I love self inserts and original character being reborn in another world. So i decided to give it a try.
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Chapter 0
Hi guys. I decided to try writeing a fanfiction. OC reincarnated in BNHA. The story will take place for quite some chapters in the stage where he grows up. I hope you have fun reading this.
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"I am telling you it's impossible. You can't write dialogue when you can't interact with humans, it just don't work"
<Sound Effect>
Chapter Zero
Teen was doing one last inspection in his room. It was eleven pm and today he had just graduated high school, while some of his classmates were going to a parties or some other way to celebrate he had far better activity in mind.
Checking that everything was here, popcorns, chips, hot chocolate and fried potatoes, he was satisfied with the provision he had prepared for his latest journey. Looking around he noted that the room was tidy, he had cleaned it a few hours ago. After all it was promise to his mother, one that may backfire with the router mysteriously disappearing the next day if he failed. Seeing that everything was ready, he proceed with one of the most important steps, picking the right show. Watching anime was like an art, every person have personal taste and some pieces needed to be watched in the right time for maximum enjoyment.
He began the exciting process of browsing, whatever he found will be the center of his world for the next few hours. A few minutes passed and he picked a show. Boku no Hero Academia, according to the reviews, the best anime of the season. After quirk math he learned that it will take around four hour and a half to finish the first season. Opening the usual streaming site he quickly found the anime. After which it was the most dreadful mini game in the history of the internet, the captcha. He needed three tries before the site finally give him access to the episode. Clicking on the video a pop up appeared, this repeated a few time until finally the video started.
A few second into it, just as the green haired kid was screaming how he will never forgive the blond one, something disturbed his piece. <Brrrr> <Brrrr> <Brrr> A phone next to the computer began to vibrate. The teen quirky proceed to stop the episode, very few people have his number and they typically call only in time of emergency. Grabbing the phone he quickly checked and name, just in case it was random number. More than once random people had called him and more than once he lied to them with straight face, telling them how something come up and they have to reschedule for the next Friday, or maybe telling them how the person they tried to contact was in ICU. He had learned from the best in this art. On the phone was one of the few people he can call friend, Dilan.
He and Dilan knew each other from kid. Dilan was the type that preferred the spotlight, the heart of the company while the Teen preferred to stay in the quite corner, taping on his phone. They bonded over their love for videogames, one of them due to his desire to game the system and the other due to the trill of competition and winning. The last few years their friendship had declined, Dilan was more interested in sport and girls while his childhood friend preferred escapism. Anime, manga, comics, videogames, books, the medium wasn't as important as was the story, tales of great heroes and villains with their own motivations, goals and philosophy.
More than once Dilan told his friend how he need to begin to live, real life. How this won't help him in any way, shape or form. How it will be for the best if he begin work on his body, lift, take more care of his appearance. How the girls will come flying at him once he put some muscles, fix his hair a little and in general begin to show visible efforts.
They were both planning to enter engineer school, the same one to be precise, they made arrangements already, found cheap apartment and some other things. After all, they will be both comfortable if they don't have to worry about their possessions disappearing one day or some madman jabbing them to death in their sleep. Looking longingly at this computer, the teen singed again as he answered the phone. This morning Dilan invited him to a party that he organized, it probably is something related to that.
"What's up D, I have a little work so please be fast!" They both knew exactly what the work was. It's was the usual excuse that double as I am currently watching anime, what do you want?
"Bro please help me, you know the party. The booze is gone man. Martin and Oliver came with a few girls and now we are running dry. Please man, just fifty bugs. I will pay you the next week!" The distress in the voice was visible, as it was the drunkenness. Doing mental math the Teen calculated how long it will take in the worst case scenario. … Ten minutes to buy and deliver whatever his friend wanted, even returning home was included. It won't be more than forty minutes if the worse to worse come. More than once his friend loaned him money to buy figures. Bro in need is a bro in need.
"Fine! The usual is it?" This wasn't the first time something like that had happen. Dilan organize something similar with his band every other week, when his parent were outside the town. The group typically preferred Vodka with grapefruit juice and soda.
"Nah man, the girls here didn't like the usual. Buy a Jack Daniels, Vodka Flirt, Coca Cola and … Rakia, some type of east Europe alcohol. Pretty strong but dirty cheap according to one of the girls, Slivova being the best variant. That's it man, I will leave the front door unlocked."
… [PoV: Mc before reincarnation]
Bag full of booze in hand and wireless earbuds on, one teen was walking to his friend house. He was listen to one of the most romantic songs that he found on the internet. The song ended around minute before he reached the house. Putting phone and the buds in his pocket he continue. Listening to only half a song was something that he hated to do, it just felt wrong.
Walking inside into the hallway he noted how there were voice from multiple rooms so he took a look. The kitchen, where he typically leave the packages mid party, was occupied by couple making out. Being decent human being unlike the majority of his species, at least in his opinion, he left them alone.
Peeking in the living room he noted how many people were in the party. The usual ones were Dilan and Oliver who was on the track team. That mean probably Martin was making out in the kitchen, he can be described as gentle giant but become little hyped when drunk, or at least that's what Dilan told him. The two boys were accomplished by three girls, sitting on a table and playing poker. Inspecting the table showed that Oliver was out of chips, while Dilan was wining by a lot, probably cheating as unusual. It was probably bad idea to teach over competitive person how to cheat subtly.
It took a few his second until Oliver spotted him and from then it was the usual. Questioning look from Oliver, the newly arrived teen rising the bag full of buzz, Oliver nods and the teen back off in the hallway waiting for someone to come and take the booze. A dozen seconds later Dilan came out.
"Thank man, you are savior." Said D as the teen proceed to pass him the bag. After inspecting the content he grinned at his friend.
"Bro, do you want to join in? I know that this isn't your idea for fun but come on. It's graduation, once in a life time." As usual D will try to make him join and as usual he will politely decline, but just as he opened his mouth.
"D, very good idea, we are evenly match now" Someone said behind him. When he turned he saw Martin, but there was different in him. Brighter, more livid, it look like alcohol really do wonders for some people. Just as he was ready to decline again the giant cut him off.
"Man please, just for a few minutes. One of the girls is annoyed and will probably leave in half an hour max. Please man, you know how the ladies are, if one leave the rest will follow. Just thirty minutes, a cup or two and then you are free to go!" The teen rolled his eyes, this too had happened more than once. Its uncanny how precise Martin's social skills are, when he tell you something will happen in thirty minutes it either happen or he make it happen. This had happened so many times in the last year, typically from D offering to lend him a ride to a convention, the teen even included it in his calculation. <Sigh>
"Fine." It will be only half hour.
…
Looking at the clock as the teen exited the toilet he noted that it was a two hour since he arrived.
Initially when he joined the table they began new game. A few round into the game and he was losing, there wasn't any purpose in trying if he will leave in a few, but something catch his eye or more precisely someone.
