Chapter 3: As Time Pass.

It has been three month since I realized—I have been reincarnated as a baby.

As unbelievable as it may sounds, it is indeed true.

I initially thought it was a dream, I assumed it was a happy illusion my brain has concoct just moment before my death to let me taste what I desired.

But, that was not true as it stands.

The dream has already proceed for too long for it to be dismissed as a fantasy, to add more on that, I don't consider living my life as a baby to be my desire.

As a two or three years old toddler? Perhaps.

But, as old as I am right now, it is necessary for me to drink breast milk around six times a day.

And I hated each and every seconds of it.

It is thick, sticky and it smells like ammonia.

On a more positive note, it reminds me of a certain girl who used to crouch in front of me, cleaning you know what.

She was a bullied girl, with a broken, abusive family.

Some of the nastier girls, after learning her circumstance beat her up and later on taken her naked photo, using it to blackmail her into selling her body.

It was an unbelievable event to me, she was a pitiful girl who had no one on her side.

If she actually had a records of renting her body to someone, she would not have amused me as much as she did.

It was by sheer coincidence that I came across her getting beat up and forced into submission by those said girls.

It was, in my opinion, extremely amusing to see their action, I study them, and try to understand their psychology, I had wondered if it would induced some sympathy from me.

Those girls, from a moral standpoint, their action were indeed despicable, but I waited for them to be even crueler, in a chance they may awaken my anger, hatred or similar emotions.

It turns out that was too optimistic on my part, all they did was amused me.

Of course I record all of their action, there is always a possibility I might need to use them, so I did in either video or audio whichever match the situation.

I waited for around half a year for them to do something more, but I imagine that was all they could manage, it was during that time the little rabbit finally conceed to their proposal.

She had made me questions whether or not an imbecile human being can improve intellectually, but she proves the negative I suppose.

She was sent to another prefecture, Kofu, maybe because they fear their action leaking to another, someone more capable and righteous.

But no such person appears for her, the day before that, she was told in the gym class that she has to at least have three customers.

It's still difficult to understand their motive, even then.

Do those people have a desire for money? I would hesitate to believe that, especially after I figured out their more than brown past earning money in a way that could not be normally admired.

Perhaps it was a form of coping, maybe deep down they regret whom they have become, and there must be a reason too, their regrets.

There must be a certain thing, or a chain of event that forces them to loathe themselves, something that makes them disgusted inside, maybe they are utterly humiliated.

Maybe they attempt to associate with the most attractive guy of their class.

I can see how if, such a romantic interest of they, refuses them, due to their past, and instead listing out the type of girl he preferred.

Perhaps the way he rejected must be gentle, maybe he was oblivious and innocent, maybe because he actively associated with them first, and they fall for him, but in the end rejected like a garbage, all the while he listed all the point they lacked to become his type.

I can see the possibility for them to have hatred for such a girl they were not.

In such a moment, a cute and beautiful girl, well liked and popular, but quiet and submissive appear in front of them.

She was the perfect target to project their self hatred.

Well, naturally they would not have done that. But somebody must have made them aware of the girl's situation.

Perhaps realising they could take advantage of her, they did. They tried to pull her down to the level of degeneration they choose to be, I can imagine it didn't started out as brutal.

Initially, their hatred must have started because of envy, the jealousy of seeing someone who they would have been, the regret of choosing what they did.

Perhaps it started of as gossiping, and evolved into verbal abuse. They might not have even realise when verbal turns into physical.

By the time they accepted what they did was terrible, they must have realized they had already gone too far, at that point the only thing they could do, what they believed they could at least, was continuing what they initiated.

Anyway, when she was finally set out, on her way to execute what was forced upon her, I followed.

Of course, not due to some superficial things such as justice, or because I think it was wrong, or I believed it was right to tend to her.

I do what I did because I'd hoped she acted differently, from a way I assumed things to play out, and of course she did not.

She cried and weep, Yes, but that was all. And nobody even pay her any attention all the way.

She was also at fault I suppose, she did not went to a trusted adult, well if she has any, neither did she involved the police.

Was she that fearful of her naked picture leaking I wonder?

It would travel the internet for around 2 years at most, and after that nobody will remember.

I truly can not understand how idiotic she appears.

It was in karuizawa Train station that I finally spoken to her, she was truly a pitiful girl, truly pitiful, with no hope of salvation.

