The ride home

My plans are simple, I have a child's body now and it is common knowledge that as a kid you can learn things more easily. Now that I know for a fact what I got as a quirk, a can begin to train. Not my body mind you, I can train my flexibility and hand eye coordination. And my atleticism.

After we got out of the hospital, in the car I started my conversation with dad.

"Jiji, now that I have a quirk what are we gonna do? To be a hero I have to be strong."

My mother didn't let my father respond, and said.

"Seki, you are too young to exercise now, children your age are playing with theirs friends, you cannot force to much. I know you are a smart kid, but you have to start to make more friends, life is more than being a hero."

This conversation is common in our household. I, being a old man reborn in a child's body never had the inkling to mingle with kids this body's age. I played with them in school to maintain my child persona, but the thought to entertain 4yo children is akin to torture in my eyes. The problem with that is that in mother's perspective I am antisocial, and this makes her worried for my future.

" Stop it, Su. Let the kid have his passion. He will make friends in due time, I in his age did not have friends due to having a 'weak quirk'." My dad said, with a grumble. It's important to note that my father is not the most social of individuals. Due to having in others mind a 'weak quirk' he was bullied all his childhood, and teenage years. Making him not have the same view of children as mother's.

"Don't worry kaa-san, the kids in school are boring. If I find a nice kid to be friends with I will let you know first. But dad, I would like to have you train me in Taekwondo, let me practice with you." In the fight that is to be a hero with a simple quirk, dad's spent his whole life training in a variety of martial arts, from boxing, jiu jitsu, muay Thai, kung Fu and taekwondo. I'm thankful to be born in a house like this, it make it easy to train and I don't have to find a dojo to practice all those styles.

"Sure kid, I will train you in the kicks, but I will put you in a gymnastics class as well. It's good to have a good body control in different planes." Dad said. I did not even thought of that. But it's obvious when you stop and think, gymnastics teach the person to have control and grace maneuvering in various types of places. And with a quirk like mine, it is important to have such knowledge.

"It's a good idea dad, but when do I will train like you do, for building muscle?" Though I have thoughts of my schedule to build a specialist body, I don't have all the knowledge my pops have. He spent his whole life in the grind, so his opinions will give me the structure to base my training in.

" Relax bub,you will be training gymnastics and taekwondo for four years, you don't have control of yours senses just yet. It may appear like all is well, but I know for a fact that you will have a period of adaptation to your new senses." Now that pops said it, it is weird. The world is more slow, and my reactions are a bit erratic. It goes to show that even if I am a reincarnated person I don't have all the necessary knowledge just to decide all by myself.

" But dear, he have to socialize with other kids,it's not negociable. I don't want my kid to grow grumpy like his old man." My mother chastised from the side. Yes, even though my father is an animal, he was tamed by my sweet and harmless mother. It goes to show that she have a few barbs in her hiding in plain sight.

"All right, all right. He will practice a team sport, he will choose for himself though. I never was much of a sports fan." My father said with a raspy voice. Well, in my past life I practiced football (soccer for you Americans) tennis, and played ball in my college years( basketball) but I never liked any of them. It made me think, what will I play. And a game came to mind.

"Ma, I want to play baseball if you insist in me playing something." That's right. Baseball, you throw shit, strike shit with a bat, and have to sprint to gain bases. This sport is like a theatric of warfare almost. Never had a chance to play in my last life, my country did not have a place to play(an: I'm from Brazil folks, no baseball here.) And I find interesting.

"Alright bub, but you got to take easy. The focus is not in sports. But maybe it will help you be a hero as well" father said. Maybe he is analyzing the whole of baseball to draw similarities to fighting or being a hero. You never know what passes in the head of my father.

Our car approached our house,a good house, with a big ward with all equipment for training all sort of activities in them. I am a bit nervous, I know that fighting is a thing that I love, I regretted not entering in the world of martial arts earlier in my last life. But here, I'm not gonna fight for myself, I'm fighting as a Hero. I never had the calling to be a hero in my last life, I never cared for strangers, I lived for my family and friends. But here… well, no use thinking so much. I will resolve this when the time comes.

Now, it's time to begin my life in the martial way, I don't care if there's people out there capable of mass destruction with their quirk, or to hypnotize me with just words, in the end all ends with a good punch in the chin. Gotta have confidence. No backing down.

(An:folks, I'm not gonna put much detail in his early years, gonna write a few training montages, for the fours years until he get to 8yo, gonna surprise you with the developments from there)