Is what I did right? Was it really the only way to escape the boredom of this world? Is this the real fun?

I was drinking a can while walking through the streets of the city, it was late at night and the street seemed deserted. As soon as I finished drinking, I crumpled up the can and threw it to the side of the road, I stopped for a moment to look at the sky, I scanned it for stars, but the only thing I could see was the blinding light of the street lamps.

I continued my walk, while the wind moved my long brown hair, at one point I noticed an alley suitable for spending the night. I lay down next to a trash can, the nauseating stench seeping into my nostrils as I curled up to keep warm.

I closed my eyes trying to fall asleep, minutes passed but I was still perfectly awake, I reopened them and started staring at the wall to my right, my attention fell on the different graffiti on it, it was a mosaic of images and writings, all in colors several, I spent some time staring at them, then closed my eyes again.

I couldn't think of anything but my parents' face, barely 3 hours had passed and the image of their terrified expression had remained perfectly impressed on me, I still remember the sensation of the blade penetrating the flesh and the pleasant smell of blood .

The sound of some footsteps brought me back to reality, it seemed that someone was heading towards me, I grabbed the knife I kept stuck between my belt and jeans ready to defend myself.

Out of the shadows stepped an elderly man, apparently in his seventies, elegantly dressed in a black shirt and jacket that contrasted with his short, time-bleached hair.

He sat on the other side of the bin, there was an air of tension, I remained alert, but after several minutes I began to think that he was just a drunk and put the knife back.

"This silence is unnerving Geve" whispered the old man on the other side "how about we chat a bit?"

A shiver ran down my spine hearing my name being pronounced, I had never seen the old man in my life, who is he?, how does he know me?, several questions went through my head, I was very confused, I didn't know how to handle the situation, then I did the first thing that occurred to me: I stood up and drew my knife.

"Who are you?" I asked in a shaky voice, I looked at him to see if he had any weapons, but apparently he didn't.

"I'm not here to arrest you"

"So what do you want from me?" I continued hoping in vain for an answer.

"I know what you did, but don't worry, I won't take you to the police," the old man stood up and stared into my eyes "I read the letter you left on the table before you ran away, I'm here to help you "

the old man held out his hand, but I was still doubtful "explain yourself better" I begged, but the old man kept staring at me with that piercing gaze that seemed to leave no choice. I glimpsed my terrified face through the reflection in his eyes, when I heard the sound of a gunshot.

I saw blood splattering everywhere, dirtying the old man's black jacket, but he remained impassive, kept staring at me holding out his hand. I felt a very strong excruciating pain in my chest, I put my hand on it and when I looked at her it was all covered in blood, even if I didn't want to believe it, by now I understood the situation. I looked at the hole in the left side of my chest before falling to the floor and blacking out.

I found myself in complete darkness, there was nothing but darkness around me.

I'm dead? Is this death? I was completely calm, I had no fear and was not feared, I had achieved the perfect form of man, death, or at least I thought so.

A powerful light dominated the darkness, dazzled and surprised I began to hear voices, a little confused, until they became completely clear.

"He looks good" said a male voice "I can't wait to see him fight!"

"Look at him, he's beautiful" exclaimed a woman in a voice full of emotion

Who's talking? Where am I? I'm alive?

My eyes slowly adjusted to the light, until I made out the silhouette of a woman. She was a black-haired girl with enchanting sapphire eyes that sparkled full of love as our gazes met.

Where am I? It doesn't look like a hospital, indeed it looks like a medieval house, what happened to me?

A man the size of a wardrobe approached us "Let me hold him for a bit too" he said

"I'm the mother let me hold him a little longer," the woman asked

Mother!? I looked down observing my body, I was wrapped in a brown cloth, but it was clear, I was no longer a sixteen year old but I was a newborn again.

Did I just reincarnate? So this beautiful woman with large breasts is supposed to be my mother?it's...it's...fantastic! It's really happening! I can't believe it, it's like a dream, a dream come true.

But now... what should I do? Should I pretend to be a child? I can try.

I started to squirm but I couldn't control it my body well, then I started screaming simulating crying.

"Roseth, are you okay?" the worried woman asked

"Don't worry Yara, it's already a miracle that Roseth hasn't cried so far" the man intervened "it's normal for newborns to behave this way"

So my name is Roseth huh? It's acceptable even if it doesn't drive me crazy, however this world seems much less developed than mine, it could be fun to fight with a sword or something.

