《Magi's awkward grandson.》 Chapter 1: Awareness ....It''s cold...Where am I...? It''s so cold it hurts...... I remember....I had hanged myself...why am I here? The hospital? Hell? My memories are so blurry....ahh, it hurts so much... Just let me rest in peace already. Eh? Why aren''t my fingers responding? No...it''s not just my fingers, I can''t move any part of my body....My eyes seemed to be glued shut too. The pitter patter of the rain seemed to be getting softer, I hope it stops soon...the coldness is unbearable. "U..Uwaa." I tried to call out but my voice was unusually high-pitched, it''s as if....I''m a baby? "G-guu...." My tongue...It isn''t working as it should....whats going on? This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. "Ke ke!" Ah...my throat hurts.....I shouldn''t have spoken... A burst of emotion welled up at my throat and I started bawling pathetically, wallowing in self pity, I never did realize the presence closing on me. Only when I was picked up did I realize...someone came for me....I wonder who that person is...I can''t even open my eyes to look at you. "??? ???? ????" What is he saying? I can''t understand a single word. I''m tired...do what you want with me, I don''t care anymore.... ''At least it doesn''t hurt anymore.'' was my last thoughts as I lost my consciousness, the wet cloth I was in removed and changed into a dry one. chapter 2: Confusion Awaking next to a fireplace crackling with life on a soft blanket, I used the moment of tranquility to attempt to understand as to what was going on and to understand my surroundings with the help of my eyes which had been cleared from mud. I wasn''t cold anymore, the warm atmosphere of the wooden house made me feel safe and I cuddled against the blanket, greedily absorbing the warmth. Unfortunately, I was only able to have the time to think about the warmth as a old man had suddenly entered my field of vision. He sported a long white beard and a similar white hair which was tied up and waving slightly along with his movement towards me. Was this the old man that had helped me to escape from the unbearable coldness? I suppose I should thank him for doing so. "Taink?" What was going on with my tongue, it''s seems that I could not move it the way I wanted to. While I was confused, he had walked closer and I then realized his unusually large size. Unexpectedly, his big arms grabbed at my sides gently and he picked me up, only then did I get the chance to take a good look at myself. I was currently in the small blanket provided, my body tiny and bare. I''m.......a child? Confused thoughts ran through me and I turned to my memories, all of which was blur except one, the memory I had hanged myself in. Am I dreaming? Did I not die? As I was lost in my thoughts, the old man had already placed me onto a chair. His big hands were now holding a spoon with a clear liquid that seemed to be soup. "?????? ??? ???? ???" This....is for me? Looking up from the spoon that was nudging at my lips, I noticed the worried look on the old man, why was he so flustered? Ah, my hands.....its unusually emaciated isn''t it, despite my blurry memories, I knew that a baby''s arm are normally chubby, ringed with fat. Suddenly remembering the agony of dying, I hurriedly chomped down on the spoon, gratefully receiving the food whilst swallowing my pride along with it. Quickly, the whole bowl was finished. As drowsiness started to claim me again, I look up to the old man''s relieved expression and tried my best to convey my thanks. Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. "Gawooo." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After waking up yet again the next day, this time with more energy than yesterday, I spent more time on attempting to ascertain the situation. This definitely isn''t a dream, my half-baked deduction yesterday is wrong. So what is really going on? How did I wake up in a rainy place with the body of a infant? Like yesterday, the old man decided on picking me up as I was thinking, this time he headed to the fire place instead of the dining table, waving his right hand, a spark ignited on the wood in the fireplace. ...how? Advanced technology? No...its real fire, then could it be.......magic? Where....what? My death, my body, a language that I''ve never heard of. Suddenly everything clicked together and a word came into my mind. The word was ''Reincarnation.''