When I came to I was in a place dark and warm place, when you can only come to the conclusion that it is the belly of your mom. I felt my body up,I'm almost fully developed. So maybe not much before my birth.
I took a little time to come to terms with reality. And accept all this craziness, I may pass as calm and collected, but I was in a bit of shock still from the events. I had a family, a daughter, a wife… but in my 50 years of life, I had the realization that all my actions did not matter in death, and now, I pray so that my family does not break and live well without me.
All the thinking makes me tired, and slowly I fall into slumber, hoping for a bright future.
Next time a came to a f*cking doctor slap my bum, and I instinctively cry my eyes out. I observed the environment, and saw the hospital room, the staff, an buff guy with bright red hair in the corner, my father I'm assuming, and my mother in the hospital bed, she had messy dark red hair with green eyes, and was eyeing me with the affection just a mother will give to their baby.
When the doctor gave me to her, I was not uncomfortable. And just accepted this new reality. I can not focus on stuff like that, it will bring me no good. So I just accepted my new family with a open heart. And sucking my mother tits I began to plan my life, gotta take advantage of the chance.
4 years have passed. My name is Sekizan, my family name is Scarlatti. Well, a lot of things happened in those four years. First things first. My family, my mother's name is Susan, she is American, and married my dad that is half japonese half European, her quirk is better senses, witch gives her improved senses, being they eyesight, olfactory prowess, auditive, and touch. Not a good combative quirk, but she never had the drive to be a hero, and settled with dad after college.
My father is another animal, his name is Ryuji Scarlatti. Let me tell you, my father is the man, his quirk name is nerve conduction. And all that it does is it gives him improved body coordination, fast reflexes, more muscle brain conductivity. Not a quirk that makes you a powerhouse where mofos are blowing buildings of setting fires to shit. But the man is the example of a rock that not give. Even though the world said to him that he does not have what it takes, the guy, flip the middle finger and say, fuck that. And through sheer will, and martial prowess. Made to be a hero. And even if he does not have a spotlight in the media, he still out there, kicking ass and writing names.
In this four years I did not trained much, my focus was to stablish that I was a smart kid, and make it so my parents have hope that I had a good head on my shoulders, at 8 months and said my first word. It was dada, or oyaji, Jiji, to be precise. Because man, my dad is the man. And at age one I was speaking and playing with them.
At age two, I started to show interest in heroism, and to read and write. Showing my potential, and even at that age asked my dad to prepare my body to my quirk. Showing that I was going to become a hero. I was young,too young. So the training that was appropriate to me was flexibility training, light stretches, and hand eye coordination training by playing with balls and stuff.
And now, at four I'm hoping to awakening my quirk. I'm sure that based on my parents my quirk is not gonna be overpowered. But I'm not giving this much thought, even quirkless I'm gonna bring this world light by kicking ass. In my previous life, I regretted the fact that through out all my life, the joy of fighting was only discovered in may late years. So now that through some reason beyond me I got the opportunity to enjoy this second chance. I'm gonna see where my body leads me.
And in theses thoughts that I fell a tingling in my body, my eyes my back, my arms. All my body is fucking itching.
" Ahhh" I yell out in desperation, the itchiness is so grand that I am caught of guard. Is this normal? My parents enter my room, having heard my yell.
"Seki! Are you alright!?" My mother is worried seeing my condition. I'm in the floor of my room, twitching.
"AHH I DON'T…" I did not get to finish. I lose my consciousness, due to my body extreme response to my awakening.
Opening my eyes again was a surprise, the world was different, I never had vision problems, but in comparison to my vision now, I was not so sure. The sounds, smells, the fabric touching my skin. All was much more nuanced and pronounced than before.
Having noticed my eye movement, my mom came to me and spoke.
"Are you alright sweety, you have awoke your quirk, the doctor just scanned you, the results will come shortly. How do you feel?"
"I'm feeling as if the world is a different place from before ma, your face, the crevices of the wall. I guess I got your quirk."
Susan did not have time to respond, because his dad entered the room with a doctor by his side, and seeing me awake, started to check my condition.
"Your alright, according to the scan your quirk is a mutation of both yours parents quirks, all your nervous system and yours senses are enhanced to allow more quick response and the conductivity of yours nerves is a sight to see, very impressive. All of yours senses have minor to medium enhancement because of this, and the structure of your eyes, ears and olfactory canal, is altered in a way that allow more imput to be perceived. Very useful quirk."
I was happy with the results, even though I do not have super strength, or shoot lightning of my ass, I will be a force to me reckon with. And just with this my imagination is lighting up with training ideas. My father seem to have the same thoughts as me as he says.
"Well, look at that bub,you gonna kick as like your father when you grow up hahahaha" his loud voice echoes through the hospital room, and I'm happy to hear it. Because I totally agree, who needs one for all, I'm gonna show the world that a hero is made by hard work and effort.