Different Languages

(This book has a very fast pace...)

In the pitch-black and bone-chilling night, a tiny figure lay alone by the roadside, looking to be no more than four or five years old.

His body trembled from time to time like a falling leaf in the wind, clearly suffering badly from the cold.

He really had no idea what kind of cruel parents would bear to abandon such a young child here. At this moment, he was like an abandoned star, twinkling lonely in the dark.

Suddenly, a dazzling light pierced the darkness from afar like a sharp sword and shone over.

Accompanied by bursts of roaring sounds, a car drove toward this place like a behemoth.

"Kuroi, look! There's a child over there!"

The young girl in the back seat of the car had her waterfall-like black-purple long hair braided into a single black braid that hung over her shoulders. She wore a school uniform and a white hair ribbon, resembling a blooming flower.

At this moment, her surprised cry was like silver bells shaking in the wind, crisp and pleasant to the ear, reminding the woman in maid attire in the front.

"Mm, I see it."

Without needing a reminder, the woman in front had already taken all of this in; she also slowed down the car and prepared to park.

In an instant, the two opened the car doors like gusts of wind and hurried to the child's side.

Looking at this dirt-smudged, unconscious little fellow whose body kept trembling from time to time, their hearts ached as if being carved by knives.

At the same time, anger surged like a tide-just who could be so cruel as to abandon such a young child here.

"Kuroi, can we take him back!"

Riko Amanai gently picked up the child as if he were the most precious treasure in this world.

"Of course we can!"

Misato Kuroi's heart was filled with sympathy; how could she bear to let this poor child freeze to death on this icy roadside?

Thus, she agreed to Riko Amanai's request without any hesitation.

The two hurried back with the child.

"Damn it! This feeling of ice and fire is simply going to torture me to death!"

The temperature changes coming from Yuanfang's body made him unable to endure any longer, and he couldn't help opening his eyes and cursing angrily.

He really couldn't figure it out-wasn't he just sleeping in his rental room?

How could it be freezing cold one second and burning hot the next? Was this still letting people sleep or not?

However, upon seeing the woman before him wearing a black short-sleeved dress with a white inner lining, an apron, and her hair coiled into a round bun covered by a white cap fastened with a dark thin-corded bow,

he felt as though he were in a dream, finding it hard to believe.

After all, he had always been all by himself, so how could a woman step into his rental room and gently wipe his face with a warm towel?

"Great, he's finally awake!"

A voice as crisp and pleasant as an oriole leaving the valley suddenly came over.

Before he had even recovered his wits, he saw a young girl excitedly approach like a joyful little bird.

"One isn't enough, there have to be two-this dream is just too wonderful!"

Yuanfang felt extremely excited inside, like a magnificent and boundless ocean, feeling as though he had already seen a wonderful future beckoning to him.

This heavenly, dream-like opportunity made his heart intoxicate and surge with emotion.

Yet suddenly his own voice was so strange, as childish as a child's.

This voice pierced his dream like a sharp sword and pulled him back to reality.

He couldn't help looking down at his own body-these tiny hands, these tiny feet, what the hell was going on?

It would have been better not to give him such a good dream; this tiny body couldn't do anything at all.

While Yuanfang was extremely depressed, both Riko Amanai and Misato Kuroi were full of puzzlement.

Why didn't the child pay attention to them after waking up, and what country's language was he muttering to himself in?

"Kuroi, do you know what he's saying?"

Riko Amanai felt that Kuroi should have more life experience than herself, so she must know what he was saying, right?

"I don't know, but it should be the language of Dragon Country. It seems it's going to be a bit difficult for us to communicate with him!"

"Sigh, what should we do then?"

Riko Amanai's delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly, her face showing worry; after all, with the language barrier, she truly didn't know what this child had encountered or whether he still had family members alive in the world.

"Their family probably suffered an attack from a cursed spirit, leaving only this child behind. Let him stay at my home first, and I'll go check tomorrow."

Kuroi was quite knowledgeable and experienced, deeply aware of the countless tragedies caused by cursed spirits, so she felt the child's encounter might be related to this.

Because after cleaning him up, she finally managed to see Yuanfang's appearance clearly. He was a very cute little boy, and she didn't believe any cruel parents could abandon such a cute little boy.

While they were discussing, Yuanfang snapped out of it as if waking from a dream, only to discover that he was not in a dream at all, but rather truly and solidly in reality. Could it be that he had transmigrated?

Listening to their voices, it was as if he had transmigrated to Sakura Country.

These were not the most pressing matters; the important thing was that he had actually turned into his childhood appearance-what was he supposed to do about this?

If these two girls harbored malicious intentions toward him, should he put up a desperate fight or accept his fate?

"Hm, why does this child's little face change as much as a chameleon?"

Seeing Yuanfang's little face, which seemed to hold many emotions, Riko Amanai was filled with doubt, wondering what on earth Yuanfang was thinking.

Kuroi was the same; while preparing to investigate Yuanfang's information tomorrow, she intended to learn the language of Dragon Country.

One year later...

"It's ready, come eat!"

"Thanks, Sister Kuroi!"

After thanking Misato Kuroi, Yuanfang began to dig into the food.

After a year of getting along, he had already learned the language of this country; after all, in his past life, he hadn't learned any less from those teachers.

At the same time, he also understood where he was-it was actually Jujutsu Kaisen, which almost scared him shitless.

Because the two people beside him were plot characters, and moreover had a 100% mortality rate, staying by their sides probably meant he wouldn't have an easy life either.

Fortunately, as a transmigrator, he had also obtained a cheat, enabling him to control cursed energy with extreme ease, along with a domain that remained active twenty-four hours a day without interruption.

He believed that trying to preserve his little life shouldn't be too difficult.

"Why do you only call Sister Kuroi and not me?"

Riko Amanai's heart was extremely baffled; clearly, she had saved him too.

Yet after learning their language, he stubbornly refused to call her a sister, always addressing her by her name instead.

"Because Riko isn't mature enough!"

Yuanfang casually spouted nonsense simply because he didn't want to call Riko Amanai sister.

After all, although his body was that of a child, his mental age was older than Riko Amanai's, making it impossible for him to bring himself to say it.

As for Misato Kuroi, she was a little older than him in his past life, so calling her sister didn't matter.