I Was Reincarnated In The Viceroyalty Era With My Harem

Chapter VII: The Name and the Eagle's Nest

The image of the sun-haired girl didn't leave me. In the following days, my adult mind analyzed, made plans, weighed risks. But a deeper, more existential thought began to haunt me: the question of my name.

I would have to approach her. How should I introduce myself? As Alejandro, the ghost of an impossible future? As Xóchitl, the secret name my mother gave me with love and resistance? Or as Miguel, the façade my father and the world expected?

One afternoon, while playing with wooden blocks carved by my father, I had a decisive internal dialogue:

Adult Thought: "If I approach a living relic of pre-Hispanic Mexico, one carrying the weight of persecution, introducing myself as 'Miguel' would be an insult. It's the name of the conquering archangel, of the order seeking to extinguish what she represents."

Child Translation (babble): "Miguel... no."

Adult Thought: "'Xóchitl' then? It's a beautiful name, of the earth, from my mother. But... is it really my name? I accepted it as a disguise, a bridge to this culture. But it's not the name I lived with for 28 years. It's not the name I read history with and felt that rage that attracted the goddess."

Child Translation (sigh): "Xóch... hard."

Adult Thought: "And 'Alejandro'... that's the core. The one who knows. The one who remembers the cancer, the books, the frustration. But telling that girl 'Alejandro' would be like speaking to her in a language from another planet. Besides... what if someone else hears? A two-year-old calling himself by a Spanish name but not 'Miguel'... that would be suspicious."

I realized the uncomfortable truth: I didn't have a true name in this world. I was a trio of overlapping identities, each useful in a context, but none that fully defined me to someone who, perhaps, was just as fragmented.

» SYSTEM ANALYSIS: IDENTITY DETECTED AS 'UNSTABLE TRINITY'.

» SUGGESTION: MAGIC, ESPECIALLY HIGH-LEVEL MAGIC, RESPONDS TO INTENT AND INTERNAL TRUTH. A FALSE PRESENTATION COULD BLOCK CONNECTION OR ACTIVATE DEFENSES.

» RECOMMENDATION: USE THE NAME THAT BEST REPRESENTS THE 'INTENTION OF THE ENCOUNTER'.

What was my intention? I didn't want to study her like a specimen. I wanted... to understand her. I wanted to find an ally in this strange world. Someone who, perhaps, saw the same colors in the air.

I decided that, if the moment came, I wouldn't start with a name. I would start with an observable truth. With what my Eyes of the Fifth Sun allowed me to see.

---

The opportunity came a week later. Citlali took me to the market again, this time to buy corn. As always, she warned me: "Stay close, Xóchitl. Don't go near the stalls on the edge."

But I had a plan. While Citlali haggled with a vendor, I pretended to follow a chick pecking at crumbs. With clumsy but deliberate steps, I moved away from the main bustle and headed toward the shadowy corner where the girl's family was.

I saw her. She was alone, sitting on an old mat, drawing in the dirt with a small stick. Her silvery hair seemed to capture all the little light that reached that corner, glowing with its own sad light. Her mother was a few steps away, her back turned, watching the main street with hawk-like eyes.

I stopped a few meters away. I activated my Eyes of the Fifth Sun.

The energy specter over the girl was even clearer up close: a fierce golden sun, but cracked, from whose cracks sprouted that purple and black energy of Chaos. It wasn't corrupt in an evil sense; it was pain transformed into power. It was the rage of a fall, the sadness of a severed lineage, trapped in the body of a girl who didn't even understand why others avoided her.

The girl looked up. She didn't seem surprised. Her dark eyes, with that internal golden glint, fixed on me. Then, they lowered to her own hands, and back to me. There was a message there: 'You shine too.'

I took a step closer. My adult mind raced at a thousand miles an hour, searching for the perfect words, the exact gesture. But I remembered the System's recommendation: intention and truth.

I pointed with my chubby finger toward the drawing in the dirt. It was a clumsy bird, with big wings.

"Eagle," the girl said, in clear Spanish but with a marked Nahuatl accent. Her voice was soft, but had a strange quality, like a distant echo.

I nodded. Then I pointed at her hair, and then, making an arc with my hand toward the sky, I pointed at the invisible sun behind the clouds. I didn't say "sun." I said, with the most clarity I could muster: "Tonatiuh."

It was the first time I had spoken a complex Nahuatl word aloud.

The girl went still. Her eyes widened slightly. The golden glint in them intensified, as if the word had touched something deep. She quickly looked toward her mother, but she was still watching the street.

"Yes," the girl whispered, this time in Nahuatl. "Tonatiuh iuh... the sun is... my grandmother."

