Rudra had always thought of himself as ordinary. At 19, he was just another face in the crowded streets of New York City, living in a cramped one-room apartment that reeked of cheap ramen and faint traces of laundry detergent. His life wasn't glamorous. It was a cycle of work, reading manga, watching anime, and occasionally indulging in late-night binges of childhood nostalgia. Recently, that nostalgia had manifested in the form of Lego Ninjago. Though he had originally dismissed it as a show for kids, Rudra found himself hooked—the themes of destiny, brotherhood, and the eternal battle between good and evil resonated deeply with him.

That day was like any other. Rudra sat on his creaky couch, watching the final episodes of Lego Ninjago: Possession. The arc centred around Morro, the vengeful ghost of Master Wu's former student, who sought the power of the Realm Crystal. Morro's tragic story tugged at Rudra's heartstrings. He felt a strange kinship with the character. After all, Rudra knew a thing or two about lost chances.

He'd lived two lives before this one.

In his first life, he had been Inasa Yoarashi, the hot-blooded whirlwind hero from the My Hero Academia universe. His love for the skies and his unyielding spirit had defined him, but his arrogance had cost him dearly in the end.

In his second life, he had been Sanemi Shinazugawa, the brash Wind Hashira from Demon Slayer. His life had been one of relentless struggle and sacrifice, losing everyone he cared about to the endless scourge of demons.

And now, here he was: Rudra, a plain boy with no quirks, no Nichirin blade, and no grand destiny. Or so he thought.

Rudra stretched, the credits of Ninjago rolling across the screen, and grabbed his keys. He needed fresh air and maybe a decent meal. Leaving his apartment, he walked through the bustling streets, weaving through pedestrians and the cacophony of car horns.

As he crossed an intersection, a loud honk snapped him out of his thoughts. Time seemed to slow as he turned his head. A massive truck barrelled toward him, the driver's face contorted in panic. There was no time to react.

The impact was sudden. Pain blossomed through his body for a brief moment before everything went black.

When Rudra opened his eyes, he was surrounded by warmth. Gentle arms cradled him, and a soothing hum reached his ears. His vision was blurry, but as it cleared, he realised he was staring up at an old man with a long white beard and kind eyes. The man wore flowing robes and a conical hat.

"Young one," the man said softly, "you have endured much to come here. But now, you are safe."

Rudra blinked, his mind racing. Where was he? Why was he so small? It was then he noticed something strange—his body. His arms and legs felt tiny, his movements clumsy. It didn't take long for the horrifying truth to dawn on him: he had been reborn as a baby.

The old man cradling him began to walk, his robes swaying with each step. "A child abandoned yet full of potential," the man murmured. "You shall be called Rudra, and I will raise you as my own."

Rudra's heart raced. The name, the robes, the setting—it all felt eerily familiar. Could it be? Was this Master Wu? And if so, did that mean…

He tried to calm his thoughts, but a rush of memories from his previous lives flooded his mind. The wind. The skies. The battles. The sheer force of nature he had once commanded. Instinctively, he focused on the sensation of air around him. To his astonishment, he felt it respond. A gentle breeze swirled around the room, rustling Master Wu's robes.

The old man paused, his eyes widening slightly. "Remarkable," he said, a smile forming on his lips. "You are indeed special."

Rudra stared at the man, his infant body unable to convey the whirlwind of emotions within him. He could feel it—his wind quirk. The power he had wielded as Inasa Yoarashi had followed him into this new life. But why? And what did it mean?

As days turned into weeks, Rudra began piecing things together. He had been reborn into the world of Lego Ninjago. Master Wu cared for him, raising him within the peaceful walls of the monastery. Though Rudra couldn't speak, he used his growing control over the wind to communicate, earning Master Wu's praise.

One fateful afternoon, as Master Wu meditated under the cherry blossom trees, Rudra practised summoning small gusts of wind. With each attempt, his control improved. He knew this power wasn't a coincidence. He had been given another chance—a chance to forge a new path.

"I've been given this gift for a reason," Rudra thought, determination burning within him. "This time, I won't let it go to waste."

Little did he know, his journey was just beginning. The winds of fate stirred, and the world of Ninjago braced itself for the rise of a new force—a boy born from the ashes of two lives, destined to shape the future of the realm.