MHA: Reborn With The Sharingan!

CHAPTER IV: FORMIDABLE ADDITION.

2165, September 8th.

That night went by in a blur. From the various positions he had me holding to the random, aggressive and sudden addition of katas- It was safe to say that I was right about how much justice these training sessions will do me.

As the morning rays began to peak over the towering barricades that littered Tokyo city life- I groaned with a stretch that could've been appreciated by even gods. Bones cracked as muscle and tendons creaked- Chakra flooding my every cell even better than it did last night.

I sighed, shaking my head as my neck popped in tandem. 

I didn't bother with too much progress checking- I could feel the difference pretty well. Cool your mind. Progress rarely shows even after a month. I just hope that doesn't hold true for me. 

Slipping on a cool, soft textured black longsleeve and some simple black athletic sweatpants to match. I let my mind wander as I navigated through my morning routine- At least as much of a routine a three-year-old would have.

Today would be a good day to begin testing for unlocking my Sharingan… The longer I wait the more precious growth time I'm wasting.

 I reach for my Clairo themed toothbrush. My moms favorite superhero- After All-Might of course.

Most of my time was spent brushing my teeth and rinsing my face off only ending with some quality mirror time that ended up taking a good hour or so. Yoshikawa didn't like that. 

However, a simple grunt was all he had to offer this time around. I moved into my room and closed the door as gently as possible, taking a seated position in the middle of my room.

In… Out… In… Out- Feel the atmosphere… Feel the silence. Meditation was still one of the best ways for me to, not only mold and purify my chakra as well as boost the natural evolution my body was constantly going through, but also piece together my future moves and current situations.

My breathing steadied and the world around me drowned out behind a hidden, quiet and mystical thrum that vibrated from within. Chakra. The power of life had more than just an energetic presence. 

It could also be heard. Just like how the earth resonates at its own, higher and deeper frequencies. Another aspect I plan to push to its highest limits, chakra sensitivity is key in all of my future moves. I hummed, The more familiar I am with it the more power I can conserve.

I guided the energy within me alongside its normal pathways, the strength behind its kickbacks were infinitesimal compared to last night. The strain was still there but it was nothing I couldn't handle.

My target this morning would be the optical points behind my eyes. I recall this one diagram showcasing how chakra gathers behind the eyes of the Uchiha- I flinched, a warm, tingling-faltering along the steps of stinging, pain began to creep up my face and settle in my skull.

Chakra had flooded the base of both my eyes intermingling with the optical nerves connected. My jaw clenched as my body seized, a feeling similar to that of when my chakra awakened- but…

"Gah!" I groan, instantly ceasing the flow of chakra. I felt a warm, trickling sensation fall down my cheeks. I sigh, panting as my breath left as quick as it came. My head rang with a violent thrum- A silent protest from my chakra telling me I wasn't ready.

Fuck! I frown, my irritation rising as I grabbed a towel nearby and quickly wiped my face. Another trip to the bathroom then… But I almost had it! That feeling- Just a little more and I would've had-!

THUD THUD THUD!

BANG!

"Are you fucking kidding me!? I had one instruction! One!" As I moved towards the bathroom Yoshikawa's dominating tone reverberated across the hall. Utilizing the wooden paneling as a springboard.

Just hang in there… It won't be like this forever. The door to the bathroom closed as quietly as I could manage. My reflection in the mirror staring back at me like a silhouette of the truth.

Even I could see the endless, blind agitation that was building up within me. I died just to deal with more bullshit… Haaah~ If it wasn't for the trust in my chosen wishes I would've already ran away by now-

My eyes widened. A thought like that has never occurred to me since I'm just a kid… But when I gain strength I could instead convince my mother to financially support me from a distance while I attend a hero school…

That would be a good plan… Allows for my ultimate freedom in a sense and all I have to do is play the part of a kid for a little while longer. The weight in my chest ceased, dying back under its voidable cloak.

CLICK! THUD!

The vibrations from the front door being slammed closed made my nerves relax just a little more. I left the bathroom once more, glancing at the clock on the wall and spotting it was just about time for a late breakfast.

