The Weakest to Strongest

Waaaahhhhh, uwaaahhhh...

'Is it normal for a person to cry like a baby after they die…?'

Ruya thought that to himself

Was he hallucinating from having a lot of blood loss? Or was the neighbour's child crying from the attack?

If it were true, then it was unfortunate. The Kitayan Kingdom would fall easily today, so there was no way a newborn could survive the destruction.

'I'd love to save that child, but I'm in no condition to help others. My body was cut in half. I hope I can travel back in time to re-do everything and not have anymore regrets instead of having a miserable life.

waaaahhhhh!

The cry was getting louder and louder. It wouldn't surprise him if the baby died because of loss of oxygen from crying at the top of its lungs.

'What a pathetic death I had, I couldn't even save the baby.

His vision was filled with complete darkness.

There was no sign of the baby stopping. As he endured the shame and listened helplessly. Ruya wondered why the baby was not dead yet.

Not only did he receive a fatal wound from the knights, his body was cut in half. There's no way I could survive this long. Nonetheless the cry never stopped…

'Wait the cry was coming from my mouth!'

He is confused about what is happening.

Ruya was the one letting out those loud cries.

Today at december 5th, 1630

The youngest child of the Samsory family, Ruya Samsory travels back in time. Where he was just a newborn.

***

150 days have passed since he came back.

Ruya can now crawl around perfectly, and had no choice but to accept the truth unfolding before him.

He came back in the past after his death. There was no explanation. And there was no way he could explain it to others, as he could barely form any word.

'Even if I tell people the truth after I became 3 years old, no one would believe that I was 25 years old in my past life.'

They would just think it is a child's joke or delusional.

If he were to mention the whole history or secrets of the family, then some people potentially believe him. However the chances of getting eliminated or being treated as a cursed child were extremely high.

Therefore, Ruya was once again destined to live as a child of the Samsory family.

The youngest child of the Samsory family!

It was an incredible privilege and opportunity.

Most people living in the world would consider being born as the Samsory's child an extraordinary blessing.

However, Ruya was at a loss.

I would've preferred being born in an ordinary family.

In that scenario, it would've not taken him 150 days to accept the truth of the whole situation.

He was reborn in the same family, as the same child, on the same day as his past life. In other words, he is most likely gifted with the same talent as his previous life.

Swordsmanship and magic.

However, the Samsory family hated magic. The Crestician family, the family of magicians, was Samsory's mortal and greatest enemy.

'The youngest child of the Samsory again. I wonder if the curse that Ruther destroyed is still on me. How should I run away from this ridiculous family and learn magic this time?'

There was no way he could learn magic while he was still in Samsory property.

If the curse that Ruther destroyed for him was affecting him again, then he wouldn't even be able to learn swordsmanship either.

As he breathed deeply, Ruya closed his eyes slowly.

His body couldn't obey his mind and resist its natural needs. And so, he fell into a deep sleep.

***

1 year has passed since his rebirth.

Time was passing slowly, one day at a time.

Ruya was sick of thinking of a plan for his future now. His body could not resist the temptation of a snooze now, and he was bored to death of living as an inarticulate child.

'I want to grow up at a faster rate! This is so frustrating! I can't do anything as I am right now!'

All he could do was drink milk in the bottle and fall asleep when the time came. And whenever he relieved himself in his diapers, Givy, his nanny, would come to replace them. It was an extremely shameful and embarrassing experience for Ruya, who had the mind of an adult man.

That was all his daily doings and schedule that had entailed during the entire year.

Step, step.

A certain woman entered Ruya's room. She was the mistress of the family, Sera Samsory.

She had silky hair and a sharp gaze decorating her straight, pointy nose. Despite her alluring charm, she appeared quite shrewd and overpowering, which earned her the nickname 'dark tigress' from others.

"Are the preparations over, Gilly?"

"Of course, ma'am. Today's the day the young master 'selects', so I've paid special attention to everything."

"Good. Then let's go immediately."

Ruya realized that today was his birthday from their conversation.

The children of the Samsory family go through a certain ritual ceremony called 'Swords' on their first birthday.

