.
And it was repeated over and over again.
How many deep breaths did I take?
The amount of magic in my torso had grown to the point where it had nowhere else to go.
Now I bring it to my palms on the ground.
When it existed in the air, it was like an invisible, light gas like oxygen.
However, the magic that has been kneaded inside the body is transformed into the image of a sticky liquid.
However, since it is not actually a liquid, water does not drip from the hand.
However, such magical power seeps into the soil of the field through the palm of your hand.
The magic in your body, which you have kneaded up, you let it all spread to the soil in a way that it becomes familiar with it.
Calm down.
Don't lose your concentration here.
I tell myself.
I've done this before.
This is the response I've been getting to the magic.
But from this point on we've failed.
I guessed that the reason for my failure was that I had lost my concentration here before.
The life magic taught in the church seemed to be easy to perform when I cast a spell.
I had that impression in my mind, so I guess I made a mistake in casting the spells with appropriate words.
The magical power that I had worked so hard to develop and to make it fit into the land quickly fizzled out.
This time, we will not try to cast spells easily based on this reflection.
Just like when we are trying to create magic, it is important to have a clear image of what we are doing.
In a previous life, I helped my grandmother work in the fields in the countryside.
She was a kind of dual-income farmer who had other jobs, but she had fields and paddies of a reasonable size, and I remember that I used to look at fertilizers and such.
It is no exaggeration to say that the basis of a field is good soil.
Soft, fluffy, slightly warm to the touch, nourishing soil.
The field I'm in now is not a good soil by any means.
In fact, I am not sure if I can really call it a farmer's field at all.
I guess they are just moving out the big stones that disturb the soil and cultivating the soil to the minimum extent that vegetables can be planted.
Perhaps the agricultural technology is not as advanced as it is in the 21st century.
It is not surprising to think so.
There is no such thing as a machine in sight, even though there is a small magic of life in the area of effect.
While looking at such a field in front of me, I remember in my brain the field where my grandma used to grow vegetables, and I imagine the soil there.
The dark soil with versatile fertilizers that can be used for many vegetables that she used most often.
A field that has been well tilled, softened, cleared of all unnecessary weeds, and ridged for good drainage and sunlight.
I imagine the field in this state and direct my magical power to the soil.
I wonder how much time has passed.
I don't know exactly how long.
But it seems that I crouched on the field with my eyes closed for a long time, so long that I became completely thirsty.
All the magic in my body was consumed, and I couldn't think of anything else.
Only a few meters square of the field had changed its shape.
A space with three ridges of nourishing soil had been created, completely different from the rest of the ground.
Thus, I had succeeded in my first magic.