It seems that I'm a child in an orphanage now.

  I don't exactly know why or how I'm here but the angel told me that I'd be sent to a different world.

  Though, as far as I can see, there's not much abnormalities around so I wonder what's the difference here if I was actually transferred away from Earth. It's hard to tell because of the location I'm in. Being in a small town somewhere in the middle of a forest is not really advantageous.

  Looking at the mirror: I can see a blonde girl at the age of 6. Her name is Meyraqyrofy/Mrqfy, or at least that's what people call her. She has short hair and... rabbit ears, I think? Noone else has them, but noone seem to mind either. ...I doubt this is the only difference between earth and this world, though.

  It'd be nice to have rabbit-eared people back there, but on second thought, nevermind.

  At first, I was mesmerized, then I realized that this girl was actually me! It's crazy how a British man can turn into such a beautiful girl overnight. It really baffles me!

  There was also a strange thing called 'Magic' here. It seems that magic is exactly what it sounds like—relative to the meaning it was given back on earth.

  It works by creating as you speak(abracadabra).

  "Child, you best not dwell deep into the forest or else you'll find thyself in big trouble." Says one of the caretakers. I believe people call her 'Renny', a pretty normal name unlike mine...

  Learning their language was difficult due to my experiences with English. But I still managed to reply. "Well... I am well-informed that going into a dark and scary place will kill me so don't worry much."

  ...A long week passed by and I was eventually sent out into a clearing to help Renny pick some edibles for the others.

  "May I ask, why don't you enlist in the military so you can leave this godforsaken lifestyle?" He said whilst plucking mushrooms of the ground.

  "What? Oh, I'd rather not join those barbarians! How rude are you to encourage a little girl to get bombed to hell out in the wilds?!" I irritatedly responded.

  There shouldn't be any reason for me join the military, at least, for now. Our supplies and resources here may be low but that won't be enough for us to be forced into hard labour.

  Though, a caretaker trying to hook kids into the military really is something I didn't expect to experience in this world...

  "No, no, no..! Let me speak for a moment here-"

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  "Do I look like I have some sort of talent I can use to gain advantage in the battlefield?"

  "Hmmm... You'd pretty much be a walking meal, or target for such matters..." He looks at my long rabbit ears. "But wait, that's not what I was trying to point out here."

  He sits down on the grass as I was trying to find berries in a bush.

  I glance at him the same time I do my job.

  We had enough food for today because of yesterday but people would think we're lazy if we came back with less resources.

  "You see, Meyraqyrofy, not only are you gorgeous and beautiful—I say that while trying to not sound weird by the way—but you're also capable of doing magic, or at the very least, you have some potential to do so." He's really starting to sound just like a recruiter now.

  "We still have some time, so why don't we... Do some magic?"

  "I'd like it if you spoke to me without sounding like some dirtbag... But I've read that magic is forbidden for poverty-stricken people like us due to insufficient nutrients and such." I've read about it in a book back in the orphanage!

  "Don't worry about it, it mostly uses mental strength and not physical strength. Though, I must admit, it's pretty scary how you can already think and sound like an adult at the age of 6, but that takes care of the mental strength problem." He states. "Firstly, try some invocations. We thought you guys well, didn't we? Best you use that knowledge for useful and ethical purposes, like magic in this context!"

  Some invocations? If I remember correctly, the caretakers made us memorize and recite invocations, but none of us—including me—really understood what we were supposed to do so we simply took it as some kind of basic prayer.

  I put down the basket of food to stand in front of Renny before doing as he asked.

  "Hmmm... I think it went like this... Oh, our heavenly lord, please bring forth to us the blessings of thy might. Even a tad bit of your life-powers will do mine a favor."

  "No, no. Say it with more faith and passion! That should be enough, though, so now try casting [Revitalize] on the field before us."

  "Revitalize? Alrighty then..." I closed my eyes and spoke. "Oh, dearest spirits and angels... Cast upon the soil, [Revitalize]!"

  And to my disbelief, a patch of grass grew taller and denser than the rest.

  "Wataah..?!" My jaw dropped seeing magic for the first time.

  "Wow. It's been years since I've last seen magic, and it's the first time I've seen a 6 year old do it!"

  We were both astounded.

  But one thing immediately came to mind; was this how got here? Did that angel use this 'magic' to reform me into this body?

  With a new lead, I think I might be able to find my way back into earth after all..! I've played card games and table games with magic and other supernatural abilities to beat other people with, so there's gotta be something like those that I can use to get back to earth!

  I really don't want to live here with primitive technology and no internet access so I'd much rather stay in Earth than in this medieval fantasy world.

  "Great! Now, with you in the picture, there will at least be one less Toqian fuckers in the world!" Renny laughed.

  "Eh? What did you just say?"

  ...4 months later, I found myself sitting in the barracks of Yu'uia—in the capital city of this nation.

  It seems that the people here hate the neighbouring country, which is Toqia.... Renny paid me all of his life-savings and sent me to enlist in the military. They happily took me in, seeing my talent as a mage. There hasn't been much 6 year olds that could use magic before, especially in this nation, and with the military's manpower and human resources not meeting the unrealistic bars they've placed upon themselves, anyone could join in and give themselves the standard bolt-action rifle, or sword, or staff.

  Sigh...

  So much for magic. Guess all it's gonna do for me is dive me straight into death.