I understood. It wasn't a metaphor. It was a magical truth. Her solar heritage, her hair, came from a grandmother who was or channeled the sun. A Cihuateteo.

I then pointed at my own chest. This was the moment. What name to say?

I thought of Miguel. I discarded it.

I thought of Xóchitl. I almost said it.

But finally, I pointed at my own eyes, which still glowed faintly with the Fifth Sun's brilliance, and said: "Ollin."

It wasn't a personal name. It was my calendar name, my destiny. 7-Movement. He who walks amid earthquakes. It was the purest truth I possessed in this world, beyond borrowed identities.

The girl studied me, her eyes scrutinizing mine as if reading glyphs in my iris. Then, slowly, she pointed to her own chest.

"My grandmother... called me Itztli," she said, also in Nahuatl. "Before she left."

Itztli. Obsidian. The black, sharp edge that can reflect the sun but is born from the dark depths of earth and fire. A warrior's name. A name of survival.

» INFORMATION OBTAINED: TRUE NAME – 'ITZTLI'.

» AFFILIATION CONFIRMED: EAGLE WARRIOR LINEAGE (LAST BEARER).

» MAGICAL STATUS: 'ECLIPSED SUN' (INHERITED SOLAR POWER IN CONFLICT WITH HISTORICAL TRAUMA, GENERATING ANCESTRAL CHAOS).

» CONNECTION ESTABLISHED: BASIC LEVEL OF TRUST/ MUTUAL RECOGNITION.

At that moment, Itztli's mother turned. Her eyes, sharp as obsidian blades, caught the scene: her daughter talking to me, the mestizo boy with dark hair and shining eyes. There was no panic on her face, only a quick and brutal assessment. Her eyes met mine, and I felt a slight magical pressure, a scan. She too had a remnant of power, worn but alert.

"Itztli," the woman said, her voice a hiss of wind through rocks. "Inside."

The girl obeyed instantly, but before leaving, she gave me one last look. It wasn't a goodbye. It was a promise of another meeting.

Citlali came running, her face twisted with panic. "Xóchitl! I told you not to wander off!" She grabbed my arm tightly, her eyes shooting sparks at Itztli's mother.

The warrior woman simply nodded once, a gesture that was neither apology nor threat. It was a tacit agreement of silence.

"Sorry," murmured Citlali, dragging me away. "He won't bother you again."

"He didn't bother," the woman said, her voice barely audible. "He just looked at the drawing." But her eyes told Citlali something else: 'Your son sees. Be careful.'

---

Back home, Citlali didn't scold me. She sat me at the table and looked at me intently.

"What did you say to that girl?"

Me, using my best confused-child façade, said: "She drew bird. I said 'eagle'. She said 'Tonatiuh'."

Citlali paled. "Tonatiuh... the sun. Because of her hair." She took a deep breath. "Listen, my flower. That family... they are marked. Not by them, but by what they carry. The Spaniards look for them, not to kill them anymore, but to... study their blood, or to make sure their magic dies. If they see you with her, they might think we also..."

She didn't finish. But I understood. My approach had put my own family on a secondary radar.

However, I had also gained something invaluable: a name, a connection, and confirmation that I wasn't alone.

» MISSION: 'CONTACT WITH ANCESTRAL CHAOS' – COMPLETED (PHASE 1)!

» REWARD: 'SENSITIVITY TO HISTORICAL TRAUMA' increased. You can now sense echoes of traumatic historical events in places or objects with strong emotional charge.

» CRITICAL INFORMATION OBTAINED: BEARER 'ITZTLI' (OBSIDIAN) – POTENTIAL ALLY/THREAT. STATUS: NEUTRAL-POSITIVE.

» NEW SUGGESTED OBJECTIVE: DEEPEN BOND WITH ITZTLI TO ACCESS LOST KNOWLEDGE ABOUT MEXICA MAGIC AND THE 'TEOTIHUACAN' EVENT (WHAT REALLY HAPPENED?).

» RENEWED WARNING: ANY PUBLIC INTERACTION WITH HER INCREASES RISK OF DETECTION BY COLONIAL AUTHORITIES (SECULAR AND ECCLESIASTICAL).

I curled up in my bed. I had chosen to introduce myself not with a given name, but with my magical essence (Ollin). And I had received in return an equally powerful and painful essence (Itztli). We weren't friends yet. We were two islands in the same hostile ocean, who had just recognized each other's lighthouses.

I realized that perhaps I didn't need to choose between Alejandro, Xóchitl, or Miguel. I could be all three. Or I could simply be Ollin, the walking destiny, the boy who sees, the bridge between worlds.

And in the darkness, I knew that Itztli, the Obsidian with sun hair, was also awake, thinking about the boy with earthquake eyes.

The game had begun. And the pieces were starting to move.