3. Infancy period

A week passed by since I got born / reborn. In this week...I admit I was a bit depressed, it's not like I have lost all my progress but that doesn't matter anymore.

   Eventually I come to terms with the fact that I reincarnated again. No, I didn't have a choice but come in terms with that fact.

   I mean who gets reincarned with ther full memories. No, not they're full, my past memories are somehow blury. I still remember how to count and other trivial things but when I try to remember anything else a huge headache takes me, meaning that my young brain can fully comprehend that much information, so I will take it slow.

  All of this made me come to the conclusion that the ' soul ' was a recording of everything you experienced.

  Anyway information about my current situation.

   Thankfully, since I was a baby I wasn't expected to do much other the eat, sleep,poop and repeat. I couldn't even enjoy the pleasure of pooping because of this small body.

  ...Although I have to admit It was awkward to be breastfed though

  Though the fact the women was definitely my new mom it helped me get through wierd.

   Speaking of life, I realized a few things since I was born.

First my parents were young. Younger then I had been when I died, at lest. They seam to be in they early twenties from their looks.

     Whatever the case, I was the second child of the couple.

   It seams that i wasn't the only one born that day. I had a ' older brother ' , he was the first to come out, we are actually twins .

  Second, it looked like I was reincarnated in the past . The clothes that my parents and the maid wear look more rustic or coming from a cosplay, nothing like the modern clothes. Also the house... what little I could see from being carried around, looked to be a rustic wooden house.

   Third...everyone seams to speak in a different language. It was a mix of English, Latin and Japanese. Or maybe they are just talking one of them and my baby brain can't process the words yet .

   Probably that.

Forth.... and the most important of all...I was bored. Sure I spend half of the day cultivating and healing my soul but from my estimates it will take me years to fully recover.

  Plus my older brother doesn't seem very funny.  Since we are twin's we sleep in the same bed but I think it was because they didn't expected 2 children. Anyway my brother doesn't seem like a child at all, he doesn't cry, he only does that when he is hungry or needs to be changed. In rest he sleeps and offers a show off " finger grap " and giggles for his parents. Truly a wierd guy , but I'm not far from him since I'm doing the same things as him. But one day I saw him making a weird face when he was about to be breastfed, I'm starting to suspect this guy.

   Talking about suspecting, the maid even though she doesn't do it in front of our parents, she give us weird looks,maybe because we don't act like baby's. It's mostly that guy since his staring at her boobs but me too, I think that because I don't have any facial expressions. Sometimes she comes at night and start saying some giblish while praying. What a wierd woman.

A month passed. And with it , a month of the usual life of a baby.

   My body wasn't  cooperating with me. While I could flail my limbs around I didn't had any coordination or ability to move on  my own. Because of that I spend most of my time laying on my back in a crib or carried around by my mom or the maid.

  I did have some control of my mouth though. A little atlest, I could make random sounds,gurgling and bubbles. You can't do much without any teeth but I was bored and I was pleased with that.

  The cultivation energy that I sending through my body was starting to bear fruit. I started to remember more things which means that my brain was developing good.But I still couldn't understand what my parents were saying.

   On the bright side since I become fully concious as a baby I was fully aware of the changes that was happening in my body. Like I could feel my limbs stretching and I could fell the how the blood flowed trough my veins as my little heart pump it trought my body.

     It was the only thing interesting besides the other guy who started gropping  the women's boobs as " a accident " . Making me sure that the kid wasn't normal.

    Anyway I finally founded out our names.

His name it's Rudeus,  and my mane it's Yami , which make me feel quite good since it's a cool name.