Chapter 9: Birth of a Prodigy (III) 

"WAAAA!!!!, WAAAA!!!, WAAAA!!!" 

"WAAAA!!!!, WAAAA!!!, WAAAA!!!!".

Damn it!!!!

Why can't I stop crying!!!?

Why don't I have total control of my body!!!?

I feel the touches on my skin, I also feel my heart beating. This body is mine, I am sure of that.

So, the question is...

Why don't I have control over it!!!? 

"WAAAA!!!!, WAAAA!!!, WAAAA!!!!".

Could it be that my Qí Arts could help me?

'I must try' - I said to myself.

Something fluffy tucked my body and little by little the crying died down.

I stopped thinking and concentrated.

I tried to feel my Art of Qí, hoping I was right in my theory.

A few seconds later I had succeeded in feeling my Art of Qí and not only that, but I had taken full control of my body.

'I was right' - I said in my mind as a smile came across my face.

After getting control of my body, I opened my eyes.

The first thing I noticed was a large room. It was very decorated. It even looked like a king's room.

'Hey Jano. Don't tell me you reincarnated me as the heir of an important family' - I commented in my mind.

My gaze wandered to a woman was lying on a large bed. She was sweating profusely as her chest rose and fell continuously. I couldn't see her face, but I knew this woman was my mother.

There were many women in the room. One of them approached my mother who was breathing heavily as she passed a cloth over her face.

"Chieiiiiiiiiiiiiii...~!!!".

There was the sound of a door opening.

I was immediately startled by the noise.

I realized that my sense of hearing was very sensitive. The noise affected me so much that I momentarily lost control of my body.

"HUAA!!!, HUAA!!!, HUAA!!!".

'Damn it, not again!!!' - I cursed in my mind as I tried to regain control.

My vision suddenly took a turn, coming face to face with a man who was holding the doorknob with his hand.

'Who is this guy' - I said in my mind, as I slowly regained control.

The man stretched his arms out towards me.

'Hey, I was just born. Don't ask me to come to you. I can barely control this body. Give me a break, please'- I said in my mind as my eyes watched the man standing in the doorway. 

The midwife holding me started walking towards him.

'I see, it was her you were asking' - I said in my mind as I felt ashamed of my earlier thoughts. 

'Well, it's natural for me to think this way, since I'm a child' - I said in my mind trying to justify my thoughts as we approached him.

The man took me in his arms and began to inspect my body from head to toe.

'Hey, I just went through a traumatic moment, please don't embarrass me anymore' - I said in my mind as I watched the man touch my small sword.

I had my reasons. Being born in a conscious state was not a nice thing and less nice was that a man is playing with your little sword in front of your eyes.

The man suddenly started crying.

'Hey, what's wrong with you!' - I said in my mind.

My eyes widened in surprise as I saw him counter the situation. The man was crying, but there was a smile on his face as he looked into my eyes.

I felt a warmth in my chest.

How long had it been since I had felt this feeling? 

'I see' - I said in my mind remembering my previous parents.

It had been a long time since this feeling had awakened inside me. 

'I told you it would be a boy' - I heard a woman's voice.

I tried to turn my body to see who was the woman speaking, but I found it impossible.

"You were right. He is a boy and he inherited your beauty" - said the man holding me in his arms.

'So, this is my father' - I said in my mind.

The man in front of me was not a nobody. He was my Father.

I looked deeply at each of his features. He had gray hair and gray eyes. His beard was clean-shaven. His arms looked strong from my point of view and he was very handsome.

I felt proud of his beauty. He had been born from the lineage of an incredibly handsome man. 

'Hehehehe well. This is just the beginning'- I said in my mind as I tried to imagine how beautiful my mother would be.

My father had said that I had inherited her beauty. That is, that she was more beautiful than he was. I could only imagine how dazzling she would be.

My father started walking toward the woman.

When my father stopped. I felt thin, soft arms grab me. I turned to see the person holding me in his arms only to freeze.

'This is a joke, right?' - I thought in my mind as I clenched my fists in disbelief.

My current mother's face and my previous mother's face were overlapping. I couldn't believe it.

In my previous life my mother had been one of the most beautiful people of the human race and the person standing in front of me was identical to her.

I tried to suppress the emotions that were threatening to overflow inside me, but I was finding it impossible.

She smiled at me and that was the final trigger for my emotions.

Her smile was the same. I could not deny what my eyes were seeing. I felt my heart shrink. I had seen my mother die in front of my eyes. I had seen the state in which she died.

Scenes of my mother's death began to flash through my head. I felt something begin to form inside my chest. A surge of power invaded my body. I felt powerful, but I could not think of this power. The woman in front of me was all that mattered to me at this moment.

A rage began to invade me as I continued to watch the scenes of her death.

THUNDEROOOOOOO!!! THUNDEROOOOO!!! THUNDEROOOOO!!!!

'How is this possible!!!'

I could see my mother's bloodied body as the light in her eyes began to fade. 

"It's going to be all right. No one will touch our baby" - I heard my father's voice speak, but I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. My gaze was fixed on the woman in front of me.

"I'll be right back" - He spoke again, but I felt like all these voices were in the background. My full concentration was on my mother's death and the woman before my eyes. 

'How is that possible!!!'

THUNDEROOOOOOO!!! THUNDEROOOOO!!! THUNDEROOOOO!!!!!

THUNDEROOOOOOO!!! THUNDEROOOOO!!! THUNDEROOOOOOO!!!!

Many emotions overflowed in my chest, there was anger, sadness, hatred, revenge and regret. I could not control the emotions that had welled up. Like a fire they threatened to destroy everything in their path.

'I WILL KILL THEM!!! I SWEAR I WILL KILL THEM!!! I WILL MAKE THEM REGRET BEING BORN!!!' - I screamed in my mind in rage as I lost control of my emotions.

"WAAAA!!!!, WAAAA!!!, WAAAA!!!" 

I lost control of my body once again, but I didn't care. My eyes never left the woman before me.

Multiple lightning bolts began to crackle around us, but I was unaware of what was happening. 

My mother hugged me tightly as my rage boiled over. The lightning intensified more and more until my mother became concerned.

"JEFFERSON!!! COME QUICKOOO!!!" - I heard my mother's scream and my senses came to. 

When my senses stabilized, I noticed what was happening. Lightning crackled loudly all around us. I watched the power envelop my body. I quickly concentrated on taking control of my body and making that power mine before it got even more out of control. 

I concentrated on my art of Qi and finally regained control of my body. I managed to feel the power I had awakened. This was a Mana Art and its element was lightning.

I heard the sound of footsteps approaching the room.

When the door opened, I turned to see who was entering, only to see my father on his knees with his mouth wide open. 

Lightning continued to crackle around us, forming a barrier of sorts.

My father walked towards us making me worry for his safety.

'Damn it I still don't have a core to fully control my Mana Art, I will only be able to influence it for a short period of time' - I cursed in my mind as I saw my father getting closer and closer.

I didn't have time to think of any more solutions. I didn't know if I would succeed in influencing my Art, so I could only hope that luck would be with me. 

I strengthened my resolve and began to influence my Mana Art. A gap began to appear in the barrier as my concentration grew sharper and sharper.

When the opening stabilized, I sighed in relief. I felt an intense charge in my body. My strength was rapidly depleting.

"This day a prodigy has been born" - my father said as my eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

"You are right. Our son is a prodigy" - said my mother.

  Exhaustion finally overcame me and I lost consciousness.