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'That bastard didn't let me finish, I don't even know where I was born,' I thought as I looked around, trying to understand where I was.
Meanwhile, a woman who appeared to be around 20 years old was watching me with a peaceful expression, as if she felt relieved.
"He was born healthy, and as I can see, he's a boy," said an older woman to the new mother.
'What did that woman say? It sounded something like " ܟ ܣ ܟ ܕ ܛ ܟ ܣ ܥ ܕ ܟ ܣ ܡ ܟ ܚ ܠ ܚ ܡ ܣ ܚ ܠ ܟ ܓ ܡ ܕ ܡ ܚ ܚ ܟ ܠ ܚ".' It was at that moment I realized I didn't understand the language, but from the expression of who seemed to be my mother, it appeared to be something positive.
"He's so beautiful and has his father's eyes," said the woman with a tired but love-filled voice after giving birth.
'I still don't understand a single word, woman,' I thought. From the context, I deduced she was talking about someone else since even the midwife seemed affected.
"Well, let's leave that topic for now and rest. I'll be downstairs if you need me," the midwife added before leaving the room.
After that, my mother fell asleep within a few minutes; she seemed exhausted from giving birth, not just physically but also mentally. In this world, I don't think there is a high birth rate, and although magic can heal, I doubt the midwife has those magical skills since she didn't appear particularly tired.
The room was simple, with only a bed and a nightstand. Everything indicated we were in a cabin, though I didn't feel cold. Before long, I started wobbling, and my eyes began to close.
'Of course, I'm a newborn, I don't have much stamina to stay awake.'
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If my calculations are correct, four months have passed since I was born. From the few words I have managed to understand, we are near where the Boreas family lives. Although I am not in Rudeus' village, I must be close.
A doubt has arisen about my eyes. As far as I know, having one of the 12 Demon Eyes should make them a different color. However, both eyes have a dark red tone at the top that fades into a pink shade at the bottom.
'Could it be a gift from that strange ball of light? I don't know, but it seems useful to avoid explaining why a child can use one of the Demon Eyes without needing an eye patch... although I think I would look cool with one in the future,' I thought while my mother was breastfeeding me.
'Now that I think about it, from my perspective, it was strange that a 20-year-old woman was nursing a 22-year-old man, but I had already promised myself that nothing would hinder my survival. Perhaps that helped me adapt to this situation.'
After breastfeeding me, my mother began cleaning. She was a very hardworking woman. Over these months, I realized she was a single mother; my father had disappeared, leaving a pregnant woman behind in a village. I thought my father might be Paul, but from what I understood, I have my father's eyes. That made me glad; I did not want to be the biological son of that bastard, although his skill with the sword was worthy of respect. As a person, he was the worst I had known in this world where I reincarnated.
These months served me to reflect on my future plans. Although I didn't remember much of the original plot, I knew Rudeus would leave for a job Paul arranged for him as a tutor for a bad-tempered girl named Eris Boreas Greyrat. That's why I needed to be near Rudeus, as we were close to the Boreas family.
My future goals were first to learn to walk, giving me freedom of movement, to gather information, and to learn the language. Unlocking my mana was also a priority; although I wasn't enthusiastic about fighting at a distance, it would be necessary. Training with a sword was also urgent, though that would come later, possibly at the age of three. I thought it would be a good idea to approach Rudeus through Paul; setting aside his personality, he could teach me. My original plan was to learn two sword styles: the [Sword God Style] and the [Water God Style]. However, remembering the style my father created, which combined elements of both, I decided that would be my path.
My father's style was fast and relentless, with quick and precise strikes that hindered the enemy's advance. It required alternating attack speed to surprise opponents and combining that aggression with the ability to redirect enemy strikes for quick counterattacks, akin to the [Water God Style]. It was a mix that demanded becoming a beast in terms of speed and strength while also possessing the finesse to guide an opponent's blade.
Recalling this, I decided to focus on perfecting this personal style, though I would continue learning both schools from Paul. Although he wasn't the best teacher, I could learn enough to combine his teachings with my own training.
Just as I was reflecting on this, my senses heightened, and I began to see double. I could perceive an aura around my mother, though it wasn't very intense. Everything went black; the last thing I saw was my mother running toward me as I closed my eyes.
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Sorry it's so short.
I promise another chapter in about 2 hours 😥
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