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His first coherent thought comes when he exits the warmth that has been cocooning him for as long as he could remember.
It’s like a programming of sorts , he muses later on, after cataloging everything that happened within the span of two minutes. Like automatically opening a file after the download finishes.
His comprehension is a gradual build-up, as his mind compartmentalizes the sudden chill that wracks his body, the overwhelming introduction of his other senses, the information that suddenly bombards his head. It takes him a while to properly think.
I am Mahito , is the first coherent thought his mind tells him.
His second coherent thought tells him, No, that’s not right.
And then, the memories follow.
This body’s name is Mahito, but his soul echoes another name— a much more familiar, older one, because once upon a time, he used to be someone else.
Once upon a time, in another world, there was an ordinary boy who would never age past fifteen. Yet, his story somehow has both ended and continued.
Reincarnation; what a novel way to discover it by experiencing it yourself , he near-maniacally laughs to himself, as he studies his reflection on a stray glass shard in an abandoned warehouse.
Still an albino , he observes. A teenaged body with shoulder-length white hair and blindingly pale skin— always standing out, always different, always visible in a way he never wanted to be. However…
The eyes are the windows of the soul, he remembers the popular saying. It's just ironic that his current body got everything right about his soul except for his eyes. What once were light grayish blue eyes are now split into two colors— the right eye now colored a cloudy gray, and the left now a deep blue.
… He supposes the patchwork skin is a stark difference too, but, eh, details. That’s not even mentioning his ‘pants’, which is really just his legs colored black that gives the illusion of having pants. He doesn’t even have a shirt on to hide the stitches that connect his torso to his limbs.
A vague feeling makes him consider that he may not be human in this life.
It takes an experimental stroll outside for this idea to cement.
Initially, his plan was to ask for help from authorities. Or maybe just carry out a brief recon to understand where and when he is in this new life.
However, the moment he steps foot on the populated streets that’s apparently in Japan, he stares at the baffling sight before him.
As an albino, he always did have awful eyesight, due to the lack of pigment in his eyes. It was easily rectified by prescription glasses in his old life, and now this body has cured it overall. But even then, he doesn’t think he has seen anything so clearly and intricately.
Souls , something Innate tells him. Their self and emotions and energy— Cursed Energy.
He sees it all: the low leveled curses littering the streets, the birds perching on top of stalls and telephone wires, the humans going through their day-to-day lives. They all beckon to him, and his hands twitch by his sides.
Oh , he blinks dumbfoundedly. I’m that Mahito.