My body... it feels, heavy... My eyes, my hands, my legs feels like it is being carried by something bigger than me... I muster up the power i could give for opening my eyes, but i can only say that i am inside a room with bright lights shining upon me. (Hmm? It's bright alright, gotta get... up? Why can't i get up? Nevermind that, i can't even open my eyes)

My ears starts to get hearing thing, but the worst that comes first is Tinnitus. (Ow! What's this ringing in my head? It hurts!).

Seconds after, it starts to lower down little by little, making the only sound around me is a little bit of silence and humming. (Oh wait, i'm starting to get the feeling, it's fading in)

" (faint) ...pretty... he.... sister... alike..."

I began to notice that these humming sounded like voices of a conversation between women. (There's people talking? Who are they?)

The humming gave in, and i can start to hear what they're talking about.

" (low-voice) Oh Madam, you sure did gave birth to a healthy young boy!"

" (low-voice) Yes, it seems that i am gifted by God with this child."

(OK. So my body's limp and little, my eyes is slippery and wet, so i guess i'm 'Technically' reborn . . . Yep, back as a newborn... That's a little extreme. Despite being one of the storywriter, i do not remember me having this written at all... It's the other writer, isn't it?

What's the identity of the other writer in this company again? I don't know, should've asked back then.

Could he/she be the one who pitched the idea of starting from scratch as a baby so we can get accustomed to the world more easily? Whatever it is, i can only hope it's not too much of a rocky start from this point on.)

I hear some thud getting louder and louder, then the sound of a door creaks open, though it's not of the same room i'm in. *door opens*

" (faint) Deary Fiona, i'm home ~! "

With my eyes unable to be opened for now , i can only enjoy the warmth of my mother and i heard what i assume as the voice of my father.

" (low-voice) Raisya, can you go fetch him for me?"

" (low-voice) Alright, give me a minute my lady" I hear footsteps leading out of this room, maybe greeting father outside of here.

(Despite talking in low voice i can guess what the conversation is and what their name is. So mother's Fiona, the other lady's Raisya, what about father's?)

Just as i thought of that, i hear a constant barrage of thuds outside the room.

*thud, Thud, THUD*

*Door Slams* "Fiona! Is the baby-"

(Oww, my ears!) "Uwaah~!" I cried out, with my body getting heated up because of this.

" (low-voice) Shuush, be quiet Garvin! You're scaring the little one!

There there, sweetie~. Nothing to be afraid off" Fiona, my mother caresses me by swinging by the sides, while hushing out sweet words.

" (low-voice) Oh! Ahah... Sorry, dear" From the sound of it, Garvin, my father, walks out to sit near mother right to our right.

" (low-voice) Yeah, right. Rather than sorry, be more wary from now on. You're already a father, Garv. What's the hurry just now?"

" (low-voice) I said i'm sorry, Okay? I was a little busy from my duty just before and i tried my hardest to get back early"

" (low-voice) *sighs* You really are hard to deal with *kiss*" I hear her kisses him, possibly on the cheeks. "It's okay, i know you do. So for that, can i ask you to post a job hiring a caretaker for our house?"

My body feel a little bit tilted to the right, maybe hugging her husband. "For you, i will. Can i hold him, deary?"

" (low-voice) Just, don't be as rash as you used to be with our first back then. By the way, did you saw Raisya?"

I am being lifted, with hands that once feels warm to another that's gentle. (Oh, this sure feels nice)

"On her way to the kitchen, saying she'll be making dinner. Anywho~. Who doesn't like a good touch from big Garvin? Who's a cute, little munchkin~!"

My face is being rubbed on the side, feels like a big fluffy cat that sleeps on top when i woke up back on the outside world. (Ahahah, that tickles!) "Muaah, auah!"

"Ahaha, see? He likes it! Papa wins again!"

" *giggles* Alright, go you~. Just don't be loud"

My belly wallows up, letting out a little bit of pain. (Ngh, damnit, i guess i need to 'eat') "Aah, auah!"

"Ah! I see it's time to feed his belly. Deary"

Without further ado, i am transferred to her hands and i feel a big plump of meat entering my mouth. (Ugh, this is embarassing. To think i'll be breastfeeded yet again)

. . .

The atmosphere in the room was warm, and while i was fed by mother, i picked up some things from their chattering.

