Mushoku Tensei: Reincarnated as a Beast Race

The rain, which had poured over the Great Forest for months, was finally taking its last breaths. The gray clouds still lingered above the treetops, but the air was lighter, the raindrops falling sporadically, and the fresh scent of the earth mixed with the soft aroma of the leaves. Rygar was perched on one of the massive trees, his eyes closed and his mind calm. He focused on the sounds around him, letting the forest speak to him.

He could hear the small animals moving through the leaves, the cautious steps of a deer in the distance, the soft sound of a squirrel digging the ground, and even the distant flight of a bird. But what caught his attention the most was the sound of the wind, carrying with it the scents of plants and wildlife, whispering secrets that only he could perceive with his sharp senses. As his ears filtered the environment, he could smell a nearby stream, the damp touch of a tree, and the fragrance of flowers that were just beginning to bloom.

(The end of the rainy season always brings a sense of renewal... How the forest breathes and prepares for the next season. It's curious how everything in the world seems to follow a cycle. I will miss this.)

Lost in thought, Rygar reflected on the life he had lived so far—the relentless training, his journey with the Doldia tribe, and the bonds he had forged with friends and mentors along the way. Although only eight years old in this world, he already carried the experience of 28 years, shaped by the memories of his two lives.

In such a short time, Rygar had already begun to distance himself from the person he once was in his previous world. He was maturing rapidly, not only physically but also in spirit, gradually adapting to the harsh realities of his new existence. Despite his young age, his appearance told a different story. His still-developing frame already resembled that of a 10 or 11-year-old, marked by firm muscles, a piercing gaze, and the posture of a seasoned warrior—someone who had faced battles far beyond his years.

Opening his eyes, Rygar activated his magical vision. His eyes gleamed with an unusual intensity, and for a moment, the world around him expanded. The forest stretched before him like a detailed painting, the mana surrounding all the vegetation, and he could see hundreds of meters with astonishing clarity. The trees, the animals, even the small details of fallen leaves on the ground—all became visible, as if reality itself was unfolding before his senses. He felt a surge of energy, as though he were at the peak of his growth spurt.

With a swift motion, he activated Flash Step, and his body was enveloped in an explosion of energy, instantly vanishing from the top of the tree and darting toward the tribe. He could feel the strength in his muscles, his incredible speed, and the wind slicing across his face as he covered the kilometers in the blink of an eye.

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Rygar landed nimbly in the center of the village, his feet making a faint sound as they touched the ground. Around him, the atmosphere was completely different from usual. The smell of food in the air, the laughter, and the shouts of excitement gave the impression that the entire tribe was in a joyous frenzy. The rainy season, which had made their lives so difficult, had finally ended, and everyone was ready to celebrate the almost nonexistent casualties that season. No great battles, no disasters. A reason to celebrate.

This was mainly due to Rygar testing his techniques, but also thanks to the focused training done in the Iron Legion, in addition to the 7 young warriors who could use magic without incantations, making things much more convenient in battles.

He watched the frantic movement of people around him. Some warriors were preparing the meat for the feast, using large knives to cut pieces, others were setting up tents and tables, and a few more distracted ones were sparring in friendly duels, using wooden swords. It was a spectacle of simple fun but full of energy.