I drag her onto the closest motel, to add to the already absurdious event, she did not resist at all, that night I took her virginity, well, I would say it was more of an assault.

I figured she won't say anything to anyone anyway, and because I could, I did what I did.

I was also, at that time, still curious if she could force me to pity her, I thought she might, even by accident, provoke my conscience, but she failed, nothing unexpected really.

She was an utter failure.

I initially planned to discard the memory of ever associating with her after that, but I don't know if it was her sobs, or if it was her stupidity, when she, with tears on her eyes decided to go, perhaps trying to search for another customer, I stopped her.

She was a pitiful girl, but she was also stupid. She forgot her money for God's sake.

Now that I recalled all of this, it is I, currently that is, who have that familliar smells wafting from my mouth.

The realisation truly renew my repulsion towards the breast milk.

It disgust me.

If I had not known how important a breast milk is for babies, I would have vomit every single times.

Going onto next, I have also come to realise this land is not the world I had known.

The first evidence to support this theory is that strange, cultist, or in this world it is common perhaps, in any case, I would, from now on call it magic.

As I was saying, it was the magic the woman who birthed me used, that strange green light.

And the second evidence is the strange vessel all accross my body.

It is also connected to my heart, but there is neither a response of blood flowing outward or flowing inward, they are at a stands still and move only when I commanded them to.

I had recently learned how to move and release those outside of my body by the way.

What I find interesting about this is that, when I released, they seems to be increasing inside my body.

And the speed at which they refill themselves is proportional to the amount my body contains.

For example, say it increased in the rate of 2%Hours-¹.

For better calculation, pretend that a circle is a Cube.

I'm joking.

Let's say there exists a person who has 10,000 of this substance, or let's just call it mana, and also a person with 100, the rate at which their Mana refill will be the same, in terms of the overall percentage.

But, if we used numerical value instead, the rate at which the person with larger Mana will refill his would be exponentially larger than someone who has it small, no pun intended.

But, like chemistry where there is always an exception, I also believed there is such an exception.

This is mainly due to my experience, when I initially started out, I had only around, let's say a mouthful.

That amount of mana has refill in about almost an hour in fact.

So, from this, I can assume there is an exception on the extremely small and extremely larger spectrum.

Of course this information is useless as it is just interesting to know.

And, as mentioned, I started out with only a mouthful of Mana, are you curious how big it is now?

I'm not quite sure myself, I initially feared moving my Mana around, because there is a chance it might ruin my body early on.

But then I recalled the mother who tried to heal me, as I assumed, while she thought I was on the verge of death, surely that must mean magic in this world can cure most of anything.

Coming to that conclusion, I decided it would be best to excercise this early on, and having a larger Mana.

Even then, there is some things I absolutely refuse, mainly having my sleep time cut, or not drinking enough milk, as they might force my brain and other hormones to be incomplete.

In my previous life, I was quite the handsome fellow, so I would prefer to be that way in this one too.

If I rely on my bloodline, that is, the mother and the father who birth me, they are quite attractive, so hopefully they are not siblings.

As I understand, this world is based on the middle ages, so it would make me extremely angry if my dread turns out to be correct.

Assuming they don't passed only their recessive genes, I would be quite average.

Oh Fortuna, you Capricious sprite!!!

Keeping all of that aside, I look at the maid who came to my room in the middle of the night.

I was looking her silently, and maybe sensing my gaze she turns and flinch, standing up straight as she does, perhaps fearing I may cry.

And she stood still like that for quite a long time, I mean, it is normal for a baby 3 month old to be sensitive of the noise you produced Lady.

Why are you so suprised?

I thought that would have been pretty obvious, but seems like it's not.

After quite a long moment, stiffly she broke the eye contact and just continued what she did previously.

She has brought quite a large amount of incense, a liquor that she poured onto a bowl, a flower I have never seen before, and lastly a scarf like thingy that she tied on her head.

After she finish her preperation, she rest, taking a breath, sighing softly and, She... Started dancing¿

I don't understand. With a handful of incense sticks on both of her hands, she walk around the room, dancing like what I assumed an indigenous tribe might.

And after she was satisfied, quitely packs her shits up, downs the liquor and left without speaking.

Was she retarded? That must be it, maybe because she was too pitiful, the master of this house has highered her to become an attendant.

That was the only way I could rationalize that shit.