In a small village near a great sect, "Stupid mute, can't even speak, haha!" said a kid spitting on a kid that was clearly bleeding from his head. "I told you, mute, don't ever try to curse me with those strange hand signals."
Bleeding from his head, the kid began to black out on the ground while the other kid ran away, not knowing the situation. He made strange noises slowly until his breath came to a stop.
The kid's eyes opened suddenly, and he took a giant breath of air as if his lungs were empty. "What...where am I?" said the kid who suddenly became sober and functional. He looked around in confusion until he had a pain hit him like a piece of glass sliding through his brain.
His memories, as King Harold, overlapped with some memories of a mute kid, who could talk, but never attempted because he was hit in the head as a kid, making him a bit dumb.
"Did...I reincarnate? How, I clearly used the forbidden skill, this isn't possible."
Checking his body, he estimated that his age was around ten or eleven. Groaning, he got up and began to walk slowly as if he had just walked for the first time in his life. "I gotta get used to this body first, then I can find out the truth."
The villagers watched as the dead mute walked slowly to the river. They pitied him, but since he was the son of the betrayer, they didn't bother. Going back to their normal routine, Harold slowly picked up his weak body to the river.
Remembering when his mom would take him to the river to clean clothes, he followed the same path. Touching his head, he looked at his hands and found blood. "That kid is quite cruel, tch, but I guess the betrayer's son isn't a bad title, haha."
Harold found out that the kid's parents betrayed the village for some money, but in the end, the villagers found someone from a great sect to deal with the bandits and his parents, leaving him an orphan that nobody wants alive, nor wants.
"What a fate, my, my, heaven is quite cruel."
Harold reached the banks of the river and began to wash his face and hair, as well as his scrawny body. Looking down at the water, he saw a blonde-haired boy with blue eyes and a cute face.
Big round eyes with puffy cheeks, a dainty nose, and a small mouth. Skin with a bit of a tan because of not having a house or a place to stay. He usually begged for food and scavenged like a hunter.
Having no hunter skills, the only thing he could scrape up was eggs from birds, small insects, and food that was on the ground. He didn't dare steal because he once stole from a merchant and was whipped twenty times for two days.
This made him fear stealing, but Harold is different. Washing his hair, Harold felt his hunger roar like a lion. Sipping some water, it went down, but he had little to no energy since he had lost some blood as well.
Lying on the bank of the river bed, he thought about what if he just gave up right now, make it so this kid won't have to suffer any more, and for him to finally have peace. He realized, maybe this is fate, fate that he didn't have to be in nothingness...
Looking up at the setting sky, he saw that the moon was starting to rise from the ashes of the sun. Like the moon, he wanted to rise from the ashes of his former self, but he was so hungry and weak.
His muscles were fatigued from walking, his bones creaked, and his body protested any movement.
Slowing his breath a little, he began to use as little energy as possible. "Water can sustain me for a bit, but I have to try to get something to eat, or I will end my journey early."
He felt something particularly weird about this kid; he had some type of energy in his stomach, almost like magic, but a bit stronger. Feeling this new type of energy, he tried to move it like magic, but it didn't work.
He then tried to move it to his hands, but that also didn't work. The energy was complying, but not nearly enough. "I remember, one of my teachers taught me about the meridians and meditation."
Each human body has meridians, whether for magic to come out of, or to cast magic spells. It allows magic to flow freely within the human body; maybe it is the same for this new energy.
Harold then began to slowly breathe in and out, only focusing on his breath, nothing else, not even his hunger. The energy began to slowly move between his meridians, and he felt a bit more energized the more he began to cultivate.
His energy began to nourish his body slowly, making his hunger almost go away. In his pocket, Harold remembered he had a strange stone that his mom had given him as a present, saying it was a good item.
Groaning as he grabbed the stone, he had a strange marking on it. In a second of touching the stone, he felt a strong energy that began to fill his body. The same type of energy in his body, but it was stronger.
He quickly composed himself and sat up slowly, in a meditative stance. Both hands on either knee while the stone was in his left hand.
Some strange black liquid oozed out of his body slowly and ran into the river. Harold felt his body become cooler and lighter, his hunger slightly gone. He felt full of energy, enough to walk and run.
Feeling the stone in his left hand, after all the energy was left in it, the stone turned to dust and blew away in the wind. Slowly standing up, he jumped into the river once more and cleaned off all the impurities on his body.
Finally finishing, Harold walked out of the river like a new person, which is kind of ironic. "So, my name is Long Ying, what a weird name."
Not thinking too much about it, Ying began to find something to eat. His stomach was still growling like a starving wolf. Harold walked silently in the forest, trying to master his body to the best of his abilities at this moment.