1 Rebirth

I have experienced this [Reincarnation] dozens of times and every time I experience it, it's always this kind of scene that I see.

"Ah ... this hole again." I said to myself. I can only speak in my heart and mind right now, because this woman has not yet taken me out of her stomach.

Every time I was reborn I was always reborn as a baby, and this hole with the light in the middle is the hole that every girl has.

"Wow, how cute ... Look at this, this is your son. You guys are blessed by a very cute boy ~." the nurse who helped with the delivery picked me up and showed me to my parents.

"Honey, he has beautiful eyes like mine even though he's a boy." said my mother, sweating with pain.

"Yes, thank you for working hard to give birth to our child." my father answered with eyes filled with tears of happiness.

Yep, that's what always happened every time I was born. A moment so touching that I yawned in my heart. I don't care who gave birth to me, I will protect it with all I can even if it will endanger my life. Because that's only natural, but I did it only as an expression of my gratitude for taking care of me and raising me. Love? Affection? I can't feel like that anymore because I have lost them dozens of times in my previous life, which made me used to it.

My mother is Maria Kravol (Claude) and my father is Chris Kravol, they named me Hans Kravol.

In retrospect, my mother is very beautiful and my father is also quite handsome. His arms are pretty big too, maybe he's a knight or something. As for myself, my good looks are still unclear because I was just born a few minutes ago.

'What should I do now? cry like a normal baby? ah ... that's a little embarrassing, but I'll do it. ' I thought about it because I was a little embarrassed to do such a thing.

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Time passes so quickly. The three years I spent as a baby, it was so embarrassing when my mother breastfed me. Amongst all, what annoys me the most is when my father looks at me with envious eyes whenever my mother is breastfeeding me. During the three years of being a baby, I spent my days trying to gather mana around my house, I lived in a forested area, where the surroundings were dense enough that I didn't have to try too hard to collect it.

I also always see the husband of the person who gave birth to me, or maybe I can call that dad practicing in the yard every day, my guess has been right that he's a knight. When I was exactly 3 years old, my father always invited me to play outside. I know his intention to train my physique little by little, maybe he will order me to become a knight in the future.

My mother is a magician, the magic which she usually uses is healing magic and I always see her healing magic when my father is injured after training and when injured after hunting down some monsters in the forest. In my previous life there were quite a few people who could use healing magic, they were always respected and always received special treatment no matter what country they were in.

"Hans, want to play with dad outside?" My father asked me while rubbing my head

"What are we playing for today, Dad?" I replied while looking at something that was in his right hand.

"Today let's play swordsmen, i've made a wooden sword for you" he gave me the sword that he just finished since yesterday.

Even though I know he asked me to play, but his true intention was to train me to use a sword from childhood.

And I've seen some of his movements while training, they're pretty good. Probably the equivalent of a royal knight in my previous life. But sometimes his movements are a little stiff. i dont know why. I could have defeated him now with the magic I have accumulated over the past three years, but it really doesn't make sense to them and they might immediately suspect me. All I can do right now is act like a child holding a sword for the first time. Honestly speaking, acting like this is more difficult for me than defeating a demon.

"Come here and try to attack me." he challenged me while brandishing your sword hers

"Alright dad! I'm coming," I shouted like a child like a child who was busy playing.

I also attacked carelessly without power, maybe if I did as much as I could the leg would break, but I didn't. And in the end my sword hit his leg accidentally, or maybe he did it on purpose to test my strength. He also bounced and put on a surprised face. Of course she wasn't the only one who was surprised, I was surprised too. Because I didn't use any strength when attacking him. I panicked and looked at my hands to make sure that I really didn't have any power or magic into them. What I'm most afraid of is if he suspects me.

"HAHAHAHA ... Got you~" that oldman laughed loudly when he saw my face that had a scared expression.

'Goddammit! it turns out he's just teasing me ... my fears are in vain. ' I can only curse in my heart when he teases me like this.

He got back up and took his wooden sword, and I was taught how to hold a sword and how to swing it properly.

I was assigned to swing the wooden sword several times a day to train my physique and to get my hands used to holding the sword. Although I still have memories of swordsmanship techniques from my previous lifetimes, my small body still isn't very used to it.

"Hans, try to swing that wooden sword 50 to 60 times every morning ... it will be useful for training your physical strength if you want to become a great knight like me. Swing it properly like this." he said before swinging the wooden sword in his hand.

