Sorcerer Supreme in MHA

Flashback: The Sorcerer Supreme

Alex's early memories were a blur of endless battles and swirling magic, of mentors who spoke in riddles, and a never-ending pursuit of knowledge. In his past life, he had been something entirely different—a mere mortal who had relied on intelligence and determination rather than magic. But the reincarnation he now lived through was nothing like his previous existence. When Alex was reborn into this new world, he wasn't just carrying the soul of the person he had once been. He also carried the ancient wisdom of others—the memories of powerful beings whose experiences and teachings shaped his new life.

He had not been born into magic. He was born into a world of science, of reason. Yet, when his life ended and the next began, his soul had been entrusted with the knowledge of those who had walked the path of sorcery before him—most notably, Doctor Stephen Strange and the Ancient One.

In his first few moments of consciousness in this new world, Alex's mind had been flooded with memories not his own. He had been a man of reason, a strategist, an intellectual. But now, those memories were no longer distant echoes—they were his own. He had experienced the power and pain of wielding magic, had lived through battles with beings that defied reality itself.

He didn't fear this new knowledge; instead, he embraced it. And yet, even as the powers of the multiverse, time, and reality surged through him, Alex remained grounded, always aware of the family he was protecting.

Doctor Stephen Strange was a name that echoed in the deepest corners of Alex's mind. The former neurosurgeon turned Sorcerer Supreme had once saved the multiverse with his courage, intellect, and mastery over magic. Strange had battled dark forces, traveled through time, and even defied death itself. And, in some strange twist of fate, Alex had inherited the man's memories.

But while Strange had been the protector of the multiverse, Alex's new life had led him to protect a different kind of world—one that was full of potential, but also vulnerable. The world of Izuku Midoriya.

Then there was the Ancient One, the mystical being who had trained Strange in the ways of magic, teaching him how to manipulate the fabric of reality itself. The Ancient One had been a guiding light in the chaos of the multiverse, a wise and patient figure who had known the dangers of wielding such power. Her teachings, too, flowed through Alex, guiding his every step.

"I wasn't always like this," Alex murmured to himself as he reflected on these memories. "In my past life, I didn't have magic. I was just a man. But when I was reborn, I was given the memories of those who came before me."

Transition to Present: Alex's Revelation

The present day found Alex sitting across from Inko in their small, peaceful living room. The tea kettle whistled gently in the background, but neither of them seemed to notice it. Alex had known for a long time that this conversation was coming. He had built up to it—carefully, cautiously—waiting for the right time to explain.

"Inko," he said, his voice steady but with an undeniable hint of tension, "there's something important I need to tell you. Something about me, about how I came to be who I am."

Inko looked at him curiously, her eyes full of concern. She had always known Alex was different—he wasn't like other children. He had an old soul, a wisdom beyond his years, but this was more than she had anticipated.

She set down the teacup and gave him her full attention. "What is it, Alex? You know you can tell me anything."

Alex took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. "I wasn't born in this world, Inko. I wasn't born to this family, either. I was... I was reincarnated. My life didn't start here. It started in a different time, a different place."

Inko's expression softened, though confusion clouded her features. "Reincarnated?" she repeated. "But... how is that possible?"

Alex nodded. "When I died, I was given a second chance. And in this life, I inherited something... something powerful. I inherited the memories and knowledge of two men—two men who were once the greatest protectors this world has ever known."

"Who were they?" Inko asked, her voice barely above a whisper, captivated by the gravity of his words.

Alex paused for a moment, glancing at the floor as the weight of his past life pressed upon him. "Doctor Stephen Strange and the Ancient One," he said, his voice filled with reverence. "They were both powerful sorcerers, masters of magic who shaped the multiverse as we know it. Strange was once the Sorcerer Supreme, the protector of reality itself, and the Ancient One was his mentor. She taught him everything he knew."

Inko's eyes widened, and she leaned forward slightly, captivated by the name of the Ancient One. "But... how could you have those memories? How could you inherit them?"

"I didn't choose it," Alex replied quietly. "It was just... part of what happened when I was reincarnated. I didn't understand it at first. I just knew that I had memories of their lives, of their struggles, and their victories. I knew how to wield magic—how to bend reality. I didn't even need to study it like Strange had. It felt... familiar, like I had lived it myself."

Alex's fingers absently tapped on the armrest, his mind reflecting on his experiences. "But while Strange was protecting the multiverse, my life now is here. It's with you, Inko. It's with Izuku."

Inko remained silent for a moment, absorbing this overwhelming revelation. Her thoughts raced, but one thing stood out: the man sitting across from her wasn't just any person. He was someone extraordinary, someone with powers and knowledge that stretched beyond comprehension.

"But why didn't you tell me sooner?" Inko asked, her voice gentle but curious.

Alex smiled softly, the weight of the moment not lost on him. "I didn't want to burden you with something you didn't need to know. You've already done so much for me. You gave up everything when I was young, and now you're raising Izuku. I didn't want to complicate things. I just wanted to be here for you, for him."

Inko smiled warmly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Alex... you've already given us everything. You've been the best brother, the best son anyone could ask for. We're a family, no matter what."

Alex stood up and walked over to the window, gazing out into the night sky. "It's time Izuku learns the truth, too," he said quietly, his tone resolute. "He needs to know what's coming. He needs to know that he's not alone."

Inko nodded, her heart full of pride for the man who had grown so much in this second life. "Whenever you're ready, Alex. I trust you."