"First things first," Lugh thought, grinning a toothless baby grin. "I'll master chantless magic by age three." By five, Lugh was a prodigy. He could lift boulders with a whisper, heal cuts with a touch, and his mana pool made local mages weep. But unlike Rudeus, he had no demon eye, no Laplace factor, no prophecy.
The rift sealed. After that, the "Anime Studies Club" became the most respected department at Ranoa. Not because they replicated kamehamehas, but because they taught what anime really meant: hope for the broken .
But yes—way. He had been reborn as "Lugh," son of a retired adventurer and a healer, in the very world of Mushoku Tensei . The mana in the air was thick as honey. He could feel it humming through his crib.
He didn't cast a spell. He sat down cross-legged and talked . About Naruto 's loneliness. About Mushoku Tensei 's redemption. About the beauty of trying again, even when you've failed a hundred times.