My new mother seemed overwhelmed with emotion, she couldn't tear herself away from me for a moment as she continued to cuddle me, my father instead remained composed trying to hold back, but it was obvious that he too was overwhelmed by excitement. He was a young man with green eyes, while his somewhat messy hair was a light brown, tending to yellow, he was about six feet tall and his body was muscular and covered with scars, but he still exuded a gentle air and affectionate. My father pushed away my short black hair, and slowly approaching kissed my forehead, I could feel all his affection for him, but above all his short beard that gave an annoying itch.

"Show me that too," said a voice that sounded like a child's

"Come into my arms" my new father offered him, while he reached down to grab him

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He raised a little boy who looked a lot like him, probably my brother.

"He's super cute" the little boy exclaimed as he and my mother started caressing my face.

Thus began my second life in this retrograde world. Initially I had many problems because living in the body of a newborn has many disadvantages, not only do I struggle to coordinate my body but I'm constantly tired and I can't even expel feces and urine on command.

But mother's milk is very good and obviously I had no ulterior motives while drinking, I'm serious, I don't know if it was because of the baby's body but I was attracted to the breast just for the milk.

Eventually I also discovered my father's name, which was Jackal Evertin, and that of my brother, Marsal Evertin, who was just 3 years old. Both were very lively and often played together, while I had to limit myself to observe.

My mother always stayed at home, rarely going out, while my father left every afternoon to go to work, he was a soldier with the task of defending the small country town where we were. At home he often talked about fighting against brigands or something like that, and it was thanks to these stories from him that I discovered the most fascinating side of this world, namely the existence of magic.

My father told of fireballs, spears of lightning, wind blades and other fantastic spells with which his party felled enemies.

I was very curious about magic, in fact I had never seen it with my own eyes, and above all I didn't know how it worked, I crawled around the house looking for a book or something similar that would explain something about magic, but it was all in vain, I found nothing.

At the age of one year I first saw magic with my own eyes, but wasn't Jackal the one who showed it to me, but my brother who unlocked an "elemental affinity", or so my father called it, in a nutshell he had learned to use the mana of a certain element, i.e. water. Jackal did nothing but call him "genius", he repeated over and over again "my son unlocked an affinity when he was only 4" and "my son will become a very strong magician".

One evening Marsal showed me his magic, he materialized a sphere of crystalline water in his palm, I was enchanted, it was something that until now I had only seen in TV series, but now it was real, before my eyes, magic was something splendid.

I tried to ask my parents to teach me something about how it worked, but they rightly laughed thinking I was just a curious child, my father just showed me some of his magic, unleashed intense storms and threw sharp blades of wind, with which he cut off the branch of a tree cleanly.

So I just had to ask my brother Marsal, the problem is that ... I'm ashamed. I mean, he's only 4, do I really have to ask a kid for lessons? My reputation depends on it, though... I have no choice, in the end, learning something about magic comes at a big price.

Convinced of my choice, I waited for Marsal to be isolated from my parents, then I approached walking towards him, staggering due to the lack of familiarity with this body. He was sitting in the armchair, reading one of the many mythology books that our mother had, while he hummed a strange tune.

Apparently everything seemed normal, but I felt that there was something, something that escaped me, so I continued to stare at him, not understanding what was strange. I had a feeling I had the answer stands right in front of me, yet I didn't understand.

The melody Marsal hummed changed, my attention shifted to it, it was at that moment that I realized that the melody was that of Vivaldi's spring.

how does he know it? Is it possible that there is some sort of connection between my world and this one? Or...

"Marsal!" I caught my brother's attention

"Do you need help Roseth?"

"You... you, what world do you come from?"

"Huh!?" Marsal was evidently surprised by my question "from which world?"

"let it go"

I hoped so, but apparently the reason why he knew that melody is another. I thought so, but instead...

"Are you reincarnated too?" My brother asked unexpectedly

"You too ..."

"So that's it, great!" Marsal exclaimed, I still hadn't given my brother the confirmation, but he seemed to understand and was enthusiastic.

"Wait, at first I asked you what world are you from, you still haven't answered"

"Huh? I'm from Earth, why you?"

I breathed a sigh of relief, but had yet to confirm whether we were from the same era.

"Me too. So Marsal, the moment I died was 2024, you?

