Chapter 7 - Learning The Basics (1/2)

In the last month of my new life, I have been constantly trying to resonate with the elements around me. Even though I have been doing it for the last month or so, it's a lot harder than it looks.

Fire I have to have to be in a complete meditative state and not be interrupted by anyone for at least 10 minutes. After 10 minutes, I have about a minute before I get a severe headache which I had learnt the hard way to avoid.

The first discovery I have been able to accumulate from my resonation with the particles is that resonating is not the same as manipulating. Resonating with the particles seems to be the first step to becoming a magic-user in this world while manipulating the elements needs you to be able to emit a magical aura from any limb on your body.

From what I have seen from both my mother and sister, manipulating magic requires you to move your limbs while they sometimes chant a few words before exuding aura.

Even though I don't understand why they would need to chant, it wouldn't hurt to try, right?

After 2 months of being alive and rejuvenating myself through the consumption of food, my body had started to grow and enhance my body at a rate faster than what I would expect from a normal human.

I had started growing teeth as well as more refined baby muscles, to the point I can now crawl. The thing is, I don't want to give my biological mother a heart attack from seeing her baby crawl at such a young age, but I don't actually know what age babies are supposed to grow teeth or even crawl since I had never planned to have one of my own, so I just estimated 4 months.

I couldn't hide the growth of my teeth, but the least I could do was to fake my inability to crawl.

Speaking about family, my mother and sister started to grow on me a little, even though they are strangers to me, I can not ignore all the affection that they are relentlessly giving me. I do find their pestering quite annoying, but I'm willing to go through it if it would make their shallow personalities happy. Another reason was that my birth mother reminded me of the good times with my original mother, which of course, I had a soft spot for.

Due to my 'slight' daddy issues, I couldn't see past my father's constant pestering. Even though I could see the genuine in his eyes, my original father was the same before my mother's death and he still changed, no, he never changed. He was always a scum yet he somehow deluded my mother into the illusion of a perfect family while he was sleeping with other women.

If I were to follow the same principle, I would probably hate my sister too, or at least be annoyed by her, but instead, it was quite the opposite. At first, I was quite skeptical about her but over time she had grown on me as much as my mother if not more. I had no idea why, but it was like I could feel an almost nostalgic familiar aura around her.

The same goes for my present twin brothers who I just see as nothing more than an insect on the sidewalk. The cocky smug one is the most annoying, making me constantly curse my weak body for not allowing me to make his brother my only male sibling in the family.

After 2 months since my birth had passed though, it seemed like every member of the family had become slightly busier. I started to barely see my father and sister while my twin brothers would go outside for around 6 hours just to, fortunately, return.