WHATTHEFUCK!?
WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SEE!?
The wind passing through my hair sounds defeating in the silence, the pure silence in the hill as the rain finally stops.
I stand there.
Weak, short, a random fucking two years old, staring at my grandfather that just cut a log in less than a second.
What...what?
What?
What?
I turn my head around, wondering if it's a prank, if something weird just happened, if...if, if what?
Since when does people can move like that?
Since when!?
I take a deep breath trying to calm my heart, the one beating in my chest, I can hear it, beating hard, really hard, I can hear the sound of the thumping through my ears.
I can hear it, my skin gets itchy as my temperature rises. And my eyes lock on the crowd inside the academy.
The crowd of children that barely seems surprised, that...are used to seeing this.
What?
It's...
A cute laugh escapes me, my shoulders dropping down as I feel the tension leaving my body, the usual pain flowing through my body completly forgotten after what I just saw.
What did I just saw?
It's...wow, that's...a strong old man huh?
A sixty fucking years old with a sword moved so fast that I couldn't follow him, I THOUGHT HE TELEPORTED!?
Was this a trick? I can hear my breathing coming through my mouth, why am I panicking? Why the fuck am I panicking?
Okay, think about it Jeremy, think, think.
What good and logical reason could explain this? What good reason could explain what I just saw?
....
Maybe he's really strong?
Another laugh.
It sounds cute, it sounds so fucking cute and it pisses me off because I don't want to feel like a cute, fleshy, and terribly weak two years old right now. I don't want to feel like this when the single person I hate the most in this world showed me that he could cut me in half even more easily than any adults ever could.
I don't want to know that, I don't want to feel that when I know that he knows where I live.
I don't want that. Noooope, I don't want that when I just saw his students kidnap childrens to fuel his army.
And I ESPECIALLY don't want to know and feel that when I'm the only fucking kid remaining in town. The only kid I know about.
Okay, okay, calm, and...and leave, get the fuck away, right now.
Without any fucking hesitation I step away, fast, pretty much running as fast as I can to descend the hill, I give a look over my shoulder, wondering if he can see me, somehow.
I don't know how, but maybe? So I don't risk it again and run, my mind running through multiple options, what did I just saw?
A strong old man? Really? THAT'S THE BEST EXPLANATION I HAVE RIGHT NOW!?
The fucker moved faster than all the fighters, athletes, or anything I've ever seen online, or in real life.
And now you're telling me, that a random fucking old man is faster than ALL of them? A random fucking old man in the middle of medieval Japan? A sixty fucking years old or even older is faster than ALL of them!?
This makes no sense, this makes no fucking sense.
I breath, deep, trying to take as much oxygen as I can but I can't go faster, I'm so weak, I'm so fucking weak and I'M FUCKING DISABLED TOO!
I hate this FUCKING BODY!
Sniffling some snot away, I start walking as fast as I can, my young and weak body unable to follow through the run, I can still walk as fast as possible though.
Which is good.
But not good enough since I'm not even a meter tall.
Still, that's the best I can do. So while walking, as fast as I can, and breathing through my mouth like a bull, I look behind me, more than once, almost imagining him running toward me with the ridiculous speed I just saw.
Ridiculous speed.
Ridiculous FUCKING speed! This makes no sense, no sense at all.
Walk faster.
I walk faster, I almost feel the ground dissapearing under me, I want to puke. I can't puke. I shove both of my hands over my mouth and keep the small amount of food I managed to get those last few days inside.
Calm down
Calm down, the town is close.
Just go in, go home....deal with dad, and go sleep. You can do it. I can do it, just do it.
I'm close, so close, so close. Where am I right now? I look around. At the fields.
Where am I right now?
I freeze. I stop walking, I almost stop breathing too but my little lungs are begging for too much air to be stopped.
Where am I?
I know where am I, I know exactly where I am.
I'm...in the west part of the field. That's where the hill was, the hill I climbed on to spy on...this.
That's where I am, if I keep walking forward, and turn around the field, I'll find the north gate, the north little entrance, and then I'll be able to enter. And go home.
I know where I am. I know where I am.
I don't keep moving.
I keep looking around instead.
I look left at the village. The poor village and the baby walls.
I look right, at the rolling plains that keeps on going for kilometers.
I look down, at the wet grass, at the wet field, caused by the...sky
I look up, at the sky, the sky that almost constantly cries rain.
I know exactly where I am, in my little map, I know where I could put myself. Still, I ask myself.
....where am I?
This...this wasn't normal movement was it?
For twenty good seconds I don't move.
I stay there. Still, standing in the wet field, feeling my heavy and wet cloak clinging to me, but that doesn't stop me, nothing can break me out of this trance, I do not think, I do not breathe, I do not do anything, I dissapear, I am here standing in the grass, and for twenty seconds.
Nothing. Happens.
After those twenty seconds, I keep walking.
The remaining time of the evening drops down, like an invisible clock finishing it's countdown, leaving me in complete darkness when I reach the north gate, climb over the baby wall, and go back home.
During my walk, no thoughts plague my mind
I keep focusing on my feet, one step, another step, and another.
Just walk, I barely look up. I just walk, my body knowing the way. I know where I need to go, don't overthink it.
You know where you are.
You're in your village, the one you were reborn in, medieval Japan.
Rememeber, you know where you are.
....I know where I am.
I stop when I find myself in front of the door. My door.
I can hear screaming. Some arguing. Like usual, at least when my mother stays home.
Because it's my home. It's been my home for two years, I know where I am. Right?
I know my home. I know my little dumb fucking poor town.
I know it, I'm...
I don't wait for my thoughts to finish, I dig my key inside the door and push my way inside. The stench of booze doesn't even make me recoil like usual.
Nor does my father loud voice.
"And HERE he is! The fucking freak! Fucking kneeeew it!" He stumbles forward, one sock on his left feet, a boot thrown away somewhere, and another boot still tight on his right foot.
He stumbles toward me, hicupping and barely keeping himself standing before taking a swig of whatever is in his bottle "Fuckin-! Knew it! Weird llllitlle shit! Always cryinglike...a-!" He burps "-likelikeliek, like a TORTURED animal! And then!?"
He turns his head, left, right, searching for an invisible audience. Well, there's still my mom that's leaving the kitchen and approaching him real fast, but he doesn't seem to see her.
"Nothing!" His right hand comes up to imitate an explosion "pouuuuf! Silence, blessful silence and I'm noot telling you about the FUCKING danci-!"
"That's enoug-!" My mom dodges a wild swing of his arm
"AND YOU FUCKING CHEATING SLUT! YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW, YOU-! HEEY DOOOON'T DO THAT!"
Doing that in this account being dragging, she's dragging him by the back of his collar while he stumbles around like...well, like my dad usually stumble.
"Cursed! I tell you! All of them, you two! My dad wassss fucking ri-"
He falls on the bedroom floor as my mom throws him inside, the bottle clacking around somewhere. I can't see where because a second later, she slams the door closed.
For two good seconds, she breathes heavily, hands on the doorknob before turning her head to me.
"Had fun outside?"