. I looked around, causing my guess to be even more reliable. There wasn''t a single electric appliance in the house. Even though there was such cases in Earth, but with the earlier trick from the old man, the lack of appliances shown that where I was was not the futureundefined[/url], but another world. It couldn''t be.....right? How can such things happen? It wasn''t possible....but all the facts here was proof. Should I be happy? I don''t know. But my memories...........eh? Another part seemed to be clear now....? I was involved in a car accident and....it seems someone important died......leading to my suicide? I wonder who that person was...I''m sorry but I can''t remember you... But this kind of situation of being reborn into a world, a fantasy world with magic, I''m sure it''ll be fun. Once again, I was presented with a bowl of soup by the old man which I had gratefully finished and soon after, I had fell asleep peacefully as I awaited the next day of my life. ------------------------- I decided on writing a magi''s grandson ff. The chapters are rather similar now but it''ll branch out into a different story in the future now my little MC is too young to change the future. I''m sorry for my poor writing skills Chapter 3: 5 years in I''m sorry but I somehow lived to the age of five...at this point I restored most of my memories.... Currently I''m in the forest hunting for food, specifically the birds, the reason being that I like chicken meat and that they were the most similar to chicken meat. Using optic camouflage, I had lured them onto the ground by sprinkling some of the uncooked grains from home, now all I have to do is to aim properly at the ground where I wanted the earth spikes to rise from, while their necks strained to reach the grains. I suppose 3 was enough, since hallow birds have a nicer taste to their meat, I''ll aim for them, I''m sorry. Silently offering my apologies, I shot the aimed spikes at the necks of 3 plump hallow birds from below, effectively severing the head from the body. "Kueh?!?" As the other birds flew away speedily in fear after seeing the unexpected attack, I walked out to pick up the dead hallow birds that unfortunately lost their necks. "I''m sorry..." I softly mumbled as I manipulated the blood in the veins of the corpses into a hole I had dug earlier along with their heads, it wouldn''t be good if this open space I liked to hunt in was filled with big carnivores lured by the scent of blood tomorrow. Keeping the birds into a spatial I had made through magic, I dusted my knees of dirt and decided to head home. The old man that had brought me home was kind enough to adopt me and even granted me the name ''Yuuta Walford''. I''m sorry that I don''t live up to the brave character in my name... The old man who I call grandpa now is named ''Merlin Walford''. I don''t know the reason but it seems that grandpa has retired into this forest, but it wasn''t that he was lonely, many of his friends visit regularly , but until now I still haven''t gotten to speaking normally with them like I can with grandpa....I''m sorry for being useless..... It also seems to be that grandpa is a magician, since he was the one that taught me all sorts of magic. Unlike the fantasy novels on earth, magic was not activated through chanting, at least for me that is. The way I was taught to use magic was through imagination, to invoke a type of magic, all you need was to envision the process of the magic and also the effect. Because of such requirements, the methods of usage of the people in this world don''t have as much variety. I''m sorry, I don''t mean to boast or anything...... The process of invoking magic must be done with the knowledge of one''s own limits, if either the process or the effect wasn''t thought out well enough, then disasters can happen. So, without a good amount of magic control, bad things are bound to happen. If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. There was also magic power, which I suppose can also be called ''Mana''. Magic power is required in any attempts of using magic, if it is lacking, then the user will be unable to carry out any manipulation in magic and if the user was in a bad situation..... Which is why, one must have a good idea of their capabilities as to not harm themselves or die. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After a short journey, I finally reached the small, one story wooden house. It was really a small house, the dining room and kitchen merged into a single room. A small living room with a sofa and a fireplace. 2 bedrooms and a single study. "I''m home." "Ah, you''re back, Michel is visiting today." Walking in, I noticed that grandpa was sitting on the couch with a uncle that had green eyes and short blonde hair, his appearance was of knight, armor covering his muscular yet lean body. "W-well.....welcome." I softly greeted him, my eyes focusing on my feet. "Still as awkward as ever, eh?" This uncle was rather skilled and comes over regularly to either chat with grandpa or help me train with physical combat, such as basic body training, martial arts, archery, swordsmanship or other weapons. Though unlike magic, it required a larger amount of effort and was less interesting, but I don''t know how to refuse......so I tried my best in order not to disappoint Michel-san. To save me from answering Michel-san, grandpa kindly diverted the conversation. "So, what did you catch today?" "Umm....." retrieving the 3 birds, I held them out by the legs towards grandpa and Michel-san, my gaze still fixed to the floor. "Not bad, but did you use magic to kill them?'' "Yes, I