Chương 2: Chapter: Days of Diapers
Being a child is not fun, not fun at all, and when I meet that god again, I'll rip his balls off—or whatever the equivalent of that is.
Now, some of you might say, "It's not that bad, is it?"
Well, let me tell you: yes, yes it is. Having to go through teething again was painful, and having to shit myself? That was embarrassing. But I'll admit, breastfeeding wasn't that bad for me. I don't know why, though, since most isekai stories describe it as the worst part. Maybe I'm just weird like that.
But enough of the complaining. Let me tell you about the person who had to deal with me as a child—literally, the person who took care of me in this new life. Her name was Bei Fiori, which I think is Italian. And my name, in this life, was Avid Fiori. My full name, though, was Avid Fiore del Sole—Avid, Flower of the Sun.
The woman who raised me was a tall, dark-skinned lady with hawk-like gold eyes. And I mean tall—she was about six feet and five centimeters. She was a human druid/fighter who, as the story goes, got a little too friendly with an elf and ended up having me. So, that makes me a half-elf.
You might be wondering, how the heck did I know all this about my mother? Well, it didn't take long to figure out. In the first few months of my life, I saw her use all sorts of magic. Like, she used fire magic to cook on a stove—a stove that looked straight out of ancient Greece. As for how I knew she was a druid? Well, one of her customers came in once, and while being healed by my mom's magic, he said, "Having a druid in this small village is sure useful." He was getting healed by her, I think with the spell {light Heal}.
And the fighter part? That one was pretty easy too. Mom made potions. The problem was, that she couldn't leave me at home alone, so she took me with her to gather herbs. One day, while we were out, she found a Barghest—a giant wolf with chains that it could control—and she didn't hesitate. She laid me down on a patch of flowers she made on the ground, and cast a {Force Barrier} over me—this bluish dome that shimmered like some kind of protective magic. Then, without breaking a sweat, she stabbed the wolf right in the ground with her sword and cast a paralyzing spell.
Honestly, it was terrifying how efficient she was at killing that thing. I was still so small and helpless, but there she was, handling it like she'd done it a thousand times. And just a few minutes later, I was gagging from the smell of the wolf's skin and the chains she stripped from its body. It wasn't the first time I'd seen something get skinned—believe me, I've seen it—but the smell always gets to me in the end.
After gathering the herbs, my mom casually grabbed Barghest's corpse in one hand and me in the other, carrying us both back like it was the most normal thing in the world. And that, my friends, was my life for the first year and a half.
By the time I could stand, walk, and speak, things got a bit more interesting. Since I seemed like a pretty smart kid to my mom, she started teaching me to read and write in the new language of this world. Strangely, I picked it up fast. In my previous life, I wasn't exactly a genius, but I think having the brain of a child made it easier to absorb new information. Learning seemed so natural, almost effortless.
Two more years passed, and by the time I was about four, my mom began teaching me magic—or rather, magic theory. According to her, I didn't have much mana yet because I was still a child. So instead of casting spells, I had to learn the foundations—starting with magic sigils.
Magic sigils are, essentially, the written language of magic. You know those glowing symbols you see inside magic circles when someone casts a spell? That's what sigils are—magical commands, written in a way that reality itself understands. Once I wrapped my head around that, magic started making a lot more sense to me.
To me, learning sigils felt oddly similar to learning programming back in my old life. Back then, I dabbled in coding from high school to college, and magic sigils are basically a programming language. Instead of telling a computer what to do, you're telling reality itself to change. The more complex the spell, the more "code" you need to write, and the more mana it consumes. That's why spells are ranked by tiers—it's all about the energy required to execute them.
After I got the basics down, I asked my mom to teach me my first spell: {Light Heal}. To me, {Light Heal} is like a beginner-level program—a spell written in manageable chunks with clear steps. Here's what I understood about it:
{Light Heal}
What It Does: A reliable spell for healing minor wounds. It generates a soft green light that soothes pain and restores a small amount of health. It can also remove minor poisons or fatigue.
How It Works:
Mana Cost: 5 mana points per cast.
Casting Time: 1.5 seconds.
Range: Effective up to 10 meters (about 30 feet).
Cooldown: Can be used again after 10 seconds.
