[CHAKRA AND MANA]

Chapter 2

Daiki watched as the flames rejoiced their arrival. It spun and whirled around in utter chaos that appeared to match his thoughts. His name was certainly NOT Cain and he was sure of the absolute nonexistence of churches in the shinobi world. The only way people knew about them were from the book——Black clover.

He took a deep breath. It meant only one thing. Who else was abandoned at a church on winter night? He recalled only two children but the heavens seemed to add him as an exception. Who else took the children in? A priest that appeared to have a fire affinity, not needing hand signs. How else could he not use hand signs? Last time he checked, only the first hokage could do so. The man, now child sensed no chakra from him. It was another life source, an extra set of veins situated in the human body.

All leads point to a mana-filled word. A world of fantasy and imagination off of somebody's creative head. a world of mana and magic, instead of chakra and jutsu, with floating books and kingdoms instead of hitae-ates and villages. The condition taunted him from his mind, allegedly repeating and repeating, he could not seem to take it in.

'Ah...' He shut his eyes, frowning before giving a hopeless smile.

'I'm in the black clover world, aren't I?'

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Daiki once again cursed the gods. Being a child, a baby with no mobility no less, was monotonous and irksome. Seeing as the church was out in the boonies, they were undeniably poor. He shared a big crib with the main characters. They always found their way towards him, showering the transmigrate with snot and drool. Daiki could deal with blood and flesh. He saw them daily and he did not hesitate to bloody his hands for the village. Snot and drool from 'babies' were another thing. He couldn't hide the grimace from his face once the so-called 'adorable beings' scooted closer to him.

It was at this moment he vowed to never create such demonic offsprings.

Finally, 6 months came by and he was eager to get the hell out of the clutches of those diabolical creatures. He was fine with being called a prodigy, it wasn't like some noble would kidnap him in order to craft him as weapon for war anyway.

With the help of chakra, he first lifted his head. He flipped over to his stomach and laid himself on the thin bed sheets for a few seconds. This was more grueling than he thought.

He could start crawling and wailing around until 'father' would notice him and hopefully plant him on the ground. He was able to catch the sight of books on the corner of his eye. He was gonna learn a lot about this mana-filled world, and he was going to start now.

Pushing his pride down to the lowest depths of his soul, he started babbling loudly while slowly maneuvering himself around the crib. He would rest for a few moments before operating once more.

The priest, bless his old soul, swung the wooden door to their room wide open. He was expecting some diaper-filled babies but when he laid his eyes onto the silent child who had started gurgling, he immediately rushed to the crib. No, the child wasn't only gurgling, he was crawling too! The elder nearly had a heart attack before composing himself and lifting the peculiar child up by the underarms.

The child stared before giving a hesitant smile which went unnoticed by the senior. The latter started bouncing and smiling, almost jumping onto the ceilings. One of the children crawled! He set the child down to the ground and watched as he progressed his way towards the bookshelf.