My Reincarnation Life's

Early in my life

Today, I am one year old. I can talk and walk. My memories in the old world seemed to carry over into this world. But hand skills like writing and painting, I still can't. Maybe my physique is not balanced to do it. And somehow I still can't control my crying when I feel pain. But, even though my body is like this, I am quite happy to be here.

My mom is really pretty. Her long hair was very fine. His personality is also very gentle. She played a very good role as a mother. And my dad was pretty good too. I once heard a story from my mother. Said my father was the best swordsman in the kingdom. But he stopped being a knight to spend time with me and my mother. Now my father became a sword teacher and taught in the courtyard near my house. But sometimes his personality is a bit obscene to my mother. I don't know what made my mother accept her as her husband. Dad, you're a lucky man.

I walk through my modest house. My house is made of wood. With simple and potluck furniture. Suddenly I stumbled on something. When I was about to fall I was held by my mother. My mother smiled at me when I saw her.

“Be careful when walking Alvin.” he said as he stroked my head. I nodded slowly and walked in guided by my mother.

“Where are you going Alvin?” ask her while walking.

“I want to see dad.”

Once on the field, I sat on my mother's lap in a wooden box. We both saw my father practicing by himself. About 10 m in front of my father was a straw man. Dad took a swing. His mouth said something. Instantly, he quickly stepped closer to the scarecrow. My eyes can't even keep up with my father's speed. Then his mouth said something again. This time his voice was heard by me. “Triple Slash.” without blinking I observed it. But the movement was really very fast. In an instant, my father was already behind the straw scarecrow.a few seconds later, the scarecrow split into 6 pieces. My mother and I applauded after witnessing her skills. Dad approached us with a smile. Glad to be praised by the person he loves the most. When Dad was in front of us, he asked me.

“Alvin, you know why the scarecrow can be cut up to 6 parts?.” he asked as he pointed his sword at the cut-up individual.

I confidently answered it. “That's because dad cut straight up the first slash and straight to the side in the last two slashes.”

My mom and dad looked at each other. They can't believe what they're seeing. His one-year-old son could think as smart as an adult. They also smile at each other. Happy for the intelligence of his son.

“You are indeed a smart boy Alvin.” This was the first time I was praised even since I was in my former world. I'm happy to be here. And I will make the most of my second life.