Curvy girl, average height, brunette ponytail but most importantly of all was her hoodie. Black hoodie with red clouds, the said clouds had white borders which cemented the idea. This was Akatsuki hoodie. The problem with people who wear anime merchandise are that its fifty-fifty between casual fan and fanatic that can scream over an hour about their favorite character and how they deserve better. Taking a lesson out of the Martin's book the teen made a few light remarks about the hoodie. From then they began to talk, from one anime to another, cup after cup, game after game and before they know it, both were drunk.
He excused himself, did his work in the toilet and just as he was going back into the living room he spotted Dilan with girl in each hand going upstairs. Martin and one of the other girls excused themselves earlier in the night and moved to the second floor. Returning to the living room he saw how the fellow fan was gone and Oliver was watching some show about drugs on Nat Geo. Grabbing his cup he saw something under it, it was phone number. This caused the teen to give light smile, it was nice to have a known fellow fan in person or maybe he may try his luck? For the moment he placed the number in his pocket and he turned toward his acquaintance.
"Oli, want to play some Smash?" He asked the Oli who was staring at the tv.
"Sure. The loser drink a shot?" Asked the Oli with melancholy in his voice. While he wasn't into the game as much as Dilan, we wasn't either fully out of it like the teen. He was probably disappointed that he didn't manage to luck out or maybe jealous of Dilan, not everyone can make threesome.
"If you want to nurse a headache tomorrow." The smugness in the teen voice cause Oli to smile. They played and drink, again and again and again. At some point the teen realized something crucial. This was his first time drinking something more than half a cup. Typically he hate the taste, there was something discussing and so he drink just enough to not be the odd one out, but tonight wasn't about the taste. Tonight was about the games, one after another, then the girl he was talking to, how he receive her number and now even more games. He didn't even remember how much he had drank at this point. It didn't took long for his drunk brain to release that being short and skinny as he was, the regret will probably be serious in the morning. Just as he was considered stopping for the night Oli win the match, taking his penalty reward the teen discarded what he was thinking and instead concentrated into the game.
They continue to play until the alcohol ended. After that Oli put the documental about drugs back and so they watched. The teen made himself comfortable on the sofa and in the middle of the show he feel asleep. Not long after Oliver did too. The five love birth were in deep sleep by that point. Night was pretty, stars were shining, all around the city, students were celebrating their graduation. The world was as usual, in this night, due to bad luck or maybe wrong posture, one teen die.
… [The next day, at noon]
Dilan woke up and the hangover was killing him. Looking around the room he slowly pieced what happened the night before. The boys came with some girls. He invited/trick his favorite nerd to the party after seeing how one of the girls may have similar inters as him. Good thing that one anime have fighting games. Knowing from practice what will be the best for him he stayed at the bed, if the girls woke up without him this may be the last threesome he had with them and ohh boy was that something that he wanted to repeat.
He stayed there, waking up and making sure he can remember their names, when there was a scream downstairs. Extremely girly scream full of fear, needless to say this woke up the two girls around him. Looking at each other for a second, they quirky dressed something and go there to check. When they reached the stairs they saw Martin and his lady staring at something from the entrance to the living room. Peeking between them Dilan saw something that he will remember forever.
Upon his sofa was laying his childhood friend. There was vomit, foam and a few other things coming out of his mouth, his face was blue and his eyes were closed. Oli was next to him, placing his hand on different ares of his body while quietly murmuring something, in the silence is was crystal clear but due to his hangover it took Dilan to hear and comprehend what Oli was repeating over and over again.
"There's no pulse. There's no pulse. There's no pulse. There's no pulse." Over and over and over, the same thing was repeated. After a minute or two Martin took Oli to the kitchen and tell him to sit. Dilan's brain was chaos at this point and he can't exactly remember what happen. At some point ambulance and police car came. The paramedics checked a few thing on his friend after which they proceed to put him in a black bag and roughly threw the said bag in the back of their vehicle. The police began to ask around what had happened to each person. Dilan told exactly what happened, how he plea his friend to buy them some alcohol and making it deliberately because there was a girl with similar interests, how they all began to play, how they all had good time.
He isn't sure what the exact world where or how he told them. He was in shock at that point. What he did remember was what the policeman did. He placed a arm on his shoulder and told him.
"Son, look me in the eyes. It not your fault. According to paramedics the cause was mix between alcohol poisoning and unlucky accident that he manage to choke." After which the policeman left him. Once he was left alone his mind began to race.
If only he had brought more booze. If only he had let him go back to his cartoons. If only the girl didn't wore that one hoodie. If … If … If … If … There were so many things. If even one of them was different his friend was going to be alive but now he is death. What is worse, he is the reason that he is death. He was the only one of the three to have his number and the only one to be able to call him. IT WASN'T EVEN FOR THE FUCKING BOOZE, THERE WAS MORE IN HIS FATHER STASH, THEY EVEN USED THE SAME STASH THAT NIGHT, … and now … because of him … he is DeatH.
…
The court procedure was fast. It was ruled as accident, no one was at fault. They even suspected now it maybe was suicide. According to the psychiatrist that was assigned to the case, there were signs he was in heavy depression which is normal for teen who just graduated. The stress of beginning Uni, beginning new chapters of ones life, and general social anxiety that a lot of teen experience constantly due to peer pressure. Dilan know that a lot of this was bullshit. How his friend was fine but he kept his mouth shut, as his father's lawyer instructed him. That way in only a month the whole process was over, Dilan was free man without any criminal activity.
Dilan continue with his. A few years later he was largely over the accident. Big part of that was his psychiatrist. He graduate Uni with the highest grade in his course, found a wife and had kids. They were happy family according to their neighbors. The only permanent mark that the accident left to him was that he never consumed alcohol again, nor he allowed his wife, and he made sure to insist that in his kids. Any alcohol was the most evil thing that ever existed, or so was what their father all but beaten into them.
Oliver, Martin and the girls all go on their own ways. They had their own stories about what happened to them but after the accident the company was never the same.
Martin and his girl had an accident and become a young mother and father. Oliver moved far away and so people forgot about him as the time passed. The two girls that slept with Dilan become a couple at some point.
Finally the curvy girl, for her the live didn't change much. One night she decided to go on a party. Met some nice guy and they were talking for a hour or two. She didn't even remember everything that they talked about, the alcohol had really bad effects on her. When she learned that the guy was death, there wasn't a lot of reaction, like when you learn how a some neighbor that you may or may not see once a week had died. There wasn't shock of seeing the body or the pain of losing someone close to you, so for her the whole thing was nothing more than get drunk, vent a little, go home. Something that like many other, had become something like second nature. Her early thirties was where she met a someguy, hit it off and they had a family.
At the end the teen was nothing more than a memory. Memory that slowly eroded as the people began to think of him less and less. Memory that finally disappeared when Dilan died. Memory that left no impact on the world, what so ever, when Dilan's grandkids began to drink at the age of sixteen.
… [Pov Narator]
The world was full of inconsistency and errors. One such thing was what one consider heroes. The world originally saw super heroes as a fantasy, ideals and actions unachievable by the common man.
