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So, the problem with trying to become a Hunter is that I am absolute shit with my coordination. No seriously, I'm able to walk now, I'm two... But it's still horribly off balance and I'm lucky if I don't fall over every ten or twelve steps. Aside from that there's also the fact that my parents don't seem to be that interested in training me.
Although that probably comes from the fact that I'm only two. I mean who wants to train someone from such an age?
Aside from people in the Warring Clans Era of Naruto... and in that case I'm pretty sure people are learning to hold weapons before they're crawling and talking. So it's kind of hit and miss. And since I'm not getting trained I've got to just throw it in until I get a bit older. Coordination first would probably be a better idea anyway.
So I practice walking, and getting used to the way that my tail twitches and moves. It's actually more instinctive than you'd think. Probably because I had some time before even getting born. And it may be an extra limb that I never had before, but I don't need to think about it before moving it. I may be hyperaware of moving it, but I don't need to think to use it. I don't need to concentrate. It's like breathing, like moving my hands and legs, I don't need to think to make it work. It's like bleeding, and digesting my food. You don't need to think for it to work.
But I do still need to grow used to it. Along with my enhanced night vision, my heightened noise sensitivity(from my normal noise sensitivity), the flow of energy within me, and touch sensitivity.
It's so strange how much more I can actually hear in this life. I mean I could always hear a lot more than most, cars and dogs, footsteps on the pavement and birds in trees a couple houses down. But here, the distance is greater and I can hear more, a slight breeze, the heartbeat of the birds in the tree out front, my parents in the other room, and I'm really glad that we're not in the city. Since sensory overload is really a thing that's not pleasant at all.
Speaking of enhanced senses touch sensitivity is really a pain. Materials that are too scratchy or rough, some that make me feel like they're choking the life out of me. I can't breath, and similar reactions. It's a pain, and I was already twitchy about being touched in my previous life because even light touches and hits hurt but in this one it's even worse. Even sitting out in the wind, or the sun can make me twitchy because I'm not used to feeling it. Well... not as strongly anyway. Also now I can sense vibrations and almost get an idea of what they mean so...
I'm kind of like Toph from Avatar the Last Airbender honestly.
Just not as badass and awesome and more awkward and learning. Also I'll probably never be as good at reading people the way that she does. I mean, I probably have an extra sense for reading people and the world. The energy flow, but I'm going to be building from the ground up. She probably did as well, but she also had some of the coolest(and oddest) teachers in the world. The badgermoles.
Seriously though.
Coordination and adapting to these changes comes first. Relearning my body, and my bloodflow and the energy that's alongside it.
They call Aura your Soul... Really it's just the physical portion, your tie to your body... which is just as bad to lose as your soul. Either way the analogy works.
It works. And I can't use it yet. Which is probably a good thing either way. I mean, I can feel it, and I can make it flow faster, or slower inside me... But I can't really use it. I mean, this is entirely passive, in the background. Maybe it's reinforcing my body slightly but that's not really using it in any notable way. My parents do that automatically after all. When they're startled, or right before they have to go outside.
I get the feeling that we're not really liked.
Which is actually a logical conclusion considering that in the show faunus were the minority... I think. Anyway there was a lot of background racism. And now I'm getting shoved right into it, or well, I would be if I were actually able to go out and explore. I'm still mostly kept at home with a babysitter.
A new babysitter. And one with a weapon, and the ability to defend themself. Also moss green hair, and the name Mint. I like him. He's a dork and kind of an idiot but he tries. He tries and I like him, his moss hair and darker cocoa eyes. He's got black tipped lynx ears. And lynxes are cool, I think that the ears might be part of the reason that I like him.
"You having fun down there Neon?" he asks me trying to balance a bowl of pancake batter and a spoon in his arms.
"Yuppers!" I say with a laugh. Honestly, my first word in this life was fun. Because I already knew most of the words in the English language I decided to see if I could pull up one of the most random and strange words that I could think of as my first. No I didn't say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, though that would have been fun. I ended up saying plebeian. Everyone who heard it must have been so confused.
Where could I have possibly learnt it?
Anyway yeah, I'm likely to use more obscure words and strange words more common. Make people feel like idiots in response to their attempts to keep me down. In their attempts to dehumanize me. I'll just smile and continue to be myself. Like always.
Mint nods his head absently before returning to his cooking ears twitching faintly every once in a while.
It makes me tempted to find some pans to bang together honestly. Except that would sooner lead to sensory overload on my part rather than his. So instead I just kind up end up toddling around his legs and eventually flopping down uselessly and blowing out air in a bit of a mood. I hate been so young and trying to build a new life up from the beginning. I mean seriously, I'm still in the rely of everyone around you part of things.
I mean, technically I'm potty trained.
But I still can't really walk. I mean I alternate, walking and crawling.
I definitely can't cook, not that I was really able to anyway. And well, I have a babysitter. Someone who is always there to watch over me. Even if Mint is only just a teenager, and I've heard him admit that he's a Beacon drop-out to my parents. He apparently didn't meet the entry requirements. That doesn't mean that he can't fight though, and when he's not in the kitchen like he currently is still stirring the batter he takes me out the back and then shows off.
He calls it's training.
I call it showing off.
Although really when he does it he looks like an absolute idiot. His weapon is also nothing more than a shovel, and admittedly it's not exactly impressive. I mean if it works I guess it works but really when I sit and watch him, he looks like one of those dorky kids who try to mimic anime and cartoons... and kind of failing.
Also, he tends to whack himself when practicing... So I think that he might have a bit of a rattled skull.
Or several screws loose. But he's definitely sweet as mint. I always loved that flavour, and the smell and well. I kind of like him. As said, he's a dork. I just don't like what he represents. My lack of control in this situation.
My lack of maturity and well...
It's annoying. But what about growing up a second time wouldn't be when there's not much to really do. I mean I have some toys to play with, and stuff to adapt to. But really, there's not much to really do.
It's better than infancy with sleeping and screaming, and eating I guess. But at the same time it's worse. Because my slightly increased mobility with the lack of new items to distract myself with is hell on Revenant. I need more toys than a couple of stuffed animals and several dog-eared books. Well loved books sure, but I've pretty much read through them. And Mom and Dad have put their books up too high for me to really reach now. I haven't got a clue why either.
Mint is of course still cooking. Pancakes because he seems to think that they're the best food ever. And I suppose that they can be, depending on how they're cooked, but really...
I just wish that I could grow up already.