**Author's Note:**
Some may not like today's chapter, and some may even feel provoked. However, I believe that opinions are something we are free to have. If anyone believes there is incorrect information in this chapter, please notify me with the correct details, and I'll address it immediately. I hope this doesn't ruin the novel for you. My apologies in advance if any offense is taken. I hope you enjoy it, though I must admit, I'm a bit nervous after writing this.
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**< Later or Next Day, I Don't Care>**
For the past few nights before sleeping, I've wanted to talk about things that happened back on Earth. As you know, I'm an ex-resident. Whether I was kicked out or kidnapped, I'm not entirely sure. Yes, kidnapped—by someone so capable that some might mistake them for God. I said it. The reason is simple: why would God put me in this place? I don't have the capabilities to deserve such a fate. I'm not entirely honest, I let my emotions get the best of me, and worst of all, I like to pretend to have multiple personalities so I have people of my caliber to talk to. If that's not the case, then I've truly gone insane.
Now that's out of the way, let's move on to a different topic: terrorism and religion. Heavy topics, I know. I wonder if it's really me speaking. On a more serious note, it's actually quite simple. Terrorism is the unlawful use of force and violence against persons or property to intimidate or coerce a government, civilian population, or any segment thereof, in furtherance of political or social objectives.
Yes, that's the proper definition, and I like to believe it has nothing to do with religion—unless it's satanic in nature, then it might be related. Moving on to religion, it's slightly more complicated. It doesn't have a universally agreed-upon definition. While it's widely understood, there's no consensus on how to define it. For now, we'll take it to mean the service and worship of God or the supernatural. I'll stick with that until I find a more widely accepted definition.
Every day, the news reports terrorist acts in conjunction with religion, to the point where people are starting to believe the two are inherently linked. However, those who believe this without question are the ignorant sheep of the herd. Yes, I call people who are easily fooled by the news "sheep." Those who think about the topic and still believe it are idiots. And those who research, verify facts, and then form an opinion? They're the smart ones. In the broadest sense, people who don't research before believing something are idiots.
Speaking of idiots, I can't believe how many people I've met on Earth actually believed we evolved from monkeys or something similar. Whenever someone told me this nonsense, I always had one response: "Mine didn't, but I'm sure yours did. Don't worry—give it a few more generations, and they'll evolve into normal, functioning humans." Ah, such naive kids, believing things so easily. There were even idiots who thought they found proof of aliens when they identified a beer bottle—a famous brand sold on Earth, no less. It made the news! I can't help but think people don't give much thought to what they're saying, doing, writing, or how they behave.
I can probably think of a valid reason for finding a beer bottle in outer space: a running astronaut joke. They probably did it for laughs, but who cares? Let's put it on the news and mislead the masses. They're all sheep who follow without question. Idiots. That's likely how the people broadcasting the news think—and they're probably right, considering how many people believed that nonsense.
Anyway, today's actual topic was supposed to be something else, but my mind wandered, and here we are. Yes, you heard me right—I forgot the damn topic I was going to talk about. I won't make excuses, but I'll say this in my defense: I'm almost a week old. You can't expect me to have a great memory. That's all I want to say. The defendant is deemed not guilty. The court is adjourned. OBJECTION!!! Yes, what is it, DEFENDANT? Nothing, Your Honor. I just wanted to say it once in a courtroom. (I say as I place my right hand on the back of my head and laugh wryly—in my head, of course.)
Leaving the *Ace Attorney* reference aside, I'm just wasting time trying to remember what I wanted to talk about. So, forgive and forget.
Putting all these side remarks aside, let's talk about this world. There are two slightly yellowish moons and a blue sun. Magic exists here, as does the study of swords—yes, I wanted to increase the word count. And then there's me, a reincarnated person. Wow, my very own isekai story. I realize I've said this before, but who cares? Moving on, I've finally adjusted to my body—or, you could say, I've attuned to myself. I can see, hear, and move my limbs properly now, though it's still difficult. Hearing words for the first time in this world made me so happy I cried. Yes, I didn't understand a single word, but so what? I can finally hear properly without being overwhelmed by the cacophony of noises.
This might not seem important to some, but children born with hearing impairments often struggle to speak because they can't associate words with sounds. Many people mistakenly believe that those with auditory challenges are also vocally challenged, but the real issue is that they've never heard the sounds to copy them. Heavy topic. I'm getting my thoughts jumbled up—I swear it's because I'm a baby, not anything else.
Continuing on, the first word I heard sounded Japanese—or maybe Chinese or Korean; they share some words. It was the word "Anata." I don't know if it means "dear," "you," or something else entirely, as I'm in a whole new world. But I couldn't help but... let it go, let it go. *Cough* Sorry, that stupid song got stuck in my head. It's all my sister's fault for watching *Frozen* on TV while I was reading novels on the living room sofa. Cross my heart and hope to die, I didn't want to watch it, but my curiosity got the best of me. Okay, get over it. I'm not embarrassed—just hesitant to talk about the movie. Good lord, your accusations hurt.
Right, I've read a huge number of novels and stories, many of which had reincarnation themes. Some even had plots similar to my current life. One common trope was that no matter how impossible it seemed for a day-old baby to crawl, they just did. The absurd part was when the baby could walk at five months old. How? Is the baby on steroids? Absurd, I tell you. Anyway, back to this world. The word "Anata" was said by a maid, presumably to my father—or at least, I think he's my father in this life. If he is, I hope he's not around when I grow up because, as I mentioned earlier, I tend to act on my emotions, and this time it might be worse.
Putting thought-provoking things aside, I've recently been able to sense something other than my stomach's hunger. It feels like a warm, soothing current flowing through me—super comfortable. No, I'm not talking about nerve impulses or blood flow. It feels like the mana I've read about in books. If it is, oh boy, this is going to be amazing. Yes? Yes, that was a *Mickey Mouse* reference in the previous sentence, but once again, I don't care.
Now that the important things have been said, I'm going to meditate—properly this time, since I can finally control my movements to some extent. *Chris used meditate. Chris is deep into meditation—if he goes any deeper, he might drown. Chris has successfully meditated. Meditation leveled up from Level -5 to -4. Chris has become marginally worse at meditation.* Jokes aside, I felt a slight increase in mana, however insignificant it may seem. A mosquito also has meat in it. I feel like I either used the quote incorrectly or didn't say it right. Anyway, I'll be meditating and won't be seeing you out. Have a nice day. Goodbye, Sayonara, and adios.
...Can you help yourself out? It's kind of disturbing my meditation. Okay, goodbye. Wow, such rude people. Oh, don't mind me—it's the maids who came into my room and disturbed me. Anyway, till we meet next time.