MARCH 14, 2020 ~ KIKO ERIREN
I have four fathers and a mother.
They are my benefactors who raised me, an abandoned child.
ten years ago when I was a baby, I was abandoned on the mountain where the gods lived.
I don’t know the reason why.
There was a famine that year, wars were frequent in the area.
Perhaps it was the famine that prevented them from feeding the children or the stress that comes with war, or both. Babies were abandoned and I was picked up and raised by the gods.
I found myself with the all-purpose god Reus.
With his appearance as a peasant he apparently found me in the river on his way back from the city.
He was drunk at the time and walking along the river bank. He found me floating from upstream, crying on a small boat flowing down the river.
Reus said my cry was so natural, that it was almost without any change as though I wanted Reus to know I was there.
However, I was swept down the river and luckily I did not fall into the waterhole because Reus had saved me.
He had changed into an eagle, grabbed me and flew into the sky. He took me to Table Mountain. He introduced me to my new family.
Worriedly stroking the stubble on his chin and a sake bottle in his hand. Ronin the sword god had peered into my face stating, “Why… is it really a human being? I thought it was an appetiser to go with my sake.”
“Indeed, it is a boy. Look, it is so cute, like a marshmallow,” the goddess of Healing, Miria said as she held me while smiling.
Seeming bored, the magical god Vandal stared at me.
“I like kids. The *Mayfly, was selfish,” he uttered in a wrinkled voice.
He only glanced at my face before turning back to his magic book.
Reus knew the attitude of the three gods, they liked the child. In fact when Reus declared that he would raise me, they showed reluctance but did not object.
On the contrary, for some reason they became attached and kept coming back to me.
The sword god Ronin did 10 000 daily swings and would whisper to me “It’s a tiny hand. Well, that’s okay, when it becomes a little bigger, to hold a sword, I will make you my disciple. You will be able to extinguish candles with only the pressure from your sword.”
After she finished speaking to the earth the goddess of healing came and embraced me.
“what a lovely baby. Oh, my maternal instinct is aching,” she said. She had said that she would breast pump to try and breastfeed me but the goddess who had never been pregnant could not.
When she gave up, she drew me close to her chest and kissed my cheek instead.
“This is the kindest child in the world, let’s make it the best healer someday.” When Milia returned me to the cradle, the magical god Vandal came over.
He was an old man with grey hair and looked uncomfortable as he stared down at me with a frown, suddenly he lost his expression and made a dumb face.
I laugh when I see that face. The old man’s eyebrows fall.
“… Indeed, a baby who understands humour,” the old man decided to mutter. “Let’s make this shaven my disciple.”
Vandal mutters when he stares at me. “This child will be the strongest magician. Let him be my successor.”
From then on, I was raised by the three gods in this way.
Four people, including the all purpose god who picked me up.
They became my father, mother and teacher.
They were selfish as was I. They were strict but gentle teachers.
They gave me a name but it was unusual for four people to get into a fight and get the same name.
They decided my name in a single discussion without any conflict.
So I got my life and got my name.
The name that the gods gave me.
“Will”
I was named.
However, it would take a while until I perceived myself as Will.
Anyway, I’m just a newborn baby.
Special skills are about crying and turning over.
There was nothing else we could do.
Thanks for reading the first chapter, comment below on what you thought of it!
Link to the raw: https://ncode.syosetu.com/n6220fj/1/
*I think this refers to how the Mayfly only lives for a day and is selfish as it has to breed before it dies to ensure another generation of Mayflies exist. This could be referring to the babies mother.
MARCH 14, 2020 ~ KIKO ERIREN
I have four fathers and a mother.
They are my benefactors who raised me, an abandoned child.
ten years ago when I was a baby, I was abandoned on the mountain where the gods lived.
I don’t know the reason why.
There was a famine that year, wars were frequent in the area.
Perhaps it was the famine that prevented them from feeding the children or the stress that comes with war, or both. Babies were abandoned and I was picked up and raised by the gods.
I found myself with the all-purpose god Reus.
With his appearance as a peasant he apparently found me in the river on his way back from the city.
He was drunk at the time and walking along the river bank. He found me floating from upstream, crying on a small boat flowing down the river.
Reus said my cry was so natural, that it was almost without any change as though I wanted Reus to know I was there.
However, I was swept down the river and luckily I did not fall into the waterhole because Reus had saved me.
He had changed into an eagle, grabbed me and flew into the sky. He took me to Table Mountain. He introduced me to my new family.
Worriedly stroking the stubble on his chin and a sake bottle in his hand. Ronin the sword god had peered into my face stating, “Why… is it really a human being? I thought it was an appetiser to go with my sake.”
“Indeed, it is a boy. Look, it is so cute, like a marshmallow,” the goddess of Healing, Miria said as she held me while smiling.
Seeming bored, the magical god Vandal stared at me.
“I like kids. The *Mayfly, was selfish,” he uttered in a wrinkled voice.
He only glanced at my face before turning back to his magic book.
Reus knew the attitude of the three gods, they liked the child. In fact when Reus declared that he would raise me, they showed reluctance but did not object.
On the contrary, for some reason they became attached and kept coming back to me.
The sword god Ronin did 10 000 daily swings and would whisper to me “It’s a tiny hand. Well, that’s okay, when it becomes a little bigger, to hold a sword, I will make you my disciple. You will be able to extinguish candles with only the pressure from your sword.”
After she finished speaking to the earth the goddess of healing came and embraced me.
“what a lovely baby. Oh, my maternal instinct is aching,” she said. She had said that she would breast pump to try and breastfeed me but the goddess who had never been pregnant could not.
When she gave up, she drew me close to her chest and kissed my cheek instead.
“This is the kindest child in the world, let’s make it the best healer someday.” When Milia returned me to the cradle, the magical god Vandal came over.
He was an old man with grey hair and looked uncomfortable as he stared down at me with a frown, suddenly he lost his expression and made a dumb face.
I laugh when I see that face. The old man’s eyebrows fall.
“… Indeed, a baby who understands humour,” the old man decided to mutter. “Let’s make this shaven my disciple.”
Vandal mutters when he stares at me. “This child will be the strongest magician. Let him be my successor.”
From then on, I was raised by the three gods in this way.
Four people, including the all purpose god who picked me up.
They became my father, mother and teacher.
They were selfish as was I. They were strict but gentle teachers.
They gave me a name but it was unusual for four people to get into a fight and get the same name.
They decided my name in a single discussion without any conflict.
So I got my life and got my name.
The name that the gods gave me.
“Will”
I was named.
However, it would take a while until I perceived myself as Will.
Anyway, I’m just a newborn baby.
Special skills are about crying and turning over.
There was nothing else we could do.
Thanks for reading the first chapter, comment below on what you thought of it!
Link to the raw: https://ncode.syosetu.com/n6220fj/1/
*I think this refers to how the Mayfly only lives for a day and is selfish as it has to breed before it dies to ensure another generation of Mayflies exist. This could be referring to the babies mother.
