[ 76 years after the genocide of the Air Nomads. Northern Water Tribe. ]
Today in the capital of the Northern Water Tribe, nationwide celebrations were taking place. People were having fun and making ceremonial toasts in honor of the birth of a son in the family of the respected Tribe Chief Arnook. Many had worried that the child would no longer be able to come into the world, since in the eighth month of pregnancy, the Chief's wife — June — began to lack her own magic for the normal development of the fetus. Fortunately, water benders from the healing hall helped deal with this in time, taking shifts at the mother's bedside to constantly nourish the woman in labor with gentle water healing magic.
Rumors began circulating around the city that the Chief's son would have an extraordinary gift for mastering water, since even before being born he was so hungry for energy.
Only in the palace was there complete silence, and the people there spoke only in whispers, trying to walk completely soundlessly. The thing was that the long-awaited son in the ruling family had recently fallen asleep, and no one wanted to accidentally wake him, thereby incurring their Chief's displeasure.
At this time, while the main character was already seeing his first dreams, June, gently holding him, was talking with her husband. [ image ]

"Heh-heh-heh, I told you it would definitely be a son! My heir!" — Arnook said with paternal pride, looking at his son.
"Quiet! You'll wake him!" — June quietly shushed him. "Hmm, really? And who spent all nine months walking around dreaming about a little princess he would spoil for the rest of his life?" — she asked in a mocking tone.
"I don't remember that," — Arnook replied, embarrassed. "Better tell me, what shall we name him? With such unusual looks, he'll definitely be surrounded by female attention," — he finished with even some white envy.
June fell silent for several minutes, examining her firstborn as if searching for an answer to the question in his appearance. With a small tuft of white hair and already fluffy eyelashes, he looked like a little angel, making it hard for her to suppress the urge to cover him with kisses. And how she loved his violet eyes, which seemed to glow with some otherworldly light.
"Let's call him Yuki," — she answered after some thought. "Ah, I'm getting sleepy," — June said, ending the sentence with a sweet yawn.
"Yes, yes, rest dear," — Arnook said with care. "After all, today was the most stressful day for you. I'll ask several people to stay near the room at all times — call them if you need anything."
"I'll come back a little later. Ha, even on my son's birthday, work won't let me go," — he said, already covering his beloved with a blanket and kissing her forehead.
"I know your 'work' — just don't drink too much," — June said with closed eyes as Arnook left the room.
He decided to pretend he hadn't heard her words and quietly continued on his way, thinking to himself that he couldn't not celebrate his son's birth, and he could buy his beloved's forgiveness with gifts later. [ image ]