Now, Hero become nothing more than government worker. Instead of altruist who helped the ones who needed, it was someone that the official kept on pay, making them glamorous. Money, fame, connection, everything was possible to achieve once someone become a hero. The ugly reality was hidden. How the average hero work for no more than five years before he retire either because he can't handle the stress or due to injury that render his performance less than optimal for work.
There were many types of heroes. The general ones were three plus one.
Fighters, which protect the civilians, keep the common people save, made sure the economy is taking its course in a way the officials wanted or in some cases beat up thugs for their own enjoyment.
Scholars, which helped with supporting the other two group, helping them with equipment, cures for their wounds and whatever one may think of.
Finally, there were the Vigilantes. While the fighters were abetting by the law and comfort the civilians with their presence the Vigilantes were what one can call the true heroes. There were people that patrolled the streets where the government had abounded their citizens, at the places where it was deemed too much of a hassle to help the people, but most importantly of all they made sure their work was permanent. Some called them monster and inhuman for killing criminals for reason none other than them being criminals, how some crimes weren't heavy enough to be punished by death and how there was legal system that have to do the work. Other were grateful of their presence, knowing that the man who was trying to rape their daughter is death, knowing how girls won't disappear from their families, knowing that the monsters now had hunters after them.
Finally there was the heroes that no one wanted to speak about. The fourth group was debatable if they were even heroes. The mercenaries were always present in the human society, but with the rising of quirks the governments all around the world wanted to create a system. One which will make them somewhat connected with the state, instead of pure gun for hire and potential henchmen like the entertainment media had portrayed them. The decision was as simple as complex, KILL ORDER, once the government deem a criminal a monster that is better death than alive, they allow public fund raising which is then placed as a reward for the said criminal's head, simple as that.
That was the world that for some was hell and for others heaven. The world where the Heroes were for the large part are funded and housed by the government. The world where a hero was combination of police man and celebrity. The world where for the most part people continue to lives as normal, there was good, there was bad, but overall at some point you get used to it and so our story begin.
Story of a child, who as result of the apathy, apathy created by the society, wanted nothing more than to have a little fun.
… [Pov Natarot]
This story begin with Monoma Family. Consisting of four members, mother, father and two kids. The parents were working as heroes. It was one of the jobs that a lot of people worked at one point or another, typically after a few years of service they retired and continue to work something else. It was dream to work as a hero, protector of the week. Sadly too many people wanted that, but not many of them were able to cut it. The story here was quite different. Both parent were only active side-kicks but from the few who had over 10 years of experience in the field.
The mother was known as, Lady Assistance, her quirk allowed her to temporary copy other people's quirk, the effect was always weaker but being able to have two of anything is useful for any rescue agency. Her quirk alone was capable of wonders but she also had extensive knowledge about first aid. Many heroes have side job too but she wasn't one of people who are after fame, plus in the public eye she was non-existing, just another face that help when accident happen.
The father was known as, Morpher, his quirk allowed him to shape shift his body, making it possible to augment his strength, close his injuries and make himself durable. While this may not be the flashiest quirk, it was of immense help in the field, he was what many can consider jack of all trade. Many of his co-workers retires after suffering wound of some kind, something like a broken knee can significantly lower your mobility and a few such instances may directly render your useless in direct confrontation with a villain or even worse, a liability to you team. He was seen by this people as someone that had win the gene lottery but weren't quite right.
Quirk that allow so much things come with his own difficulties. For him that was time and knowledge. Changing was slow process taking between minutes and hours depending on how much experience he had in the form he wants to take, even then he will need practice before he can reliably use form in the field. Additionally the knowledge part was very complicated, he had spent year learning about biology, mainly about mammals due to their similarities with human but his long years of studying were showing results. He looked like someone in his early 20s while in practice he was well into his 30s.
Additionally, due to the ability to manipulate his own body and his profession as a hero he was obsessed with martial arts. He had spent years studding them and honing his skills, he even had his own dojo where he teach multiple fighting styles, which also act as his second job. He was what the society labeled mid-level hero, someone who can without a problem patrol the street, help in rescue and generally well balanced hero without any specialization, but useless when someone with big power level appear.
This two heroes lived in the head quarter of their guild. While not big topic of public discussion, at some point heroes begin to worry about their safety at home or if villain will attack them. Due to that almost all guild have housing in the same building or in the area around it. The said building were usually reinforced so the heroes and civilians can be at piece that they won't collapse at the first sight of villain.
They had two kids which were adored by all people who had known them. Neito and Nagato were maternal twins. Their mother, during the early years of her job, was injured during rescue which made it, extremely hard for the nature to take its course. Lucky for her the science had solution about this particular problem.
The couple were together for more than half a decade. Finally when the time had come they contacted the required doctor and were hoping that the procedure will go smoothly. They were immensely happy when the doctor told them how the IVF was successful. Worried but still joyful when they learned how they will have twins during one of the routine checkups.
Nine months passed, the operation was successful and everything was going fine. There was even a lot of help in the form of numerous young heroines which constantly fussing over the babies. The mother thanks to her quirk was able to easy recover, all she needed to do was contact a friend of her with regeneration type quirk and ask them to borrow it. Thanks to that the mother was in perfect health days after the operation. She took maternity leave so she can take care of her little ones. Her husband continue to work but was taking less hours on a patrol so he can help with whatever he can. After all, due to their years of service and their value, they had sizable portions of saving, the only thing that was regularly expensive were their special hero suits, after all custom work was expensive but worthwhile when it can protect your live.
The younger one, Neito, was a kid that constantly demanded hugs and physical affection, if left alone he will begin to cry until someone come to be with him. The older one, Nagato, was a loud, he was constantly crying, in every single moment that was awake. According to the doctor that was normal and will stop at some point after the third month, the problem was that it didn't, even after the fourth, so they took him to special doctor.
The quirks had a huge impact on the medical industry, some even say that they even ruined the whole industry and after that it had to be build a new. Due to that the process of someone being able to appoint hour with user of healer quirk is something very hard to do. They are typically reserved for cases when it's absolutely necessary, such as post operation recovery when the patient is at its weakest point.
The usual routine was that one must go to a normal doctor, after that to specialist, after that to X-Ray or something similar that will show what is wrong, and only after it's confirm that the only solution is a healer, they will be able to appoint date. It may vary from days to weeks depending on the wound. Luckily for Monoma family as a heroes they had some connections or rather their boss had.
Their boss was what people say true professional. She worked as head over her hero agency for more than a decade. Due to that she had many connection, one of which was Recovery Girl. Their boss told them how Recovery Girl will help them, for sure. After all the old people like babies.
…
The couple were waiting anxiously while both toddlers were sleeping in their baby cart. Currently they were in the hall of some medical facility. The last half hour was spending doing test after test on Nagato, and the frown that grew on both Recovery Girl and the local neurologist with each passing test. Needless to say that only make the young parents more anxious.
