Capítulo 2: Age: 2. Family
I’m unsure of how much time has passed since then, but now, at least, I know what’s going on: I was reborn.
No idea how or why it happened.
Well, I mean, in my past life I had read about it. There was a whole genre of fiction dedicated to people being reborn into different cultures or eras and, of course, there were also those ‘self-help’ books about past lives and the continuation of life after death, but I never sincerely gave it much credit.
But now… now I sincerely don’t know what to think.
I was reborn into the past: somewhere in ancient Asia, but I still can’t figure out where or when. I never really studied the language, history, or culture, so I’m unsure as to where I truly am… not that it really matters, because I doubt I can go back to the future. The fastest thing in this world seems to be horses, so no chance of achieving the needed 88 miles per hour, and no DeLorean either.
As I ponder this, I sit on my current mother’s lap.
This woman is beyond beautiful. I sincerely don’t know how I lucked out with my current parents: My father is a big man with a winning smile, he’s around his thirties and seems to be somewhat important, because many people are coming and going from his study every day; yet despite all the work he does, he always seems to have time to spend with mother and me, unlike my own father from my previous life who was so busy making money to actually see his children.
My current mother, as I stated before, is a drop-dead gorgeous woman with a melodious voice that is just a minor part of her charm. She can’t help but smile when her eyes land on me, and despite the fact that I still can’t understand a word they’re saying, most of the time I get the feeling behind it, so I can say that I somewhat understand what she means.
I don’t seem to have more siblings, which serves me just right, because I wouldn’t know what to do with them in my current state, but I have seen plenty of different faces to know that there are many people living with us.
The only problem of being reborn like I did, is having the mind of a 36-year-old man inside the body of an infant. No matter how much I want to do or say, this body simply can’t handle it and I, more often than not, sleep my life away.
I’ve resigned myself to learning what I can from the people around me while my body gets slowly accustomed to being alive.
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More time has passed.
I must be somewhere around two years old.
My sense of time is skewed since my days are spent exploring this curious world I find myself in.
These people don’t celebrate birthdays as I did in my other life: yes, there is a party, food, and presents but no cake and no candles and, while I understand the language better, there are still many gaps in my knowledge.
At least I made my mother laugh and smile the first time I said “Mama” to her, which I believe is the equivalent of ‘mother’.
I sincerely don’t care if it’s not, since it made her shine that precious smile down at me.
I’ve also spent some more time with my father who I believe is named Shen He Long. I’ve seen him write many letters each day, he has also taken me out of the gigantic home where we live to visit the surrounding towns and forests. He seems to be in charge of a group of armed men, probably soldiers, since they all wear the same black uniforms and armors, who I’ve seen hanging around the house every day. Sometimes a bald man in white clothes comes home and he sequesters my father for hours before he leaves in a palanquin to who knows where.
Many defer to that man but there are also plenty of pity stares sent his way, for some reason.
“Shen Mu, darling, what are you doing?”
I turn around to see my mother sitting on her knees to look at me while her hand gently pats the top of my head.
“Mother!” I smiled and hugged her then point to the thing on the ground “read”
My dearest mother blinks in surprise and looks at what I’m pointing at.
My chubby baby fingers are hard to use and my mind wanders more often than not, but I’ve been able to somewhat work around that to begin training myself in learning the written language.
I wasn’t an author in my past life for nothing. And I sincerely miss writing poems and stories for my blog. So here I am, a lifetime later, trying to do the same thing.
Mother looks at the poorly drawn characters and beams down at me, although I can sense a great deal of surprise coming from her.
“You did this, honey?”
I think the coal stains on my hands are proof enough, but still, I nod at her.
She hugs me “This mother is pleasantly surprised. Her boy is so intelligent.”
‘Ah, flattery will get you anywhere’
My little practice session was cut short when my mother noticed how dirty my hands and arms were and I was thus carried to bathe.
I resigned to my fate.
Capítulo 3: The invitation
Seasons come and seasons go, that’s the easiest way for me to calculate time.
Six winters have passed since I was born.
I’ve long since learned to read and write and on top of my literary classes, I’ve had to learn martial arts and meditation.
Only after coming here did I understand just how pampered we are in the future.
At this age, no noble boy can live without learning martial arts… in my past life the closest I ever was to knowing martial arts were Hollywood movies and anime.
In here, “one’s body is a temple and we must work to care and strengthen our link to divinity” that was the first-ever lesson I got from the kung-fu master coming to the house to teach me.
If I were my past self, the intensity of the exercises I normally perform now would have probably killed me. This body, however, is incredibly flexible and I love the feeling of freedom and strength I get from every exercise I do. If gym freaks get this rush from working out, no wonder they spend their lives pushing and pulling weights!
But there are no gym subscriptions in this place. Here, the teachers come to me every day to teach all they can in their not-so-limited time.
As a noble, society has many expectations of my young self. I’m supposed to continue my father’s career as a servant of the emperor. I’m also supposed to be knowledgeable, fair, compassionate and honorable, while still remaining myself.
I am also very fond of books, but there isn’t much variety. Most literature I’ve found is about war, martial arts, cultivation (whatever that is because it appears to hold no relationship with plants), or romantic fiction for females. There are no fantasy sagas and of course no science-fiction.
