I want to become better; I don't want to keep fighting this endless battle… How did I end up here?My name is Narihu Mizuhara. I was a trained soldier who "saved" humanity from evil, only to lose my life in that battle. I have few memories of my past life; the ones I do recall are of fighting — battle after battle. But somehow, I have been reborn into the body of a young boy, barely seven years old.My father's name is Olig and my mother's is Elizabeth; both of them love me. Being with them brings such warmth — a feeling I never experienced in my previous life. This world is very similar to the one I knew. We live in a small, backward village, quite far from the nearest town. Strangely, the way people write and speak here is exactly the same as it was in my previous life. I began to wonder if perhaps this is the same Earth I once lived on. But since I'm still a child, I have no way of finding out, and it would be odd to ask one of the older villagers about it.Secretly, I began to dev

It was evening an unusually calm one. Everyone was asleep, and the only sound outside was the wind rushing fiercely through the trees. A perfect time to attempt reaching the blue level.Where should I start? I muttered aloud, sitting down on my bed before closing my eyes to meditate. Suddenly, I found myself standing before a gate. I pushed it open and stepped through. The door shut behind me on its own. Everything went dark until, little by little, the darkness began to fade and light surrounded me.I was inside a house. In front of me sat a boy in his teens, speaking to me while eating a warm meal.-Quick, Narihu, eat up! Let's keep exploring.I had no idea what he was talking about. Then a woman I didn't recognize appeared, smiling as she sat down at the table with a plate of food she'd brought for herself.-Narihu's not going anywhere tonight. You can continue your exploring tomorrow.-But we were so close! Time always passes so fast, (the boy complained).-So, how's the food?-It

A few weeks had passed since my encounter with Rei, fortunately I hadn't seen him since. It was a typically warm morning. I got up and glanced at my bed.Maybe I should try again, but I'm so afraid, I turned my head and left the room, no, I don't need the truth, I said firmly.When I stepped into the kitchen, strangely no one was there, even though I was sure I'd come down in time for breakfast. Yet, oddly, my breakfast was already set on the table. I didn't make much of it I assumed they were busy so I sat and began to eat.-At least this house and village don't resemble the one from my previous life at all (I said aloud while chewing).Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I went and opened it, but strangely nobody was there, so I closed the door. I had barely taken a few steps when someone knocked again. I opened it as quickly as I could, but again there was nothing.-Am I imagining things or what is happening? (I said to myself as confusion spread across my face).I closed the d

After helping my mother, I went back into the house. I was curious who the visitor might be, but I tried to hide that on my face. I stepped in and found my guest in the kitchen.-Rei? What are you doing here? (I asked fearfully, looking around the room for anything strange)-What are you staring at so much? (he said with amused eyes and a smile. Sit down — if I think right, you haven't even eaten today)I sat, and he brought a plate of food already cold.-So what do you want? (I asked. No matter how I thought about it I couldn't come up with anything. If he wanted to kill me he wouldn't have waited here for hours. Maybe he set a trap somewhere, but I couldn't see anything odd. — What if the food is poi---)-Eat it, I didn't put anything in it. (he said calmly, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking)Before he dug in he prayed.-Since when are you religious? (If I recall, you never used to pray)-After a certain event. (he answered, and began eating. Silence took over the house)Doe

I never truly believed I could use my old technique with this body.But if I somehow could… it would change everything.It would make me unstoppable.A true Crimson-tier ability.In my previous life, I called it Bloodweave — the art of manipulating my own blood.With it, I could shape my life's essence into weapons or armor — a blade sharp enough to split steel, or a shield that no strike could pierce.Every time I fought, it turned the tide.The more blood I lost, the stronger I became.But it always came at a cost.Lose too much, and the body collapses. Push too far, and you die.I found a spot near the river — quiet, hidden, surrounded by trees.No one would come here. Perfect for training."Alright… let's start." (I muttered, taking a knife and cutting into my palm)Blood flowed, but nothing happened.No pulse of mana, no connection, no movement.Just pain."Damn it… why isn't it working?" (I whispered, watching the red drip down my hand, feeling frustration eat away at me)I trie