Everyday, I Fight!

Chapter 1: Identity

Thrashed and beaten, I laid down upon a bunch of stale garbage bags carefully tucked away at an alleyway. Despite the rotten smell and lack of beauty, it was peaceful... Ah~ ah, I would often wonder, is this how the death feels...?

Certainly, at that point, I would always close my eyes as if life had no meaning. Neither was there any meaning in death. The first would just be something related to motion and the latter, devoid of it.

What was the point of living? Everyday was unlike any other. I had no holidays or a day off without fighting. I was a regular street delinquent. The only difference was that I had been backed up by my benefactor. Though I was mostly alone and in order to survive at the end pit of this world, I had to continue...

All I knew for certain was mainly one thing - "If I quit I'll die. If I continue I'll die."

Either way I'd die, but the latter one would be to die fighting, so why not? As every bit of pride left, as a man I had, why not die whilst fighting?

That was how it sounded. The thirst I contained for the lease of living. Nothing seemed as much bitter and sour than the face of defeat even in winning... ...

"Ah, Baby Glow~ " a voice startled me while remembering this awful memory, "look at you! Why did you wet yourself again? I swear that you are such a handful...!"

This was my mother. A warm and gentle woman with pale blue eyes as deep as the ocean. Her wavy light brown bob hair was fluttering like a butterfly as she hurriedly clipped it backwards and attended to me.

So this was motherly love... I never knew. A warm feeling always engulfed me when this person was near. Often times, unable to contain my emotions or body functions, I would cry out and it had always been this person who was able to calm me down.

I would often find myself staring at her intently as if memorizing her face. She was an irreplaceable person in my heart very soon after I had 'awakened' in this world.

Truthfully, I have no idea how I was probably 'reborn' in this world.

After my apparent murder, I just woke up, as if awake from a sleep. My forehead hurt a little for a month or so since I came here. I assumed it was from the deep impact I had received from the bullet when I died.

At first I couldn't properly grasp my surroundings. According to my mother, immediately after my birth, I had fever. Also, 'this body' is about three months old.

So we can say that the ex-host of this body was two months old until I took over...? Ah, forget it! The more I think the more confused I become!

So here I was tucked within the arms of my very very beautiful and extremely caring mother. Her name was Serene. Like the name indicated, she herself, was an epitome of peace. My heaven.

My family, The Windstorm's, were in fact once a famous tribe of the kingdom of Felue. My great great great grandfather being the strongest Windstorm tribe leader there ever was!

During his time, the Windstorm family was the top noble family, which rivaled the Royal family of Felue. The Arcs Clan.

However, my great grandfather had different plans, so he revoked our noble status and we became a simple tribe. The seal of that nobility was passed down to my grandfather who later on hid it for the family's rightful heir...

Hahaha... so I guess this family has a few secrets of it's own. Well, that's the basis to be what's called a family! I'm just glad i at least have one in this life...!

Suddenly, a rhythmic knock came from the door, as my mom gently put me down and opened it. A tap on the door, followed by a double knock and then after three seconds or so, a triple tap.