Oh no! After I Reincarnated, My Moms Became Son-cons! Book 13: Chapter 16

I didnt return to the forest I first arrived at in this world. My bodys physical sensations were eventually restored. I slt the unique natural sll of wood. A sensation from my lower body reassured . It was a totally different feeling to the waves. On the back of my head was a soft cloth material that emitted a fragrant scent. I seed to be lying on flowers. I heard gurgling sounds by my ear; I thought sothing was boiling.

I slowly opened my eyes. Overhead was a red wooden roof. I turned over to look in the direction of the wind blowing. What I saw was a large window Actually, it resembled an open folding door. Outside the building was a gradient red and orange sunset. A bright fla accompanied the clouds in the sky. The lantern hanging on the door gently swayed in the wind. At the centre of the courtyard was a huge tree. An overwhelming number of pink flower petals reflected the setting sun, generating a fiery scene.

*Clink*

I heard the sound of porcelain clink next to . I imdiately turned over to see a white soft yarn. A soft and slender pair of hands picked up a clay pot on the small fla. The heat inside the pot cheerfully burst forth. The soft pair of hands gently poured the brown liquid inside of the pot out into the porcelain bowl in front.

I turned my head again. Her long black hair resembled a black waterfall. From the side, her face was radiant white. Her eyes werent on . Kneeling next to , she gently picked up a tray with a bowl containing several things inside. She then picked up a grind stone. She slowly ground and stirred away.

I wanted to speak, but I decided it was better not to when I went to speak. I didnt want to disturb the breathtaking beauty. I saw the sunset, ancient tree, bright flowers, steam that whisked up from the pot, soft and slender hands of the beauty, and gentle eyes of the beauty.

She turned to face , allowing to see the front of her face for the first ti. Underneath her long black hair was a stunning indifferent face. Her appearance differed to Nier and Lucia; her face was the type I often saw when I was still alive. She had the small and delicate face of an individual of Asian heritage, and it certainly gave off that vibe. Her eyes were the sa type of red as Ling Yues. They were a darker shade compared to Ling Yues bright red eyes, though.

As if she was a statue, she didnt wear a smile, concern or any emotion on her face. She looked at the world indifferently and silently as though she didnt care about anything in the world.

We looked at each other. She didnt say anything. She reached her hand out to help up. She carried a familiar scent on her. I thought I slt her scent sowhere before. It wasnt the scent of flowers, and, if I was correct, it was a scent I often slt when I was still alive.

I felt her warm hand on the nape of my neck. I felt a painful sensation when I sat up despite going sitting up slowly. I was fine when I was still; however, my entire body hurt when I moved. It was as though I didnt co back to life from the ocean but rolled down a mountain. I groaned. Her hand stopped for a mont, but she still didnt show any emotion. I shook my head, and then she let go before handing the porcelain bowl to .

The brown liquid inside the bowl exuded soothing warmth that also reminded one of bitter mories. It resembled the dicine from ho that one missed, yet could put one at ease. Sotis western dicines capsules and sugar-coated tablets felt excessively awkward to consu. Eastern dicine that had been passed down for millenniums, on the other hand, carried the care and gentleness of those from millenniums ago to the present.

I slowly drank the contents. The dicine was seriously very bitter. Still, I bit the bullet and finished it. All she did was watch in silence the entire ti. She wasnt happy, consoled or worried. She didnt show any emotions; it was as though she didnt belong to this world, and my life and death was none of her concern. Indeed, my life and death had nothing to do with her.

I placed the bowl down. She placed it on the tray. She then tidied up the pot above the fla and stood up. Her bare feet beneath her white and pink robe were partially revealed. Her robe had to be a kimono. It was the exact sa design as a Japanese kimono.

Could it be that this islands culture developed the sa way? Will she understand what I say, then? I wondered.

Ah

I tried to speak by calling out to her. She stopped in her tracks at the door. She didnt look back, or wait for , nevertheless. I tried to say, Umm Hello Umm I want to ask who you are and where I am Please tell

She simply stood at the door without looking back or answering, maintaining her posture. I, too, just looked at her back despite feeling awkward. I thought she didnt understand my question.

Ying.

What?

I heard a familiar, yet unfamiliar, tone. I seed to hear a dialect I didnt understand. Thankfully, I could understand her, albeit barely. She turned around to look at upon hearing my response. In a serious tone, she repeated herself, Ying.

Ying?

Wow, thats too simple for an Asian na, right? It seems overwhelmingly simple, doesnt it? Its as simple as the na Wang Jianguo, which ans, king building the nation, I thought.

Tone calm, she elaborated, This is Yabuki. I found you by the shore and brought you back. Youve been unconscious for an entire day. Youve just co to, so dont be emotional.

Ah, mm Thank you, I replied with a blank look.

Ying then added, Youve suffered very grave injuries and been exposed to the cold. Have a good rest for so ti, and then you can slowly ease back into moving around.

Mm.

Want sothing to eat?

Yes please.

All right.

Ying nodded, and then turned around. She shut the door gently behind her after exiting. I turned around and sighed. I slowly attempted to try and mobilise my stiff limbs. Unfortunately, it felt as if I was a robot that hadnt been lubricated in a long ti. I felt as though I had adhesions in my joints as well as waves of painful sensations. My chest and back were wrapped in thick bandages. I also had the scent of herbal dicine on . I stretched my arm out to find them covered in bruises, too. I considered myself lucky to not have been eaten up by a fish of so sort. Lying down was the only way to feel relatively comfortable.

I didnt know how much longer I needed to rest for, but I felt I had a lot of injuries. Most worriso was my injuries didnt heal. Under normal circumstances, I recovered from wounds at a rapid rate as long as it wasnt inflicted with the mana dissolvent. However, my body didnt recover when I was in the desert, the North or here. In other words, there was a lack of mana here. Put another way, this place, wherever it was, was a long distance away from our continent.

I didnt know how Lucia, Nier or my fleets were doing. I just hoped that those around were safe and sound, particularly Lucia, as she couldnt move last night. I didnt know if Nier saved her. I wanted to know when theyd be able to locate .

My necklace was missing. I placed my necklace on the bedside when I slept. It dropped into the water when the ship capsized. That ant I had no ans of calling Mommy Vyvyan, either. I needed to stay here for so ti to recuperate. Then, I needed to search for them on my own. Perhaps I couldnt enjoy the sunset because I was worried about Lucia and Nier.