It''s been 4 months since I have been reincarnated and nothing has really happened since I found out about the ''Soul mes'' and could finally see them. I made the name on the spot and no one is going to know about it since I''m pretty sure I''m the only one who can see them.


    These ''Soul mes'' are a lot more convenient than they look. At first, I believed that these soul mes simply told me how much energy a person had left, or in better words, their spiritual state. My theory is that everything and anything a person does will affect their spiritual state, therefore, changing the size and brightness of the soul me to replicate their current state.


    This theory would mean even emotions, physical state, mental state and even the magic they use can affect their soul me in both positive and negative ways.


    Over thest 2 months, I solely practiced seeing the me which caused me to have searing headaches simr to the ones that I would get after trying to resonate and manipte the elemental particles around me.


    Through shedding blood, sweat and tears (sweat being the only literal one), I was able to finally evolve my ability to see soul mes. While before, the mes would be blurry and hard to see, now they were slightly clearer than usual. This allowed me to finally see the mes like the first time I saw my mothers, well... kind of.


    The first time I saw my mothers soul me it was as clear as day and I could feel an aura seeping from it, yet when I lost focus, the next time I saw my mothers me it was blurry/ foggy to the point the only thing I could see was howrge and how bright the me was. Even then, I would not be able to tell the difference between mes of a simr size since they all looked like each other.


    After my ''small'' evolution, I was able to see the soul me a lot more clearly than before. This small change allowed me to check on my previous theories. Even though the theory had not beenpletely proven right, I had found out that I was right about one thing, and it is that emotions manipte the way the soul me will burn.


    When my mother was shouting at my father for a reason unknown to me since I cannot understand them, her soul would start to violently burst outwards and shrink back to its original form just to burst outwards again. When she is taking care of me, however, her me would be burning with a warm gentle heat that I could almost feel.


    The only thing I know so far is that the indication of worry is a violent panicked flicker, anger is an outburst of mes on all sides, and calm happiness is a warm gentle burning me.


    Finally, after a few months of constant pestering by everyone in the family, I had learnt everyone''s names.


    My mother''s name was Ava. She has bright cyan eyes with elegant curves and silky smooth hairing down to her hips. She had a smile that would destroy a whole castle in a matter of seconds, while her skin radiated a holy aura whenever she wasn''t bickering with her husband. She was about 5ft 7, she was quite petite, yet you could tell all the nutrients were going to the right ces.


    From what I could pick up and observe, my father''s name is Deros. He is quite a lean muscr tall man, 6ft 1, with bright green and blue eyes which resembled an Arora you would see in d''s night skies. His scruffy yet soft dirty blond hair was no longer than an inch or two while the sides of his hair were shaved leaving just the top. He has a sharp jawline and a handsome face yet he had slight bags under his eyes and a few almost unnoticeable wrinkles on his forehead.


    My sister''s name is the first one I learnt, and it is Aroura. She is a short petite girl no more than 5ft 4 and has golden strands of braided hair going over her shoulder going down to her chest area. Just like her father''s eyes and her name states, she has a mix between blue and green which bes progressively more blue as you go towards the iris, with a few lines of green mixed within to finally create a turquoise color near the middle before reaching the iris. Her face is almost always joyful warming anyone''s day with just her smile. Her Lucius curves screamed maturity and elegance yet in contrast to her posture and figure, her face was full of naivety and childishness.


    Zack is one of my brothers. He''s just a smug asshole with the same Dirty blonde hair as his father and the ocean blue eyes of his grandmother. He''s quite short but that''s expected since he was a child. He looked like he was 8 or something.


    Zarkon is the twin of Zackro, yet theplete opposite of his brother because he is both small in posture and personality. He is very introverted but speaks wholeheartedly in front of his family and especially his brother. He''s not good with new people. However, he is kind of annoying, I don''t know why anymore, I just don''t like him.


    Finally, we have my grandmother, X. She looked to be in her early 40s with a few wrinkles on her hand and face. Her eyes were ocean blue and her hair shined with a holy golden color radiating from it. Her hair was back in a ponytail most of the time which would be long enough to reach her waist.


    After I had finally put some effort into learning thenguage, I had also learnt my siblings and parents name. I didn''t need to know my mother and fathers names since calling them "mama" or "dada" would both exhrate them and allow me to call them, yet it wouldn''t hurt to know their names.


    My sister would always be ecstatic after another of my failed attempts to say her name. I was 4 months old and I didn''t have good control over my tongue and nor did I have enough teeth to say her name properly. I decided to say "anoona" instead since I''m not losing anything saying her name incorrectly and in the end, it does its job.


    Since it had been a full 4 months since I was born I decided it was a good idea to move forward at a little faster pace than I usually did. I will now practice all day to look at peoples soul mes while using the end of the day to improve my resonation with the elements and the night to manipte them.


    All of this will eventuallye in handy even if I don''t seed till I''m three years old. It''s still worth a try since I don''t have anything else to do, especially on weekdays.


    Eventually, within a few months and just when spring entered and the snow melted, did I make a breakthrough, and this time in all three of my practices.