Rebirth on Clouds

Light & Clouds

Light detonated.

My chest heaved, ribs rattling like they weren’t ready for air yet. I gasped — not asphalt, not headlights, not rain, not broken bones.

Instead? Clouds.

Soft, glowing silver clouds cradled me like the universe spun silk just to keep me from hitting respawn too hard. When I pressed my palms into them, they were warm — not vapor, not mist, but alive. They hummed faintly, like a heartbeat.

Above stretched a golden sky pierced by crystal towers that scraped infinity. Waterfalls climbed upward instead of falling, silver streams dissolving into constellations.

It looked like someone built a city out of starlight and said, Yeah, that’s practical.

The words slipped out of my newborn mouth before my brain caught up:

“W–what the hell…? Didn’t I die?”

The taste of rain still lingered. Ray’s voice still echoed in my skull. But now… this?

My Mother — Yumi, Queen of Heaven

A shadow leaned over me.
Not just any shadow. Her.

Silver hair poured like liquid starlight, blue eyes shimmering with tears that looked more expensive than gemstones.

She scooped me up, rocking me, hands glowing faintly as if light itself loved being held by her.

She looked at me like I was everything. Like she had waited all eternity for me.
Meanwhile, I was a confused newborn tasting rainwater and trauma.

Her lips brushed my forehead as her voice cracked:

“My son… my Haise Tenjin.
Whatever it takes, you’ll live.
Whatever it takes, I’ll protect you.”

And here’s where I should’ve stayed cold, right? Except something warm folded inside me.

This wasn’t just a woman.
This was Yumi, the Queen of Heaven.
My mother.

And for the first time since Ray… I felt wanted.

The God King Appears

The sky itself split open.

Light tore across Heaven like fragile paper. Through it stepped a figure so massive the towers seemed like toy blocks at his feet.

A man cloaked in radiance. Purple hair spilled like stormfire, his golden eyes burned like twin suns. His every breath shoved the world into rhythm. His aura pressed against me — not heavy, not suffocating, just absolute. Truth made flesh.

Even newborn, I got it.

“That’s… a god.”

He smiled down. Not cruel. Not indulgent. Just certain — like mountains, oceans, laws.

“Not just a god. Your father. You are my son now — born of divine lineage. The Son of the God King.”

This man — Tenjin, the 11th God King — was my father.

Cool. So, uh, reincarnation package deal included a mountain-sized dad.

Their Promises

Mother’s arms trembled as she kissed me again.

“Whatever it takes, you’ll live.”

Father lowered his colossal hand onto my chest. Warmth surged. Thunder turned to lullaby.

“If anything dares to harm you, I will ripple the world itself.”

Not fragile words. Not hollow comforts. These were vows. Spoken by beings who could actually keep them.

Even as a newborn, those words wrapped me in armor.

For the first time in forever… I wasn’t drifting.
I was kept.

My Refusal - Acceptance

But.

Inside, I laughed bitterly.

“No… I wanted to die. Why bring me here? Why give me this?”

The ache in my chest refused to leave.

Until something shifted.

A second heartbeat. Mana. Warmth rushing through veins too small to hold it.

I clenched my fists — tiny, weak, newborn.

But I smiled.

And here’s the kicker: I’d watched Isekai anime back on Earth. Magic, powers, chosen heroes. That stuff was fiction… until now. Except this time, it wasn’t a screen. It was real.

Add my parents’ vows. Add my god-status cheat code. Add actual magic?

Yeah.

“…Fine. This time, I’ll live properly.”

First Glimpse of Heaven (Age 2)

Heaven isn’t harps and clouds. Heaven is… weird.

At two years old, toddling through gold halls, I still remembered Earth: rain, streets, Ray. Blurry dreams, but still there.

And then — Heaven proper.

Crystal skyscrapers stabbing clouds. Bridges of woven light across terraces. Flying carriages trailing comets.

Choirs harmonizing with engines that purred with mana. Merchants hawking glowing fruit. Recruits sparring in training yards.

Toddler-me? Slack-jawed.

“This is Heaven? …This is awesome.”

But my brain, ever sarcastic: If gods are gods, why the cars? Shouldn’t everyone just… fly?

Cue my mother descending like it was casual Tuesday.

Hair = silver waterfall. Robes = blazing gold. Entrance = grace itself.

My jaw dropped.

“Flying magic is real! …Wait, I’m a god too. Should I thank myself? Thanks, me.”

So I immediately climbed a ledge and jumped.

“OZZZAAAAHHHH—”

…belly-flop into cloud.

Mother scooped me mid-sputter. Her eyes scolded. Lips almost laughed.

“Flying isn’t for everyone yet, little one. It comes with divine power. Children wait.”

I pouted hard. She tapped my cheek.

“Don’t be gloomy. You’ll soar one day. You are heir to the King himself.”

And yeah. That spark lit inside me.

Mirror, Mirror (Self-Intro)

Later that day, I found a mirror taller than me — polished crystal framed in gold. For the first time, I really saw me.

Wide eyes, light blue as the sky. Hair pale white, streaked with faint purple shades — my mother’s silver and my father’s storm blended into one.

I tilted my head. Blinked.

“So this is me?”

I grinned, tiny teeth flashing.

“Cool. It’s awesome.”

Not bad for a two-year-old reincarnate.

The Heir Realized

Born from storm, remade in light. Yumi’s arms. Tenjin’s vow. Towers of starlight.

Markets alive with mana. Temples that sang. Training yards that burned.

And above it all — the Crystal Heart, pulsing like it owned everything. Feeding gods, mortals, soldiers. Watching me.

When I looked at it, I felt something strange.
Like its light… bent toward me.

Not just recognition — resonance.

Maybe because I wasn’t just Yumi’s son, or Tenjin’s.
I was both — silver moonlight braided with purple storm, blue sky eyes reflecting eternity.

The Heart pulsed once, twice — brighter, stronger — like it approved. Like it knew me. Expected me. Demanded something of me.

For a second, I swore I heard whispers in the silence:

“Child of storm. Child of promise.”

Maybe imagination. Maybe prophecy.

But one truth lodged deep: I wasn’t just reborn.
I was chosen. Expected. Placed.

Its glow washed over me, asking the question on everyone’s lips:

“Will the Son of the King awaken like the rest… or surpass them all?”

I clenched my fists.

I didn’t know yet. But the sky was watching.
And so was destiny.

End of Chapter 1 — Rebirth on Clouds