They were able to hear how the doctors were arguing in the other room. Minutes passed and finally the door opened. The Neurologist, give them sing to enter and they did so. Once the door was closed behind them the two doctor took a position in front of them. The neurologist began with the explanation, while pointing at different images of Nagato's brain.
"According to the scant there isn't any problem, currently, but there is something unusual. Typically when the brain grow its on different stages, each one take time. It's slow and delicate process. The anomaly with Nagato is his rapid grow. The most likely explanation is that his quirk is mutant type, something that include increased mental capacity. At the moment, if things stay unchanged, around the age of four when the majority of the brain is formed, the symptoms will begin to decline." He looked at Recovery Girl and she continue.
"Theoretically, I can use my power to speed up the process, which will in turn make him stop cry but this may have unforeseen side effects. The brain in general is the most sensitive organ of the human body, one mistake can cripple everything. The best I, we as specialist can recommend is to carefully monitor him, the symptom will begin to slowly decline as he grow." She turned to toward the neurologist and he continue.
"While the said process took place at all around his brain but there are two areas where it is particular higher than the rest. They are the, medulla and hippocampus. Medulla is responsible for involuntary action such as fight or flight instinct, while the hippocampus is responsible for learning and long term memory. Finally, what happen to Nagato is something that we see for first time. While there were similar cases when with enchanted mental capacity, they are its typical something that happen only after awakening quirk for majority of the cases that include changes to the brain. Last decade new mutations constantly appear so we can't be sure. The most common thing that we know about is as result of minor mutation rather than quirk, but then it typically only make the process better rather than faster. The best I can recommend, as a person who specialist in neurology is that you have to make sure he have a lot of chance to learn. Some parent don't allow their children to experiment and/or do thing on their own and as result the kids lose precious time when their brain is developing unable to acquire knowledge. Make sure he constantly have something to do and let him experiment."
The parent were stunned. They were worried how their kid may have something wrong with him and what Doctor said shocked them. Their child may already have awoken his quirk. What was the worse was how helpless they were, unable to do anything. The melancholy filled the room until recovery girl broke the silence.
"As a doctor I will recommend that we check the other twin too. It's possible that he may have something similar." Hearing the words of the elder heroine filled the hearts of the parents with dread. They immediately accepter, this time it took significantly less time for the result to come. The neurologist give them the news.
"Congratulations. It look like you have pair of geniuses. Neito's front cerebrum, the area responsible for problem solving, concentration and planning is showing unusual growth. Unlike his twin, Neito's one will take place over long period of time, slowly making him better. It will be good for his grow to give him a puzzles, math problems and let him formulate long term plans as he grow."
…
Days turned in weeks, months into seasons and before anyone realize years had passed. After the initial checkup they make scans each two months but after the sixth visit the doctor noted how its save to say that there won't be any negative effects for Neito. Nagato's case was followed as he grew. The routine checkup were made once six months, but stopped when he turned four and the doctor told them how the process begin to slow down so its save to say that there won't be any negatives for him.
The years showed how the kids were very different from each other.
Nagato was energetic kid that always finds something to do. Leave him with the other kid and not long after they will begin to play heroes or ninjas, the second one being mix of tag plus hide and seek. Leave him alone and he will begin to stack toys to build tower, paint something, carefully inspect some items for every single detail, on a few cases he even dismantled toys he had with whatever he had at hand.
Neito was more quite, he spend a lot of time with puzzles or watching tv but every time his big brother started something, he was right behind him.
One day, little after their fourth birthday, Nagato came to his parent after diner and asked to learn how to write and read. Seeing how his big brother will begin something new, Neito asked to join too and so they began to learn. The parents were really surprised how fast Nagato was getting the things, he was devouring the material and in a month he was able to write and read, not very proficiently but still impressive for four year old.
Neito was somewhat behind, he was feeling somehow down but that changed when his quirk awoken, just like his mother he was able to copy other people's quirks. Initially he was sad how he didn't have quirk on his own and was able to only imitate other. Nagato began to loudly tell him how this isn't true and how Neito have the best quirk of all them all, the ability to have whatever he wants. After a few addition on his mother Neito begin to proudly present his quirk to anyone, whatever they ask or not.
One very notable fact about Nagato was how he had huge imagination, he was dismiss heroes left and right as copycats. All might was copy of Super Man that wear his pants the right way, Endeavour was try hard Human Torch, more than once they needed to tell him how it's not polite to call others copycats in public and more than once he answered but its true! He even had multiple of the said heroes drawn, together with costume designs and even little stories of how they saved the day.
Truly he had big imagination, more than once they checked to make sure it isn't his quirk. After all the information had quite a details but in the end it wasn't his quirk or at least not what they initially thought. There were already heroes with clairvoyance quirks but in the end none of the thing he had pained or written were real, not now or in the pass. The parent were almost sure that they already know what their kid's quirk is, Super Human Creativity, the ability to be able to create thing. They can already imagine him as a scientist that create gadgets for the heroes.
This way, continue the life of Monoma. Happy family of four. At least for quite some time
…
One day Nagato woke up. He decided to use the bathroom and on the way there he say the calendar. Its only 10 days until his fifth birthday. There will be presents there and one of the favorite things that Nagato can do is to open boxes. You can never be sure what's inside until you open it so it can be anything. Cookies, lollipops, any other kind of sweets, needles, coins, it can be anything.
Just as he was about to enter the bathroom he stopped in front of the door. It was mirror door, a door with mirror on both sides. He began to inspect his face, there was something fascinating about his face, each time he see, its like there was something he forgot. It was very annoying feeling because it felt like almost everything was whole but just one more piece was needed. Like looking at one of the Neito's puzzles but just one piece in the center was missing. Determine to fix this sense of wrong today, Nagato began to carefully inspect his face.
He began to frown in the mirror and begin to carefully inspect himself. First was his height. He wasn't one of the tall kids, more like the average ones, but even then, the lower end. Second was his hair, he had black hair that was looking a lot like Robin, the eternal sidekick. His skin was the same color as his brother. His face were was like Genos, looking permanently angry. It was thing that he didn't understand because he was almost always happy, as long as there was something to do. The fact that he have black sclera especially was something that just felt wrong, more so than anything else. He continue to inspect his face but there really was nothing else that was notable, he didn't have piercing like Genos.
Focusing on the black in his eyes and very carefully inspected every single bit of it. While doing so something snapped inside him and he finally realized why his whole life there was something wrong with everything around him. Why the majority of the heroes look like rip offs. Why he feel wrongness. Everything make sense now.
All things he knew. The costumes, ideas, heroes, villain, stories, morals, motivation, everything. There were there his whole life. Including memories of other people, other faces, and other places. This was the day when everything click. The day when everything begin to make perfect sense. The day when he realize, that this isn't his first life. How his old world didn't have things like super powers but the people were able to create all kind of stories to inspire each other. How one night he was going to help a friend and then something happen and now he is here.
