"I Reincarnated in Boku no Hero but They Forgot to Give Me a System"

Chapter 14 — Blue Sky of Freedom

Aoi was only five years old, but time seemed to have little hold over his body — or his mind.

While other children played hide and seek in the neighborhood streets or cried over broken toys, Aoi carried on his small shoulders a weight far heavier than any child's should be expected to bear. It was the weight of an unyielding determination, one that many grown adults might never even glimpse in their entire lives.

From the moment his quirk awakened when he was just three years old, Aoi had trained every day, with a discipline and intensity far beyond his years. Each session was fought as if the very future depended on it — and in many ways, it did.

Since his mother left a year ago, the little boy had not only kept his focus — he had doubled the load he carried. He took on the solemn responsibility of caring for his siblings, managing the fragile balance that kept their home alive, and shielding whatever remained of their family from falling apart.

He never complained. Not once.

Two years of silent, relentless effort. Of pain endured without a word.

His body had grown stronger than anyone imagined possible. Today, it could withstand the weight of three tons strapped to him during the toughest training routines. His speed shattered records — surpassing three hundred meters per second, moving faster than any ordinary eye could track. His reflexes had become weapons, able to dodge high-speed projectiles as if time itself slowed to a crawl in his presence.

Yet, despite all the physical prowess he wielded, what filled Aoi with the most pride was something less tangible — the gift of flight.

Up there, far above the earth, among the clouds and the whispering winds, Aoi was truly free.

The blue flames that burst from his feet were not just raw energy; they were poetry in motion. They danced like waves on a celestial ocean, propelling him with a grace and lightness that defied all logic and reason.

Hovering in the sky, he looked out across the horizon.

The sunset painted the heavens in hues of orange and gold, as if an artist's brush had stroked the canvas of the world. The clouds floated by like wisps of dreams, soft and ethereal.

For a moment, the world fell utterly silent.

Aoi breathed in deeply, closing his eyes and feeling the cool wind against his face. And then, a smile slowly spread across his lips.

Never, in his previous life, could he have imagined such a moment.

"I'm far from the Shinra at the beginning of the anime…" he thought.

"But this proves my path is true."

He remembered the falls — the painful stumbles, the nights filled with frustration when flight seemed nothing but a distant fantasy. Now, flying was woven into his very being.

Yet he knew this was only the beginning.

His quirk granted him the sky, yes, but it also exposed him. The blue flames drew eyes, invited questions, and limited his freedom indoors or under watchful gazes.

He needed more than just power. He needed mastery. An art form that would let him rise — even without relying solely on his flames.

"I have to master the Six Marine Styles.

Especially Geppou."

The ability to fly with feet barely touching the air. To leap effortlessly across the void. To become a living weapon, even without using his quirk.

The vast blue sky stretched out before him like a promise, vast and open, waiting to be claimed.

With one last look toward the glowing sunset, Aoi bent forward. The blue flames responded instantly to his will, flaring softly but fiercely at his feet.

He surged forward, speeding toward home like a blazing shooting star forged from fire and unbreakable resolve.

Because freedom was not just about being in the sky.

Freedom was having the power to come back home, whenever he wanted.

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