Waking up in the body of Todoroki Rei was a shock, but panic was a luxury I couldn't afford. The moment I opened my eyes and saw a four-year-old Shoto crying softly in the corner, while twelve-year-old Touya hid his scorched, blistering arms in the hallway, my modern mind—armed with martial arts training, tactical intelligence, and complete knowledge of the tragic future—made a hard decision. The frail, broken Rei of original canon was dead. In her place stood a woman who was going to beat this family into shape—literally, if necessary.