[Main Pov]
It's been a few months since my encounter with the ROB—the one where I had to spin the wheels that determined the world I'd be sent to and the powers I'd receive. I don't know exactly how Martian Manhunter's powers were adapted to this world, but I assume they've become something like a quirk. That really gets me excited—he's insanely strong and, in fact, is considered by many to be the most powerful hero in the Justice League, even stronger than Superman. And honestly, Martian Manhunter does have a monstrous range of powers.
His abilities are incredibly diverse, from super strength to telepathy, but unfortunately, he's a green alien—and that part freaks me out a little. I don't know if I'm going to end up looking like him when my quirk awakens, or if it even works that way in this world. Well... I actually like the color green and I think Martian Manhunter looks pretty cool, but even so, I seriously hope I don't end up turning green like him. That thought makes me smile, and then I go back to reflecting on everything that's happened so far.
After I spoke with the ROB, he sent me straight into the world of My Hero Academia. He told me that, as compensation for having waited so long for him, I'd get to keep the memories from my past life. He even made sure a bunch of memories I'd forgotten—after what felt like thousands of years in that dark void—came back to me. That alone was a huge help.
I was surprised I could remember everything I'd forgotten, and it made me really happy. I was able to recall all the good, happy moments from my old life, and that genuinely brought me joy. I wasn't anyone special back then, just a regular guy—but I lived a pretty good life. Another thing that time in the void did to me was make me develop this habit of narrating my days.
And all of that brings me back to this moment. When I think about my first day here, I remember that my very first memory in this life was a bright white light in my eyes, followed by the face of a giant Asian man in white clothes looking down at me. That sight scared me so much I almost died again—this time from a heart attack.
After that near-death experience number two, the same bold giant picked me up and had the audacity to smack me on the butt, making me cry. That was definitely humiliating—not just humiliating, but incredibly painful, too.
I had just been born, my skin was super sensitive, and the first thing I get after arriving in the world is a slap on the butt… I was furious. I was seriously pissed at that giant, who I assume was a doctor. And even though I know it's his job and that this is a standard procedure for all babies, I still plan on remembering his name so I can find him someday and get my revenge.
Now that I'm thinking back to that day again, I've gotta say: those slaps really hurt. After hitting me, the giant Asian man took me over to a woman who, from my perspective, also looked like a giant. I remember she was lying in a hospital bed, and the moment I saw her there, I assumed she was my mom.
Unlike the doctor, she wasn't Asian—in fact, she had stunning Afro-descendant features. She looked to be around twenty-five—a young woman with striking beauty. She was Black, with light brown skin that seemed to glow under the hospital lights. Her curly hair, a light brown that almost looked golden, fell softly around her face, framing her delicate and expressive features.
But what really caught my attention were her eyes. She had heterochromia—something rare and mesmerizing. One eye was a deep green, intense like a forest under sunlight; the other, a warm and comforting brown. The contrast between them only highlighted her unique beauty even more.
That day, she stayed with me for a while, lying on the hospital bed, her gaze tired but full of affection. And even though everything was still new and confusing to me, her presence brought a strange, comforting peace—until the nurses came and took me away.
My dad only showed up the next day. He was young, like my mom, and also had Western features—but unlike her, his skin was fair. What stood out to me the most, though, was his striking appearance: he wore a stylish eyepatch, the kind of accessory that would normally look weird, but somehow suited him perfectly.
The curious detail was that he wore glasses over the eyepatch, which made everything even more peculiar… and, in a way, even more interesting.
He was dressed in an elegant suit, carrying himself with the confidence of someone who's always ready for something important. In that moment, observing him with my still-limited newborn eyes, he looked to me like a high-level executive… or maybe a hero in disguise.
At the time, I didn't know for sure—but something about him made it clear he was much more than he seemed.
