I'm dead. Simple as this, I was an active guy with a normal life, I liked sports my entire life,and in my later years dabble in martial arts fell in love with it and regretted not have found it sooner in my younger days.
My death was not special in any way, did not save a girl from a truck, or got hit by lightning. I got hit with a stray bullet from a gang war happening close to my neighborhood. It was common in my city.
I'm surprised that my consciousness did not vanish. Never was a religious guy. But now I'm in a space close to the truth place from Fullmetal, and this "guy" is in front of me.
"Well, nothing to waste time for. Spin the wheel and you get to reincarnate in the place it shows. After that you can select your look." The being started the conversation, not giving me space to talk. It gave the impression that he did not attribute importante for your thoughts and opinions.
I was not discouraged from that however, it matters not to me the sentiment he attribute to me. I was grateful though, because I was getting another chance. So I nodded and spun the wheel that will decide my fate.
The wheel was enormous, and contained an infinite number of words. From those that I saw before in a language that I knew, and those that did not even appeared in an earthly language. In the end it stopped in My Hero Academia. Well, I did watch much of that show, just the first season, the MC did not match with my taste in protagonists. But I loved the concept of quirks and heroism. So I asked to god.
"Ehh, will I be able to have a choice in the quirk department? And will I keep my memory?"
"No. And yes. Now select your appearance in your in adulthood."
I was a little bummed out about not being able to select my quirk, but having my memory should give me a advantage.
" Well, give me the Yujiro hanma look." I liked the style of the ogre. So even if I was not a Hanma by blood, I was going to bring respect to the man by being a badass.
" Very well, have a nice life."
And with that, I was out.
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