This is a SI and I suck at writing, so any advice or criticism is appreciated. Anyways let's get on with the story.

In the beginning, there was light... people usually think about the sharp pain of rebirth but that never really made sense to me

I mean if you're out of your body, pain shouldn't be possible as you have no pain receptors and no real reason to feel pain

Pain is really just a defence mechanism to make you aware that the area in pain is fucked so you better fix it

So there was no pain, and then I just, was

For the first two years of life it was a delirious stumble as I struggled to even operate

But then my brain had developed enough where I could actually function

I quickly realized that my parents were rich, but unfortunately all that money couldn't save their relationship

Watching my parents slowly drift apart hurt me in a way I can't describe so I sought out to change that

My older sister Sarada, a twelve year old girl who I knew was a bitch instantly was making things much worse by being in that 'moody' stage

Father was a serious man, but fair. He was currently holding the family together but I could tell that he was almost at his breaking point

My mom, if you could even call her that was a trophy wife no doubt. She met my father in high-school and stuck to him like a leech as he propelled himself further in the hero world

And then there was me, and my adorable ness. Making absolutely sure to give my father the easiest time and work my hardest so my parents can actually agree that their marriage was actually useful for something

I quickly learned how to read, write and speak in this new language as the time bomb was ticking on this family

Every night I heard my parents arguing from across the house and it only served as motivation to work harder

Quirks, something new in this world a superpower that 80% of the population had

My sister had a appearance changing quirk, hair colour, skin tone, she could do it all. Yet she only used it to dye her hair blue as a way to rebel against our hero crazed father

My mother Mito, born with a surprisingly powerful telekinesis quirk that she used to make every-day life easier.

And then there's dad, the number 7 hero; Tortuga

He had a body enhancement quirk that make his body hard as steel but slow as a turtle hence the name Tortuga

And soon it would be my turn, at four years old children would start getting quirks and I would get mine any day now

Silence was my greeting as I walked down the grand stairs and into the dining area

A room empty of people, we had stopped eating together a few months back but it still hurt to see my bowl alone on the table

My schedule begins with physical training, it was always first and since my dad was away on hero work I was left to my private instructor Dave

Now I don't know if it was his cocky smirk or the way he looked at my mother and twelve year-old sister but I fucking hated Dave

But he knew his stuff, and didn't hold back on four year olds so here I was getting my ass kicked when something clicked

Like that moment of epiphany when you're doing something stupid and you suddenly realize you're an idiot

The next swing came in slow motion and I shifted by body to the side and punched Dave full force in the liver

Other than the usual of making him flinch, Dave flew across the fucking room

I have never felt more proud of myself

That night at dinner we all ate together and my family obsessed over my powerful quirk

"Son this quirk is really something, you could be a greater hero than your old man someday" My father said with a proud look in his eyes

"It's not like he's going to do anything with it anyways" my bitch of a sister decided to throw in and startup an argument

But it was more lighthearted than the usual and it felt like progress

Too bad it all went to shit

The next day I woke up in chains next to my father with all his limbs cut off, crying his eyes out and screaming in terror

I looked forward and was scarred for life

My fathers most public enemy, Liebre was cutting open my mother and sister whilst laughing maniacally

There was so much anger that I felt nothing, no movements were made in my complete shock

And then it hit, like a tidal wave my rage slammed into me and just like that my steel chains were shattered

As I bashed my fists into the long dead hare themed Liebre, my thoughts drifted to what a real hero would do in this situation

'A real hero would never let this happen in the first place' I rationalized as his skull was gone and only a bloody stump remained

All I stayed conscious for were the sirens

Wrapped up in an ambulance blanket, I watched as the ER shook their heads and placed a white sheet over my fathers cold and dead body

The clown of a hero trying to distract me was failing miserably as I thought about what just happened

"Hero's well and truly need to be islands" I muttered in the process of organizing the path to my goal

To never let this happen to anyone else

To stop the villains once and for all

To go further beyond

To go... Plus Ultra

Well that's it for now, I know dark and gloomy but that's the most important part for any hero's(or villain's) backstory. Not many My hero elements right now but I promise in the next chapter things will get more interesting. Anyways hope you enjoyed, and please review on what I need to improve on.