"Alright ... like this?" I answered and then swung the small wooden sword I was holding by following his movements.

My Father counted every swing I made and was a little surprised that there weren't any mistakes in my swings. But he doesn't really think about it because maybe he will think that my talent comes from his chivalrous blood that flows through my body.

"Okay ... enough for today, you can rest" he stopped training and stood up from his seat.

"Dad, just go back first ... I still want to practice a few more swings" I said with eyes shining with a little excitement.

"I'll go in first then, and remember not to overdo it so that your hands don't hurt" he reminded me before entering the house.

"Don't worry ... I'll stop when I'm tired" I replied while continuing to swing my sword.

Even though my father only told me to swing the sword 50 to 60 times, but I intend to do it up to 1000 times without being caught him. My aim to swing that much is because I want to quickly get used to my current body. And the sword I used for my training was my father's wooden sword which I took secretly. The wooden sword he used to practice.

"Even though it's quite tiring ... I still have to do it so that my physical strength builds up early on," I said while swinging the sword that was the size of my body.

On the 900th swing my hand started to hurt like it was about to break, but I healed it with my healing magic to relieve the pain. My magic can only relieve the pain, but it cannot relieve my fatigue.

"999 ... 1000 ... Huah! It's finally over for today." I breathed a sigh of relief and threw my father's wooden sword on the ground.

I rushed inside to eat dinner prepared by my mother after cleaning my entire body full of sweat.

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That night, just when my father and mother were fell asleep. I, who was pretending to be sleeping, got up from my bed and do the Zen-like meditation. This has been my habit for the past three years, which is absorbing magic around and storing it in my body.

There is no limit to absorbing magic, because the magic in the body will solidify when all parts of the body are used to store magic power. The denser the magic in the body, the stronger the effect of the magic that is cast. I knew this method from my previous experiences in my life as a Sage.

I stopped absorbing magic just before the sun came up and returned to my bed to pretend to be asleep before my parents noticed. After a while, my mother woke me up and told me to wash my face before returning to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I got back up from the bed after mom came out of my room and then went to wash my face. After breakfast, I intend to go to the courtyard to return to practice swinging the sword. But she held my shoulder to stop my steps when I just arrived at the door of the house, then she offered something that was quite surprising to me.

"Hans, would you like to teach me some magic?" My mother asked me, clutching my shoulder which still feels a little sore from yesterday's practice.

"I feel a little magic in your body, maybe you will be gifted in the field of magic" She continued her words after she put off her hand from my shoulder.

'Dang it ... I thought I hid it well' I cursed in my heart then thought of my next reaction.

"Really? Is magic fun?" I asked while putting on the face of a child who doesn't know anything about magic.

"It's not that much fun, but you can do things with magic ... like this." She replied as she dragged me to the courtyard of the house before closing her eyes and starting to chant a spell then shooting a small fireball from her hand.

"Oh fire, give your strength and burn all that is in front of me. [Fireball]"

The fireball was aimed at a tree which was quite close to my mother's current position of the, the fire was split when it hit the trunk and immediately burned the tree trunk. She looked panicked and immediately returned to cast water magic to extinguish the fire that burned the tree before the flames spread to the surrounding trees. She breathed a sigh of relief after the fire was extinguished.

"THAT'S COOL!" I screamed like a child watching a circus show.

"R-right !?" She replied with her arrogant face, although before that her face looked like she wanted to cry.

I tried to imitate it by chanting the same spell as mom chanted just now. For me, it's a little embarrassing to cast a magic spell like that. However, Mom might be suspicious if I can cast magic without chanting.

"Oh fire, give your strength and burn everything in front of me. [Fireball]" I said by closing my eyes as if I was chanting.

I hold back my magic and drain it as small as possible so that the fireball that comes out of my hand is no bigger than hers. It's very difficult to control minuscule magic like this if I already have extremely dense magic in my body. I think it's easier to burn a city than to cast magic this small. The fire that came out of my hand led to the tree that my mother had previously burned with her fireball, but this time my magic didn't burn the tree because the tree trunk was still wet from my her water magic.

"Wow! You succeeded in the first try ... I thought you had magic ... good job, Hans!" she said, rubbing my head until hot.

Hers face looks very beautiful with that smile, she looks very proud of me because this child can pass down the magic that she learned in the past. After that, she taught me some basic magic like fireball and water magic earlier. And she was so excited about training me that she forgot that I had to practice swinging a sword this morning.