don''t I can get close enough to kill without magic...." "That''s good, you should work harder in terms of physical combat." "Ah...y-yes." And unfortunately, I was dragged out for a round of practice with Michel again. --------------- Thank you for the kind comments, it''s still roughly the same as the original, but I''ll see if I want to continue to make this similar to the original, just that the reactions on things are the different but the events the smae, or change it entirely Chapter 4: Unfortunately It''s me again. I''m sorry. After being in this world for a total of 11 years, I came up with a theory with my past life knowledge. But because I''m stupid, I''m not so sure. I''m sorry. Mana is a type of energy, the capability to control the mana energy in the air makes a person a Magician. A Magician is capable to collect and control the mana energy in his or her surroundings and convert it to over types of energy, heat energy, light energy etc. To create a fire, the Magician will need to collect all the mana energy in his or her limited range, and then convert it into a fire. When a Magician is unable to control his thoughts on how the result of his mana energy will turn out, the mana will become unstable due to sudden stop in conversion. That''s my theory anyways...... Enough of that, I suppose I need to explain what I am currently doing. Currently, I am hunting, as always. But this time, my target is a bear cub who now is munching on the berries on a berry bush with its back facing me. I''m sorry but your young life ends here, but it''s you''re fault for being a animal lower than trash like me. Aiming the crossbow I had received from one of grandpa''s friend, I shot at the back of it''s head. To boost the bolt, preventing the chances of it not being able to penetrate the skull, I followed up by shooting a gust of wind at the bolt. Knowing that my shot would definitely not miss, my attention from the little cub turned to a few traps I had set up, anticipating whatever that may show up in those traps. However, the dying cries of the cub was never heard, instead, a enraged roar resounded in the forest. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. How could I have forgotten. A cub that size should have a mother nearby. Stupid. I''m so stupid. Only trash don''t have mothers. Stupid. Stupid! "Yuuta!" A unexpected voice which I knew so well appeared from behind me, the suddenness snapped me back into reality and I turned back to the origin of the voice and saw the old man that had raised me, the man who''s current face was filled with fear. Not knowing why that expression was on his face, I attempted to call out to ask, but before the words could leave my lips, I found myself being flung to the side, the pain excruciating. Unfortunately, my head was what that first came into contact with the ground, causing my eyesight to blur. The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. ''Yutta!" The old man called out as he attacked the bear with several fireballs, wanting to confirm my current condition. With my eyesight slightly improving I looked down to where the bear clawed at, 3 deep gashes on the side of my stomach. A unspeakable amount of twisted jealousy rose in me, not succumbing to neither my sleepiness or the pain of the wound, I turned to look at the currently terrified cub and manipulated the earth underneath it to rise, becoming spikes that impaled the cub, mangling it''s body into a red mess. Noticing the death of it''s child, the bear roared and charged through the fireballs and at grandpa, no longer concerning itself with avoiding it and swiped at grandpa, wanting to at least take one human with it along to the afterlife. Although I wanted to see if grandpa is able to survive this, I fell into unconsciousness. ---------------- "Hey, hey." He muttered as he pulled me closer to him with my hair, "Do you know why she died?" "W-w.....why?" I asked with a trembling voice. I knew the answer, I always did. But I had to ask, if not.....then I would be hit and if this goes on I will really die. I''ll die. I''ll really really die. And that is because.... "You''re trash." That''s right. I am trash. ____________ Opening my eyes, I was greeted with excited cheers as my grandpa pulled me into a hug. "Yutta! You''re finally awake!" I smile and shifted slightly, escaping his embrace and looked around in this foreign room. In the room was also Michel and a unknown woman in the uniform of a maid, not the really frilly kind used in the fantasies of my previous one but a normal one. Though I did turn away upon noticing their presence. "W-where are we?" I asked as I looked at grandpa who''s joy was still reflecting off from his face. "We are at the Capital, since I couldn''t find a capable enough healer to come to where we lived." He replied as he shrugged. "......What?" "We came to the capital to get a healer." he repeated as he waved his hand in front of me. . . . . "WHAT?!?!?!" I shouted, not so terrified at the people surrounding me anymore.