What It Can Do:
Heal Minor Injuries: Restores 10-15% of health to one person.
Cure Light Conditions: Removes weak poisons, mild diseases, or magical fatigue. Each additional effect costs +2 mana.
Visual Effect: Creates a glowing green aura, signaling that healing is taking place.
When my mom explained it, the spell seemed straightforward. But when I saw how it was written out in sigils, it looked a lot more complicated. Honestly, it reminded me of trying to code a simple action in a game, like getting a block to move. Sure, the concept is simple, but the backend work is tedious.
Still, something about it felt natural to me. With my mom's guidance, I began practicing writing sigils and shaping mana into glowing symbols. It wasn't perfect at first, but every success—even a tiny one—made me feel like I was finally stepping into the world of magic.
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After a year of studying magic theory under my mom's strict lessons, she finally allowed me to cast my first spell—but only 0-tier spells, the most basic type. The first one I learned was {Produce Flame}.
{Produce Flame}
Type: Elemental Magic
Tier: 0 (Basic)
What It Does:
{Produce Flame} creates a small, flickering flame in the caster's hand. It's versatile—useful for providing light, starting fires, or even as a weak ranged attack when thrown.
How It Works:
Mana Cost: 1 mana point per use.
Duration: The flame lasts for 1 minute unless extinguished early.
Range: Can be thrown up to 5 meters (15 feet) to deal damage.
Cooldown: None; can be cast repeatedly, as long as you have mana.
What It Can Do:
Light Source: Illuminates a small area like a torch, with a 3-meter (10-foot) radius.
Start Fires: Can ignite flammable objects like wood, paper, or oil.
Weak Attack: When thrown, deals 5-7 fire damage to a target.
Safe to Hold: The flame doesn't harm the caster while it's in their hand.
That was the first of three spells my mom taught me. The second was {Light Writing}, which lets you write with your finger on any surface in any color. It's mostly for convenience, but I loved the utility of it. The third spell was {Cold Gust}, a spell that creates a refreshing burst of cold air—essential during the summer heat.
These spells might have been basic, but to me, they were exciting steps into the world of magic.
After five years in this world, though, my mother decided it was time for me to socialize. She caught me sneaking into her study for the third time, despite her repeated warnings not to. I had been engrossed in one of her old books, completely ignoring her rules, when she finally lost her patience.
"That's it!" she declared, dragging me out of the study. "You're leaving the house. Go make some friends."
I protested, of course. "Who needs friends?" I said defiantly. "Magic is my friend."
She looked at me with a mix of exasperation and amusement. "No. You need friends. And for the love of the gods, don't say magic is your friend again."
And just like that, I was unceremoniously kicked out of the house and told to explore our small village, Braut.
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Character Sheet: Avid Fiori
Name: Avid Fiore del Sole
Race: Half-Elf
Class: Not Chosen Yet
Level: 1
Age: 5
Background: Curious Child
Alignment: Neutral Good
Home Village: Braut
ProficienciesLanguages: CommonElvishMagic Sigil ScriptEquipmentWorn Items: Simple tunic and sandals.Gear: Small wooden wand (focus).Beginner's Spellbook (contains notes on 0-tier spells).Satchel with basic herbs (collected during outings with mother).A handmade talisman (a gift from his mother, offering sentimental value).Spells (Known)
Mana Pool: 10 (Low due to young age).
0-Tier Spells (Cantrips):
{Produce Flame}
A small flame that can illuminate, ignite flammable objects, or be thrown for weak damage.Mana Cost: 1 point per use.
{Light Writing}
Allows writing or drawing on any surface in glowing, colorful letters.Mana Cost: 1 point per use.
{Cold Gust}
Creates a burst of refreshing cold air. Useful for cooling down or minor crowd control.Mana Cost: 2 points per use.Background FeaturesHalf-Elf Traits:Darkvision: Can see in dim light within 60 feet as if it were bright light.Fae Ancestry: Advantage against being charmed.Personality TraitsInquisitive and driven by an insatiable curiosity about magic.Quick-witted but sometimes overly reliant on intellect rather than social skills.BondsDeeply admires his mother, Bei Fiori, and seeks to follow in her footsteps.FlawsStruggles with making friends or seeing the value in social connections. Overconfident in his knowledge, often disregarding practical experience
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