บท 1: Childish flame
This place is truly beautiful, with the soothing sun and the tranquil nature buzzing with the sounds proclaiming the miracle of life. Even though I'm aware that I'm in a strange situation, I can't help but close my eyes, relax my entire body, and just enjoy what the world has always had to offer the most beautiful. I wake up several hours later with a pain in my stomach and the sound of it begging me to find something to eat.
Easier said than done when you're a baby abandoned in a crib in the middle of the forest, and the fact that just the day before yesterday I was a full-grown adult doesn't help much. How on earth am I going to get out of this? It's not a dream; as bizarre as the situation is, it's real, I'm convinced now. I try to move a bit to at least see what's around me, I'm only aware of what's above me.
To my surprise, I manage to stand up. Despite my hunger and young age, I feel full of energy.
This situation is becoming increasingly strange. I manage to rise a bit by leaning on the edge of my crib, and in doing so, my foot hits something. I look down and see that my blanket seems to be hiding something quite large. I stretch my little baby arms, and after precisely three tries, I lift the blanket a bit. I see something light blue with lots of flame-shaped patterns.
It looks like a magnificent sculpture. No doubt, it's absolutely beautiful.
'A treasure...' i tought.
'My parents abandoned me here, with the destiny either to die of hunger, be eaten by some carnivore, but on the bright side of things, I have a treasure..." Angry, I lie back down and contemplate what awaits me when night falls in a few minutes.
After a few minutes of reflection, I come to the very pertinent conclusion that I will probably also die from the cold...
I pull the blanket towards me with my little arms, thankfully it's not far away, and I try to fall asleep. Whatever happens on this probably last night, I would like to be at least inconscious to not witness it. Luckily, I fall asleep very easily, a baby advantage, I suppose.
But I wake up in the morning with a pain in my stomach and the accompanying noise.
"Either my death will be even longer, or it's my chance to find civilization," this thought crosses my mind before remembering that I am a baby only a few days old.
"Moreover, why am I not dead yet? Any other baby would have passed away long ago." I pondered this mystery for a few minutes before giving up and attributing it to the bizarre situation. With a bit of determination, I stand up even more easily than yesterday, causing my crib to shake.
"What the..." but my thoughts are interrupted by the sight of the treasure that has been uncovered. I look for a few seconds before coming to the conclusion:
"It's a fruit." A very strange fruit with dozens of small blue flame-like patterns and golden branches on top, resembling a pineapple.
I look at it with doubt; it's a very strange fruit, maybe even poisoned.
"But it seems familiar; I'm sure I've seen it somewhere..." probably in a documentary or an illustrated book, I trust my instinct, and given that I have absolutely no other choice, I manage to pick it up. This would be impossible for a baby of my age, but I attribute it to all the peculiarities. I bring it to my little mouth and take a bite, feeling its texture in my palate, or rather, in my gums.
'?' I'm confused before realizing, 'I don't have teeth...' I start to get the feeling that fate is not only against me; it must be a hidden camera somewhere a this point. I thought with amusement.
I ponder for a moment and come up with a solution.
Rethinking all the things I can do, I figure I might be able to crush the fruit a bit to drink the juice. I sit down and place the fruit between my two legs, also provided by a penis by the way.
"Thank goodness," I sigh, recalling the relief I felt when I checked yesterday. I manage to secure the fruit between my legs and use both hands to press one end at the top of the fruit.
And I succeed. Luckily, I press it just enough for only a bit of juice to come onto my small hands, and nothing is wasted by falling. I bring my hand to my mouth, praying that I don't have any dangerous bacteria on my hands. With a baby's immune system, a newborn can easily succumb to an illness.
Out of respect for a tradition as old as the world, I suck my thumb first. As soon as the liquid touches my palate, I spit out it back, standing up abruptly, hitting the side of my crib, and falling to the ground.
I don't care in the slightest about the slight pain in my body, and I start to spit and drool as much as I can without actually vomiting due to my empty stomach. The taste is not just horrible; it surpasses the boundaries of what is humanly possible.
After a few minutes of only managing to spit out air, I rise from the ground without much difficulty. I turn around and see the fruit disappearing...?
The part I pressed has vanished, and the rest of the fruit is gradually becoming ethereal, dispersing in the wind.
Before I can even be confused, information appears directly in my head. I have just eaten a Tori Tori no Mi Model: Phoenix, a fruit that grants me the abilities of a mythological being: the phoenix.
I take a few seconds to reflect and come to the conclusion: 'I am no longer in my original world...'
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