One day or night (he was unable to tell) his mother brought with her a bowl with a strange substance that at first glance he was unable to identify, but after smelling it carefully he understood that it was cooked meat. Cooked meat made into putty to be correct. His brothers began to ask for food as always, but his mother's expressionless face just watched them and indicated that they should eat from the bowl, he did not hesitate and began to eat quickly.
Most of his siblings continued to nag their mother but two of them watched him and soon joined in, only three ate at that time, his mother picked up the bowl and was about to leave as soon as it was empty, however an instant after picking it up she placed her hand on his forehead and said - you have a very voracious appetite for such a small one - he thought he heard these words even though her lips didn't move and for an instant, less than a second, he was sure he saw sadness in her eyes.
The four who were left without food sobbed in a corner while those who had joined him in eating from the bowl slept soundly.
The process would be repeated at the next meal, but this time the stragglers soon joined in and ate all seven from the bowl.
Time passed, and he soon realized that his hunger was increasing. The bowl that had initially been enough for the seven of them began to look small, so much so that he mistakenly believed that his mother was bringing less and less food. However, not long after, he realized what was really happening. They were growing; every time they woke up, they were bigger, their hair grew, and in general, they stopped looking like babies much faster than common sense dictated, at least the one he had from his previous life.
Soon a fight broke out at the table where everyone was eating. The largest of his siblings covered the bowl with his body, preventing the rest from eating. The second-largest managed to push him away from the food, only to do the same a moment later. Meanwhile, their mother just watched, expressionless as ever, as the babies hit and bit each other. That day, he was the one who ate the most, waiting until the others were tired of fighting before attacking, he left enough food for the others thought. Little did he know that this fight would only be the beginning.
And it was. At every meal, a battle would begin, the food being the goal. Even when his mother started bringing out bigger bowls and more food, the fights didn't stop.
At some point, they stopped looking like babies and began to look more like toddlers. He would have said about three or four years old, but it was hard to tell from his perspective. After all, he was the smallest, and in his eyes, everything and everyone was enormous.
His brothers began to change rapidly. At first, he was unable to tell them apart, but now each had their own unique characteristics. That's why he decided to name them by size. The tallest and largest was chubby, with straight hair down to his shoulders. The next tallest was thinner, with a mane of wavy hair, but there was a huge difference. His eyes were silver with a piercing gaze, completely different from those of his other black-eyed brothers. Despite having the body of a child, his muscles could be seen —If it were in my previous life, I'd think someone had given a child steroids— he thought, the next largest was thinner almost sickly, which made no sense because he had seen him eat pretty much the same or more than the others, the rest of his brothers were also different from each other, although they looked almost the same height and build each had distinctive features that separated them from the others, fourth brother was nervous, turning quickly at the slightest sign of noise and seemed to be on guard all the time, fifth brother was the opposite, he remained unresponsive to his surroundings observing the others and only getting up to fight at mealtimes, sixth brother was the most violent, starting fights with third, fourth and fifth for no reason, but he stayed away from First, Second, and Seventh (the order he'd decided he was born in based on his size), having learned his lesson after being punished on more than one occasion. He was the one who ate the least overall; if it weren't for Seventh, he would have starved to death several meals ago, since Seventh always made sure everyone ate after he won the fight.
Even so, it was getting harder and harder, everyone seemed to grow not only in size but also in strength and speed, which made winning increasingly complicated, especially against the first and second brothers.