2 Chapter 2- How Strange
Till now, I had to make do with the stories mother would tell me while trying to make me fall asleep. I grumbled out noises of complaints when she stopped too soon. My father would sometimes sit me on his lap while idly talking to me about his old days, which gave me some hints as to what kind of world this was and what it was filled with.
Baki Leywin, former Pirate, had quite a lot of experience in this field. He was in several crews that went on expeditions to search for treasure He eventually settled down when he met my mother on the borders of this town. He proudly told me how my mother was head over heels for him at first sight when he visited the town's bar she worked at, but I suspect it was the opposite from how my mother slapped him across the back of the head and told him to stop telling Yale lies.
My name is Yale Leywin now, after getting a glimpse of myself in the metal sheet they use as a mirror in the washroom, I looked adorable. I got my mother's glowing auburn hair while my eyes are a bright azure color, inherited from my father. I don't know how my facial features are going to turn out as I mature but as long as I don't turn out fat, it'll be okay.
Weeks of attempting to crawl, I succeeded in crawling, managing to sneak into the family's library/study room while my mother was hanging the laundry out to dry. Mother rued the day I started to become mobile, sighing, "I swear, you're going to become as hard to manage as your father."
I closed the encyclopedia down and situated myself more comfortably on the ground, which meant I just laid back on my tummy because crawling and sitting upright is d.a.m.n tiring.
Pondering what I just read, this world seemed pretty underdeveloped. From what I can infer, there doesn't seem to be much technology.
Weapons were freely allowed and not really regulated unless you were visiting people of much authority. For G.o.d's sake, it continues to baffle me every time I see people carrying weapons while shopping for groceries.
Sure, in my previous world, Earth, there were soldiers and guards who carried concealed weapons, but they weren't for the purpose of killing but to deter crimes from happening.
But here, I witnessed a thief who stole a couple of items from the armory store the other day get chopped in half across the waist by a large, bald mercenary carrying a polearm. Seeing that, the citizens even went as far as to applaud that oversized monk!
After scanning through the encyclopedia, in a Spanish of 4 hours, I learned that I'm in a world that my previous world would call One Piece.
My emotions changed from excited, happy, saddened, scared, determined and finally a creepy smile started showing itself.
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-Couple of month later. Haku's POV-
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Yale has to be the most adorable baby, and I'm not saying this as a mother.
Him and his scruffy little patch of glowing auburn hair and playful eyes that almost radiate a blue light, while his gaze, at times, seem almost… intelligent.
No no, I told you, I'm not a doting mother. I plan to be a strict and just mother. I can't rely on my husband to teach little Yale any common sense. For G.o.d's sake, he tried to teach my baby how to fight when he can now barely crawl.
I know this little rascal will turn out just like his father if I leave him be. As soon as he started crawling, I was so proud I was on the verge of shedding tears, but I didn't know how much of a handful he'd be as soon as he became mobile.
I swear, there's not a single moment where I can take my eyes off of him before he crawls into the study room. How weird. We made sure to buy him lots of stuffed animals and wooden toys to play with but he always ends up going back to study room. THAT, at least was directly opposite of his father, seeing how Baki almost gravitates away from texts longer than the weekly newspaper.
Looking at how excited he gets when we go out to town, I've decided to go shopping for food once every other day instead of twice a week.
No no, I told you, I'm not a doting mother. This is for his education of the outside world and for fresh food in the house. Yeah haha…that's it.
My son seems to be interested in a lot of things. I can't get enough of his head that seems so disproportional to his little body turning left and right, trying to take in everything around him. He seems particularly intrigued by his father's practices.
Yale somehow wound up with both our redeeming traits, making him that much more adorable. You should see him when I have to change his diapers. I don't know why, but he starts turning red in his cheeks and he covers his face with his tiny little fingers.
Can babies his age even get embarrassed?
The next landmark that made it to my baby journal, which is purely for educational purposes by the way and not because I am a doting mother, was when he first said mama
HE SAID MAMA
I told him to say "Mama", again and again , just to make sure I didn't hear it wrong, baki sulked
for the day because Yale said "Mama" before "Dada"
Haha I won
the rest of the year went by pleasantly, with my son sticking to me, wherever I went and oftentimes looking out of the window to see his father practise. I'm glad that Baki stoped being both a Pirate and Pirate hunter. It may bring lots of money, but not know when or if my husband would come back isn't worth any amounts of money.
To our believe little Yale never got sick, but often times I would see him sitting on his butt, his eyes closed, At first I thought he was having trouble relieving himself, but after checking the first couple of times it didn't seem to be the case.
How strange
