i reincarnated in to my Novel

After finishing my bath, I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped myself in a towel, and took a moment to breathe. I glanced in the mirror, still adjusting to my new, younger face in this strange but familiar world. It's a face my parents here adore, and thinking of them brought a warmth that softened the strangeness of it all. In my first life as Michael Leal, I didn't have a family. I was adopted, but my adoptive parents passed away when I was eighteen. So, being reborn with a mother and father who genuinely care—it's a feeling I'm still not used to but cherish deeply.

I dressed, headed downstairs, and saw my mother and father relaxing on the couch, talking softly. My mother glanced up when she noticed me.

Mother: "Oh, hey, Dakota! Did you finish bathing?"

Dakota: "Yes, I did, Mother."

Mother: "That's good. Would you mind telling us how your first day went at the academy?"

Dakota: "Sure, Mother." I smiled, feeling a bit of pride in sharing this with them.

I told her about my day—how I made four new friends, the games we played together, and what we learned in class. They listened intently, and it felt nice to be able to share my life with them.

Father: "Sounds like you had a wonderful day, Dakota. I'm glad you're making friends."

Mother: "Yes, I'm relieved to hear that. I was a bit worried that you'd have trouble fitting in."

Dakota: "Why would you think that, Mother?"

Mother: "Well, being a genius can sometimes make people a little… distant. I was just afraid that maybe you'd struggle to find common ground with the other children."

Dakota: "What? Just because I have a talent for magic doesn't mean I'd look down on others." I smiled. "Even if I am a genius, it's no reason to be unkind."

Mother: "I'm so glad to hear that, Dakota. I hope you'll keep thinking that way."

Dakota: "I promise I will, Mother."

Her warm smile softened even more, and I felt the familiar pride of having a family again—a connection that went beyond anything I'd felt in my first life.

Mother: "Good. And speaking of training, it looks like it's time to work with your father!"

Father: "Let's go, son. It's training time."

Dakota: "Okay, Father."

We stepped outside, where he started instructing me on the basics of advanced magic control. My father is known to be one of the strongest mages in the region, which made his guidance all the more valuable. We worked together for hours, his wisdom sharpening my instincts, helping me understand how to channel and conserve energy more efficiently. By the time we finished, I was exhausted but fulfilled.

When we came inside, my mother was waiting with dinner. The smell of the meal wafted through the air, filling the room with a comforting warmth.

Mother: "You two are just in time!"

We sat down to eat, savoring every bite. I finished first and excused myself, heading up to my room. With the day's events behind me, I lay down, staring at the ceiling.

Dakota: "It's getting late. I should sleep."

That night, I slept deeply, only to be jolted awake by my mother's voice the next morning.

Mother: "Dakota, wake up! You're going to be late for the academy!"

Her voice brought me back in an instant. I threw off the covers, got dressed quickly, and ran downstairs, almost tripping in my haste.

Dakota: "Mother, Father, I'm heading out now!"

Mother: "Alright, Dakota. Hurry, or you'll be late again!"

Dakota: "Don't worry, I'll make it on time!"

I sprinted out of the house and arrived at the academy just in time, slipping into my classroom as the bell rang. My friends were already there—Lucas, Liam, Ava, and Mia. They greeted me warmly, and I took my seat, feeling grateful to have this sense of camaraderie.

The teacher began class with a question about magic, and I raised my hand to answer. After all, I knew this world's magic system better than anyone. I had created it—or rather, adapted it from a different world in my original story.

Dakota: "We can use magic by first awakening it within ourselves. Then, we need knowledge about spells and abilities to use them effectively. The more knowledge and skill we have, the stronger we can become."

Teacher: "Excellent, Dakota! You get 80 points for that answer."

(In our academy, points work as grades. The maximum is 100, so 80 points is solid.)

Teacher: "Dakota, I know you've already awakened your magic. Would you mind giving the class a demonstration?"

Dakota: "Of course."

I stood up and walked to the front of the room. With a flick of my wrist, I summoned a small flame, letting it dance in the air for a moment before making it vanish. The entire class watched in awe.

Classmates: "Whoa! So that's what magic looks like! I can't wait to learn!"

The excitement in the room was palpable, but then a loud alarm blared, cutting through the noise.

Classmates: "What was that?"

Teacher: "Stay calm, everyone. I'll check what's going on."

The teacher dashed out of the classroom, leaving us alone. Tension hung in the air, and we exchanged worried glances.

Lucas: "Don't worry, everyone. The teachers will handle whatever it is."

Ava: "Yeah, Lucas is right. There's no reason to panic."

Just as everyone started calming down, the door flew open with a loud bang. A young boy walked in, kicking the door aside as if he owned the place.

Liam: "Wait… is that…?"

Mia: "Yeah, that's Andy, the so-called genius child who awakened his magic young, like Dakota."

Dakota: "So he's like me, huh?" I stood up, narrowing my eyes at him. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?"

Andy: "Who the hell do you think you're talking to?"

Dakota: "Looks like I'm talking to a brat."

Andy: "What did you just say, you bastard? I'll make you regret that!"

Dakota: "Are you even a student here? Why are you attacking the academy?"

Andy: "Because I want to. I'm the genius here, and I can do whatever I want."

Dakota: "You cocky little… just because you're a genius doesn't mean you can get away with everything! Maybe someone needs to knock some sense into you."

Andy: "I'd love to see you try. I know who you are—Dakota, right? The kid who's supposed to be like me."

Dakota: "Yeah, that's me. But let's see who's really stronger."

Andy: "Fine. It's time to teach you a lesson."

Dakota: "Why don't you close that arrogant mouth of yours and actually fight?"

Andy: "Alright, then. Let's see who the true genius is!"

The room fell silent as we squared off, our classmates watching with wide eyes.