Another World?

I suddenly opened my eyes; there were several voices, but none were familiar. I carefully observed the place I was in: there was a flame at the side of the room on what seemed to be a torch. Then, I saw several people around me, exactly four people: a young man about 20 years old, a young woman also around 20, a girl dressed like a medieval healer, and an old man who seemed to be in his final moments.

—Who the hell are these people, and why are they dressed so weirdly? Can't they see I'm messed up?—I thought to myself, assuming it was some kind of joke.

...

"The room fell into complete silence."

Everyone looked at me as if I were possessed by the devil himself.

—??—

—He's not crying, "Am I hallucinating?"—said the white-haired girl.

—No, you're not hallucinating,—said the black-haired young man, as if he were about to throw holy water at me.

I kept a serious face; I didn't understand their language. As far as I knew, I could speak Japanese, English, and Spanish, but this language wasn't even close to the most complicated hieroglyphs from my world. Their accent and language were completely different from anything I had ever heard. I tried to decipher even a single word, but it was impossible.

—Well, who cares! Let's celebrate that our dear child was born safe and sound!—said the young woman.

Afterward, everyone began to smile widely and started celebrating.

—Can't they see I'm dying here? Are they idiots?—I thought, trying to get up.

Maybe I had recovered, but it didn't make sense. I had never seen these people in my life. Maybe they were distant relatives from Japan, from when I was very little... But honestly, I didn't care—

I froze when I looked at my hands: they were small, like a baby's. Then I looked at my whole body: tiny, at least from my perspective. I started looking around frantically, realizing something: everything was different. The structure of the house, the floor, the table, the kitchen—even when I looked outside, I didn't see anything familiar, just a colorful and lively landscape. Not a single electrical wire. Not even one.

I tried to stand up, but it was useless. I also tried to speak, but that was completely useless too. Then I wondered:

—Could it be... did I reincarnate? Did the famous phenomenon of reincarnation, once considered a myth, actually become real? Or am I just hallucinating after that accident?—I thought, stunned by what I was experiencing.

A year passed, and I learned many things about this place.

First of all, my name is now Darius Veyrath, and it seems like I'm in medieval times. There's no electricity, no bathrooms, or anything modern. I also learned to crawl; I wasn't far from learning to walk. I live in a small village called Ettno, and I also found out who the people living in my new home are.

Silvia is my mother; she helps take care of the village children.

Then there's my father, Leon, who protects the village from thieves coming from distant regions.

We also live with my grandfather, Lecno, who's in his final days. That's why he stays with us. Honestly, he treats me very well and is always looking after me, which makes me think he's a better person than the family I had in my previous life.

Lastly, we have a maid named Lenia, who's the quiet and serious type. She only talks when my parents force her to read me a story, but she never really does. Since I'm just a year old and can't talk, she doesn't seem to care much. Actually, she prefers to leave whenever she sees me—but anyway, that's not important right now.

I've started to learn a bit of the language and I'm beginning to understand it. I still can't read, but there aren't many books in the house anyway.

Another year passed, and I noticed something strange...

I was calmly inside the house when I looked outside and saw my father doing push-ups, sit-ups, and stretching—basically training. Then I saw something that left me speechless: out of nowhere, my father drew a sword and started making very fast and precise movements. I watched as he cut down a tree with a single slash.

I couldn't believe swords from medieval times could do something like that.

I was so shocked that I took a step back without noticing a step behind me, fell backward, and stayed in shock.

It wasn't just that I saw a sword—it was that I saw him slice through a tree with a single blow.

Hearing the noise, my mother and the maid rushed in to see what had happened. They saw my scraped hands and a slight injury on my head.

My mother screamed in panic, and my father ran in to see what was going on.

—Silvia, what happened?! Why did you scream like that?—my father asked, looking around as if there was a mountain-sized monster nearby.

—Our little Dari hit his head!—Silvia said, as if it were the end of the world.

Leon sighed and said:

—You know you don't have to worry about that, right? Lenia can heal him. It's normal for a two-year-old to fall.

Silvia picked me up and placed me on the table in the kitchen. Then, Lenia began to recite something I could barely understand:

—May the great protector of humanity shield us from any wound and harm! Healing!

—Haha, how strange. You can really tell this is another era. Do people actually speak like that in medieval times?—

I thought... until I saw a green light begin to shine, and my superficial wounds completely disappear.

—Is this...—