“…Ah.” Another day.
The same routine.
Lying in the same place…
eating in the same place…
doing absolutely nothing.
How am I supposed to tell them that I want to go outside?
I want to see this world.
Forget going outside…
I haven’t even explored this entire house yet.
At this point, my life consists of only three things.
First, lying helplessly in this cradle.
Second, drinking milk whenever my mother in this world carries me in her arms.
And third…
Looking at my grumpy father’s face every single day.
Well…
To be fair, my father isn’t actually a bad person.
Both my mother and father look incredibly strong, almost like seasoned warriors.
It’s just that the simple clothes they wear make them seem like ordinary villagers.
Sigh…
I’m even getting tired of talking to myself.
I can’t understand a single word they’re saying…
And I can’t say anything back either.
Days slowly turned into weeks.
Morning.
Night.
Sleep.
The same routine repeated over and over again…
And just like that, three months passed.
I’ve been living like this for months now, but there’s at least one piece of good news.
I’ve started to understand this world’s language.
Not completely, of course.
I’m still far from fluent, but my brain has finally begun recognizing patterns.
Little by little, I’m starting to understand what people are saying and how they speak.
If I’m not mistaken…
Today marks exactly three months since I was born.
Apparently, in this world, a child isn’t given a name until they’re three months old.
Which means…
Today is my naming ceremony.
Wait…
Calling this “preparations” would be an understatement.
They’ve decorated the entire house!
Even my cradle has been beautifully decorated.
The place looks less like a naming ceremony…
…and more like they’re about to welcome a bride.
Seriously…
Was all of this really necessary?
You could’ve just given me a name and called it a day.
…Speaking of names.
There’s only one name I like.
Ankit.
No matter what happens, I have to find a way to keep my name as Ankit.
…Oh, right.
Talking about names reminded me…
I haven’t introduced my parents yet.
My mother’s name is Siliya…
And my father’s name is Sore.
Honestly…
Those names sound a little unusual.
…Wait a second.
Who exactly am I even explaining all of this to…?
Just then, Ankit’s mother walked into the room and gently lifted him into her arms.
“Come here, my little one.” “Today is your special day.” “Today, you’ll finally receive your name.” “Come on, let’s dress you in some beautiful clothes.” “My precious son…” Inside his mind, Ankit couldn’t help but grin.
Today, I’ll show all of you how a proper name is chosen.
Who even came up with these strange names in this world?
Still…
There was one thing he was genuinely excited about.
Finally…
I’m getting out of this room.
This is going to be interesting.
Today, I’ll finally see what the people of this world are like…
How naming ceremonies are performed here…
And, for the first time since my reincarnation…
I’ll get a glimpse of the world outside.
Now this…
is something worth looking forward to.