The normal reaction was probably to grieve for his old world, to grieve for his old friends and for his old family, but why? He can't do anything, he wasn't even a hero yet.
It's jst like when you drop your ice cream and you can't do anything about it, beside continue with the day and after a few days there will be new ice cream. Why get sad when before there was only boredom, over and over again. Here it's interesting, there are tons of unique people. Who know, maybe he will finally achieve his dream to become professional assassin or maybe he will become a hero?
In any case here is wayyyyy better than before, he don't know what his live will be, but as long as it's interesting, it will be fine. When the time to die comes, he will die, he will feel sad that he will have to leave his family but that's how it is. Now he know that there are other worlds, which mean probably reincarnation is real and that's how he found himself here or maybe some higher being took likening to him. In any case, the majority of the reincarnation stories in his past live made the main character die one way or another so he probably did to. It look like death isn't something to be feared, it's only the beginning of your next adventure.
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Narration / thoughts
"I am telling you it's impossible. You can't write dialogue when you can't interact with humans, it just don't work"
<Sound Effect>
Chapter Zero
Teen was doing one last inspection in his room. It was eleven pm and today he had just graduated high school, while some of his classmates were going to a parties or some other way to celebrate he had far better activity in mind.
Checking that everything was here, popcorns, chips, hot chocolate and fried potatoes, he was satisfied with the provision he had prepared for his latest journey. Looking around he noted that the room was tidy, he had cleaned it a few hours ago. After all it was promise to his mother, one that may backfire with the router mysteriously disappearing the next day if he failed. Seeing that everything was ready, he proceed with one of the most important steps, picking the right show. Watching anime was like an art, every person have personal taste and some pieces needed to be watched in the right time for maximum enjoyment.
He began the exciting process of browsing, whatever he found will be the center of his world for the next few hours. A few minutes passed and he picked a show. Boku no Hero Academia, according to the reviews, the best anime of the season. After quirk math he learned that it will take around four hour and a half to finish the first season. Opening the usual streaming site he quickly found the anime. After which it was the most dreadful mini game in the history of the internet, the captcha. He needed three tries before the site finally give him access to the episode. Clicking on the video a pop up appeared, this repeated a few time until finally the video started.
A few second into it, just as the green haired kid was screaming how he will never forgive the blond one, something disturbed his piece. <Brrrr> <Brrrr> <Brrr> A phone next to the computer began to vibrate. The teen quirky proceed to stop the episode, very few people have his number and they typically call only in time of emergency. Grabbing the phone he quickly checked and name, just in case it was random number. More than once random people had called him and more than once he lied to them with straight face, telling them how something come up and they have to reschedule for the next Friday, or maybe telling them how the person they tried to contact was in ICU. He had learned from the best in this art. On the phone was one of the few people he can call friend, Dilan.
He and Dilan knew each other from kid. Dilan was the type that preferred the spotlight, the heart of the company while the Teen preferred to stay in the quite corner, taping on his phone. They bonded over their love for videogames, one of them due to his desire to game the system and the other due to the trill of competition and winning. The last few years their friendship had declined, Dilan was more interested in sport and girls while his childhood friend preferred escapism. Anime, manga, comics, videogames, books, the medium wasn't as important as was the story, tales of great heroes and villains with their own motivations, goals and philosophy.
More than once Dilan told his friend how he need to begin to live, real life. How this won't help him in any way, shape or form. How it will be for the best if he begin work on his body, lift, take more care of his appearance. How the girls will come flying at him once he put some muscles, fix his hair a little and in general begin to show visible efforts.
They were both planning to enter engineer school, the same one to be precise, they made arrangements already, found cheap apartment and some other things. After all, they will be both comfortable if they don't have to worry about their possessions disappearing one day or some madman jabbing them to death in their sleep. Looking longingly at this computer, the teen singed again as he answered the phone. This morning Dilan invited him to a party that he organized, it probably is something related to that.
"What's up D, I have a little work so please be fast!" They both knew exactly what the work was. It's was the usual excuse that double as I am currently watching anime, what do you want?
"Bro please help me, you know the party. The booze is gone man. Martin and Oliver came with a few girls and now we are running dry. Please man, just fifty bugs. I will pay you the next week!" The distress in the voice was visible, as it was the drunkenness. Doing mental math the Teen calculated how long it will take in the worst case scenario. … Ten minutes to buy and deliver whatever his friend wanted, even returning home was included. It won't be more than forty minutes if the worse to worse come. More than once his friend loaned him money to buy figures. Bro in need is a bro in need.
"Fine! The usual is it?" This wasn't the first time something like that had happen. Dilan organize something similar with his band every other week, when his parent were outside the town. The group typically preferred Vodka with grapefruit juice and soda.
"Nah man, the girls here didn't like the usual. Buy a Jack Daniels, Vodka Flirt, Coca Cola and … Rakia, some type of east Europe alcohol. Pretty strong but dirty cheap according to one of the girls, Slivova being the best variant. That's it man, I will leave the front door unlocked."
… [PoV: Mc before reincarnation]
Bag full of booze in hand and wireless earbuds on, one teen was walking to his friend house. He was listen to one of the most romantic songs that he found on the internet. The song ended around minute before he reached the house. Putting phone and the buds in his pocket he continue. Listening to only half a song was something that he hated to do, it just felt wrong.
Walking inside into the hallway he noted how there were voice from multiple rooms so he took a look. The kitchen, where he typically leave the packages mid party, was occupied by couple making out. Being decent human being unlike the majority of his species, at least in his opinion, he left them alone.
Peeking in the living room he noted how many people were in the party. The usual ones were Dilan and Oliver who was on the track team. That mean probably Martin was making out in the kitchen, he can be described as gentle giant but become little hyped when drunk, or at least that's what Dilan told him. The two boys were accomplished by three girls, sitting on a table and playing poker. Inspecting the table showed that Oliver was out of chips, while Dilan was wining by a lot, probably cheating as unusual. It was probably bad idea to teach over competitive person how to cheat subtly.
It took a few his second until Oliver spotted him and from then it was the usual. Questioning look from Oliver, the newly arrived teen rising the bag full of buzz, Oliver nods and the teen back off in the hallway waiting for someone to come and take the booze. A dozen seconds later Dilan came out.
"Thank man, you are savior." Said D as the teen proceed to pass him the bag. After inspecting the content he grinned at his friend.
"Bro, do you want to join in? I know that this isn't your idea for fun but come on. It's graduation, once in a life time." As usual D will try to make him join and as usual he will politely decline, but just as he opened his mouth.
"D, very good idea, we are evenly match now" Someone said behind him. When he turned he saw Martin, but there was different in him. Brighter, more livid, it look like alcohol really do wonders for some people. Just as he was ready to decline again the giant cut him off.