I might be doing the world a favor by writing something innovative.
Fortunately, practicing martial arts and the discipline behind them aids my creativity, so it’s a win-win for all.
My teachers are pleased by my dedication, I’m pleased by my quick progress in both areas, and my parents are pleased by their genius son.
“Young master” I heard the voice of my MA teacher calling me as I finished the kata I was taught that same day. As soon as I stop, a younger boy comes and hands me a towel so I can clean the sweat from my face.
I turned to the old man “How did I do, Master Fa?”
“Excellent as always, young master. This teacher is honored to have such a talented student.” That’s one thing I still have issues with. Most people here talk in the third person when they refer to themselves as formal speech.
“The honor is mine for having such a knowledgeable teacher” I bowed my head with a wushu salute, and he returned the gesture with a more pronounced bow.
He keeps smiling “young master, the Emperor’s eunuch is here, and Master Shen is calling for your presence in his study.”
I sigh.
The bald man I mentioned earlier turned out to be the royal Eunuch, a messenger from the Imperial Family that comes and goes at their bidding. This past year, my father has requested my presence every time the man appears in our home. I always feel like I’m being put on the spot whenever he comes because my father loves to boast about how intelligent his son is.
I gave the towel to the servant who then rushed to the house, probably to fix my bath and clothes to receive the imperial messenger.
Before exiting the training room, I looked at my teacher “Master, will you teach me how to cultivate my spirit?”
Master Fa smiles pleasantly but doesn’t seem surprised. It seems he had been waiting for me to ask that. “Of course, young master. I shall bring the books with me tomorrow.”
I bathed and dressed quickly and went to my father’s study, where a servant announced my presence, and I was soon admitted.
“Good afternoon, master Sun, Father.” I bowed to both, still unsure as to how I was supposed to greet the messenger, so I gave him a polite bow.
The eunuch smiled for a change, as did my father.
“Master Shen speaks highly of you,” the eunuch said, still looking at me. His smile was polite, but I could sense a glint of untruthfulness from his eyes. It would do me good to take his words with a grain of salt. “Even at court, your talents are known”.
Even I knew that answering arrogantly was not a good idea, “It is all thanks to the teaching of my family and masters. Father is a great man, and I can only hope that someday I will be as strong or talented as the great General Shen.”
My words made my father smile further. He placed a hand over my head “The empress has sent a word with Sun here: we have been invited to the palace for the third son’s birthday.”
Ah, so that’s what it was. My father is well known in court, it was to be expected that his family was invited to a party. It must mean that the third prince is close to my age, so that’s why they’re taking me this time.
“Does mother know?” I asked, using the same innocent act that has served me much in this life.
“Not yet. Be a good boy and tell your mother and siblings.”
“Yes, father.” I bowed to both again and left the room.
As soon as I was out of earshot, I sighed.
It would seem that my cultivation would have to wait for a few days.
I walked back to the house intending to search for my mother, when a pink torpedo impacted my chest, stopping me in my tracks.
“Ge-ge!”
Ah yes. How could I ever forget about this tiny source of chaos?
I’m the first of three children, so far. This one here is Shen Zhi Ruo, my younger sister. She’s three years old and very cute, but also mischievous. I sincerely fear for the man who will marry her in the future.
“Mei-Mei, where is mother?”
She pouted at me. She probably wants to play with me but knows that if we go to mother, she will be scolded for running in the halls.
“Ge-ge play with me!”
I pet her on the head, and she smiled. “I will, but I must talk to mother first.”
“Come then!”
She took my hand and pulled me around the house until we found mother, who’s breastfeeding the youngest addition to the family. Shen Yin was born a few months ago, and like myself at that age, does nothing but sleep and eat. He is a normal boy though and shows no desire for anything other than eating and sleeping. I’ve tried talking to him in English and Spanish, but there is no sign of recognition, so I’m thinking that I’m the only weird one in the family.
Then again, how often is an old man reborn with his memories intact? Most people think I’m a genius, when in fact, I’m the product of two school systems: the scientific-minded of the 21st century, and the spiritually-minded of this age. In pure knowledge of the world, I have at least two thousand years of advantage, so I can focus my mind on learning about the spirit-body connection that this culture is so famous for, and still come out on top in everything else most of the time.
“Mama! Ge-ge’s here!” Zhi grins, sitting beside our mother, and gazes lovingly at the small bundle that’s her new brother.
My still beautiful mother looks at me with surprise. Normally, I would still be training at this time. Of course, one look at my fancy clothes and she understands.
“Mother” I smiled and bowed to her. “We have been invited to the third prince’s birthday.”
“Dearest Mu, must you be so cold to your mother?” she scolds me lightly for being so formal with her.
I must still be influenced by the clothes I’m wearing to forget that she’s always preferred me being warmer with her.
I can’t help but blush a little as I scratch the back of my head. “Sorry.” She, of course, laughs at me, but in truth, I prefer her light teasing. It helps me remember that there are two environments in this life: family and work, and both have different rules.
“Ge-ge, can we play now?”
I rolled my eyes at the hopeful tone of my baby sister, making mother laugh.
“Yes mei-mei, let’s go.”
Thus, I get pulled into taking care of my baby sister while the servants fuss about to comply with my mother’s orders to prepare for our departure.
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