(..part-1..)
(Uh… I'm alive?)
I felt my consciousness return, my eyes unbearably heavy.
I couldn't open them.
(I hope that kid was saved.)
That's right—I was run over by a large, speeding car while trying to save a child.
"XX-X@X"
(Who is that? A doctor? A nurse?)
I heard strange, distorted words.
My ears felt like they were in complete chaos.
(That was one hell of an accident… I don't think my ears will recover.)
"@#@$XX"
(Hey! Whoever you are, you're being too loud.)
I felt my eyelids soften.
Slowly, I opened my eyes.
(So bright!)
A wave of light assaulted my vision.
When my sight finally adjusted, the first thing I saw was completely unexpected.
(Who is this beautiful woman?)
In front of me stood a beautiful young woman.
She had wheat-gold hair and—those—
(WOAH… BIG!)
Her mounds were huge.
Are hospitals hiring idols as nurses now?
Where did this hospital—
(Wait… something is wrong here.)
Now that I looked more carefully, something felt off.
A wooden ceiling instead of concrete.Lamps in place of light bulbs.
Not to mention this nurse's outfit!
"#$#!-xx-xx"
While I'm drowning in thoughts.
Another voice rang out.
I felt my body being lifted and handed over to someone else.
My back pressed against what felt like two hands.
(Wait! They're handling me like a cushion! I'm confident I weigh over 80 kg!)
That wasn't even the main issue.
It was the source of the second voice.
I took a closer look.
(Wait! Is that a maid outfit—like the ones in anime?)
Yes. Beside her stood another woman wearing a maid's outfit.
But that wasn't all.
Twitching wolf-like ears.A swaying tail.And a calm, composed face.
(Is this maid doing cosplay?)
…Or is my brain completely messed up now?
Am I hallucinating?
"TH-xx-XX"
Another voice—this time closer to the young woman.
(Who is it this time?)
Beside her stood a man around the same age, with platinum-blonde hair and a stiff smile.
He looked strong. Arrogant.
His muscles were impressive.
Platinum hair, arrogant type. Normally, I'd be repulsed.
Strangely enough, I didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
Both of them looked young—maybe in their twenties.
His hair was a natural-looking platinum, probably not dyed.
"-----XX-----XXXX."
The woman smiled as she looked at me and said something.
What was she saying?
My head felt fuzzy. I couldn't hear clearly—couldn't understand anything.
(Is it not Hindi?)
I felt my body move.
(What's with my weight? How are they lifting me so easily?)
I was now being held in the man's arms.
"------XXXXX----XXX," he replied gently while I was still confused.
What did he just say? I couldn't understand it at all.
"------XX-----XXX"
I tried to sit up and ask,
"Where is this place? Who are you people?"
Even if I were a hardcore introvert, I wasn't completely incapable of communication.
I should at least be able to say this.
"Ah… ah—"
(Eh!?)
What the hell?
I couldn't tell whether that sound was a groan or just heavy breathing.
My body wouldn't move.
I tried to check if there was a gag on my face—
But instead of my hands…
I saw tiny baby hands.
(JUST WHAT IN THE FUCKIN WORLD—!!)
I screamed.
(--part-2--)
A month passed by.
It looked like I was reincarnated.
(yes, I'm not in the hospital or on earth)
I died and reincarnated.
I finally realized that fact.
I had become a baby.
I had my suspicions when I saw those baby hands.
I confirmed it when I was carried up with my head supported and my own body appeared in my sight.
I didn't know why, but I still had my memories.
But i woul've preferred if i didnt tough.
Well, let's leave that at that.
Now, about the situation I was in.
The first couple I had seen when I opened my eyes seemed to be my parents.
As I said, they were in the early half of their 20s.
Clearly, they were younger than me in my past life.
From the perspective of a 40-year-old, it was alright for me to call them young.
It really made me envious that they had children at that age.
I already noticed it from the start, but I didn't seem to be in INDIA(my hometown).
The language was different, my parents' faces didn't appear to be indian or any other, and their clothes even seemed to be those of a native village.
I couldn't see anything resembling a civilization tool (the person who wore a maid's apron was cleaning with a cloth), and the utensils, bowls, and furniture were coarsely made from wood. It was probably not an advanced, developed country.
(WAIT! Is that even possible?)
The light was not produced from light bulbs, but from candles and lamps.
Of course, there was the possibility of them being very poor and unable to afford the electricity bills.
...Maybe that possibility was very high?
I thought they surely had some money, as there was this cosplaying maid.
But there is also possibilty that she was a relative of my parents who was acting as a maid.
That she was aiming to become a cosplayer.
I certainly wanted to start afresh, but living in a family that could not even afford to pay the bills made me very restless.
(-part-3-)
A year has passed by.
This time i was able to crawl.
I also began to slowly understand the language.
It was similar to Hindi, so I can learn it easily.
I would crawl everywhere my curiosity led me to.
Dodging my mother whenever she came to look for me.
(Well,im an science nerd after all)
At the end of the chase i would be caught by that cosplaying maid.
After being caught i would be kept under close eye.
(Ah! well i would rather look outside than sit still)
From the scenery I could see from the windows, it was in a tranquil landscape of farming plots.
The other houses were scattered around, and on one side of the wheat fields, I could see two or three families.
Snow-covered mountains mixed with green mountains.
What a beautiful scenery.
I can see some houses far from here.
But compared to those houses, ours seemed exceptionally rich.
Two-stored house with several rooms.
A wide outer area enclosed with stone fences, beautifully decorated with trees near the fence.
i focussed by attention on my father(in this world)
Father was waving around a sword in the courtyard.
(Wha, huh? What is he doing?)
Is my dad still waving that thing at his age? Chuunibyou?
(Ah, crap!)
While watching him i accidentally placed my hand on the long vegetable cutter.
(thank god it wasn't too deep-)
"kyaaaa!"
(what the hell?!.what happened)
My mother rushed over and held my injured hand in all possible angles as possible.
"ARYA! Does it hurt? What should I do? What if it causes swelling?"
(miss, you probably should let go of my hand! it hurts)
I reminded her in my heart.
Being unable to talk sucks.
"Madam, a little healing magic will suffice."
(What is this cosplay maid talking about!?)
"Oh! Right i forgot."
(she forgot what!!!?)
Then my mother stood up.
She placed her hand above my head.
(What is she? A cleric now?)
"Mana that flows through living flesh,Calm the pain, seal the wound."
Then she began some strange words that seemed like a poem.
I looked up as a strange green light washed over me.
(Are you serious right now?)
I looked at the clean skin on my finger where the wound was.
It was clean skin, no cut, no blood.
"Fufu, you don't have to worry since your mother was once an S-rank healer after all."
My mother kept on bragging.
(Whoa! Is this real magic, and are you an adventurer?)
That's what I wanted to say, but my thoughts are locked onto one thing.
This was magic, real magic.
That means I'm not on Earth, but in an compleate different world
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To be continued ;)
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