We are in the country of Ytris, in the neutral city of Shaarik governed by His Majesty King Alec Shaarik himself.

Our house is a little bit far from the city for reasons. Both of my parents are one of the city's 'Guardians', tasked with overwatching the walls while also keeping any potential dangers outside the surrounding of the city in nighttime until dawn when they are called for the duty.

From the sounds of the tippy tapping around me, beeps and buzzes, and the faint blue-ish light that enters my closed retinas, modern tech may indeed exist in this country so that's reassuring.

Apparently, i have a big sister but she's on a journey, talking about how they saw her go off from mother's academy just last week. Too bad i didn't know what she looks like. It'll be a bit lonely but hey, we'll be having myself a housemaid so i guess she can act as a tutor of sort.

Minutes gone by, and eventually my body starts to get tired. (*yawns* At least i can still let out a normal yawn)

The swinging that mother does is now stopped to halt. "Garv? It seems that our little one is starting to doze off. Would you do the honor our naming our little boy?" My body, again is switched over hands.

An index and a middle finger shut off my eyes as gently as they can. "Yes, from now on you shall be known as Arlan Gritt. Now, sleep tight, ...-"

"...-Our little one~"

My eyes shut, and off to the dreamland i go.

. . .

*Snores*

Surprisingly, i dream like usual and doesn't end to where Alk is, that white plane, means i really have to venture out there to find our way out.

Opening my eyes, i roll around my tiny bed, before facing upward looking at the little sparkles above me full of moon, sun, dragons, knights, stars, clouds and such that was put by my parents. (Aah, still haven't outed myself yet from the Dive, have i?)

I feel something around my lower body being wet. (Tch, i hate this part of being a newborn yet again). "Ngah, Mua~ah! " I cry out to my parents that is still asleep on the next bed beside me.

"Hmm? *yawn* Fiona, time to wake up, hun'. Time to take our usual bath. I'll be wiping his bottoms now" The sound of the bed creaks after i see a big figure stretching his shadows upon me getting closer and closer.

"Mmm, yes yes *yawn*. You go on ahead"

The figure of an Armenian-like man is looking from above. His chin is a little bit round, his nose long and curved, his hair dark blue, his eyes orange brown , and his skin more to the darker side. His clothes, indigo pajamas, is out of proportionate as it is a little bit too tight for him so i can roughly see his muscles all the way down to his legs.

"Alright, time to get you cleaned up" His hands that is twice the size of my face picks me up, throws the diaper to a bin, picks up wet tissues cleaning my bottom. "There, all set and now to heat up the water. Be going in first with Arlan, hun'~"

"OK, just don't overdo it!"

On the way walking towards the door, i am being cleaned by father with dry tissues before having myself in the position of sitting above my father's back with his hands holding my feet, piggy riding. *door opens and closes*

Heading out of the door, we passes through another 3 room before facing right, the sign in an unknown language that i am yet to learn.

We enter, there's lockers more than 10's that's tall as father is akin to a changing room for either gender, this tells me that this house may have served another purpose beyond my recognition.

We enter a semi-transparent door that's made of a thin layer, more that of a plastic rather than a glass. Bathtubs that takes a little of the shape hexagonal, have some lights around it's edges with the most lit being on the outer bottom.

And the toilet a little far to the right end.

I am put down in it before father turns on the shower which activates similarly from the outside world by twisting the knobs Up for Heat and Down for Cold, Left to Empty and Right to Shower.

*firy sizzle* He twists it upwards, with it comes the sound equivalent of water rushing in.

"Alright, it'll be awhile before it heats up. Let's wash up our face first" To the left, a face mirror with some body-washing soaps and shampoos named, deodorants and handsoaps, toothbrushes and their pastes, all there just for the sake of hygiene.

*metallic creak*. Below these are the sinks and water taps, and the cups for putting the waters

*water splashes* While still putting his left hand on me, father wash up his rugged face from the chin right up to the hair. "Fwaah, that does it. You want to be washed too? Even if it's a little bit cold than usual because of the weather this year, i'm sure it's fine"

(Fine? Me being Only 3 years old and Is Still susceptible to diseases that i may Not know off because this world has many and some is nigh incurable Until Kindergarten is Definitely Not Fine, man)

"Nha, no uant, pa!" I hit him times and times again on the back, making sure he gets the message.

