Capítulo 1: Chapter 1: A New Beginning
The battlefield was silent, a stark contrast to the chaos that had raged just moments before. Blood-soaked earth and broken bodies bore witness to the fierce clash between two of the most powerful shinobi the world had ever known. In the center of the devastation, I lay on my back, my chest heaving with labored breaths.
Naruto's face hovered over me, a mix of sorrow and relief etched into his features. "Sasuke…," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.
I tried to respond, but my vision blurred, and the world faded into darkness. The cold embrace of death took hold, pulling me away from the life I had known.
Suddenly, there was light. Blinding, brilliant light. My eyes fluttered open to see two figures standing over me, their voices a jumble of sounds I couldn't understand.but I could hear my name being called, but before I could comprehend what was happening, my consciousness, faded again.
Two months later
I found myself staring out the window from my bed, lost in thought. "How did this happen?" I wondered. Since regaining my memories a month ago, I don't know if it's an illusion or real.
I tried various methods to make sense of it. I checked for illusions but couldn't sense my chakra anymore, and my Sharingan and Rinnegan had disappeared too. Instead, I could feel two strange energies that I can't really explain. Unlike chakra, these energies are in the air.
Before I could delve deeper into my thoughts, someone lifted me. "Sasu, it's time to change, hehe," said my new mother, Alice Leywin. Her brown hair framed her glowing brown eyes, and her warm smile felt comforting. Although I felt embarrassed that someone was changing me and seeing my parts, somehow I enjoyed it. I don't know why, but I could feel something warm inside me.
Alice carefully set me down and turned to my brother. "Art, it's your turn now, hehe," she said, helping him with his clothes.
I still couldn't fully understand her, maybe because this body is not fully developed, but I recognized the names of my new family members based on their interactions. Despite my underdeveloped ears, it was clear that my new father often tried to get me and Arthur to call him "papa," while Alice insisted it was too soon for babies to speak.
After a few minutes, Alice finished. "All done. Now, you two, it's sleeping time," she said, looking at us before heading to the kitchen to prepare a meal for her husband, who would be home soon.
As I watched my mother leave, I felt embarrassed by my lack of control over my own body. But just like Naruto showed me, willpower is everything. After some struggling, I shifted my position to see my younger brother, who is only five minutes younger than me, looking at Arthur. Something in me feels that I should protect him. Is this what Itachi felt when he saw me, I wonder.
Suddenly, Arthur turned and smirked at me. I didn't always understand why, but it seemed like he was trying to say hello, maybe. I can't say for sure since I never understand babies.
However, because of my undeveloped body, exhaustion overtook me, and my eyelids grew heavy. Soon, I fell asleep.
Three months later
i laid on my belly i look at my new father throwing Arthur up and then catching him. I could already see it was going to end badly if he dropped Arthur. After a few minutes, our mother came in and saw this. "REY, what are you going to do if he falls?" Mother shouted at Father. In her surprise, Father stopped, which gave her relief. However, Father didn't stop there; he began to swing Arthur to the right at a fast speed, and Arthur began to cry. Father stopped completely—it seemed Arthur had hit his leg.
"We're going to have a talk after this, you idiot," Mother said as she took Arthur from Father. "Oh my baby, shh," she said to calm Arthur down, her palm emitting a green light. As I watched this, I was surprised. She could use one of the energies, and what she did resembled a healing jutsu but only resembled it. I could feel it was not the same at all.
Two mothes later
The market bustled with activity as people haggled over goods and strolled through the crowded stalls. I was comfortably nestled in my new father's arms, observing the lively scene. Arthur was being carried by our mother, Alice, who seemed to have mastered the art of balancing shopping and caring for us. Despite the chaos around us, a sense of calm filled me.
Over the past two months, I had been experimenting with absorbing the two strange energies that now filled my body. Unlike chakra, which flows throughout the entire body, these energies combined to form something akin to a core. However, the more I absorbed, the more cores appeared, each one absorbing the others in a complex dance. I quickly realized that pushing myself to absorb more could be detrimental. The constant formation and absorption of these cores were taking a toll on my body.
To mitigate the strain, I decided to limit my absorption to once every two weeks, allowing my body to rest and recover. Even with this reduced rate, the energies had strengthened my body. I could feel the difference in my physical strength and endurance, though the process remained far from perfect. and now i can walk perfecly thanks to that but i began to enjoy being carried, I didn't tell anyone yet and if i do they will treat me weird as a baby that is only 7 monthes old to walk.
As we continued through the market, I watched with fascination as people went about their daily lives. The mages, with their staffs and spellcasting, intrigued me. Their energy manipulation seemed to differ from the healing techniques I had seen Mother use. While her green light resembled a healing jutsu, it felt fundamentally different from the chakra-based techniques I was used to.
The bustling market was a stark contrast to the endless fighting of my past life and the struggles I had endured. Here, life went on with its own rhythm, and I found myself adapting to this new world. I finally felt happy, something I hadn't experienced in a long time. I just hoped this sense of contentment would last forever.
Two years later
Alice leywin pov:
Arthur had to be the most adorable baby, and Sasuke had to be the most handsome, just like his grandpa. I'm not saying this just because I'm a doting mother.
Arthur, with his scruffy little patch of glowing auburn hair and playful eyes that almost radiate a blue light, seems to exude an intelligent charm. At times, his gaze feels almost perceptive.
