When I wasn't used to my own body, my movements were clumsier than I would have liked them to be. In the first weeks, I managed to get used to it. Even with the memories of my past life, I still didn't feel that my body was truly mine.
Which was very strange, since I had lived five years with this body and, when my memories returned, I simply couldn't move as before.
Now, after two years, I don't feel any difference anymore. Now, I feel that my body belongs to me. This is a strange feeling, one more among the many I have felt.
Now I also feel that I am part of this family. Jasly was like my sister, a sister I never had. In fact, I had three sisters and two brothers in my past life, but they were distant. No, they weren't distant, I was, because of the isolation my family made me go through. From an early age, I was taken away for my Demon Lord training, so I couldn't blame my siblings for not treating me like their brother.
Actually, I wasn't totally isolated, I always had my companions by my side and that helped me, at least in some aspects.
Now I wonder where they are. I don't know if only I ended up in this world or if everyone came together. For now, I can only train and get stronger. Maybe one day I will meet them again. What I can't do is stand still and let things happen.
I learned more about how the use of mana worked. I also learned how to maximize magic and how to increase mana, but it's something time consuming, so it required a lot of patience, as well as a lot of mental effort.
Silas is very helpful, not only with me, but with all his students. Thalya was also helpful, but she treated me as if I were a villain from some romance. But only when we were training, that's why I managed to live with her, even though she had already broken two of my ribs. Even with the wooden sword, she managed to cause me injuries I had never suffered even with the best sword. I don't know if she is very skilled or if, in this world, this is what is expected of a swordsman.
In my world, even the best would have problems with her. I believe even the great hero would suffer. That scares me and, at the same time, comforts me. I learned some things that, with all certainty, could help the demons. Actually, I don't even know if it would be possible to replicate some moves there, because I feel my body different. Even having gotten used to it, the sensation is still different from the body I had, even at the same age, so it may be that the beings of this world are more resistant and stronger. This is nothing more than pure speculation, something I don't like to do and, at the same time, I can't control myself not to do.
Training was giving results, until the day when a friend of the family asked to spend a few days at the house. She was a little strange, but she had a very attractive body, her breasts were large, very large, which was strange for someone so strong and with such defined muscles. When she found out that I was training with swords, she asked to be my tutor. Thalya agreed, she seemed to want a break, so she left me alone with her friend.
She was sadistic. She gave me no rest and didn't let me attack. She was fast, very fast. Even with a wooden sword, I was almost being killed. I discovered a small opening, but she did it on purpose. She managed to strike me and, with the blow, some bones were broken. She had a smile on her face, she seemed to have enjoyed it. She placed her hands on me and, little by little, I was healed. She was gentle. When I stood up, she pulled my cheeks and gently laughed.
"You will soon get used to it, soon you will be able to keep up with me, but it takes time," her voice was calm, which contrasted with the personality she had shown before. And with her movements, she wasn't breathless, even after several consecutive strikes. Her lungs were incredible.
When I stood up, she began her attacks and her sadism took over her entire body. I lost count of how many bones I broke. Actually, how many of my bones she broke. When she healed me, she had a kind look and voice, but when she trained me, she was the reincarnation of all evil. Which was, at the very least, curious. But I understood, showing compassion on the battlefield would only cause your death. But I was still a child and she should have only trained me.
We continued training until my physical and mental exhaustion. Silas managed to convince her to let me rest. If it depended only on her, I think she would kill me.
Before I thought Thalya was very strong, but this woman was much more. She didn't seem human. Her movements and her magic were impressive. My eyes couldn't keep up. I soon realized that it is better to have her as a friend than as an enemy.
After a few days of training, I discovered her full name: Bedelia Gideon, daughter of a baron to whom my family owed a fortune. Luckily, she thinks I am just a son out of wedlock, or just someone Silas and Thalya adopted. I hope it stays that way.
But what impressed me most was not that, but the position she holds. She is an SS-rank adventurer, which makes her one of the strongest people in the entire Kingdom, as well as the whole continent.
I received a blow that made me feel as if my neck had been cut. A darkness formed and, when I woke up, I saw Silas and Bedelia staring at me.
I was lying on the ground and my body was covered in blood.
"You are still very weak," Bedelia said as she helped me up.
"What happened?"
"I cut off your head and you kind of died, but you were resurrected by Silas. My mana is too small for me to be able to use that spell."
"What do you mean I died?"
"She was reckless and ended up cutting off your head, as she said. You did in fact die, but it is possible to resurrect someone as long as you know the right spell and the body is still in good condition."
At first, I found it strange, even more so for the time I took to get up. At another moment, Silas said that, the first time, I took long to wake up because I was very weak and, in a way, he was right. Now, I was relatively strong and, therefore, my body managed to recover quickly.
The days went by and Bedelia remained in the village. She began to live in the house and, sometimes, visited my room to see if I was still in one piece. The way she treated me made me happy, it was like a violent mother who worried about her children.
After some time it stopped being motherly treatment, since she came with sleepwear, they were short and she had nothing underneath, I could see more than I should, she made a point of teasing me and sometimes she took off her clothes and lay down next to me and we slept together, nothing happened, just her exaggerating a little.
She began to take some jobs in the city and, with that, managed to establish herself here.
Time went by and, when I realized it, I was already almost 12 years old and I had already died more times than I could count. But that helped me and made me stronger and less afraid of combat. Not that I was afraid, but, when you are fragile, avoiding combats is the best thing to do.
One day Silas arrived with some new books. He gave them to me and asked me to study all the content.
My desk was full of sheets of paper, ink, and a pen. It had been many years since I sat in a chair and studied. That was nostalgic, but at the same time it upset me.
Later, I understood the reason for this. Jasly was also studying, because Silas, Thalya, and Bedelia also wanted us to go to Altharieth Academy, the greatest school of magic in the whole Kingdom and one of the best on the continent. The school was expensive, but if you have talent, you can get in for free. But, somehow, Silas wasn't worried about that. I didn't have a single coin. Although he seemed to have money, I don't think he had enough to pay for my studies at the Academy.
I still had a few months to improve my skills in magic and swordsmanship, as well as enough time to study, since that would be necessary. It wasn't possible to enter only knowing how to use magic, the person needed some knowledge.
I was considered a scholar in my world, so I thought I could be at least minimally intelligent and pass this exam that 12-year-olds could pass.
That was my thought, but studying was being more tiring and boring than I remembered it to be. Studying had always been boring, but I had had motivations in my past life. Maybe I need to discover some motivation in this world. It's not like I don't have any, I just don't know if what I want will be achieved only by entering a school of magic.