I was surprised at my first look outside.

Not because it was way above my expectations mind you, but rather because it was a shabby village.

While the houses did appear nice, that could not be said for everything else.

The roads, if you could even call them that, were made from what looked like dry dirt combined with gray and red gravel.

There was an overall lack of plants visible to me except the humongous trees that towered into the sky and had the village surrounded.

I soon got to get a better look at the scenery as the mother carried me outside of the house and off to somewhere else, allowing me a better sense of the area.

I saw very few farms, and the ones I did see I think would better be described as gardens considering how small they were.

I suspected most of the food seemed to be coming from vines that grew on the tree barks and the trees themselves, as they produced multi-colored berries and big watermelon-sized fruit respectively.

On the walk with the mother, I also heard a lot of people calling over to her, likely with a greeting, that she would call back to.

After taking into account the number of houses, I estimated that there were around a hundred people in this village if each household contained an average of five people.

Considering how small that number was, I surmised that the villager's behavior was likely the result of a tight-knit community, but it was also possible that the mother was just super popular among the other villagers.

As I saw more and more people, something I noted was that while they had similar hair colors to the people of Earth like the usual shades of brown, black, red, and yellow, their eye color differed a lot with some really exotic colors in the mix.

For example, the father had purple eyes, the mother yellow, and across the villagers were different shades of green, blue, orange, and even one person with pink eyes.

Realizing that I probably had either yellow or purple eyes myself, I tried to see if there were any differences to my vision that I hadn't yet noticed to explain the purpose of this evolutionary phenomenon, but nothing seemed new.

After a bit more walking, we finally stopped at the door of another house, so I decided to ignore the deal with the eye colors for the time being.

It looked as if we had arrived at our destination.

This house looked a lot fancier than the other houses in its design and it was slightly bigger too.

The mother knocked on the door and a moment later it was opened by a blonde woman with green eyes who seemed pleasantly surprised by the visitors.

By their mannerism, I could tell they were close friends or something similar even if I was clueless about the language.

Body language here didn't seem much different compared to Earth's, and as someone who was trained in multiple courses to pick up on subtle cues from body language, I was very grateful for that fact.

Soon after they were done with the initial greetings, the blond woman took notice of me in the mother's hands.

She said something in a high-pitched voice before trying to tickle me, which unknowingly sent me down memories of my past.

Two people had ever tried to tickle me in my past life, one of them was my previous mother and the other was a trainee from Dark Cove.

While I didn't have any recollection of my father except from what I've heard about him through Dark Cove's records, I did slightly remember my mother.

Not her face or anything super specific, just a few memory fragments, including one of her tickling me while I laughed.

I tried for a long time to forget it, but I couldn't.

The day I fully grasped what she had done, I made a decision to cut all connections I had to her.

Some of the other recruits forgave their parents after a while, arguing that their circumstances left them no choice or something of the like, not me though.

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I remember the exact moment when I was left on the side of the street, I remember seeing her back as she walked away, but what really angered me though, is that I remember she was crying as she did it.

I couldn't get over how much of a hypocritical action it was.

She was the one leaving me, she was the one making the decision, but she still had the gall to cry about it as if she was the victim.

The next time someone tried to tickle me and make me remember her again was a Dark Cove trainee who was pressured into doing it by their friends.

I responded by breaking their hand.

That brought me back to the present, where I didn't know how to respond.

There was the option to just fake a laugh but remembering my previous life didn't put me in the best of moods to laugh.

Ultimately, I stayed silent and stared at the blonde lady.

The mother probably didn't notice it, but for a split second the blonde lady's demeanor darkened after looking into my eyes.

A moment of silence followed before they awkwardly laughed it off and we entered the house, where the inside of the house reflected the outside in its extravagance.

The furniture was carved with a lot more detail than the ones at my house and not to mention there was a lot more of it.

The two women walked over to a similar-looking dining area as the one in our house and each took a seat on the horizontal ends of a table before the blonde woman jumped up, as if she just remembered something important.

She hurried over to a sectioned-off part of the room and quickly prepared something.

When she brought it over, I saw it was a bowl filled with the same berries as the ones on the vines.

After they had settled in, they spent a really long time talking.

Sometimes they would laugh or get loud which helped me further confirm that the humans here weren't completely different from the ones I was familiar with in demeanor.

I tried remembering words that would come up often in their speech to help me learn the language, but sadly I couldn't get much because the speed they talked made it hard for me to tell one word apart from the other.

In the end, I learned more from their body language and tone than any words they said.

Sometime later, noise started to come from a different room interrupting the two's conversation.

Originally it started as loud shuffling but soon it turned to the sound of crying.

The blonde lady went over to the noise and quickly came back, this time with a crying baby in her arms who was wrapped up in a large blanket.

The baby continued crying even with the blonde lady's attempts to calm it down, and likely sensing that she no longer had the time to attend to guests, the mother exchanged some last words taking our leave.

*****

It had been about 3 months that I'd been in this world now, and I had gotten used to the rhythm of life.

When I wasn't sleeping or eating, I was observing or listening to the world around me to learn.

My main achievement thus far was breakthroughs with the language to the point that I could understand many basic words such as "yes", "no", and "food".

I contemplated if I should communicate with my parents using this information, but after some unsavory thoughts of being burned at a stake came to mind, I decided against it.

People saw me as a 3-month-old baby and as far as I knew, babies weren't supposed to learn how to talk until much later.

On modern-day Earth, revealing my abilities would likely mark me as a great miracle, however, my current setting was closer to what you would find on medieval-era Earth, where all things unnatural had a one-way ticket to being incinerated.

Now while that may not have exactly been the case in this new world, it was enough to help me keep to myself.

Other than that, I also learned more about the inner workings of the village.

I wasn't completely sure, but I thought the village had a leader, and I suspect it to be the husband of the blonde lady that the mother went to visit.

The times I saw him were few and far between so all I had on him was that he was a muscular man with short brown hair and bright orange eyes.

He always looked to be in a serious mood but not to the point that it came off as hostile.

The reason that I suspected him as the leader though came from the way other people acted towards him.

On multiple occasions, I saw people greet him with a special bow where they grabbed one of their shoulders with the opposite hand and slightly hunched over.

Even if he wasn't the official leader of the village, I could guarantee that he at the very least held a lot of influence in the village.

On top of that, I had also learned more about my family.

The brother could simply be summed up as a normal kid who spends most of the day playing around with the other kids in the village.

At least that's all I could say I knew about him, but truthfully, I didn't see him around a lot so there may have been more to him than just that.

The mother was a socialite who seemed to get along with just about every single person in the village.

During the day, if she wasn't taking care of me, then she was either doing house chores or tending to our garden.

Finally, there was the father who I didn't see much of during the day either.

Unlike my previous speculation that he was something like a guard, I was now nearly sure that he was a hunter with all the animal corpses he would bring home.

I was thrown off by the fact that he used a spear, since the hunters I was accustomed to used ranged weaponry or hunting knives, but I guessed this world must not have anything like a bow, otherwise, it didn't make sense to me why the father would opt for a spear.

He wasn't the most energetic when I did see him, but he was also not extremely serious like the man I suspected of being the village head.

Occasionally he would smile or laugh at something said by the mother or the brother however that was about it.

I'd never really seen him interact with another villager outside of the family so I couldn't say what his position was amongst them.

That was pretty much all I'd learned in these past months except for one more thing: something big was going to happen soon.

The people were getting busier and busier as the days go by but at the same time, they were also getting livelier.

I couldn't put my finger on what it was for sure, however I reckoned that tomorrow would be an important day.

A very important day.