N. E. N. [ H U N T E R X H U N T E R ]

Chapter I - 誕生

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Hmm... That's weird.

Crying, it was crying its lungs out, like there was no tomorrow. It was seeking for mercy as the world bowed in front of it, showing what it had to offer.

Why am I crying?

It moved its small feet with energy, sending them right and left and up and down, not caring of the objects it was hitting. There were guns, swords, and all other kinds of weapons. There were also rocks, no, broken bricks, a wreckage of a building formerly proudly standing where now dust, ashes, and crumbles slept in an eternal death.

Why don't I simply calm down?

It suddenly stopped crying, even if anyone could still see the ghostly watery trail of tears gently standing on the child's profile.

Finally. That was getting on my nerves.

It instead started giggling uncontrollably, letting out soft and innocent chuckles through the silent battlefield, not giving a care to anyone who dared to glance at it.

I mentally facepalmed at that behavior.

In the first place, is this even me? All I see is black, and it's usual for me to hear and feel weird stuff... Maybe I'm just dreaming. yeah! That must be it! Even if I don't remember going to sleep...

The child, a cute newborn, opened its small, naïve eyes, quickly learning some new aspects of life: Colors, light, shading, shadows, movement and opening and closing its eyes.

What it could see... The remains of a war, with lifeless figures and houses shattered to dust.

All right all right. I can see now. So I guess this really is me. But how?

Abruptly learning about 'smell', the baby scrunched its nose the odor of... Blood? Yes, that metallic scent is definitely blood's. It was everywhere, filling the delicate breeze with the reality of life.

I should really stop talking about myself in the third person.

My slim figure was grabbed by a strong arm before I could act. Glancing skyward and squirming my eyes, I saw the man properly. I was able to judge the character who dared to interrupt my investigation. He was a buffy man, with a tan skin dirtied by grime, ashes, and blood. A large, untreated wound sliced across his face, making its way down his neck. A nasty wound if you ask me.

"Hey, bro!" My head hurt when I heard the man's loud and rough voice above my tiny baby skull, "I found whe' that powe' was comin' from," the irritating voice continued, a loud accent accompanying his speech

"Alright, I'm coming." Another voice replied, his brother I shall guess

Though as I examined the human in front of me, I perceived something more than his body. A weird, steamy glow flowed around him, framing him into an eternal power.

I know this power...

My hand, proportionate to this baby body, approached the fellow's face while I tried to say 'What's that?'. The only thing that came out was a grunt, impossible to understand but cute.

Looking back at me, the person smiled softly as he tried copying the sounds I was making:

"Ga! Gou! Mniegh!" He mimicked, pretty badly if I must be honest,

"Ugh, aaat!" I laughed as I failed to say 'You're bad!' because of my undeveloped lungs

My giggle made the man smile wider as he also started to laugh