"Man please, just for a few minutes. One of the girls is annoyed and will probably leave in half an hour max. Please man, you know how the ladies are, if one leave the rest will follow. Just thirty minutes, a cup or two and then you are free to go!" The teen rolled his eyes, this too had happened more than once. Its uncanny how precise Martin's social skills are, when he tell you something will happen in thirty minutes it either happen or he make it happen. This had happened so many times in the last year, typically from D offering to lend him a ride to a convention, the teen even included it in his calculation. <Sigh>
"Fine." It will be only half hour.
…
Looking at the clock as the teen exited the toilet he noted that it was a two hour since he arrived.
Initially when he joined the table they began new game. A few round into the game and he was losing, there wasn't any purpose in trying if he will leave in a few, but something catch his eye or more precisely someone.
Curvy girl, average height, brunette ponytail but most importantly of all was her hoodie. Black hoodie with red clouds, the said clouds had white borders which cemented the idea. This was Akatsuki hoodie. The problem with people who wear anime merchandise are that its fifty-fifty between casual fan and fanatic that can scream over an hour about their favorite character and how they deserve better. Taking a lesson out of the Martin's book the teen made a few light remarks about the hoodie. From then they began to talk, from one anime to another, cup after cup, game after game and before they know it, both were drunk.
He excused himself, did his work in the toilet and just as he was going back into the living room he spotted Dilan with girl in each hand going upstairs. Martin and one of the other girls excused themselves earlier in the night and moved to the second floor. Returning to the living room he saw how the fellow fan was gone and Oliver was watching some show about drugs on Nat Geo. Grabbing his cup he saw something under it, it was phone number. This caused the teen to give light smile, it was nice to have a known fellow fan in person or maybe he may try his luck? For the moment he placed the number in his pocket and he turned toward his acquaintance.
"Oli, want to play some Smash?" He asked the Oli who was staring at the tv.
"Sure. The loser drink a shot?" Asked the Oli with melancholy in his voice. While he wasn't into the game as much as Dilan, we wasn't either fully out of it like the teen. He was probably disappointed that he didn't manage to luck out or maybe jealous of Dilan, not everyone can make threesome.
"If you want to nurse a headache tomorrow." The smugness in the teen voice cause Oli to smile. They played and drink, again and again and again. At some point the teen realized something crucial. This was his first time drinking something more than half a cup. Typically he hate the taste, there was something discussing and so he drink just enough to not be the odd one out, but tonight wasn't about the taste. Tonight was about the games, one after another, then the girl he was talking to, how he receive her number and now even more games. He didn't even remember how much he had drank at this point. It didn't took long for his drunk brain to release that being short and skinny as he was, the regret will probably be serious in the morning. Just as he was considered stopping for the night Oli win the match, taking his penalty reward the teen discarded what he was thinking and instead concentrated into the game.
They continue to play until the alcohol ended. After that Oli put the documental about drugs back and so they watched. The teen made himself comfortable on the sofa and in the middle of the show he feel asleep. Not long after Oliver did too. The five love birth were in deep sleep by that point. Night was pretty, stars were shining, all around the city, students were celebrating their graduation. The world was as usual, in this night, due to bad luck or maybe wrong posture, one teen die.
… [The next day, at noon]
Dilan woke up and the hangover was killing him. Looking around the room he slowly pieced what happened the night before. The boys came with some girls. He invited/trick his favorite nerd to the party after seeing how one of the girls may have similar inters as him. Good thing that one anime have fighting games. Knowing from practice what will be the best for him he stayed at the bed, if the girls woke up without him this may be the last threesome he had with them and ohh boy was that something that he wanted to repeat.
He stayed there, waking up and making sure he can remember their names, when there was a scream downstairs. Extremely girly scream full of fear, needless to say this woke up the two girls around him. Looking at each other for a second, they quirky dressed something and go there to check. When they reached the stairs they saw Martin and his lady staring at something from the entrance to the living room. Peeking between them Dilan saw something that he will remember forever.
Upon his sofa was laying his childhood friend. There was vomit, foam and a few other things coming out of his mouth, his face was blue and his eyes were closed. Oli was next to him, placing his hand on different ares of his body while quietly murmuring something, in the silence is was crystal clear but due to his hangover it took Dilan to hear and comprehend what Oli was repeating over and over again.
"There's no pulse. There's no pulse. There's no pulse. There's no pulse." Over and over and over, the same thing was repeated. After a minute or two Martin took Oli to the kitchen and tell him to sit. Dilan's brain was chaos at this point and he can't exactly remember what happen. At some point ambulance and police car came. The paramedics checked a few thing on his friend after which they proceed to put him in a black bag and roughly threw the said bag in the back of their vehicle. The police began to ask around what had happened to each person. Dilan told exactly what happened, how he plea his friend to buy them some alcohol and making it deliberately because there was a girl with similar interests, how they all began to play, how they all had good time.
He isn't sure what the exact world where or how he told them. He was in shock at that point. What he did remember was what the policeman did. He placed a arm on his shoulder and told him.
"Son, look me in the eyes. It not your fault. According to paramedics the cause was mix between alcohol poisoning and unlucky accident that he manage to choke." After which the policeman left him. Once he was left alone his mind began to race.
If only he had brought more booze. If only he had let him go back to his cartoons. If only the girl didn't wore that one hoodie. If … If … If … If … There were so many things. If even one of them was different his friend was going to be alive but now he is death. What is worse, he is the reason that he is death. He was the only one of the three to have his number and the only one to be able to call him. IT WASN'T EVEN FOR THE FUCKING BOOZE, THERE WAS MORE IN HIS FATHER STASH, THEY EVEN USED THE SAME STASH THAT NIGHT, … and now … because of him … he is DeatH.
…
The court procedure was fast. It was ruled as accident, no one was at fault. They even suspected now it maybe was suicide. According to the psychiatrist that was assigned to the case, there were signs he was in heavy depression which is normal for teen who just graduated. The stress of beginning Uni, beginning new chapters of ones life, and general social anxiety that a lot of teen experience constantly due to peer pressure. Dilan know that a lot of this was bullshit. How his friend was fine but he kept his mouth shut, as his father's lawyer instructed him. That way in only a month the whole process was over, Dilan was free man without any criminal activity.
Dilan continue with his. A few years later he was largely over the accident. Big part of that was his psychiatrist. He graduate Uni with the highest grade in his course, found a wife and had kids. They were happy family according to their neighbors. The only permanent mark that the accident left to him was that he never consumed alcohol again, nor he allowed his wife, and he made sure to insist that in his kids. Any alcohol was the most evil thing that ever existed, or so was what their father all but beaten into them.
Oliver, Martin and the girls all go on their own ways. They had their own stories about what happened to them but after the accident the company was never the same.
Martin and his girl had an accident and become a young mother and father. Oliver moved far away and so people forgot about him as the time passed. The two girls that slept with Dilan become a couple at some point.