And Sasuke, with his black hair and pitch-black eyes that emit an aura of intelligence and curiosity, looks so innocent yet profound. At times, his eyes seem as if he could look straight into your heart.
No, no, I told you, I'm not a doting mother. I plan to be a strict and just mother. I can't rely on my husband to teach my little boys any common sense. For heaven's sake, he tried to teach my babies how to fight when they could barely crawl!
Unlike Sasuke, that little rascal, the moment he became mobile, he started to be so handful. I was so proud of him when he started crawling, just like how I was with Sasuke, but at that time, I didn't know he would be so handful as soon as he became mobile.
I swear, there's not a single moment where I can take my eyes off of him before he crawls into the study room. How weird. We made sure to buy them lots of stuffed animals and wooden toys to play with, but he always ends up going to the study room. THAT, at least, was directly opposite of his father, seeing how Reynolds almost gravitates away from texts longer than the weekly newspaper. Now, his brother follows him too, although not as often, but still, what should I do? Looking at how excited he got when we went out to town, I decided to go shopping for food once every other day instead of twice a week. I took Sasuke too, but it seems he doesn't like it so much. His eyes don't sparkle, and he doesn't want to explore it. Most of the time, I let him stay with his father or with his stuffed toys.
No no, I told you, I'm not a doting mother . This is for his education of the outside world and for fresh food in the house . Yeah haha . . . that's it.
I wish Sasuke would show interest in things, unlike Arthur, who seems to be fascinated by everything. I can't get enough of seeing Arthur's head, which seems so disproportionate to his little body, turning left and right as he tries to take everything in. He seems particularly intrigued by his father's practices.
Although I don't want either of them to become adventurers, it would be nice if Sasuke showed more interest in things and if Arthur's obsession could shift to something else. However, if Arthur decides to pursue that path, I will support him regardless.
Reynolds was a pretty competent adventurer back in the day. Being a B-class adventurer by the age of twenty-eight was actually a pretty fast climb. Acquiring an E-class rank, the lowest rank, required taking a test to prevent us from sending eager but ignorant adolescents to their deaths. As for the higher ranks, I've only seen a couple of A-class adventurers in my years of working there, and I've yet to see an S-class adventurer, assuming they actually exist.
Working at the Adventurer Guild, or what we just called the Guild Hall, back then in Valden, I got to see too many eager teens. I swear, I was surprised they didn't float away from having their overly inflated egos get to their heads.
At least they were ambitious.
One time, I was assigned to proctor a basic practical exam, where the examinee had to simply demonstrate fundamental competency in their mana manipulation, but before the test had even begun, the kid fell straight onto his back because the sword he was carrying had been too heavy for him.
Talking about airheads, Reynolds sure came off as one back then . The moment he saw me in the Guild Hall, his jaw literally dropped and he just stood there until the guy in line behind him elbowed him to hurry up . He hurriedly wiped away his drool and managed to mumble a " . . . h . . .hi…. can I trade in th . . . . the stuff for the mission?" I just giggled as he turned beet red from embarrassment . He managed to gather up the courage to ask me out for dinner and we just hit it off from there . Even now, I can't help but smile when I see his droopy, blue puppy eyes looking at me.
Art somehow wound up with both of our redeeming traits, making him that much more adorable. You should see him when I have to change his diapers. I don't know why, but he starts turning red in his cheeks and covers his face with his tiny little fingers.
The same goes for my handsome Sasuke. Although he looks a lot like my father, if Father were with him here, you could say it's his son rather than mine and Rey's. His pale white skin gets red when I change his diapers, but unlike Arthur, he doesn't cover his face.
Can babies at this age get embarrassed?
The next landmark that made it to my baby journal—which is purely for educational purposes, by the way, and not because I am a doting mother—was not because he said "mama" first. Although I was a bit sad that Sasuke mentioned "dad" first, I suppose I couldn't win everything.
The same goes for Rey. He was happy because Sasuke said his name, but also a bit sad that Arthur didn't.
The rest of the year went by pleasantly with my sons sticking by me wherever I went and frequently looking out the window to see his father practice after dinner . I'm glad Reynolds gave up being an adventurer and instead took up a post as a guard nearby for our town . Being an adventurer may have brought in more money, but not knowing when or if my husband would come home was not worth any amount of extra money . More so after that incident . . .
To our relief, little Art and little Sasu never got sick. However, I would often find Arthur sitting still on his butt with his eyes closed. At first, I thought he was having trouble relieving himself, but after checking a few times, I realized that wasn't the case.
The same goes for Sasuke. For a period of time, he did this too, but then he stopped. Now, we often find him laying down quietly with his eyes closed. I checked to see if something was wrong, but it seems he just likes to keep his eyes closed.
Although it worries me, these moments only last a couple of minutes, and in the end, both of them are very happy.
And I'm always happy when they're happy, so I let it be.
Ahem Not a doting mother.
pov end
I'm frustrated because it feels like my core has hit a blockage. I don't really understand what's going on. Maybe it's because my body can't hold enough mana, and the other type of energy—I learned that one is called mana, but I still don't know what the other one is. Anyway, it's preventing my true core from forming properly. I only need a bit more energy to complete it, just like in the book. But right now, there's not much I can do about it. I'm still just a baby, after all. It's not a problem for now. Eventually, I'll find a solution.
"Hmm, why does my heart pound so fast?" I thought, noticing my skin had goosebumps. My heart raced even faster, and then—
BOOM!
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