The chapter is very short, I know.
Consider it an introduction to the world of My Hero Academia.
But I promise the following chapters will be around four thousand words.
I'll try to upload the next chapter tomorrow, and please excuse the poor writing quality, which improves after the fifth or sixth chapter.
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The screams of agony and pain ceased little by little, now everything that surrounded Alex was nothing more than a dark void where not a speck of light could be seen, there was nothing but a desolate darkness, the complete opposite of where he had initially woken up.
Meanwhile, in another place, in a very different land than one would be accustomed to knowing, in the country of France belonging to the European continent to be more precise, in the Alpes-Maritimes department of southern France, there is a mansion located in a private villa.
In that place, late at night, the mansion was in chaos, servants overcome with worry and nervousness as they ran from one place to another.
In one particular room where all the bustle was centered, outside the same room, the screams of a young woman stood out among the hustle and bustle of the crowd.
—Where's the doctor? —asked a man in a suit, resembling a butler, whose appearance indicated he was around thirty-five.
—Excuse me, it seems the doctor had a problem and took longer than expected —a young woman dressed as a maid said to the crowd gathered at the entrance to the room.
—What? Don't you know this is the Aoyama family home? A mistake like this will taint your medical record for life! —the man shouted to the crowd.
—Do you want me to tell them that...? —Before she could finish her sentence, the maid was interrupted by a new voice that came through the din.
—Love, how are you feeling? —the new man said as everyone at the entrance made way for the person.
He had a youthful appearance, cream-colored hair, a face that reflected concern and panic, but even with such a countenance, one could sense that he was a rather kind and cheerful person, and lastly, he was wearing a formal suit.
With a youthful appearance, cream-colored hair, a face that reflected concern and panic, but even with such a countenance, one could sense that she was a person who was both kind and cheerful, and finally, wearing a formal suit.
The man quickly approached the woman, lying on the only bed in the room, kneeling down to take her left hand with both hands.
The young woman had blond hair, pale skin, and the most striking feature of her face were those amethyst eyes that adorned her gaze.
However, her expression reflected great pain, and anyone who saw her would know the reason for such discomfort; she was just minutes away from giving birth.
And although she would normally be transferred to a nearby hospital for delivery, in this case, various circumstances arose, such as the heavy rain, the time it would take to get her to the nearest hospital, and the suddenness of the situation.
All of these factors played against her, not to mention the delay in the family's personal physician. However, the man dressed in a butler's suit quickly took control of the situation.
Meanwhile with our protagonist.
«What happened?» Alex slowly opened his eyes as he tried to move his arm, the intention of caressing her face. «I can't move»
Realizing that he was unable to use his limbs caused the sleepy boy to wake up with a start, staring into pure darkness.
While he was being fueled by doubt, a voice echoed somewhere and said a phrase that was unintelligible to our protagonist.
—respiré profundamente ma dame —these words came from a male voice, accompanied by a woman's shouts —ma dame, s'il vous plaît, poussez.
«Hey, is that French? Where the hell am I?» Concern echoed in Alex's thoughts as he recognized the foreign language.
But before he could continue wondering what was happening, a tremor shook him.
—tu vas bien mon amour, continue comme ça —said a male voice, different from the one heard before. At that same moment, the female voice responded with great anger—JE DOIS TOUT!
«Hey, what the hell, it's shaking?!» While that shaking only grew stronger, a light emerged in that darkness, which began to illuminate everything and in turn, absorbing our protagonist «No, No, No, motherfucker, Jehovah is coming aaaaaahhhh son of a bitch!»
Closing his eyes in the sudden illumination, he couldn't see clearly for a few moments, but those voices became clearer than before.
—Congratulations, my lady and lord, it's a boy.
«What happened? Is this heaven?» He continued to ponder as he slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the unfortunate change in light.
In front of him stood a white-haired man with a mustache, dressed in an elegant suit. He picked up our protagonist and carried him in the arms of a young blonde woman with amethyst eyes, flawless white skin, faint tears, and a smile full of happiness. Next to her was a man with glasses, cream-colored hair, ocean-blue eyes, an expression on the verge of tears, and a big smile.
«No, I know these faces. No, this isn't real» were the first thoughts upon seeing the faces of those in front of him.
—Welcome my son —said the man, and in turn, the young woman said —My little Yuga Aoyama.
«Noooooo, damn it!» were the internal screams of pain coming from our protagonist, Alex.
At that moment, the newborn's cries erupted, filling not only the room but every corner of the mansion. And at the door, the maids couldn't contain their joy. Meanwhile, the butler, imperturbable, plastered a warm smile on his face.
On the night of May 30, 2158, a thunderstorm raged mercilessly across the European continent. In the midst of its fury, a new member of the Aoyama family was born. And, as if by magic, as soon as the baby took his first breath, the rain and thunder ceased. At the same time, everyone present was filled with joy at the arrival of young Yuga Aoyama. However, what no one knew at the time was that this birth would be the starting point for a person destined to change the course of the world and its history, although that was still a long way off.
This is the story of Yuga Aoyama, a self-proclaimed hater who was reincarnated in the work he hates the most.