Chapter 1

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Hi, I'm Izuku Yagi. This is my story, well, my story before my life began.

I know, weird, but it makes sense in a way. I have lived two lifetimes, one that was cut short when I was 10.

I was attacked by my sister and her group of friends.

Fun fact, they used to be my friends too, but I was born without something that 80% of the world is born with.

A quirk. A supernatural ability that can range from something as simple as changing eye colors to world ending powers. A good thing that quirks are also tied with a mutation in someone's DNA.

That's why Izumi, my sister, has pyrokinesis, from our mother's family, quite similar to Uncle Hizashi. Now, unlike his quirk, my sister's quirk packs quite a punch thanks to our father's quirk.

Sorry for mumbling, that is a habit I haven't managed to get rid off. Anyway, that is enough of them, this story isn't about them, it's about me.

Also about the other life I lived.

It all happened in a random alley after my sister and her gang dragged me to be punished for continuing to dream that I was going to be a hero.

I had gotten used to being their punching bag, but something ran through my sister's head and I got a much healthier taste of her quirk than usual.

Now, everything became a blur and bright red so I don't remember much, but I remember hearing static for a long time, followed by a bright yellow light.

My eyes layed upon a beautiful sight, a divine sight.

*ukuzi diarfa eb ton od*

*dlich ym kcul uoy shiw i

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*dlich ym kcul uoy shiw i .gnrots worg ot uoy rof efas erehwemos uoy dnes lliw i ,erom on .gnol oot raf rof reffus uoy nees evah i*

Such a beautiful voice.

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I woke up in a pentacle made up of runes in an unknown language.

My hands, once covered in burns and scars, had no signs of ever having been damaged.

My ears, once always ringing in an unending cry, now quiet.

I thought I had gone deaf until I heard a door slam open by a young girl.

"HERO! PLEASE MA-"

The young girl is suddenly silenced by an older boy putting his hand on her mouth.

They are both wearing quite stylish clothing, fit for some noble family in a fantasy novel.

???: Sorry about her, she just got way to excited to meet you.

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