Reincarnation

(This is basically just a recap on how we got to the previous chapter)

Oliver's eyes opened as he stared at the room he was in, looking around a bit his eyes fell onto none other than Morgan Freeman. Watching the beautiful man a moment he looked down at his hands and began to flex them a bit, standing up he began to look around before he nodded a bit. Pulling a chair from the table Morgan Freeman sat at, he sat into it himself. Once he did he relaxed into the chair, his calm eyes watching the man before him.

''So I'm dead?''

The man gave a nod gently.

He released a whistle, guess that's what happened when you get involved with crazy girls. He sat there for a moment before he raised a brow. ''Can I ask a question?''

''Of course Oliver." God smiled, his voice soothing, letting Oliver relax further into his seat.

''How'd Rei go?''

God's smile deepened before he chuckled. ''I give everyone a choice. Reincarnate, or eternal rest. He chose Reincarnation, he's now living his time as a ninja in the world of Naruto."

Oliver smiled at that and he closed his eyes, leaning his head back. "That sounds like him..."

The both of them seemed to remanence over a good friend before Oliver spoke. "Can I spin a wheel to see what world I end up in?"

God nodded before a wheel seemed to appear. Oliver stood and went over to it, examining all of the choices, they continued to flicker out, and then appear as something else. "That's pretty cool."

Oliver stated that before pulling the wheel hard. Letting it click away before it landed on 'MHA'

"My Hero hm? Sounds good to me."

God nodded gently before he spoke. ''You get any wishes you want, what do you want?''

''Wishes? Give me a fancy system, make my quirk something that allows me to change my body and appearance, I don't mind reincarnation, but I want to skip being a kid, place me 14 years before canon, so around when the kid is born."

Good simply nodded, the same kind smile. ''Easy enough, Oliver. Enjoy yourself this time, hm? No one to look after this time." Oliver waved a hand just as he vanished.

Once Oliver did Morgan smiled, the room returning to how it once was, prepared for his next visitor.

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He opened his eyes, looking around with that same calm gaze he sat up. Looking down at his body he noticed he was just a kid, 4 years old or so. Raising his hands he flexed them a bit before memories slowly came to him as if he was just remembering something that happened a while ago. His name was still Oliver, but now his last name was Soko

The only thing he got from his parents before they dropped him off at an orphanage, made it easier for him, he assumed God was looking out for him to make it easy for him, he didn't want parents, he already had amazing parents that really tried their best with him.

Once he sorted through everything he found out how his quirk worked, it was pretty easy and it hadn't been registered yet. Slowly rolling his shoulders he stood up from the simple bed he was in. Looking around there were other beds in the room along with a few desks and a chest at each bed. No one was in the room, however. Flexing his fingers again he closed his eyes.

Focusing on that new strength he could feel, he began to sculpt himself first, placing himself into his old form, growing to 6' 2', he was still skinny and the clothing grew to match him. When he noticed this he nodded, seemed his quirk worked with his clothing.

Wait... His clothing was also his quirk, as he thought he appeared in a simple black suit. He raised a brow before he found a note sticking out of his pillow, picking it up he opened it.

''A simple gift, call it a novice gift, these clothes are a part of you in a way, like a soul item. Even if they tear and get destroyed they will just need time to fix. They can be controlled by your quirk. Your system will take a few years to fully load to you. Have fun."

Scribbled on the back of the note was the word Sybby, he raised a brow before just folding it into his hand and placing it into a pocket.

Looking up he seen a timer out of the way of his vision but still easy to spot, it simply said 'Four years.'

Nodding he moved to look at himself in the mirror, rubbing at his smooth skin as he looked at himself in the mirror, other than his hair which looked like an anime hairstyle if he's ever seen one he noticed how he was actually pretty handsome, he was handsome before, but he guesses he got hit with the anime button. Everything looks good in its own way, just more realistic.