"2021, this explains the 3-year difference between us"

The presence of a person from my own world pleased me, there wasn't a specific reason, but I was happy.

"Geve," I said

"Geve?"

"That was my name in the past life, what about you? What was your name?"

"Ah, I was Steven Lester, nice to meet you Geve"

"The pleasure Is mine,Steven"

"Listen...Roseth" the smile on Marsal's face disappeared "please don't use my old name from now on, I want to forget about my past"

"Ah...of course, I'll remember that"

Too bad, I wanted to chat a bit with him, asking him for example what he did in his old life or how he died, it would have helped me to strengthen our relationship, but given the situation I think it would only make him feel bad.

"Isn't fantastic, Roseth?"

"Fantastic?"

"Yes, in this world we have a family that loves us and the opportunity to have different adventures"

"I think you're right, it almost seems like a dream"

"I can't wait to become a mighty hero," Marsal enthused

Hero? He seems very sure of what he says, on the other hand he is a prodigy as my father describes him, but I think he is too optimistic, even if he trains hard and with motivation, the chances of him becoming really strong are minimal, but it is not his fault, that's the way the world is, if you weren't born as the most talented, you'll never reach the top.

"What's up Roseth?" Marsal asked observing how thoughtful I was.

"No nothing, I just wanted to ask you something, I know it can bother you, but how old were you when you died?"

Those words ruined the radiant atmosphere created by Marsal, I don't know what happened to him, but due to the trauma even a hint of his old age was enough to damage his mood.

"15...I was 15"

"Ah, well I died at 16, so we're the same age, I'm glad"

15 years huh? He sounded like a kid when he talked about being a hero, but he was about my age.

"Here" Marsal handed me the mythology book he was reading "It's an interesting story, plus we need to learn as much as possible about this world"

"You are right, I will read it, but first I would like to ask you something"

"Tell me"

"Well, here...could you teach me something about magic?" I asked, Marsal looked surprised and there was a moment of silence.

"I'm sorry Roseth, but in order to use the magic you have to wait a few more months, but in the meantime I can explain how it works"

"Why do I have to wait? Why can't I learn to use it even now? Is it obligatory to have an elemental affinity like you?"

"No, it's none of this, your core is simply still being created, in a few months it should be ready, and you will be able to perceive it inside your body"

"Perceive it?" I asked confused

"Yes, you can feel the mana flowing through you"

"At that point I can use magic?" Hopefully I stared at Marsal for an answer

"Until you gain an elemental affinity like me you won't be able to use the natural mana of the elements, but with some training you will have control over the pure mana within you"

"What is pure mana?" I asked

"Pure mana is the one produced by a magician's nucleus, in practice it is the mana found inside the body of all living beings, in reality even if it is called "pure" it is slightly different from individual to individual, for this mana transfusion between mages is very complicated."

I kept talking to my brother for hours, he explained several things about magic to me. There are 2 types of mana in this world, pure and impure. The impure one is in turn divided into 5 elements, water, fire, earth, wind and lightning. A mage can use the element with more affinity to his core, in rare cases he can get even 2 affinities. Usually this process takes place around the age of 6 when the influence of the nucleus also expands outside the body, creating an aura around it with which is possible to interact with the elemental mana.

My brother also had limited knowledge on the subject, so I had to make do with this little information. As explained by Marsal, a few months later I began to perceive the nucleus located inside my body, in the abdomen, and shortly thereafter also the whole system of channels that allowed the mana to be brought to every part of the body.

Despite this, I couldn't control the mana, so I got help from my brother, who every day implemented part of his mana in my core, which, perceiving it as foreign, tried to expel it through the channels. I needed this to study how Marsal's mana flowed out of my body, so I could do the same thing with mine.

Another whole month passed but I finally learned how to expel the mana from my body, initially I let it come out of my palm, it was a kind of luminous powder, blue in color, once expelled it was dispersed in the environment, until it disappeared completely, but it was already a start.

I had worked so hard to do so little, with that powder I wouldn't have hurt a fly, I had to find a way to turn it into a weapon, but my brother didn't know how to do it either, he like most other magicians used pure mana only to upgrade his body or control elemental mana.

So I was at a dead end, I could have just waited to gain an affinity, but I didn't like idling around when I could experiment with magic. I honed my mana control day after day, looking for some ideas, but it got more and more excruciating and complicated.