2 Arrival at Marvel

The charismatic brunette with mixed gray hair and honey-colored eyes turned out to be Helen, the caretaker of the foster home I was sent to after my mother died in childbirth and had no other relatives. I guess she'll be the one to take care of me for now. A foster home, I hope I won't regret my choice. I could have chosen to be born into a rich family, but that includes a family as such and it's not something I'm comfortable with at the moment, not after everything that's happened.

What does it matter? The decision has already been made and there is no turning back. Also, I made sure that this will be a foster home that receives ample donations from its sponsor, Stark Industries, and the one in charge of it is an honest woman who cares about everyone's well-being; practically a real mother. I also added in passing that Aunt May does community work here from time to time. It will be easier that way to meet Spider-Man. All this will be in the future, now there is not much I can do so I have to be patient and wait a few years.

['In conclusion, I agree that the technology can be useful in some extent especially for those who are lost

A whole decade has passed since I came into this world; we are already in 2003, and as I feared, no one has adopted me, unlike the other boys and girls who pass through here. A lot of people seem to think it's cool to adopt from a Stark-sponsored foster home.

The manager Helen often wonders why no one adopts me; although I know that in a certain way, she is happy about this. Not out of spite, but because she treats everyone as if they were her children, and she has a special affection for me. The truth is that I have come to love her very much, which was something she did not count on.

During these past ten years, I have been focusing on studying hard and am happy to say that it has paid off. I don't know if I'm at the level of someone like Peter, Tony, or Bruce, but for sure I'm way above average. Although I possess a high intellect, I make sure to maintain the profile of a normal child; I have no intention of being classified as a genius or anything that would attract unnecessary attention.

So far, what I've learned about this world is not much; Captain America is a hero from the past, Tony Stark is the largest US arms manufacturer, SHIELD seems to be a secret organization, and there are no mutants, no Fantastic Four, or anything particularly interesting yet.

But not everything is bad; it took me time, but I've made a friend, Spiderman himself, or at least the possible future Spiderman, Peter Parker. Four years ago, he started living with his aunt and uncle, and ever since then May brings him over to play with everyone here. The dwarf is a genius, so he has a hard time making friends, or developing social skills. I try to help him with it, but it seems like an impossible task to accomplish, or some kind of passive ability that he possesses.

Remember how I said that not everything was bad? It's because everything is great. The most exciting of all. I have fucking powers! One of my long-awaited wishes came true. When I turned 4 years old, my powers began to awaken. My body contains a certain energy that I decided to call mana because I couldn't think of anything better; this energy is the source of my power.

If I had to describe Mana, I would say that it is the fusion of Itachi's Chakra, Yamamoto's Reiatsu, and Tohno's Magic Circuits integrated together. If I had to estimate the amount of Mana I currently have, I could only say that it is immense and continues to grow. One of my biggest surprises is that certain limits do not seem to exist for me; therefore, I do not require any external assistance to achieve Hollowfication, for instance, in a certain way, I have transcended and possess the potential to surpass my predecessors.

It all started the day I turned four; that day when I went to sleep, I entered my inner world, a beautiful island that looked like a tropical paradise in the middle of an endless ocean. I spent the first week after turning four exploring the island and getting used to the mana in my body. A week later, I found something unexpected inside my inner world - or, rather, someone unexpected: Shiki Tohno. Shiki explained to me why he was in my inner world, and from that day on, he would be there to teach me how to use all of his powers and abilities. Once he had mastered everything he had to teach me, he would disappear, and it would be my next instructor's turn.

What I gained and learned from Shiki Tohno, it's not that great compared to Itachi Uchiha or Yamamoto Zaka, but it served as an excellent foundation for what was to come. From Shiki, I learned some combat skills and speed-based moves from his family. However, choosing him was worth it just because of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception; with these eyes, there are few things he cannot kill or destroy. As long as I can get close enough to him, his fate is sealed - this will possibly be my ace up my sleeve. The only drawback other than it can only be used in close combat is that I can only keep this power active for a few minutes. Although the time increases as my body gets stronger.

