NOVEL NEXT The First Breath
The world felt strange and foreign to Tatsuya. His infant body was still weak and underdeveloped, but his mind remained sharp. In the dim light of a stone-built house, he could see a woman—his new mother—cradling him in her arms. Her features were soft, her skin bronzed from the sun, and her hair cascaded down in dark, thick waves. There was warmth in her touch, a sense of love that he found oddly comforting despite the shock of his reincarnation.
The language they spoke was unfamiliar, yet it carried a sense of rhythm, almost musical in its cadence. His mother cooed softly, speaking words he didn’t understand, but he knew instinctively that she was naming him. He focused as hard as his newborn senses allowed, trying to commit the sounds to memory.
“Lyrian… our little Lyrian,” his mother said, her voice trembling with emotion.
Lyrian. The name was foreign, yet fitting. Tatsuya—now Lyrian—focused on his new reality. He was no longer Dr. Tatsuya Watanabe. His body had changed, but his spirit, memories, and resolve had not. And so, he accepted this name, this identity. He was Lyrian now, a newborn in an unfamiliar world.
He couldn’t control his body yet, but he could feel the magical energy around him. His Eye of Mystics granted him subtle visions of the world’s life force, and even as a newborn, he could perceive the delicate threads of vitality around his mother, father, and even the small house they lived in. The people of this world seemed healthy—strong, even—but their energy was different, laced with something that resembled the faint traces of mana he’d once read about in fantasy novels. This was no ordinary world. He had truly been reborn into a place of magic.
For now, all he could do was observe and wait. He couldn’t heal anyone yet, nor did he need to protect himself from any immediate danger. But he knew that one day, he would need these powers, and when that day came, he would be ready.