Magic

Chapter 2: Magic

After the woman finished her humming, she eventually left, leaving just the two of us babies behind. As we sat there, I found myself locked in a staring contest with the baby who still had her thumb in her mouth. Sensing her intention to raise her left hand once again, I anticipated her move and swiftly blocked it with a slap of my own before she could even touch my face.

A smug expression appeared on my face, and I gave her a look as if to say, "Do you really think I'll fall for that trick again?" However, my moment of victory was short-lived. In a surprising turn of events, she unleashed a faster slap than before, catching me off guard. It happened so quickly that I couldn't block her right hand, and it landed almost effortlessly on my face.

Whack, whack!

Without wasting a moment, she continued with a second blow, this time using her left hand. The rapid succession of slaps left me momentarily stunned.

'This girl, did she intentionally use her left arm just to create this moment!?'

Before I could gather my thoughts, I saw another slap swiftly coming my way. It was at that moment that we engaged in a slapping battle, a showdown between a teenager trapped in a baby's body and an unusually strong baby. The intensity of the fight was overwhelming, as if it was a life-or-death situation.

It drained every ounce of energy from me just to keep up with the exchange of slaps. And it seemed like she was experiencing the same, as her complexion showed signs of strain and exhaustion.

'THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS BABY'

Slap after slap, we eventually reached our physical limits, the battle taking its toll on both of us. Exhausted, we simultaneously stopped and locked eyes, experiencing a momentary ceasefire in our intense slapping battle.

We eyed each other with caution, while taking a moment to catch our breath and stay alert for any unexpected surprises. I couldn't help but think, "Are babies in this world this abnormal?" Breaking the uncomfortable silence, I decided to channel my inner conversationalist and initiate a chat like the functioning society member I am.

"Schutop"

To my dismay, all that came out of my mouth was a string of gibberish, reminding me of the reality I found myself in. The other baby tilted her head, seemingly intrigued or entertained by my attempt at conversation.

Noticing that my words weren't getting through, I decided to switch gears. I pointed at her and extended my left hand, while placing my right hand beneath it. Then, with a swift chopping-like motion, I brought my left hand down onto my right palm.

The baby's eyes widened in astonishment, and her tiny hands began to clap with excitement.

Her actions surprised me. She seemed to understand the sign language gesture I had learned from the internet. It was a simple yet effective way to convey the message "stop."

Truly the internet is one of the greatest inventions of mankind. Those keyboard warriors can keep on typing, but I'll stick to my own baby sign language skills.

With the threat now eliminated, I cautiously scanned the room, my eyes sweeping across every corner. I meticulously observed my surroundings, searching for any subtle clues that might give me information in this new world.

Little did I know, the baby who had been standing behind me was gazing at my head with a wide smile on her face.

Bam!

Suddenly, I felt a searing pain, far more intense than the combined impact of the three previous slaps. It was as if my world momentarily spun out of control, and I saw stars dancing before my eyes.

Just before succumbing to unconsciousness, I caught sight of the mischievous girl with a smirk on her face, her hand poised in a chopping position.

***

I wake up, only to be greeted by a strong throbbing pain in my head. Recalling the last memory I couldn't help but thought 'That little brat, if I get my hands on her i'll--'

My thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the door swung open, and two individuals entered the room, carrying a tray of delicious food. My gaze fixated intently on their attire—they were dressed in maid outfits that were entirely unfamiliar to me.

The unique maid uniform design features a sophisticated blend of dark blue and black. The form-fitting midnight blue body, adorned with delicate black lace trim on the collar and cuffs, exudes elegance.

A knee-length skirt, a black waistband, and a pinstripe apron tied with a black ribbon add stylish details. Accompanied by black stockings with lace bands and low-heeled shoes, this ensemble strikes a perfect balance between traditional and modern elements, creating a visually striking and professional look.

The two maids appeared to be young, possibly around the age of 10 to 12 years old. Their petite stature and youthful features added to their adorable appearance.

One had silky blue hair that cascaded down her back, accentuating her petite figure. Her cute face was adorned with a gentle smile that instantly put me at ease.

The other maid had lustrous black hair, and though she stood at a similar height as the blue-haired maid, there was a certain intensity in her gaze that seemed to pierce through my very soul. Her face radiated a captivating beauty that was both alluring and enigmatic.

The little maids immediately went to work, approaching in my direction. It was then I noticed that the blasted baby was sleeping soundly in the same bed I was in.

I was about to slap the baby awake in frustration when suddenly one of the maids gently scooped me up into her arms. Her warm gaze melted away the pain I had been feeling, and her gentle smile made me feel slightly embarrassed.

'Why am I feeling embarrassed by this kid? Shit, I'm not a pedophile,' I dismiss the irrational embarrassment that had momentarily taken hold of me. It was important to remind myself that they were just children, and my reactions were simply a result of the unfamiliar situation I found myself in.

While being carried, I impulsively reached out and gently tugged on the maid's hair to see if it was dyed. To my surprise, it turned out to be her natural hair color. It was at that moment the realization hit me like a ton of bricks - I was indeed in a completely different world.

The little kid extended her finger towards my face, and something extraordinary unfolded before my eyes. I felt a gentle breeze, gracefully wafting from her fingertip. But the surprises did not end there. Suddenly, water emerged from her hand, cascading in a refreshing spray that showered my face.

My mind went blank for a moment as I tried to process what had just happened. A thought crossed my mind "Was that magic!?".