With Itachi things took on another level, not only did the power level increase, but the amount of knowledge Itachi possessed was much higher. Luckily, it seemed I had the talent as well. Ninjutsu, Shurikenjutsu, Kenjutsu, Fuinjutsu, Taijutsu, and Genjutsu; there was indeed a lot to learn and I for one was eager to do so.

My abilities include affinity with all elements; by the time my training was over, I could use the elements without the need to use seals, although certain jutsu still require the use of seals. Itachi had an affinity with the elements fire, water, and wind, and as such had knowledge of a wide variety of jutsu of these elements. As an excellent user of the Sharingan, he also acquired jutsu on the other elements, jutsu which I now possess.

As a big fan of Naruto, he couldn't stop learning the Rasengan and the Chidori. Finally, the Sharingan became Itachi's main weapon and my greatest ally when it came to training; without the Sharingan, the time it would have taken me to finish my training with Itachi would have been at least five times longer. Advancing the development of my Sharingan was the main factor in my training, so whenever possible I had them activated to get used to the energy consumption and improve my control over them.

Unfortunately, by the end of my training, I only managed to obtain a fully matured 3 tomoe sharingan that I can keep active constantly as long as my mana doesn't drop to very low levels; I'm worried that I might need some kind of strong emotion to awaken the Mangekyou Sharingan, and I hope it isn't so.

Finally, after years of training under Yamamoto, the Captain-Commander has not disappointed me at all. In the four forms of combat practiced by Shinigami, he has reached the highest level of mastery possible. Not only that, but the old man also knows forging techniques, various swordsmanship styles, assassination skills from the Shihouin clan, and even how to fight against hollows. The only problem is the daily beatings I receive during training. However, it will all be worth it when we can use these skills to polish our enemies into dust.

My zanpakuto is conspicuous by its absence, and the old monster only makes fun of me when I complain about it.

['In addition, surveillance technology such as Radio Frequency Identification (RFID

A few months ago, I turned 14, and we had a small celebration at the foster home, just a few kids who lived with me and Helen, plus Peter and Aunt May. Not much has changed in these four years, except that there are hardly any traces of the boy I used to be. From being a delicate and tender-looking boy similar to Itachi as a child, I now look dominant with a muscular physique, standing at around 175 centimeters tall, with slightly tanned skin, shiny black hair that reaches almost to my shoulders, and eyes as black as the void. Without hesitation, I can confidently say that I am quite handsome and look very masculine.

The most important thing this year was that I had awakened my Zanpakuto. Luckily, I could summon it and seal it within my inner world at will; I no longer needed to carry a katana everywhere, which would have ended with me getting arrested by the police. My Shikai is still a work in progress, but hopefully, just a couple of more years and I'll see some progress.

Oh, I almost forgot, it turns out that mutants exist in this world. How do I know? Two years ago, a certain boy with visual problems arrived, and it didn't take me long to discover that his vision problem is that he shoots energy rays through his eyes when he opens them. Yes, in all the fanfictions I read in my past life about Marvel, whenever the main character met the mutants, they were always a beautiful girl. But I had to meet this jerk. Even before he meets Jean and Xavier, he's already an idiot.

A year after Cyclops arrived at the foster home, a bald man in a wheelchair accompanied by another with a know-it-all expression and wearing glasses, possibly Beast, arrived to take him away. With his powers, it was a piece of cake. Luckily, he didn't seem to have tried to read the minds of any of the minors. I must think about how to prepare myself to face creepy guys like this; knowing that there is someone who can play with your mind with ease is terrifying.

There are many threats in this world that I need to be wary of; every time I think about it, I end up stressed. Fortunately for me, when I entered my previous world, the old monster handed me a note that had appeared out of nowhere.

– I forgot to tell you that you are not allowed to mention my existence or your previous world; for security reasons, your mind is protected from prying eyes. Good luck.

It's good news, at least. As far as my problems go, the worst one is puberty. Fourteen years without sex? Maybe it won't be that long, but right now it feels like an incredible accomplishment just to survive this celibate existence. Just a few days ago, I was on the brink of seeking out a prostitute, but I managed to restrain myself. I refuse to believe that with this face, I have to pay for sex. It looks like I'm going to have to buckle down and study harder in school from now on. Midtown High isn't letting me down.