Finally the curvy girl, for her the live didn't change much. One night she decided to go on a party. Met some nice guy and they were talking for a hour or two. She didn't even remember everything that they talked about, the alcohol had really bad effects on her. When she learned that the guy was death, there wasn't a lot of reaction, like when you learn how a some neighbor that you may or may not see once a week had died. There wasn't shock of seeing the body or the pain of losing someone close to you, so for her the whole thing was nothing more than get drunk, vent a little, go home. Something that like many other, had become something like second nature. Her early thirties was where she met a someguy, hit it off and they had a family.
At the end the teen was nothing more than a memory. Memory that slowly eroded as the people began to think of him less and less. Memory that finally disappeared when Dilan died. Memory that left no impact on the world, what so ever, when Dilan's grandkids began to drink at the age of sixteen.
… [Pov Narator]
The world was full of inconsistency and errors. One such thing was what one consider heroes. The world originally saw super heroes as a fantasy, ideals and actions unachievable by the common man.
Now, Hero become nothing more than government worker. Instead of altruist who helped the ones who needed, it was someone that the official kept on pay, making them glamorous. Money, fame, connection, everything was possible to achieve once someone become a hero. The ugly reality was hidden. How the average hero work for no more than five years before he retire either because he can't handle the stress or due to injury that render his performance less than optimal for work.
There were many types of heroes. The general ones were three plus one.
Fighters, which protect the civilians, keep the common people save, made sure the economy is taking its course in a way the officials wanted or in some cases beat up thugs for their own enjoyment.
Scholars, which helped with supporting the other two group, helping them with equipment, cures for their wounds and whatever one may think of.
Finally, there were the Vigilantes. While the fighters were abetting by the law and comfort the civilians with their presence the Vigilantes were what one can call the true heroes. There were people that patrolled the streets where the government had abounded their citizens, at the places where it was deemed too much of a hassle to help the people, but most importantly of all they made sure their work was permanent. Some called them monster and inhuman for killing criminals for reason none other than them being criminals, how some crimes weren't heavy enough to be punished by death and how there was legal system that have to do the work. Other were grateful of their presence, knowing that the man who was trying to rape their daughter is death, knowing how girls won't disappear from their families, knowing that the monsters now had hunters after them.
Finally there was the heroes that no one wanted to speak about. The fourth group was debatable if they were even heroes. The mercenaries were always present in the human society, but with the rising of quirks the governments all around the world wanted to create a system. One which will make them somewhat connected with the state, instead of pure gun for hire and potential henchmen like the entertainment media had portrayed them. The decision was as simple as complex, KILL ORDER, once the government deem a criminal a monster that is better death than alive, they allow public fund raising which is then placed as a reward for the said criminal's head, simple as that.
That was the world that for some was hell and for others heaven. The world where the Heroes were for the large part are funded and housed by the government. The world where a hero was combination of police man and celebrity. The world where for the most part people continue to lives as normal, there was good, there was bad, but overall at some point you get used to it and so our story begin.
Story of a child, who as result of the apathy, apathy created by the society, wanted nothing more than to have a little fun.
… [Pov Natarot]
This story begin with Monoma Family. Consisting of four members, mother, father and two kids. The parents were working as heroes. It was one of the jobs that a lot of people worked at one point or another, typically after a few years of service they retired and continue to work something else. It was dream to work as a hero, protector of the week. Sadly too many people wanted that, but not many of them were able to cut it. The story here was quite different. Both parent were only active side-kicks but from the few who had over 10 years of experience in the field.
The mother was known as, Lady Assistance, her quirk allowed her to temporary copy other people's quirk, the effect was always weaker but being able to have two of anything is useful for any rescue agency. Her quirk alone was capable of wonders but she also had extensive knowledge about first aid. Many heroes have side job too but she wasn't one of people who are after fame, plus in the public eye she was non-existing, just another face that help when accident happen.
The father was known as, Morpher, his quirk allowed him to shape shift his body, making it possible to augment his strength, close his injuries and make himself durable. While this may not be the flashiest quirk, it was of immense help in the field, he was what many can consider jack of all trade. Many of his co-workers retires after suffering wound of some kind, something like a broken knee can significantly lower your mobility and a few such instances may directly render your useless in direct confrontation with a villain or even worse, a liability to you team. He was seen by this people as someone that had win the gene lottery but weren't quite right.
Quirk that allow so much things come with his own difficulties. For him that was time and knowledge. Changing was slow process taking between minutes and hours depending on how much experience he had in the form he wants to take, even then he will need practice before he can reliably use form in the field. Additionally the knowledge part was very complicated, he had spent year learning about biology, mainly about mammals due to their similarities with human but his long years of studying were showing results. He looked like someone in his early 20s while in practice he was well into his 30s.
Additionally, due to the ability to manipulate his own body and his profession as a hero he was obsessed with martial arts. He had spent years studding them and honing his skills, he even had his own dojo where he teach multiple fighting styles, which also act as his second job. He was what the society labeled mid-level hero, someone who can without a problem patrol the street, help in rescue and generally well balanced hero without any specialization, but useless when someone with big power level appear.
This two heroes lived in the head quarter of their guild. While not big topic of public discussion, at some point heroes begin to worry about their safety at home or if villain will attack them. Due to that almost all guild have housing in the same building or in the area around it. The said building were usually reinforced so the heroes and civilians can be at piece that they won't collapse at the first sight of villain.
They had two kids which were adored by all people who had known them. Neito and Nagato were maternal twins. Their mother, during the early years of her job, was injured during rescue which made it, extremely hard for the nature to take its course. Lucky for her the science had solution about this particular problem.
The couple were together for more than half a decade. Finally when the time had come they contacted the required doctor and were hoping that the procedure will go smoothly. They were immensely happy when the doctor told them how the IVF was successful. Worried but still joyful when they learned how they will have twins during one of the routine checkups.
Nine months passed, the operation was successful and everything was going fine. There was even a lot of help in the form of numerous young heroines which constantly fussing over the babies. The mother thanks to her quirk was able to easy recover, all she needed to do was contact a friend of her with regeneration type quirk and ask them to borrow it. Thanks to that the mother was in perfect health days after the operation. She took maternity leave so she can take care of her little ones. Her husband continue to work but was taking less hours on a patrol so he can help with whatever he can. After all, due to their years of service and their value, they had sizable portions of saving, the only thing that was regularly expensive were their special hero suits, after all custom work was expensive but worthwhile when it can protect your live.
The younger one, Neito, was a kid that constantly demanded hugs and physical affection, if left alone he will begin to cry until someone come to be with him. The older one, Nagato, was a loud, he was constantly crying, in every single moment that was awake. According to the doctor that was normal and will stop at some point after the third month, the problem was that it didn't, even after the fourth, so they took him to special doctor.
The quirks had a huge impact on the medical industry, some even say that they even ruined the whole industry and after that it had to be build a new. Due to that the process of someone being able to appoint hour with user of healer quirk is something very hard to do. They are typically reserved for cases when it's absolutely necessary, such as post operation recovery when the patient is at its weakest point.
