1 1 Birth

Darkness, pain, light, and some sort of singing. What´s going on? Again pain and some child is screaming. Oh god, tell his parents they should take care of it. It is annoying. Children are cute but their screaming is always heart aching and causes me to question their parents. And I don't want that. Parents have it hard enough... wait why am I crying? Because it hurts? Because I felt like I lost something nice and warm. An accident? Was I in an accident? I feel something giant touching and caressing me. Stop that! I´m not that fond of physical contact. Somebody is talking to me in a soft, comfortable voice. Which language is that? English! Do you speak that? Strange I haven´t left my country for at least fifteen years. Why? Where am I?

Then Darkness again.

I fainted, didn´t I? That's really embarrassing. I never once fainted in my life. Where is my pride as a man? Ugh... ok... That's that. So where am I? I can feel something soft under me. Feels like fur. Well, they wouldn´t let me sleep on something hard or cold. As I open my eyes I could see a wooden tent-like structure. The walls are made of mud or clay and the joist are made from wood. I have seen something similar on a particular Internet platform. How to build a medieval house... But the builder cheated and used modern equipment. Seriously! I wanted to find out how to build those without modern equipment, but I never did. All around the room are lying furs and a pot-like thing, baskets and an unfinished weave product hangs on a wooden bar. How realistic... So... how did I end up in an medieval festival? Well better head out and search for answers. But as I tried to stand up I could only flail my arms and legs a bit. So tiring! What in God's forsaken name? Well sorry God didn´t mean to... Whatever. I tried looking at my hands. Jup, small and delicate things are in front of my face. Hmm... so where are my arms? I tried moving my right arm and that small thing on my right moved. That is kinda fascinating. So who is playing a prank on me? Yes, I know delusional time ends now. Somehow I became small and fragile just like a baby. Great... is it that? I mean the reincarnation thing? Must be right? I mean... Let's put aside that reincarnation shouldn´t be possible. Even if it were possible and a god exists my god shouldn´t do such things right? One life one chance do it or be forsaken forever; more or less, right? Hey, god you there? No answer... as always. So does that mean I believed in a false god? That is quite embarrassing... But there could be other possibilities. Like god says: "You get only one chance to do it right." And then "Hear you sinner, since hell is an outdated concept I will just reincarnate you until you do it right!" Well, that would reduce the cost to warm up hell. Yeah, I know it doesn´t work that way. But do you want me to think about the concept of hell right after birth? I do not think so...

So no god´s message and assignment. That is good news. And since this is a reincarnation trope I get a cheat, right? So what is it? In games, I would prefer to play the healer or mage type. Since healers are often rare I could find groups rather easily. Wait a moment! Did I die? How? I did not make friends with truck-kun or stabber-senpai. Also no crossing the red light and meeting the rare car-sensei. What did I do to die? I remember going to sleep and then waking up in this thing. Wait! Could it be the copy trope? That would mean I am still alive and only my consciousness was copied? Then again why would somebody do that to me of all people? It is not like I was somebody special or...

[*'+#*'*#+'*#*'*#~]

What? A woman appeared before my eyes and began stroking my cheeks. Giant! How big can a woman be? I mean yes I am smaller now, but seriously she is huge. And I don´t mean in a Shion-sense huge, well she is well endowed but I meant her actual body size. She is at least a head larger than I was before and I wasn´t exactly small either. Well, it could really be because I am very small right now but somehow I feel that she is larger than she should be. And her arms are thick, her hands rough as if she was used to working all day. I can see that she is really strong since her shoulders are wider than the girls from before. Oh! Her hair is brown and reaches just until her shoulders. Yes! Just brown! Color differentiation? Yeah, not me.

[+#~+#+#~~]

She is still speaking in that strange language. Her voice is soft and absolutely beautiful. Somehow I feel really comfortable. That is my mother. I don´t like being touched, but this - her touch - is nice. She lifts me up and holds me in her arm.

[+#*'+ä+#+#+*?]

Hmm... yeap I still don´t understand a word she said. I somehow feel like she asked me a question. You know the final emphasis is a little bit higher or something like that. But God couldn´t you give me a language skill? I am terrible with languages, you know? I need a ... O my god! Why is she undressing? Woman! Have some modes... Oomph... Hmm... well, it always sounded more embarrassing in those stories about reincarnation. But it feels fine and I am really hungry. So I ended up indulging in that sweet taste and smell while she continued to babble about something.

It really isn´t embarrassing, okay? It is natural, okay? Okay!

Somehow... Her warmth, her voice, her presence... It just feels really nice. Something that was lost was found again.