Bright, shining, brilliant.
A colorful tapestry painted the unknown scape as Flynn opened his eyes, witnessing the legendary imprint of Wills through history like many others before him and those present.
Thrones, Swords, Axe, Crowns, Guns, each present in a form of illusionary light and of different colors, welcomed his eyes.
But seemingly only for a brief moment, before he could regain his ability to think and access his surrounding. Barely caught within the boundary of his sight, the transparent figures just like him were absorbed, turning into a stream of light pulled towards the glowing shapes.
Being no exception, there was a wobbly feeling of something thrusting into his chest, and then he was robbed of his conscious.
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Year 1584, Harima Province, Miyamoto
"Waaaah! Waaaah! Waaaah!"
On this day, a bustling vibrant cry, full of vitality and untainted innocence of a newborn, echoed through the Fujiwara Lineage, Shinmen Munisai Household.An accomplished Martial Artist and master of sword and jutte well known in Miyamoto Village.
Bringing smile of joy to those who heard it.
…
"Munisai-sama!" " Munisai-sama!" the hasty shout of a young man with an alopecia hair style, and a long sword stuck to his waist, it's hilt tightly gripped with fervour could be heard.
…
'This?…'
'Who… am I?'
Just then, hijacking Flynn from his train of thoughts as he struggled to make form of his new reality.
A piercing ray of light illuminated the darkness to highlight an unfamiliar face.
At first blurry and barely vivid. Beards, a bald head, then a distinguished face with sharp features. All these informations transferred by his sight flooded and then overcame his previous thoughts in a single moment. Unraveling his new reality as he heard a childish cry, so clear and close by that he felt like closing his ears.
'Ehn?'
Unmistakably, he felt no such.
The cry ceased and the familiar warmth of his palm no where to comfort.
Even more the cry became more high pitched. This time so close that he could particularly pin point where it came from.
'This..?'
"Congrats Munisai-sama"
At first barely comprehensible, a very distant language of the past yet understanding, Flynn heard for the first time as he entered a trance like state.
And then after a few moments…
'Oh yes, I'm from the future earth and I'm currently experiencing my Tribulation.'
His memories came flooding in…
Starting from when the mid built Instructor came to lead them out of the city,for the first time since they had been born, to how they had waited more than an hour on the barren plain outside of it. Then the legendary scape of different glowing Wills, albeit for a brief moment.
Flynn shuddered for a moment, wanting to close his eyes and adjust the bridge of his glasses to calm his nerves… Only to realize that he couldn't.
The passing ray of light and the composed face of the bald, beard man refused to vanish.
His glasses were no more, and he couldn't even feel his limbs to begin with.
'Hmm, so this is what it feels like to be transmigrated and experience tribulation.'
'The body of a new born child. Probably not more than 10 minutes ago, since that would be the maximum time to get a new born presentable.'
'This man should be my father.'
'Hmmm, telling by the hair style and the way his beards are kept, It seems I was sent into the Japanese history.'
'Quite funny. Despite the fact that I am not a decent...' Flynn questioned inquisitively.
But then, just as he was observing the man's face… the curiosity filled eyes he possessed, shot close. Probably having lost the strength to support it's nerves.
'Finally, a time to think'.
"Waaah!" "Waaah !..."
Unfortunately, before Flynn could be opportuned to gather his thoughts, a loud cry burst forth, resuming as it echoed as close it could. Lasting for a few minutes, before slowly receding.
'Wait, I'm I also…'
Silence…
The child fell asleep.
Whilst, on the other side.
"Munisai-Sama?"
A courteous voice spoke beside the grave father, upon noticing the stern look on his face as he held the child.
"Shisshin" the man referred to as Munisai-Sama said in a cold tone before handing over the child. While taking gait steps as he exited the broad room. Made up of neatly arranged floor mats, and its wall an intricate placement of translucent sheets glued to a lattice frame that gave off an abstract atmosphere to it.
Quiet, the lying woman with still exhausted breath glanced at the child wrapped in thin blanket in the hands of the elder woman bedside who then revealed an assuring smile upon noticing this.