He tried to increase his arms but found he couldn't. Instinctively he seemed to understand, to increase his muscle mass properly he still needed to work out, guess that was his first goal. He didn't like seeing himself as a scrawny teen. Rubbing at both his cheeks he mumbled a bit. ''Why's my skin so soft... Is it just an anime thing? Whatever."

He went back to his child form, changing into black shorts and a black tank top with flip flops he walked out of his room, his memories told him this orphanage was actually pretty good, but he had been feeling a bit under the weather so he didn't go with everyone on their little trip to the park, one of the caretakers wanted to stay behind but with Oliver's happy child smile and determination, he was left alone to just rest.

Walking the empty halls he began to look around, not noticing any camera's he headed to the matron's room. Easily getting in he closed the door behind him, locking it as it had been. How'd he'd get in? Locking picking tutorial off youtube many years ago, just in case you know? Simple locks were easy to get through, especially now that his eyes seemed to be in perfect shape compared to his last life when he needed glasses.

Searching the matron's room he noticed scratch marks across the floor beside a dresser, pushing it out of the way took some effort but he saw a large safe hidden. Getting into it was easier than getting into the office itself. Opening it he began to examine the insides. All orphans had a 'Packet' of their belongings or money left for them by the parents that left them. Finding him he opened it.

Seeing quite a bit of cash inside along with some notes.

Opening it he began to read, it was pretty short. 'If you wish to find out your origin, search for them.' Falling out of the envelope was a black card, not a credit card just a card. He examined it before slipping it into his pocket along with the cash.

Slipping out the window after returning the dresser to its right place, he made his way down the street, a freeman. Before he left he used his quirk to return back to his adult form, however, he kept his clothing as is, it was hot out and he didn't fill out the suit as he used to so he decided not to for now. Finding a gym he signed up for a membership.

He turned down needing a trainer saying he did his research but if he needed help he'd come and ask for one.

"Do you know where I can find a place to live?''

"Oh! Actually, there is someone looking for a tenant just across the street! I checked the place out myself and it's pretty good, just small for me and my boyfriend!''

Oliver gave her a smile "Thank you." He then turned and walked out, walking across the street he found a small cafe, entering in the bell dinged above the door announcing his entrance, a man behind the counter.

The man looked pretty along in age, his grey hair, and well-managed beard a clear sign of it, he was cleaning a dirty glass. Wearing what looked to be formal bartender wear. His voice was deep as he called out. "Welcome to Cafe Nohr, how may I help you?''

Oliver raised a hand, using a thumb he pointed towards the gym. ''Lady across the street said I could find a place to stay here."

The old man beamed at that, his cafe wasn't doing too well so he had decided to rent out the third floor to help with managing the business. The old man considered himself a decent judge of character, and Oliver seemed to be a good lad, calm and collected, sure of his actions. "Of course! My names Barry and I'm the owner of the Cafe and also the person who's renting the room! It's 140,000 Yen a month, and it's already cleaned and furnished, but you can of course add your own touch to it, is that fine?''

Oliver nodded as he walked up to the counter, sitting in the chair he asked for just a coffee. ''Do you need to see any I.D. or anything?"

As he was making Oliver's coffee, Barry spoke. ''Nope! As long as you pay me, don't destroy anything, and keep any illegal activities out of here, I won't ask questions."

Oliver chuckled at that, was it just Japan, or was people really nice because it was an anime? No wonder villains were such a threat, everyone was too nice. Placing two months advance pay he got his coffee and was slid two keys.

Taking a drink of the coffee he released a hum before downing it all. ''That's good coffee, wonder why you don't get business?''

Barry chuckled dryly, shaking his head. ''Yeah, I wonder myself sometimes.'' He pointed to the keys. ''Left one's for the back entrance so you can get in after closing, right one's to your floor."

Oliver nodded before he placed them into his pockets, using his quirk to seal the deeper part of his pocket off so no one could just reach in and yoink them. Once he got his key's he waved and left, making his way back to the gym to start working himself out.