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The main character — once a nameless spirit, Wong's friend, and now simply Yuki.
Upon my appearance in this world, I fully felt like one big bundle of nerves: a cacophony of sounds, множество непонятных запахов, there was no center of gravity to speak of. An analogy came to my suffering brain of riding super fancy Russian roller coasters, only all of this multiplied by a hundred at least. With my first breath, I just started screaming — my lungs burned, colors flashed before my eyes, some constant noise in the background, but all of this was... pure pleasure for me! Because the main thing was that I was alive, whole, and soaring.
As soon as something soft was poked into my face, I instinctively opened my mouth and started sucking. Honestly, I didn't expect such reflexes toward a breast from myself.
While I was getting food, I felt someone very carefully rocking me, and the hands holding me radiated tons of love and care. It's simply impossible to describe in words — I had never felt such a sense of security before.
Even without extra thought, it's clear this is my mother. Mutual feelings arose somehow naturally, I'd even say organically. After all, I really am her child, just with some baggage from a past life.
After eating my fill and even burping — which I shamelessly called an indicator of excellent cooking from the chef — I soon began to feel sleepy. Today I experienced great stress and have the right to rest. First there was the incomprehensible spirit world, then a race against time that could even be called a battle for my mind, and finally birth. Now nothing is rushing me, so I have every right to just relax.
The next couple of months I felt like a king: they bring food, clean up "business," don't scold me — in short, they cherish and pamper me by hook or by crook. I didn't even consider going on myself a problem. Yes, if I could somehow influence this process, I would try to use a potty. But for now this is beyond my competence, so I just gave up and don't worry about it, especially since what's natural isn't disgraceful.
Little by little I began to distinguish the silhouettes surrounding me, and I hear sounds more clearly too. It also became clear that I want to eat too much — when mom runs out of milk, I still don't feel satiated in my body, as if hinting at this. The very next day, a new woman unfamiliar to me was feeding me. This continued further, even though I was always still fed my mother's milk.
Somehow I hadn't noticed before, but being an infant with many limitations, I still feel much more comfortable than in spirit form. As if some pressure that constantly pursued me had disappeared. I attribute the latter to finally becoming "native" to this world. You could say before I was a beta tester with a month of free use, but now I shelled out money to buy a real license, so functionality expanded and limits were removed.
Large calloused hands often picked me up. This unpleasant person, often hugging me, would prick me with his beard. These were the only male hands by feel, so I assigned them to father.
The first months I slept off my entire past life. Every adult person dreams now and then of returning to the past when they still went to kindergarten, just to give themselves a smack for not sleeping during quiet time. How I used to curse myself for this. Especially when I started going to university and work, because six hours of sleep was already in the category of: "I'm living it up today — sleeping a whole six hours!"
The happiness didn't last long. At one point I realized I still didn't know what gender my little body was. I have nothing against the female sex — quite the opposite, just between us, I only love them — but having lived a whole chunk of life as a man, it's hard not to start going crazy. My parents even noticed my bad mood and tried in every way to cheer me up.
After suffering for a week, I kept trying to somehow feel or touch what was between my legs. A little later, I just gave up — I burned out. Besides, it's not the end of the world, I'll figure something out. And why suffer needlessly, waste nerves, when it turns out you were born a boy.
A month later I decided to check my energy. At least take a peek. Diving deeper into myself, I saw my sources had become much more alive, and also felt how every second my spirit form merges with my physical body.
Wan Shi Tong's records contained a warning: don't use magic until "synchronization" is completely finished. I intend to follow this advice with all diligence. As far as I know, complete fusion can last from three to five years. This can't help but make me happy — I just need to wait practically nothing, and magic will be with me again. You really do get used to good things quickly...
My senses are finishing calibration. Recently I was able to examine my room's interior. Everything looked quite ascetic, though honestly I expected worse. A decent-sized room with predominant shades of blue, there are even areas where you can see the walls are icy.
Water Tribe then — if only I knew which of the two... If I ended up before canon, there's time to prepare for upcoming events. Judging by the cartoon, the Northern Tribe managed to fight off the Fire Nation quite well during their conflict, which can't be said for the southern one. But after the exhausting war, the former simply walled themselves off from the whole world, abandoning their brothers to be torn apart by enemies.
I condemn but understand. I think in those times, sending help to an ally meant weakening your own defense. People in power primarily thought about their own citizens, which also can't be called bad judgment.
Each day I felt my body better and even managed to look at my parents. Mother turned out to be a pleasant-looking woman with dark skin and long black hair. Father looked a bit older than mom, with fairly long black hair for a man, and that same prickly beard. And I recognized him as a fairly well-known character. Arnook, is that you? So it's the northern tribe.
Now I understand — all those trials were to reward me fully in the end. It turns out I'm the son of the Water Tribe Chief — this is much better than I expected. In the future, such kinship will give me many advantages while also imposing great obligations. After all, I was born the equivalent of a president's son — my achievements are his achievements, but my failures will hit him too. Especially in such a closed society where everyone knows each other.
In principle, no big deal. With my future abilities, I don't think I'd be an ordinary citizen anyway — the same water magic, which will be much better than others', will force me to quickly climb the "career" ladder. I feel like a donator — the situation is like when you paid in a game for the best gear and support, and because of this quickly broke into the top players.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha," — the baby lying on the bed tried to make an ominous and triumphant laugh, but this only brought trouble upon himself.
The nanny and mom, seeing how sweetly the baby was laughing, couldn't resist and began to squeeze him, or in Yuki's opinion, viciously torment him.
It seems I'm too irresistible — any action of mine provokes my surroundings into kisses and hugs. I even started trying to behave more calmly and seriously, but this was the wrong tactic — this way I excite them even more. Oh no, I won't give up so easily!
Today they dressed me warmer and it seems we're going for a walk. Leaving the room, we entered a long corridor. Moving further, more and more doors and rooms began appearing — what a big house we have, or is this a palace? [ image ]

