5 5 A New Title (1/2)

A week had passed since Donis began the greatest struggle of any babies life, probably ever. Constantly trying to pinch himself with the sharpest nails he had ever felt! They were like daggers, clawing through his soft skin. It was torture to be self inflicting so much pain. He had started to doubt his immense mental prowess to make the perfect choice every time. His faith had yet to be shattered, as if by some dumb luck, his pain resistance leveled up!

'By Einstein's moustache, I'm a genius!' proclaimed Donis triumphantly. 'I'm so DONE pinching myself. It's almost not worth it, pinching myself while eating, gurgling, pooping and trying to breathe perfectly the entire time,' Donis said, painfully reliving his baby pinching hell.

Donis had been practising his breathing non-stop the entire time, but it was yet to level up. He thought the breathing would level up first as it's such a constant process. He had been doing it so long that it had become almost second nature to breathe that way. With the [Pain Resistance 2/50] being out of the way, he could fully concentrate on his breathing. He began noticing that while he focused on it, his mind became a little bit sharper.

'Maybe I had been doing it wrong this entire time? I've been almost entirely focusing on the physical sensation of the pinches, that I've not put much thought into active breathing. Eh.. I've not much better to do,' said Donis, mentally shrugging.

Over the course of the next month, Donis had been focusing entirely on the process of focused breathing. The air entering his lungs, flowing down his trachea, into his lungs, expanding his belly while keeping his chest perfectly still. This borderline insane focus over the course of the entire month, had managed to proc the legendary notification!

-[Breathing Training 2/10] has Leveled Up!-

Immediately, as if a light fog had lifted from his mind, Donis became more aware.

'Yes! Finally, I can stop concentrating on this stupid training. In, out, in, out. My mind was holding on for it's dear life,' whinged Donis. 'Though, I have to say it's effects are noticeable. Once I have the means, I want to find out how the breathing clears my mind like this. The SYSTEM probably has something for me to buy,' Donis taunted. A silence filled his mind. 'Quiet for once.. I guess you're not that great after all,' Donis said filling with a sense of victory.

Attaining such fine results yielded a great boost to Donis's confidence. He became a proud baby warrior, ready to conquer the evil system. Yet the next few months flew by with no progress outside of [Pain Resistance 2/50] reaching the next level. He had already turned six months old, and yet the [Immune System 1/20] had yet to level up once.

With the strength of a six months old, Donis began crawling around the house, constantly making his parents worry. Consistently crawling towards dangerous objects, like the shiny sword. His parents had made a makeshift cage to withstand the suicidal powers of a crawling baby. His mother developing a sixth sense for Donis's adventures, always within a moments reach had stopped him from nearly knocking the sword on top of himself. Korrin on the other hand would laugh at the antics of the babe, knowing it was pure wonder for the child.

In these months Donis had gotten to know his entire family. He had four sisters, and he was the only boy. Clearly their parents favourite, Donis's siblings had become slightly jealous of all the attention he was getting. Not jealous enough to not play with the baby, obviously, much to Donis's dismay.

From oldest to youngest, his sisters were Karina, Suzy, Priscilla, and Rosa. All the girls had dark hair like their mother, but Priscilla had a beautiful golden hue to her hair, just like her mother's favourite flower. Donis had the same dark hair like his sisters, but it didn't take away from his cute green eyes. The green eyes were a trademark of the Laurent household. Everyone, including Korrin, had deep, earthy green eyes.

Donis had fought a rough battle with the girls, with their constant cooing, passing him around and the incessant need to play with toys. He knew he had to put up the act for now, he was a baby and he wasn't going to reveal himself as an adult in a babies body. Throughout his tumultuous play time, Donis never stopped focusing on his breathing, or his pinching. Showing the true discipline every baby should strive for!

Korrin finishing up his work outside in the smithy and Morissa cooking up dinner, Donis thought he'd have another quiet day of training. Over dinner something was being discussed, but Donis was left out of the loop. He had picked up a few words here and there like ”Home,” ”Bad,” ”Good,” and the ever so frequent ”Don't touch that!” but it wasn't enough to piece together the conversation. He only realised something was different when they dressed him up in warm clothing. It then struck. He was leaving the house!

This was his first time in his entire life as a baby where he left the house, if you don't include being born in the hospital. This was his chance, he could possibly come into contact with some germs, and maybe even get the forbidden Level Up! It was too soon to celebrate for Donis, but his hopes were sky high.