A sea of stars flashed past my vision, transforming into a hazy symphony of colours, only to be abruptly replaced by a blinding light that forced my eyes shut.
What... what was happening?
Finding solace in the comfortable darkness, a cascade of memories began to flow through my mind.
Memories... that I didn't exactly remember.
A woman's cheerful voice.
'Peek-a-boo! Ah! There's that cute smile, ******!'
A young boy's cry.
'Pass the ball, ******!'
An old man's echoing speech.
'Please come to the stage to receive your diploma, ****** ****.'
A childish girl's pleading.
'Come play with me, Big Brother!'
I was confused, but at the same time... tranquil.
As if I was too tired to think about what exactly was happening.
The myriad of memories and confusion died down as the moments passed, before I was then abruptly awakened from my state of peace by pain.
Blinding, itching pain.
Every portion of my skin stung as if it were on fire, causing me to cry out in anguish.
But for some reason... it was muffled.
Distorted, as if my ears were clogged with water.
But slowly, the world around me started to become clearer.
The pain throughout my body subsided, and my hearing was free to listen in on the silent surroundings.
Well... I could faintly hear the crackling of a fireplace, so it wasn't complete silence, but it was still quiet.
With the rustic background noise calming my senses, I eventually felt the need to open my eyes once again.
So, slowly, I lifted my eyelids.
There was no glaring brightness, but weirdly enough... it took much more effort than I thought it would.
And what greeted me was the scene of... blurriness.
That was a bit disappointing.
But as time passed, my vision slowly became clearer, revealing the scene of a rustic wooden ceiling, with a singular beam running through the roof.
Weird... this was all very weird.
That ceiling... it felt so far away.
Raising my hand, I tried to reach toward the wooden beam, but... my hands... they were so very small and... pudgy.
Like a baby's.
Huh?
"...Gah?"
...What?
Was that... my voice?
Huuuh!?
"Gbaa?"
W-What the!?
"Gubfaaa!"
I... I was a baby?
Why was I a baby?
No... why did that feel strange?
Why did that feel wrong?
Who... who was I?
Where am I?
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Leon Greyrat: The Second Son - Mushoku Tensei OC
FanfictionOne day in the six-faced world, a newborn child, completely conscious of his surroundings, is taken in by a certain party of adventurers... the Fangs of the Black Wolf. But not two years later, the party splits, and our main character, Leon, is gree...
