3 Hello World
Allow me to say, being birthed, is probably the worst experience imaginable, let me correct myself, the worst experience, period.
Now, how am I able to think with a baby brain…. Meh, who knows. At least there is constant in this situation, I still can`t see jack all.
While I am processing what I believe will scar me for life, or be so buried in my subconscious, you`ll need to repeatedly mind rape me to get it out.
"Madam, he is not crying" I hear a female voice, that seems more scared than happy that I`m actually alive.
"Of course, he`s not crying, no baby of mine and him will cry," A cold voice says although I can hear a tinge of happiness from it.
Here in this moment is when I start losing my shit, first of all, oh god did I reincarnate into a shitty family, no please no, I`ve read enough shitty family novels to know where this would go, and second of all, woman.. wait mother, do you know the PTSD I will have after this, I may not cry right now but trust me if I remember this I will cry myself to sleep for the rest of my life.
"Give him to me" The voice I believe to be my mother's says to the, most certainty, wet nurse.
As the wet nurse passed me to my mother, with the delicacy of a museum curator, like I`m the most expensive piece of art, or most probably, she is shitting her pants if the small tremble I feel has to say anything.
Once my mother gets a hold of me I look towards her, to see if I recognize her, she is beautiful, young, at least early thirties or late twenties, short hair, almost a pixie cut, pronounced eyebrows that seem to give her a perpetual serious look, and quite an ample bosom.
Yeah, I am fucked,
I have no clue where I am.
I`m sleepy, I`ll worry about that in the future, let`s sleep.
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"He`s asleep madam" The wet nurse says.
"I know, he must be tired" She look at the baby with affection in her eyes and a glint of playfulness, a small smile in her face.
"And the father?"
The mother of the baby gives the wet nurse a thoughtful look. "He is not here, nor will he be here" While Looking at the baby. "He doesn't know about him "
"And the name ma`am?"
"Azuma, Azuma for thunder" The mother answers, with a sleepy look in her face and the baby in her arms.
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Oh, sleep how I have missed you; I wake up quite refreshed, with a felling I`m forgetting something. Ahhhh yes, what's my name?
Who cares I will eventually find out.
Where was I before falling asleep, oh right, trying to decipher where on earth I am.
While looking at my surroundings I see furniture, Japanese in nature and a little outdated but no crazy technology or anything out of the ordinary.
Now, let`s think, Japanese, so most probably anime or manga, a little outdated, so no Gundam or sci-fi, probably. Okay so what did I learn, that I am in an anime or manga before the 2010s, so fuck all, that is what I learned.
"You must be hungry Azuma" I hear the voice of my mother, plus that is one mystery solved.
I will thank myself that I chose to forget my past life or what is about to happen would probably go in the deep deep subconscious list.
Breast-feeding, a natural process that would probably embarrass me to death, but now, I couldn`t care less.
After a couple of months, I have reached a conclusion.
Baby life is probably the most boring period a human can have, ignoring the constant frustration that autonomy is a concept so far removed from reality that I might as well forget the word exists. To the fact I cannot do anything, and believe you me I've tried, standing straight seem to be the hardest thing in existence, my vocal cords seem to be headphones after you put them in your pocket, but great news I`ve found another winner to the subconscious list, lack of bowel control.
I get why some characters get the, oh god I would kill a puppy to have it, baby life autopilot. The monotony and boredom are mind numbing.
But not all in life is bad, I`ve had time to process my meeting with Alexia and drew some conclusions, she mentioned every media exists out there, including Au`s, so I need to drill into my mind that there may be differences in the worlds I travel, I just hope they are not too drastic.
Or that they are so close to the original they might as well be the original, I mean during the months I`ve been alive, I thought a lot about the concept of infinity.
I mean if every AU exists how come the characters don't meet one another, and my conclusion is infinity, literally the difference between one word and the other may be a word someone somewhere said, and that it, a different world.
In other words, I may be in an AU or pretty much the original story, so I concluded, nothing at all.
What I did conclude is the mission, reach the peak, and as I thought about it, it`s obviously not the literal peak, Alexia did mention there is no real omnipotence so one cannot reach "The peak", so it probably means something along the lines of reaching the peak in a pond, or as she called them, pockets.
Or it may be something like squad zero from Bleach, do or create something so monumental that the entities or creation itself "ascends you".
It may not seem like much but at least my goal seems attainable now.
On a second note, my mother is actually pretty chill, you just must ignore the resting bitch face she has and learn to read her micro-expressions. I swear to god, by the time I reach my teens, I will be like the main character of Lie To Me.
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Three years have passed since my last update.
I`m three almost four.
And I`m happy to announce autonomy is returning, vocal cords have untangled, and bowels are under control.
To the bad news, kanji is a bitch and I still don`t know where I am.
However my investigation has had some fruits, I seem to be around the sixties or seventies, although weirdly enough it seems WWII happened recently, and I don`t mean twenty years recently, I mean five to ten years recently. So that does not help me, but It does mean I am in a world that follows mine, at least in some way and most probably I`m in an AU, from what I remember, no manga or anime had a WWII that happened at a different time period.
And my mother has started training me in what I can only think is martial arts, nothing too drastic, just some flexibility exercises, disguised as games.
From what I have gathered it seems she is an expert in what, still in investigation, but definitely an expert.
And questions are just pilling up, I have no clue who my father is, never seen him, and I`ve never heard mother talk about him. There are a couple of options, he`s dead, he does not care, or he does not know I exist, great more research for me.
