The boy’s name was Eiji, and he had been reincarnated.
Twice. As an adventurer, the first time he had served as a guard for a noble family in one of the many small towns that dotted the countryside.
He had been born to parents who were farmers and his birthright was just enough to put him on par with those around him.
But he never really felt like he belonged.
The second time round, however.
This is creative: “Eiji knew what it meant when people said you were reborn.” This is not: “Eiji has been reincarnated.”
“The boy’s name was Eiji, and he had been born.
Twice.” -Eiji knew what it meant when people said you were reborn.
He found that this knowledge allowed him to identify with those around him more than ever before .
Even if most of them didn’t know his story.
The world seemed brighter, the air sweeter for some reason and all because he felt as though he belonged; at home in a way no other time or place had afforded him.
It was like fate stepping in and making everything right again after so long, or maybe just giving the universe one last chance to make things work out how they should have .