2 Chapter 2: Quirk Awakening

{ 4 Years Old }

I was four years old now.

My parents would train me to prepare me for my Quirk,

my father taught me martial arts and improved my physical abilities,

my mother taught me swordsmanship.

"Mom, why does a 4 year old have to do this? I'm tired and I want to rest." I pouted.

"Because you are going to awaken your quirk soon, we'll need to get ready in case you get in danger." said my mother while I dodged right.

If it wasn't for my previous life's knowledge of swordsmanship, I'd be beaten up by her right now. She did say she was one of the strongest heroes before.

"Dad says the same thing, can't we wait after I awaken it?" I asked.

"Nope, it's better to be ready for it than be late." said my mother.

Even thought I was literally the strongest in my previous life, I was lazy. Nobody would complain, I mean. Who could tell me what to do? I was the strongest.

But here I am with my mother training, waiting for my quirk to awaken.

"Speaking of quirks mom, what's your quirk?" I asked.

"I guess I never did tell you, my quirk is a ocular quirk." said my mother.

"Ocular Quirk? What does it do?" I asked.

"It allows me to detect enemy moves by reading their muscles and I can copy their movements too. I call it the Sharingan." said my mom.

Then her deep blue eyes changed to red eyes with 3 tomoes on it.

(A/N: Yes I added the Sharingan for everything to work.)

"That's cool! Is that why you use martial arts and katanas?" I asked.

"Yes dear, I don't know what quirk you'll get but it's going to be strong." said my smiling mother.

"What's dad's quirk?" I asked, he never told me.

"You're going to have to ask your dad, why don't you wait here and rest? Our training is done for today anyways." said my mother.

"Un!" I said.

As I waited, I looked at my katana.

It was a 21 inch katana, white sheath, silver blade, and it's name was Mugenjin,

meaning Hailing From the Abyss or hailing from the infinity.

A fitting name but I don't think I'll ever use katanas, I'm more of using my abilities to the max type of person than using martial arts or swordsmanship.

But if one day I had to use Mugenjin, I'd use it. It fitted me after all.

After a few minutes of admiring the blade, my dad arrived.

"Before we get into training, what ability does your quirk have?" I asked my dad.

"Hoh? Interested?" he said and I nodded,

"Watch this." he said.

In a second, he disappeared from my sight and I received a tap on the shoulder behind me.

"Teleportation?" I asked.

But he shook his head, "My quirk is a space quirk, I can spread my space to an area and teleport there or I can spread my space to an object and control it." said my father.

True, with this quirk my dad can be one of the strongest heroes there are.

When I turned 4, my parents explained what a quirk was. It's a superhuman ability that a person can possess. Along with being unique to each user, Quirks are sorted into multiple categories. Quirk users are limited to one ability.

"Is that why you learned martial arts? Because you're more of a close combat type?" I asked.

"As sharp as usual Kazumi, that's right since it's easier for me. If I get in trouble, I can easily get away. Nevermind that, let's get to training.

Finishing my training, I went to take a bath. I was sweating like a waterfall, sinking myself into the warm water, I couldn't help but think about a few things.

I was 4 years old doing something a 4 year old shouldn't be doing like training. I could probably beat up an adult. Though, I wouldn't do that since my mother would probably scold me. If I were to get my Six Eyes and Limitless back, I would again try to rise to the top of the world.

My body had years to develop so I wasn't worried, until I got my previous life's abilities back. I would just focus on whatever right now. I would simply enjoy life as it is, with my new family.

While thinking about my family, I had an urge to call out to my mom.

So I did, "Mom!" I yelled.

I heard my mother's footsteps and the bathroom door opened,

'Yes Kazumi? Is something wrong?" my mother asked.

Yes, there was something wrong.

"Can you wash me?" I asked.

"You can wash yourself dear." said my mother.

"I want mama to wash me!" I said pouting while giving her my best puppies eyes.

Knowing she can't resist,

"Fine, step out. I'll wash you." said my mother.

"Even though you don't think and do stuff like a child, when it comes to your mother you become a real kid."

"Hehe~" I laughed,

After all no one wouldn't want motherly love.

Drying my hair, I went to bed.

But I couldn't sleep, I looked at my clock and it read 1:30am.

I thought I needed water but before I could get up, my entire body started to hurt.

Last things I saw were objects floating around and my eyes perceiving information.

I knew I got it.

Then I went unconscious.