It was a ritual where the adults laid around a dozen swords on the floor, and made the baby crawl towards one of them and grab the item.

There was a superstition that when the child 'selected' an item, the item would be a representation of the child's future and destiny. Strangely enough, the Samsory were obsessed with this superstition.

Sera picked up Ruya and moved to the house's central hall.

At the hall's center stood a man, arms crossed.

He was Ruya's father, the strongest knight of the present era, Kaizen Samsory.

'Father'

It was Ruya's first time seeing his father after his rebirth. Having reached the realm of the half-god realm, Kaizen was very rarely present at the house.

He was always fighting at wars or training in some remote locations.

'And my brothers and sisters…'

His 12 siblings were also present.

While they had treated Ruya like a weakling and useless insect in his past life, they hadn't committed such acts as of yet. They were all waiting for Ruya with wide smiles on their faces.

As he remembered the suffering he had gone through because of them, his chest began to feel pain and stuffy.

"Sera, put Ruya down."

His mother followed his father's instructions. As his limbs reached the cold marble floor, a slight shiver shook his head.

Two meters away from him lay the items for the sword selection ritual.

He could see a lot of different types of legendary swords impaling the hall floor

Ruya just had to choose one sword among all these.

'This is crazy. I couldn't remember the ritual from my past life because I was too young back then, but now that I see it in person, it's insane. Do they actually plan on making a baby crawl through countless swords and grab one at the blade?'

In his past life, Ruya had selected a sword. Since that sword was hidden amongst the countless swords, it was no surprise that all the Samsory children had selected the weapons.

"Now, choose one of them, son."

The members of the Samsory family watch as Ruya crawls with great anticipation.

They were all curious to see which sword the youngest child would select. Whether it would be a twinswords, a greatsword, a longsword, or a completely different one.

As the tense gazes focused on Ruya, he began to crawl towards the sword he had selected previously.

The people around the world probably had no idea that the renowned Samsory made their children go through such a ridiculous ceremony ritual every time.

Ugh.

Ruya was frustrated that he couldn't advance faster. Crawling was taking so long and so much energy causing him to feel sleepy and tired.

'The sword I subconsciously chose in the past was quite an inconvenience, but this time, I'll intentionally select that same sword.'

Badump, Badump.

He could feel his tiny heart beating faster with power.

The weapons were planted in a circle. The item Ruya wanted was in the middle.

As he rolled and crawled around, Ruya passed by the sword closest to him. The eyes of all the observers in the hall went wide.

Even if the child were from the renowned family of swordsmasters, babies would almost always select the item closest to them.

However, Ruya was zigzagging through the forest of swords, and the others couldn't help but gulp with each of his movements.

They were all thinking the same thing.

'Could he be… going for that sword?'

Ruya continued swerving through the countless swords and blades as the eyebrows on Kaizen and Sera's frozen faces began to twitch in response to each sword he grazed.

"Gah, Gah."

Ruya finally selected his sword. Blood began dripping down the fingers as he touched the blade of the sword.

Everyone's gazes slowly moved from the baby towards the sword in question, and the siblings' jaws instantly dropped.

They all believed the Ruya coincidentally chose that sword, but the truth couldn't be more difficult. He had crawled like a crazy and mad child to reach this specific weapon. He ended up depleting all his energy, as controlling the body of a baby wasn't simple as i thought it was.

'Crawling all the way here intentionally was exhausting, so how on earth did I accidentally select this sword in my previous life…?'

His hand was touching Larent.

It was the sword's name, and was part of the clan's emblem.

For many generations, this sword could only be wielded by the Samsory heads. To be more specific, the family heads that had been recognized and acknowledged by all the members of the family.

The number of times larent had been 'selected' during the ceremony in Samsory history could be counted on one hand.

And every single child that had selected larent grew up to become the head of the family. Every single child except for Ruya Samsory from his first life.

"Ruya chose the founder's sword"

Kaizen spoke in a solemn tone

A few people were cheering in joy, and a few others were trying their best to hide their disapprovement.

This was what the Samsory superstition was about.

"The ritual is over. And bring Ruya to the Tempest House.