After he arrived, my mom and the guy who seemed to be my dad left the hospital with me, and we headed toward what I assumed was our home. I was honestly happy to find out it looked like we lived on the top floor of a beautiful building in downtown Tokyo. At least in this life, it seemed like I wouldn't be dealing with the same kind of financial struggles I had in the last one.
During the entire time I was in the hospital, I didn't understand a single thing anyone was saying. Everyone spoke Japanese, and I really didn't know even one word of it. But when we got home, my dad and mom started speaking to each other in English — and that was a relief. I could finally start understanding more about who they were and how they lived.
My parents really liked me, too. Obviously, I didn't talk back, but they loved playing with me and talking to me, and because of that, I learned a lot about them.
Now, after seven months with them, living life as a baby, I already know quite a bit about the two of them. My dad is British, just like I was in my past life. He's a former pro hero who gave up his career when he found out my mom was pregnant. And here's a fun fact: he used to be the highest-ranked pro hero in the U.K.
I've heard some really cool stories about him, and from what I've gathered, he's pretty strong. His Quirk seems pretty interesting. He told me once that his power is called "Super Brain" — kind of a lame name, but it sounds super overpowered.
He has really strong telepathic and telekinetic abilities. Maybe in a direct fight, even All Might wouldn't be able to beat him — or if he could, it wouldn't be by much.
And my mom isn't far behind. She was also a really powerful pro hero, known as the number one in Brazil. She told me her Quirk let her control the molecular structure of objects she held.
She showed me how her powers worked, and I was honestly impressed. I remember her picking up a glass and making it expand, shrink, and even transform into other objects. I loved watching her use her Quirk and tried to grab the glass she was holding. After that, she turned it into a toy and gave it to me to play with.
From what I've noticed, the ROB made it so my parents' powers are related to mine — which is great, since it makes for a solid backstory. Another good thing is that they're both super powerful, so I don't have to worry too much about getting kidnapped by All For One... but still, I've got to be careful.
Aside from the issues that come with being a baby, I'm really enjoying it here. Other than the boredom — which, honestly, is pretty intense — I've only managed to avoid dying of boredom because, all these months, both my dad and mom have talked to me a lot. I couldn't answer them, but I loved having them talk to me. It was definitely better than just lying there doing nothing.
They told me a bunch of stories from their days as pro heroes, about their battles, and even how they met during a joint mission between their countries. They also talked about the beauty of their home countries. I didn't really care much about what my dad said, since, like I mentioned, I used to be British. I already know what it's like over there.
But I did pay close attention when my mom talked about her adventures in Brazil. I got curious and really wanted to visit the country and see everything with my own eyes. They also shared a lot of useful info that helped me figure out how much time I have before the main story begins. Looks like I'm the same age as Izuku and was born in Tokyo, Japan.
After my parents gave up their pro hero lives, they decided to travel the world for a while, until they eventually chose to settle down here in Japan to raise me. The reason for that is my dad was also raised here by his grandmother, and because the best hero academy in the world is in Japan.
As the months passed, little by little, I started gaining more control over my body, and thanks to that, I managed to start crawling around the house. As for speaking, I could already pronounce a few words in English. But I figured that'd be weird — a seven-month-old baby talking.
When it comes to Japanese, that's a whole different story. I barely know anything in the language — it's seriously tough — but at least I've started to pick up a little bit thanks to the TV and the rare times we get visitors, when my parents have to speak Japanese with them.
Because of that, I've realized I can learn pretty fast. I wouldn't go so far as to say I'm a genius — honestly, it's probably just because I'm a baby. In my past life, I heard that babies' brains are way more active than adults', supposedly 250% more, and they have five times as many neurons.
Anyway, my days here in Japan have been pretty peaceful, and I hope they stay that way for a while. I know this peace is numbered, though, because once the main plot kicks off, I'll be completely tied up.
While I was thinking about all of this, I looked to the side of the crib I was in, started to feel sleepy... and then I fell asleep.
To be continued…
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[N/A] If you've read this far, thank you! And since I'm terrible at handling compliments, please, insult me instead!