Well that's one way for life to kick you in the nuts, One moment you are walking down the street and the next a piano smashes into you're head truly James had the best luck he would say!
Although he had to admit waking back up as a 2 year old child he may have not bad luck at all.
Reborn. That was the only word that fit. I retained vague memories of my previous life: the mundane routine of work, the comfort of a warm bed, the fleeting joy of a shared laugh with friends. Now, those memories felt like faded photographs, distant and unreal.
In their place was an instinctive understanding of Gaelic not that Gaelic would be to useful where i now found myself, a Basic grip on spear techniques, and a quiet, simmering power that resonated deep within my bones.
His now hers name is this life was Scathach, As soon as the minor memory's from her baby years kicked in she was stunned, It was easy to understand where the spear techniques came from then, although only Basic even to her eyes they looked amazing.
I was in a orphanage in a city called Spirit City, It did not take me long to figure out which world i was reborn into, it was the planet from the novel Soul land!
My "Basic Knowledge," as I internally termed it, told me I needed to train, to hone the skills that were now inherent to my being. There was a wildness in my spirit, a thirst for battle that I couldn't quite explain. Even as young as i was it was still there wanting to fight and fight and fight.
My "Basic Skills" were more than just knowledge; they were ingrained reflexes, muscle memory etched into my very soul.
With Four years until my martial soul awakening i would practice these skills and hone them as much a i could in that time, although with only a stick a spear. I practiced stances, footwork, and spear strikes, each movement flowing with a grace and precision I never possessed in my previous life. Thankfully there was plenty of food to go around at the orphanage and none of the kids went hungry, So i had plenty of food for my "playing around" as the caretakers called it.
Although i couldn't do this all the time because the caretakers as taught us basic knowledge we should have, About the world of Soul land, Martial souls and general information that everyone would learn growing up.
Days bled into weeks then into months and years. I had learnt a lot in this time about the world such as about Spirit Hall/Marital Soul Hall a organization that awakens commoners martial souls for free and about the 3 great sects, The Clear Sky Clan (Ranked First) (known for their "Strongest Tool Spirit") Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan (Ranked Second) (known for their "Strongest Auxiliary Spirit") and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan (Ranked Third) (known for their "Strongest Beast Spirit")
There was also 2 great empires on the planet Heaven Dou Empire and The Star Lou Empire. I also learn about soul beasts, albeit only basic information about them since i was not yet a spirit master.
In this time i also grew it was easy to tell i would end up looking near or exactly like Fate type-moon Scáthach. I had long purple hair and red eyes looking just like a younger and at the moment softer scathach, was it a good or bad thing i would end up looking gorgeous? Only time and my martial soul awakening would tell.
I knew well although joked around about being a garbage lower world in my previous life, soul was a deadly and quite horrible place for anyone without Power. In the end it would all come down to my awakening, I would bet it all and rise no one would forget the name scathach in time to come i could feel it.
Tomorrow would be the day that the awakening ceremony for my age group would be held and i could hardly wait.
Her journey would be fraught with peril, filled with enemies. She would face trials that would test Her strength, her skill, and her very soul. But she would not falter. she would not break.
She would ascend. she would rise. And She would carve Her name into the annals of history, just as Scathach had done before Her. The world was waiting, and She was ready. The rivers of blood and mountains of bone would be her stepping stones to greatness. The legend of Scathach, reborn, was about to begin.