"You're hungry, you're hungry"
Years have passed since I started a new life in this world.
My age is up to 3.
I never had anything to do as a baby, so I've spent all my time training magic.
As a result, I have found out.
Magic seemed to have two kinds of things that existed in and out of my body.
Apparently, there's magic in the air.
You can take the magic that's outside of you from your mouth and fuse it with the magic that's inside you.
Since I've noticed this, I've tried to merge two kinds of magic in my stomach, roughly a little below my stomach, and control it to get across my whole body.
Thanks to this, I am now able to work out my magic naturally.
But there was one problem.
That means we still can't use magic.
Apparently, the magic that my mother used could not be used without going to "church".
To some extent, when the child is older, he or she will take the child to church and undergo rituals.
That would make it possible to use simple life magic such as lighting, ignition, and drinking water.
This also means, conversely, that you can't use magic without going to church.
Thanks to you, even if you asked my parents who couldn't use anything other than life magic, they couldn't use magic.
But that's not why I could give up.
Sometimes I wanted to use magic quickly, but was it because self-consciousness existed from so little that I could barely move?
Sometimes I was very free.
I kept trying and making mistakes wondering if I could use magic.
Ever since I was able to speak words, I've been crushing them side by side with bumps and appropriate words, desperately trying to see if the magic wouldn't work.
And it was only recently that I began to feel the response.
That prompted me to go to the field.
My reincarnated new home wasn't nearly as wealthy as flattery.
Or rather, it wouldn't be a problem to call it poverty.
I've been watching the house since I was a baby and I thought the farmer who lives in a run-down house was my birth house.
Every day I live in the same borough of clothes, growing wheat in the fields and making a living.
but since many crops made because of it will also be taken up as taxes, there is not much to mouth every day.
I've never seen anything like eating on my stomach.
I was so hungry that I left my house and came to the field.
But I guess it's sad.
Just then there wasn't one thing I was likely to eat.
but you can't give up just because you don't.
Anyway, I wanted to eat whatever I wanted, and I decided to try and grow my own crop.
Position the end of the field behind the house as your space.
I crouched there and put my little hands on the ground, closing my eyes.
Inhale heavily, then exhale.
I intend to replace all the air I have in me and turn my consciousness to my body as I take a deep breath.
The magic taken from the outside is slowly, twitchy, but definitely mixed to refine the magic.
Enough elaborate magic under the navel, now pulling it up to the chest, pushing it away toward the head, hands and feet.
The pressed magic reaches the edge of the body, from which it returns to the torso.
Carefully, the magic begins to flow slowly and smoothly so that there is no place to lag.
And I repeated it many times.
How many deep breaths did you take?
The magic accumulated in my torso had increased to such an extent that I had no place to go.
Now take it to the palm of your hand that you put on the ground.
The magic power when it existed in the air is like an invisible, light gas image like oxygen as it is.
However, the magic developed in the body is transformed into a viscous liquid-like image.
Even so, because it is not actually liquid, there is nothing like water dripping from my hands.
But such magic pervades the soil of the field through the palm of his hand.
The magic in the refined body, letting it all go to tame to the soil.
Calm down.
Don't lose focus here.
Tell yourself.
Up to this point, I had been able to do it before.
This is what I was feeling in response to magic.
But from here on out, it had ended in failure.
I was assuming that the reason for the failure lay in the fact that I had been out of focus here until the last time.
Life magic and other things taught in church seemed easy to do when you cast a spell.
That impression was on my mind, so I think it was a failure to cast the right word as a spell.
Until then, the magic that had worked so hard to refine and tame the land quickly became foggy.
I will not attempt to cast a spell cheaply this time based on that reflection.
Images are just as important as when working out magic.
I used to help with field work that my grandmother in the country had done in her previous life.
It's like a so-called concurrent farmhouse, with fields and fields that had other jobs but were of considerable size, and I remember watching fertilizers there a lot.
It is no exaggeration to say that the fundamentals of the field are in the goodness of the soil.
Soft, fluffy, slightly warm when touched, nutritious soil.
The field I'm in now wasn't as dirty as it sounded.
Or so much so that I really wonder if this is what I can call a field as a farmer.
Is it not enough that we are ploughing the soil within the lowest limits that vegetables can be planted, away from the big stones that will hold up?
Maybe there's not enough agricultural technology to compare it to the 21st century.
No wonder you think so.
Because even if little life magic exists in the range of effects, I don't see anything like a machine.
With such a field in front, in my brain I remember a field where my grandmother was making vegetables, and imagine its soil.
Blackish soil with all-purpose fertilizer available for many of the most commonly used vegetables.
Fields well plowed and softened, removing all the wasted weeds and making acres so that drainage and sunlight hit well.
Turn your magic to earth even imagining a field of that state.
How much time has passed?
I don't know a clear time.
But he seemed to be crouching on the field with his eyes closed long enough for his throat to be crisp.
I opened my eyes when all the magic that existed in my body was consumed and I couldn't think of anything more.
Only a few metres across the corner of the field had changed its appearance.
There were three acres of nutritious soil that transformed into a completely different state from the rest of the ground.
This is how I succeeded in my first magic.