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

Chapter 10 — Weight of the Body, Weight of the Family

After surpassing the limits of ordinary humans, Aoi didn't slow down. On the contrary… he pushed himself even harder, as if fueled by a fire that only grew stronger inside him.

"Now that my body can handle it, I'm going to train to lift tons," he thought, feeling the tight tension in every muscle of his legs, as if they were screaming under the strain. "Tons of raw strength. To run like a monster unleashed. React like a wild beast. And fight like a relentless demon."

That was the new, burning goal that burned vividly in his mind. But alongside it, another, deeper purpose began to take shape with perfect clarity: to master the Six Marine Styles. Geppo, Soru, Tekkai, Rankyaku, Shigan, and Kami-e — names that echoed like legends in his head. He knew well that before he could even dream of using those incredible techniques, he first needed something more fundamental: brute strength. Reflexes beyond human limits. Speed that could strike before an enemy even blinked.

And for that, he decided to start from the simplest — and most brutal — method imaginable.

"Train like Rock Lee at the beginning… with weights," he murmured softly to himself, his gaze fixed on his ankles as if they were already shackled by heavy chains. "Every step is going to hurt. Every muscle will scream. But every painful step will carry me further, beyond every limit."

With that thought hammered into his mind like a forged blade, Aoi made his way to the living room, determined to ask for help. But just as he was halfway down the hallway, his ears caught a sudden burst of loud voices coming from the room ahead.

"Enji, you're pushing Shoto too hard! He's only a child!"

"He has a gift that can't be wasted. You think All Might got where he is by taking it easy?"

"But he's not you! He doesn't have to follow your twisted path!"

Aoi froze, shrinking behind the slightly opened door, holding his breath as his heart pounded painfully in his chest. A sharp clatter echoed as a cup crashed to the floor. Peeking inside, he saw the cup resting there, seemingly intact, but a thin crack snaked along its side — as if the fragile porcelain had taken the full force of the argument.

"Again… the same drama," he thought bitterly, his chest tightening. "The same hell that drove my mother to the edge before. And here I was, thinking that only the weight of my training was hard…"

Endeavor stormed out shortly after, wearing his usual expression: cold, harsh, indifferent, like a wall that no one could break through. Rei sank onto the sofa, her eyes distant and empty. She wasn't crying, but looked smaller than ever, as if the relentless pressure and pain had invisibly bent her bones and spirit.

Aoi quietly stepped closer.

"Are you okay, Mom?"

She tried to offer a smile, but the smudged makeup beneath her eyes and the trembling in her fingers as she held a fresh cup betrayed the truth.

He sat down beside her, silent, just holding her hand gently. And after a long, heavy silence, he whispered:

"Being born into this family… it's not easy, huh?"

Rei let out a short, humorless laugh.

"No… it's not."

He rested his head on her shoulder, staying there for several minutes, offering what little support he could, even though he was just a child.

"She doesn't deserve any of this," he thought fiercely. "She's kind, gentle… all she ever wanted was a real family. And all she got was pressure, coldness, and pain."

Aoi clenched his fists tightly, feeling a burning rage inside. But stronger than that anger… was a desperate will to act. To change something. To break the cycle.

"I have to do something. I can't let her go down the same path again. And if I wait for that idiot to grow a conscience… it'll be too late."

Later that night, lying in his small, dimly lit room, Aoi reached for the notebook he kept strictly for important ideas. He opened a fresh page and stared at the blank sheet, as if the future itself lay there, waiting for him to write the life he wanted to live.

"I remember all the animes. All the mangas. All the stories that made me smile," he thought, his heartbeat quickening with determination. "I'm going to recreate them. One by one. Dragon Ball. Naruto. One Piece. Bleach. Fullmetal. I'm going to sell them. And make money."

It was simple. But it wasn't about fame. Or money. It was for her.

"If I can't change my mother's past… then I'll change the future."

He gripped the pen firmly and wrote in bold letters at the top of the page:

Project Shounen: Free my Mom.

With his eyes still shining brightly, he stood up and walked back to the living room. Rei was already wrapped in a blanket, her eyelids heavy, fighting exhaustion.

"Mom… can you give me some money to buy training weights? I want to push myself even harder."

She smiled tenderly, despite the visible weariness.

"Of course, my love. Just promise me you'll take care of yourself."

He hugged her tightly, feeling a surge of warmth and resolve. But deep inside, he had already made his choice.

"I'm going to get so strong that no one will be able to ignore me. And at the same time, I'll build an empire with my stories. Because I won't allow my mother to lose her mind. Nor my father to keep acting like the center of the universe."

"And if he won't take care of her… then I will."

Later, lying awake in the quiet darkness of his room, Aoi stared up at the ceiling. The silence was thick, but inside his mind, a raging furnace burned brighter than ever.

"Blue Phoenix…

First, I'll lift tons.

Then… I'll rise this home from the ashes."

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