My name is Tsor Itsuka. I am one years old and so far, I'm much more developed than even adult men; I can outpace marathon runners, lift Atlas boulders twice the weight used in Strong Man competitions, I can speak perfect English at my current age, you get the point.
Not too long ago, I discovered that my eyes can turn a Featureless Gold with blackened sclera. These eyes of mine are apparently called the Jōgan, according to the power called 'Avalokiteshavara' that my eye is showing me as I look at the mirror; one of it's applications, Thousand Eyes, is that I can see the truth of someone.
Based on that, how come my name is showing up as Tsor Odinson, my last name is Itsuka... isn't it?
So I fully use my Jōgan to scan myself. I remember from one of my Papa's books that sometimes the soul remembers what it once went through. So with that logic in mind maybe I can find my answer through the soul.
What I found was more than what I had wanted to know. Despite being born from humans parents, I'm also Asgardian/Saiyan/Kryptonian/Viltrumite/Otsutsuki with soul evidence of three separate lifetimes I apparently lived in the form of Bloodlines, even the Composite Powers of the Dovahkiin. Avalokiteshavara revealed that everyone of these races and bloodlines, including my humanity, are powerful with their own strengths/weaknesses and such.
Avalokiteshavara also revealed to me memories that didn't, yet at the same time did, belong to me; Information about these races and bloodlines, on this so called Dovahkiin. Information about the broader Multi-Verse, coupled with the fact that I can actually see atleast 11 of these Multi-Verses right now through my Jōgan.
Finally, there within my soul lies a soul-coded message from my Asgardian parents. I don't know what to expect, so I mentally brace myself before I view the message from them.
"My son... my unborn child. You are our last hope. Asgard may fall... we may fall, but through you our people will live. When comes the time that you search yourself thoroughly, this message will play. Live... Live well my son... For your mother's, Amora and Jane love you as well as I...
BY MY NAME AS ALL-FATHER. I, THOR ODINSON, NAME YOU TSOR ODINSON, LAST SON OF ASGARD!!!"
Tears ran down my eyes without me knowing it as my soul aches for my deceased Asgardian parents. For the second time in my life, I cried... I cried for the parents I never got to see and love, who had sacrificed their everything to bring the unborn me to safety and safeguard me with their combined powers.
As I cried, Thunder came crashing down as if the storm felt my anguish. And with it came a hammer... a hammer that, somehow, felt all too familiar.
As I wipe my tears and approached the hammer, my Papa and Mama came outside to try to bring back to safety, but I continued on my path to the hammer as the Storm itself blocked them from reaching me. The closer I got, the more the hammer hummed with power and acknowledgement, as if welcoming me back after so long.
As I grabbed the hammer, Runes began to flash, inscribed with the following enchamement:
"He who is worthy of Mjolnir, shall possess the powers of Tsor"
Raised high into the sky, Thunder and Lightning crashed about as enchanted Asgardian Armor was equipped to me in a blink of the eye. Coursing through me a reclaimed heritage finally whole once more.
"Father, Mothers... I thank thee for saving thine life against such forces of END and NOTHINGNESS. Wherever you are, I love you..." Said I as I gathered breath to shout my solem vow.
"HEAR ME! I AM TSOR ODINSON. CHILD OF THOR, LAST SON OF ASGARD.
YET I AM ALSO TSOR ITSUKA, SON OF TATSUO AND HARUKO, PROTECTER OF THE REALMS."
As I shouted my vow, it's as if Reality itself acknowledged my words as Golden Thunder rained down and the Northern Lights themselves graced the skies.
Thus began my path as the Protecter of the Realms and the new God of Thunder, as well as my future wars to fight in doing so.
(Time Skip Jutsu, only by a month~)
Some time has passed since my vows to the Realms. I began training in earnest in preparation for my future Wars. With my Jōgan and its powers, I sought to fully understand and master myself thouroughly before I deal with this floating device orbiting me.
Apparently, I have this 'Shinjutsu' called True Double - It essentially is a clone of me with 99% of my complete powers. This other me also can train/study on his own and we'll both benefit when his experiences transfer back to me and vice versa. This'll make preparation twice as fast and efficient.
While my other self trains our powers, I focus on the Primordial Runes and our Rune Magic. When my Asgardian parents sacrificed themselves to save me, they also poured their combined knowledge and experiences of the mystical and cosmic forces, as well as their journey before the forces of END and NOTHINGNESS claimed everything.
My late father, Thor, had a team called the Avengers. Despite each being powerful in their own right, they could not defeat their foes alone. Nay, the forces they fought needed cooperation and unity from everyone who bravely stepped forward to protect their world and the worlds beyond.
History now repeats itself. I cannot rely on just myself to protect the Realms from hidden dangers and ancient forces. I would need a team of my own, the same as my late Fater. Perhaps individuals born of my World or through this floating phone, may I rebuild the Avengers anew.
"Phone! What is the limit of members that may join me?" I asked as I await my answer.
[The Admin may invite a maximum of 8 additional members excluding yourself.]
"Hmmm... perhaps I must wait until I grow further. It'll take until I'm 15 to mature physically, then and only then, will I send out the invitations to the brave who answer my call. But knowing the nature of this phone, I may be pulled into battles before I can physically mature, ones where I may very well be in danger if I take things for granted." I deliberate as I try to consider every possible variable to being this "Admin".
"Hear Me Phone! From henceforth, this "Group Chat" shall be renamed to The Avengers!"
[Acknowledged. The Group Chat, from henceforth, shall be called - The Avengers. As ordered by Tsor Odinson, Last Son of Asgard.]
"Realms above, I pray that you stay strong. Remain vigilant to the hidden dangers Midgard will surely encounter." I say, praying for the Realms safety. Atleast until I gained enough strength to tip the scales.
So training and studying continues, as I wouldn't neglect the finer details of Life. Atleast that's what my late Father and Mothers would want from me, from what I could decipher from their sacrifice.
But my deliberations would prove to be true not long after.