All the people we met had darkish skin tones and various eye colors. It looked like several non-traditional Eskimos who, when transitioning to an animated series, somehow picked up Slavic, Asian, and even Indian facial features, but definitely creating a very beautiful mixture in the end.
The city amazed with its unusualness. In daylight, множество ледяных зданий reflected sunlight, giving the streets a certain fantasy quality. The canals running throughout the city reminded me of Venice from my past life. I admit, this view wins a hundredfold over the scenes shown in the cartoon. [ image ]

The main thing is that with the large number of city residents, there were no crowds. Why walk the whole city on foot when you can get to the right place much faster by boat through the canals. Good thoughtful architecture is impressive — you can see they built with soul and for the convenience of all people.
Entering one of the buildings, I saw girls and women walking quickly throughout a large hall. Curiously peeking into passing rooms, I could see a sixteen-year-old girl healing a man's injured leg. Healing with glowing water... this is what water healing magic looks like. A very useful skill — I'll need to learn this myself too.
Passing representatives of the fair sex often stared at me. A couple times I even saw in their eyes the desire to take me from my parent and squeeze me, but mom, seeing such behavior, only raised her nose higher as if saying: "Look at my irresistible son and be more envious!"
Entering one of the offices, mom talked about something with a cool granny who moved quite briskly around the office while we sat on the couch. Undressing me, she began moving glowing water over my body. In places where it passed, it became a little ticklish, but I endured manfully. Seeing my efforts, they began giggling and looking at me tenderly.
Apparently they found nothing wrong, since they can have fun at my expense. Already heading toward the building exit, I saw it! A mirror! Starting to pull mom toward it, I began intently examining my face. Argh, too unclear! Why are small children so cute?!
I couldn't even figure out if I'm a boy or girl. But I learned that my appearance is unusual even by the standards of the people I've met: white hair like snow and eyes like amethysts. How cool! [ image ]

At this point you'll either start suffering from narcissism or enjoying it in every way... Now at least the reaction of people I've met is understandable — even I want to squeeze myself.
Some more time passed. I started crawling, and seeing this, my parents brought a bunch of rugs, covering the entire room with them. Now my favorite activity was working out muscle, crawling around the room and listening to adult conversations, meanwhile trying to figure out the meaning of individual words.
I thought I'd get the full "social package" in my new life, but here I also need to learn the language. Nothing's ever easy for transmigrators from the books I've read. In the spirit world there was no such problem — apparently even those scrolls were essentially more energy than a set of real words.
How great it is to just fall anywhere at any moment and sleep to your heart's content. Even in my past life, the sound of an alarm clock only brought strong melancholy — even frequent ringtone changes didn't help. Here there's nothing like that at all.
I wonder if Yue will be born? If you think about it carefully, she should be... Father looks much younger than in the series. So there are still chances, though with my appearance I've already begun changing the known course of events.
If I continue this thought, at the time of the series Princess Yue was sixteen years old, and even if I was born in the same year as her, I have plenty of time to prepare for probable events. Of course, from an advantageous side for me.
If I was born even earlier, that's super. I'll probably even have time to travel and open several chakras. Well, I need to make plans, but we all know what happens to them in reality — later, as always, I'll have to act according to the situation.
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