After making sure there weren't any more signs of my failure this morning on my face, I slowly stalked towards the main room- There she was… Curled up in a ball of writhing agony and sadness hidden within the depths of a beautiful soul.

She must've felt my presence; Eyes snapped open before closing slightly as she let out the most charming smile she could've managed. "Goodmorning, Ryu! There's some pancakes on the stove alongside your fruits and eggs." Her voice was shaky, no doubt she was still amped up.

I nodded, humming. "Thank you, mom. It smells good." Her smile softens further. Before I turned away I glimpsed her shoulders relaxing, her head falling as her face fell into her palms. 

She quietly began to sob as I made my plate. I struggled a bit with my reach, but it wasn't anything a nearby stepping stool couldn't handle. Does that bastard wake up with a chip on his shoulder and an empty stomach? Where the hell does he even go all day… It simply confused me.

I frowned, tossing two fried eggs on my plate to commemorate the two small, cut in half butter pancakes that sat on my plate, steam still rising from its edges. 

Actually, I still don't have a clue as to what Yoshikawa does for work… Moms business is what keeps this place afloat- That much I've picked up over the last couple years. 

Shrugging, I shake my head clear of those thoughts, their history means nothing to me. It doesn't benefit me by knowing. Besides, if it was something that could've been fixed… A sardonic smirk spreads across my face as I walk back towards my room. Ignoring the sniffles of my mother.

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With Yoshikawa out of the house the silence that bore down within was mesmerizing. I nearly got lost staring at the ceiling, lost in my thoughts as I slowly and practically went through the motions of what he began to instill in me.

The stance was loose, hands down by my side, elbows slightly bent and compact enough for short, explosive movement. Inhale. A slow, deep breath that tasted of this morning's breakfast still drifting in the atmosphere.

Exhaling as I slowly bring my left knee to my chest, toes flexing towards the ground. A moment passed, my mind and body beginning to connect at a deeper level, my chakra flared slightly as, in one swift breath-

FWOOM! 

My right foot shifted as my left leg extended out slamming into the air with enough force to put some torque in my ceiling fan.

I exhaled, coming back to my stance as I continued through various sequences, my eyes closed as I felt my body begin to move on its own- Move more instinctual with my thoughts and memories of what Yoshikawa showed me last night.

By the time I was done going through all thirty katas he showed me, I had long since realized my quirk has long been present. These moves were strange to me only hours ago, and now it was like I've been practicing them since before I reincarnated. This is surreal.

Letting out a strong breath, fatigue quickly set into my muscles. Especially my quads and glutes. My core stung, numb with strain too- But it was more manageable. 

However, a quick inhale of fresh air carried alongside the heavy taste of natural energy quickly smothered those detriments to dust. I nod appreciatively, Choosing to have a sage body was the best thing I could've thought of. It was essentially an easy path to immortality.

Though, let's try and keep that a secret until I'm confident enough in decimating even Cathleen. The thought of having to rough house it with her brought shivers through my spine.

Wiping some loose sweat from around my neck and forehead with a towel, I scoff, feeling that my thoughts and worries were premature. I'm only three years old and I'm already stronger than most early-teens. That variable will rise the longer I live and the more I train.

I shook my head, And not to mention the Sharingan and its various stages… Yep, by now my stomach was rid of that anxious bubble and was replaced with, dare I say it… Arrogance.

My next thought was to check on my mother. She's usually quiet but lately, she's been abnormally quiet. Shrugging as I take a sip of water from a glass cup that's been sitting on the edge of my dresser for god knows how long- I start down the Oh-so-familiar hall.

My steps were light, not on purpose but it was just something that was beginning to come to me day by day. Maybe this abusive household really is getting to me. I turned to the living area, finding it empty but the distinct clattering of dishes gave way to my moms location.

Humming as I enter, I peek around the little island that segregated the kitchen from everything else, and instantly get slammed with the scent of something amazing. "Oh~ Mom, what are you making that smells delicious!" I yelp with childish glee.