"Ahah, ahahaha! That hurts, Arl~"

*door opens*

Mother, in her loose green pajamas still looking weary with her blue eyes, dark blue hair, ocean blue eyes, soft white skin, thick eyebrows and straight nose. "Garv, dear, what did i tell you about the water for the baby just yesterday?"

"... To only use warm or heated water for his health"

(Good Grief, i always wonder how wives were able to tame body champions back in the day, and i'm not sure how dominant they are in this world so i guess i should try my best not to anger mother)

I faces towards the mirror, looking at our reflections.

The three of us have dark blue hair, with me having slight white shades at the front and the hairstyle is always bowl cut because mother preferred it if no other than us can see my face. Raisya doesn't count.

My eyes also have some grey shades, if you were to look closely. The pupils are a mix of ocean blue and bright brown, like the sunbaked sands before the waves of the ocean and they emits the aura of a noble. Yeah, ri~ght.

Don't know if these are inherited by either or both, and i don't care 'cause for me it looks cool.

(Being born with the characteristics of an edgelord, felt uncomfortable since i'm not that kind of guy)

"Yup, and also what i said just after bed. Put him down on the bathtub, i'll be taking the bodywashes"

The water showers down, with it being a little warmer for making sure i do not get cold.

Being put down on the tub, it's size sure is magnanimous, fitting almost us 3 diagonally when mother follows after us, her facing the opposite direction.

"Make sure you close your eyes, Arl, or the e~vil flying slimes will get ya!" Mother tells me that by sounding childish, and telling the sweet little lies for kids to believe them.

I did so, and i wander on my thoughts while they wash me and each other in the meanwhile.

Crawling, Playing, Talking, Eating, Walking, Reading, Writing, Drawing, Hearing, and so on.

As expected, i had to get myself used to how i perceive everything from the viewpoint of a baby... Though my growth rate exceeds those off normal ones.

I just turned 3 this month, and what's wrong in all that time is that i can't access HUD and the likes at all.

Panicking won't do me a thing, and so i just try to learn more from the surroundings so that i can prepare on how to fix things from the Dive while looking for clues on the house for ruins where Alk could possibly be.

Father, Garvin Gritt, is a Knight Tutor at a Knight Academy in the city and leaves home at the Monday, Wednesday and Friday. His body is akin to a free runner.

Opposite of my mother, when i talk to him to read me one of the books, he does so while teaching me about the trivial stuffs after one or another few paragraphs later and is the one i respect the most right now.

Telling stuff about how swords aren't meant to be used against undead skeletons because they are essentially arisen because of Mana and cannot be put down unless Holy attributes such as Light from a magic imbued weapon.

He's also sick of power-seeking freaks such as Heroes because even Without a continental crisis, they still go getting stronger and eventually kills without giving it much of a thought.

I appreciate him saying these as i too, am sick of Overpowered mortals soon-to-be demigods all.

Mother, Fiona Gritt, having inherited the name Gritt from marrying father, is a Magic Researcher at a Magic Academy in the city and leaves home at Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Her body is akin to a librarian in my world and you'd think the atmosphere would end up as rather stiff and quick but when she's at home she'll talk about things i don't know at all and still make it interesting.

Like, the difference between spellcasting and incantation is that the former can be casted meters from you, forming some kind of a definite shape like rectangulars or circles, but incantation is only able to be used to oneself's body or it's surrounding, as to how it is possible i am yet to find out myself in the future. Don't know how and when i can do it but it sure sounds fun.

The technologies i have seen is a mix of sci-fi and fantasy.

Like tables that spurts out little splashes of waters before some kind of windex or glass cleaner comes out, wiping the surface with some magical lights has some texts inscribed on some of the edges; inscriptions on their own private room that could be a keyword for opening the lock; the plated coils around the lamps above is imbued with some blueish sparkles like crushed crystals.

"Here's the towel, Arl, don't move too much" Father dries my body with a soft textured towel while already exited out of the bathroom, maybe changing in her private room and goes on to make dinner.

Being picked up again walking back to my room, he does the job of wearing me my clothes. "There, now onto breakfast. Giddy up, Arl!" And so, we exit and father mimics the sound of a horse, strutting around the house before heading back to the direction going towards the dining room after passing by the bathroom.

. . .