A Self Insert's Guide to Living

Harsh winds blew carrying scarce distant sounds in the harsh winter storm an elderly woman quickly opened doors and fiddled with locks, gripping her coat tightly as the chill pervaded the worse for wear building.

A cry pierced through the air making her redouble her efforts.

*Click* the final lock was opened, she swung the door with care but haste and there she saw tufts of silver hair that seemed to have a slight glow to them as well as bone white protrusions.

A baby crying but looking none worse for wear greeted her eyes. With silvery tufts of hair and pale skin and eyes that seemed to glow as well as two thin horns protruding from his forehead and sloping back she came to the conclusion.

Mutant haters.

While not as common there still exists people that can't accept people with mutant quirks, and considering a quirk can be completely and utterly different from both parents? it seemed to be a case of that.

Her racing heart calmed when she saw how unaffected the child was but despite that a creeping feeling of sadness came through as she thought of his circumstances...

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"Ki-chan!" The whiny voice of a young child rang out. Worn walls and creaking floorboards where passed and she came upon the figure of a child with shaggy silver hair floating an inch off what seemed to be an intricate flower of ice 2 meters in diameter.

She rolled her eyes, while extremely pretty she has seen it too many times to be fazed by the sight.

The figure opened their eyes, revealing blue tinted eyes with what seemed to be flowery white patterns without a word his lotus sitting position shifted to an upright standing one, all while floating. A wave of his hands and the intricate ice sculpture disappeared, scattered into slightly glowing shards of ice before that too disappeared without a trace.

A small smile came upon his features as he eyed the young child.

"Hanabi is it time to eat?" the exasperated sigh and lazy nod told him all that he needed to know. Without a word he started floating forward heading towards the dining area.

The floating boy with an ethereal appearance seemed to glide gracefully through the air, and indeed he has become what people would consider the perfect child to adopt.

A powerful quirk? Cute? Well mannered? and capable of taking care of himself?

He had it all, but the instant the glowing eyes turned towards potential adopters it seemed to change. What was previously an ethereal serene glow turned harsh reminding them of a harsh winter storm.

The matron seemed to have caught on to what he has been doing but while she scolds him she herself feels warm thinking on how he sacrifices his chances to be able to help her manage the worn orphanage.

Finally one floating child and one walking arrived where many others sat and awaited they took their seats and once the morning prayers were finished they started eating.

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6 years old.

When did I come to consciousness? was it when I was 3? or was it there from the beginning but only resurfaced later on.

Regardless I examined my image in the mirror closely. Pretty boy, that was what I got from the image. I tsk'd because I much prefer manly looking men not overtly buff but not stick thin and pretty.

Who knows? maybe my jawline becomes sharper when baby fat is shaved off, I could build up a fit looking body with the help of my gravity manipulation because god damn is this body ridiculously strong.

Otsutsuki a name that became a joke in my eyes as I saw the shit show that was Boruto, yet an undeniably powerful clan. Snacking on the chakra of entire planets and their descendants being immensely strong regardless of not having done so yet. Beings with immense physical and spiritual energies which meant IQ and a strong body.

A race of godlike beings you could say. But does that matter when in this verse I now live in humanity is on the cusp of transcendence? in terms of raw power they are beat, but the more troublesome powers are that, Troublesome, rewinding a living thing into unexistence?

with but a thought my worn clothes were replaced with expensive looking garments a white, high-collared kimono with a black obi, with a snug comfortable black leg wear underneath the kimono, similar to what a biker wears to keep the breeze out of places I'm not used to and donned wooden sandals.

Plus the noble features? he could believe he was indeed a young lad from a race of beings practically gods.

The question is, what would a fledgling god do to entertain himself? I can recall a punishment being 10 thousand years long so we can assume they can live that long.

Actually couldn't they cross dimensions? hmm that is a goal to work towards.

A blue orb of beauty sat in my outstretched hand, looking closer you could notice lines of chakra running wild, hundreds of thousands of these chaotic rotations to produce a stable ball that can grind mountains if pumped with enough chakra.

A grin formed on my features, one unlike my naturally elegant looks, instead this one distinctly savage.

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The sounds of sniffling resounded in my arms lied a sobbing Hanabi. I'd normally be amused considering she very much looked like a young Hanabi and Toneri gouged her eyes and kidnapped and tried to marry her older sister. but I felt no such amusement as some part of me felt enraged, some felt sad, and some felt numb.

I was an anomaly and that much even the other kids knew, the caretakers seem to think I'm a cute and mature young lad that likes to help around with his strong quirk. The kids thought of me as someone that looks down upon them or just generally doesn't want to be bothered with them.

Only the matron and Hanabi did I feel truly close to, the matron? enough said she is a motherly elderly woman that while my past ego didn't surface I can still recall her care towards my infantile body.

Hanabi? she is a bullheaded child that does have some tact and doesn't hesitate in trying to make me associate and play with others my own physical age. I suppose she's grown on me, some part of me even feeling she would be a constant. That annoying little sister type of deal.

So when news of her adoption spread while most congratulated her and the matron gave her a tearful goodbye I was distraught? and it could show as the air whipped around me and my eyes glowed, flickers of a azure flames licked my clothes and skin while I hugged her.

"Promise me Ki-chan we'll meet again..." her words only made me grip harder an odd balance of wanting to squeeze her but knowing how fragile she is for me.

"I promise Hana-chan." If only I had something like the kama seal but instead I focused all my effort into pure destruction.

She looked up at me and gave me a tear filled smile.

"Yeesh kid, you do know I can just adopt you both?" Those words made us stop our drama and turn stiff looks towards a woman with flame like orange eyes.