She smiles as she simply adjusts to my presence in her cooking space. Weaving behind and around me with masterful finesse. "It's a surprise honey! I figured today would be an amazing day to take a stroll through the park nearby." She paused, flipping some sausage and moving some scrambled eggs to another platter.

"Plus, I saw it earlier this morning when I went to the store with your father. I instantly thought of you, so…" She trailed off, her smile weakening at the mention of my- of Yoshikawa' presence.

I keep my sigh to myself and simply tug on the end of her shirt. "That sounds like fun… I wouldn't mind going if you still feel up to it." My statement made her freeze- or hesitate before she chuckled.

"Ah~ You really don't sound like a three year old." Please stop saying that. It honestly made this situation all the more awkward… But it's not her fault. I'm not even bothering to hide it. 

I release her shirt and take a slight step back, allowing her a bit more freedom to move. Though, as she took the gesture lightly, my thoughts were elsewhere. A frown no doubt slowly began to rule my eyebrows.

I figured for a woman in such an abusive situation, she would rather not have to deal with the stress of an incessant crying toddler that can't handle being alone. Or not having dear old mommy's attention- I inhale deeply, ah~ it doesn't matter… I exhale.

My frown ceases and I smile as my mom presents my plate.

Her eyes gleam excitedly, "Now, let's quickly enjoy this so we can start our day! A friend of mine- Well, the Business, but you know what I mean, anyway," She moves away, her alert forced to a halt as she stuffed her face with eggs, plopping on the couch and patting the spot next to her.

She hastily put something on as I took her offer on the couch. She swallowed and continued- I tried my own food all the while. Wow… Simple things like breakfast are the most important to nail and she does it every time. I nod my head appreciatively. 

"She's bringing her own son- And get this, he's around your age too." She wiggles her eyebrows at me as if completely oblivious to the dead stare i'm delivering right into her soul.

"Mom…" I begin, but she shuts me up before I even get a chance to complain. "Aht! You need friends as much as mommy does. Now, eat your food so we can go! The sooner we're ready the better!" I sighed. 

Though, I couldn't deny the warmth I felt from this moment. From the rushed clinking of her fork against her plate- To the way her eyes lose just a little bit more of that… hidden cry for help every time she sees me happy.

A slight smile took hold of my lips as I obeyed her commands. Breakfast disappeared from my plate so fast it put her effort to shame… Though I did enjoy my fourths.

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A Couple Hours Later…

Strutting down the familiar busy streets of Tokyo, it wasn't long until we reached our destination. A small little authentic wooden park set right in the middle of a nearby neighborhood. 

I scoffed at the convenience. Really just a couple blocks away. I look behind us, the journey flashing in my mind as if it was longer than it really was. I'm taken out of my musings by a slight tap by my mother.

Looking up, I'm met with an expectant gaze and a small smile. I nod, "Real nice. I like the look of the place." I answer with a smile. "I wish there were swings though." How dare you have a park and no swings!! I hope god curses whoever made this place with eternal damnation!

The rising irritation is soon quelled with an influx of nature energy. 

Me and my mom break the boundary and finally fully enter the playground. My mom let go of my hand, her eyes locked on a petite, kind of roundish woman with striking black and ash gray hair that waved into a proper bob. 

"Oh! There she is- And her son! Look! Go play, Ryu!" She pushed me excitedly, dashing off almost instantly. I stood there, my mind completely blank as I nearly short circuited from her lack of consideration of- Well, my damn age!

I sigh, seeing a similar looking boy strutting up to me with a sense of purpose. His spikey, slicked back purple hair definitely caught the eyes of many others, but no one dared to approach- Did Shinso always have an air of nobility…? My eyebrow instinctively raises.

Stepping straight in front of me, we stand face to face, his stature slightly smaller than mine as I was about a foot above him. Wow, I'm tall as shit… I never really noticed since I don't get out much.

I was pulled out of my ruse by an extended hand and a small voice following behind it- "Hitoshi Shinso… And you are?" 

Glancing at his hand, my thoughts race but ultimately I fight back a smirk, A brainwashing quirk and a genjutsu combo… That would be fun to compare.