Reborn

The boy stares at the field of flowers on the far right-hand side. The tip of his wand starts to glow, and the petals begin to move slightly. He whispers, "Jubelade," and thousands of petals start to dance in the air. He waves his hand to the right, and the flowers follow, creating a mesmerizing display. He continues to manipulate the petals, conducting them like a skilled musician. The mixture of blue and violet petals fills the sky, and he orchestrates everything with precision. Then, he whips his hand toward a tree, and like a thousand bullets, the petals strike the tree, leaving minor cuts. The boy walks towards the tree and inspects the cuts. "Still not as deep as I would like them to be," he mutters.

 He then sits beneath the tree, and the shades of the branches imprint on his face, calming his breathing and relaxing him. Slowly, he releases his magic aura, which is significant (yes, larger than Friend's). His aura causes the winds around him to fluctuate rapidly, leafs rustling and branches swaying. He begins to close his aura again until it is almost absent, then releases it once more, repeating the process. 

As he sits, he reflects, "It's been five years, and I still can't believe I was reborn in the world of Friends. When I opened my eyes five years ago, I was so confused. I thought I had died, but somehow I got reborn. The first thing I saw was my mom holding me, though little did I know that she was my mother." "I've been reborn into a small noble family, and for the past five years, my parents have been so loving. I never experienced anything like that in my past life."

"At first, I didn't know anything about where I was or what life was like outside my castle, but my maid would read me bedtime stories about the great hero Himmel and his party who defeated the Demon King. She would particularly tell me stories about the Hero of the South. I feel truly blessed to have been reborn in this world, Friend. It's my favorite manga and anime, and I know everything about this world, so I got super excited," 

He reminisces. "I started to speak when I was only nine months old, and my mom and dad were so excited. They taught me how to read and write because my family are nobles, and we have a lot of books about magic. So, for my second birthday, they bought me a wand, and I started to learn magic," he continues. "The spells we had in our library are pretty useless. There were grimoires on how to make a pink dress blue or spells to stick two papers together. But because I already had so much knowledge about this world, I started to suppress my mana, and now I can pretty much completely hide my presence. I still have a long way to go, but I am happy with my progress so far." 

As the sun slowly starts to fade, the young boy stands up and starts walking back. As he enters the city again, he sees the busy nightlife happening. The stalls are opening up, and the smell of grilled meat fills the air. Countless people are walking around, and he walks past everyone until he arrives at a castle.

"Finally home," Conrad mutters as he enters the castle. Two guards bow, and he continues to walk. At the entrance, a woman who looks to be in her early forties stands, her arms crossed and a red dress adorned with jewels around her neck. She appears fairly upset. 

She yells, "CONRAD HESSIAN, HAVE YOU LOOKED AT THE TIME? WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" 

Conrad looks visibly scared as he answers, "Just looked around, MOM." 

Another figure emerges, a man in his forties dressed quite nobly. He locks eyes with Conrad, and they both appear frightened. The woman looks back at the man and says, "Honey, don't just stand there, say something." He looks clueless, and the woman sighs. "Well, come now, we have dinner ready." Conrad quickly hugs her and runs towards the dining room, while the two parents exchange looks, lock hands, and follow behind him.