Warmth.
After the endless void, the sensation of warmth felt almost unreal. I could hear the faint murmur of voices, the soft hum of wind outside… and the beating of my own heart.
I had a body again.
When I opened my eyes, sunlight poured over me. A rustic wooden ceiling, flickering firelight, and the scent of herbs and olive oil greeted me. I blinked. I was lying in a small home — definitely not 21st-century architecture.
For a long moment, I just lay there, staring at my tiny hands.They were small — too small. My entire body felt… wrong.
A baby's body.
"Great," I muttered in my head. "Reincarnated and de-aged. Typical."
Days passed — or maybe weeks. My mind grew faster than my body, thanks to my absurdly gifted soul. My chakra networks were dormant but present, pulsing faintly. I could feel the spiritual energy of the world flowing around me — ancient, raw, untamed.
But eventually, as I grew, I began to understand the words around me. The language wasn't English. It was ancient Greek — yet somehow, through my mind's adaptation and L's analytical intellect, I understood it effortlessly.
That's when I learned my parents' names.
My mother — Alcmene, kind, gentle, with eyes like warm honey.My father — Amphitryon, a proud warrior and nobleman of Thebes.
And my older brother —
Heracles.
Or, as the mortals called him now — Hercules.
Yeah. I was Hercules's little brother.
For a while, I just… stared into space, processing that."So… let me get this straight," I whispered to myself one night, staring out the window at a moonless sky. "I've got Indra's chakra, Yoriichi's swordsmanship, L's mind, Hao's soul manipulation, Hiruzen's wisdom… and I'm the younger brother of Hercules."
I laughed quietly. "This is beyond broken."
Still, it explained the power humming in my blood. I wasn't just another mortal child — I could feel divine essence within me, faint but unmistakable. My mother was a mortal, but my father…
Well. Amphitryon wasn't the only one who visited that night, according to myth.
If Hercules was the son of Zeus…And I was born soon after…
"Don't tell me…" I whispered. "Did Zeus do it again?"
The idea made me grin. I was probably a demigod, possibly with the same divine father as my legendary brother.
That meant one thing: potential.
And if I had inherited even a fraction of that godly blood — combined with the monstrous talents bestowed on me — then the ancient world was about to change forever.
But for now, I was just a child — one who needed to learn quietly, observe, and prepare.
Every day, I watched Hercules train, lift, and laugh. The divine energy rolling off him was immense. But when he turned his back, I practiced too — quietly shaping chakra, controlling my breath, learning to feel the flow of energy within me.
I used my connection to souls to sense life around me — insects, animals, even spirits drifting through ancient Thebes. This world was alive with divine resonance. Monsters lurked in shadows, demigods trained in hidden camps, and gods watched from Olympus.
And me?I was a reincarnated anomaly in the middle of it all.
As the sun set one evening, I clenched my tiny fists, staring out toward Mount Olympus in the distance.
"This world has heroes and gods," I murmured. "But I have something they don't — the knowledge of a thousand worlds."
The wind stirred. Somewhere above the clouds, thunder rumbled faintly.
Maybe Zeus heard me.Maybe he didn't.
Either way… I was coming.