The usual routine was that one must go to a normal doctor, after that to specialist, after that to X-Ray or something similar that will show what is wrong, and only after it's confirm that the only solution is a healer, they will be able to appoint date. It may vary from days to weeks depending on the wound. Luckily for Monoma family as a heroes they had some connections or rather their boss had.
Their boss was what people say true professional. She worked as head over her hero agency for more than a decade. Due to that she had many connection, one of which was Recovery Girl. Their boss told them how Recovery Girl will help them, for sure. After all the old people like babies.
…
The couple were waiting anxiously while both toddlers were sleeping in their baby cart. Currently they were in the hall of some medical facility. The last half hour was spending doing test after test on Nagato, and the frown that grew on both Recovery Girl and the local neurologist with each passing test. Needless to say that only make the young parents more anxious.
They were able to hear how the doctors were arguing in the other room. Minutes passed and finally the door opened. The Neurologist, give them sing to enter and they did so. Once the door was closed behind them the two doctor took a position in front of them. The neurologist began with the explanation, while pointing at different images of Nagato's brain.
"According to the scant there isn't any problem, currently, but there is something unusual. Typically when the brain grow its on different stages, each one take time. It's slow and delicate process. The anomaly with Nagato is his rapid grow. The most likely explanation is that his quirk is mutant type, something that include increased mental capacity. At the moment, if things stay unchanged, around the age of four when the majority of the brain is formed, the symptoms will begin to decline." He looked at Recovery Girl and she continue.
"Theoretically, I can use my power to speed up the process, which will in turn make him stop cry but this may have unforeseen side effects. The brain in general is the most sensitive organ of the human body, one mistake can cripple everything. The best I, we as specialist can recommend is to carefully monitor him, the symptom will begin to slowly decline as he grow." She turned to toward the neurologist and he continue.
"While the said process took place at all around his brain but there are two areas where it is particular higher than the rest. They are the, medulla and hippocampus. Medulla is responsible for involuntary action such as fight or flight instinct, while the hippocampus is responsible for learning and long term memory. Finally, what happen to Nagato is something that we see for first time. While there were similar cases when with enchanted mental capacity, they are its typical something that happen only after awakening quirk for majority of the cases that include changes to the brain. Last decade new mutations constantly appear so we can't be sure. The most common thing that we know about is as result of minor mutation rather than quirk, but then it typically only make the process better rather than faster. The best I can recommend, as a person who specialist in neurology is that you have to make sure he have a lot of chance to learn. Some parent don't allow their children to experiment and/or do thing on their own and as result the kids lose precious time when their brain is developing unable to acquire knowledge. Make sure he constantly have something to do and let him experiment."
The parent were stunned. They were worried how their kid may have something wrong with him and what Doctor said shocked them. Their child may already have awoken his quirk. What was the worse was how helpless they were, unable to do anything. The melancholy filled the room until recovery girl broke the silence.
"As a doctor I will recommend that we check the other twin too. It's possible that he may have something similar." Hearing the words of the elder heroine filled the hearts of the parents with dread. They immediately accepter, this time it took significantly less time for the result to come. The neurologist give them the news.
"Congratulations. It look like you have pair of geniuses. Neito's front cerebrum, the area responsible for problem solving, concentration and planning is showing unusual growth. Unlike his twin, Neito's one will take place over long period of time, slowly making him better. It will be good for his grow to give him a puzzles, math problems and let him formulate long term plans as he grow."
…
Days turned in weeks, months into seasons and before anyone realize years had passed. After the initial checkup they make scans each two months but after the sixth visit the doctor noted how its save to say that there won't be any negative effects for Neito. Nagato's case was followed as he grew. The routine checkup were made once six months, but stopped when he turned four and the doctor told them how the process begin to slow down so its save to say that there won't be any negatives for him.
The years showed how the kids were very different from each other.
Nagato was energetic kid that always finds something to do. Leave him with the other kid and not long after they will begin to play heroes or ninjas, the second one being mix of tag plus hide and seek. Leave him alone and he will begin to stack toys to build tower, paint something, carefully inspect some items for every single detail, on a few cases he even dismantled toys he had with whatever he had at hand.
Neito was more quite, he spend a lot of time with puzzles or watching tv but every time his big brother started something, he was right behind him.
One day, little after their fourth birthday, Nagato came to his parent after diner and asked to learn how to write and read. Seeing how his big brother will begin something new, Neito asked to join too and so they began to learn. The parents were really surprised how fast Nagato was getting the things, he was devouring the material and in a month he was able to write and read, not very proficiently but still impressive for four year old.
Neito was somewhat behind, he was feeling somehow down but that changed when his quirk awoken, just like his mother he was able to copy other people's quirks. Initially he was sad how he didn't have quirk on his own and was able to only imitate other. Nagato began to loudly tell him how this isn't true and how Neito have the best quirk of all them all, the ability to have whatever he wants. After a few addition on his mother Neito begin to proudly present his quirk to anyone, whatever they ask or not.
One very notable fact about Nagato was how he had huge imagination, he was dismiss heroes left and right as copycats. All might was copy of Super Man that wear his pants the right way, Endeavour was try hard Human Torch, more than once they needed to tell him how it's not polite to call others copycats in public and more than once he answered but its true! He even had multiple of the said heroes drawn, together with costume designs and even little stories of how they saved the day.
Truly he had big imagination, more than once they checked to make sure it isn't his quirk. After all the information had quite a details but in the end it wasn't his quirk or at least not what they initially thought. There were already heroes with clairvoyance quirks but in the end none of the thing he had pained or written were real, not now or in the pass. The parent were almost sure that they already know what their kid's quirk is, Super Human Creativity, the ability to be able to create thing. They can already imagine him as a scientist that create gadgets for the heroes.
This way, continue the life of Monoma. Happy family of four. At least for quite some time
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One day Nagato woke up. He decided to use the bathroom and on the way there he say the calendar. Its only 10 days until his fifth birthday. There will be presents there and one of the favorite things that Nagato can do is to open boxes. You can never be sure what's inside until you open it so it can be anything. Cookies, lollipops, any other kind of sweets, needles, coins, it can be anything.
Just as he was about to enter the bathroom he stopped in front of the door. It was mirror door, a door with mirror on both sides. He began to inspect his face, there was something fascinating about his face, each time he see, its like there was something he forgot. It was very annoying feeling because it felt like almost everything was whole but just one more piece was needed. Like looking at one of the Neito's puzzles but just one piece in the center was missing. Determine to fix this sense of wrong today, Nagato began to carefully inspect his face.
He began to frown in the mirror and begin to carefully inspect himself. First was his height. He wasn't one of the tall kids, more like the average ones, but even then, the lower end. Second was his hair, he had black hair that was looking a lot like Robin, the eternal sidekick. His skin was the same color as his brother. His face were was like Genos, looking permanently angry. It was thing that he didn't understand because he was almost always happy, as long as there was something to do. The fact that he have black sclera especially was something that just felt wrong, more so than anything else. He continue to inspect his face but there really was nothing else that was notable, he didn't have piercing like Genos.
Focusing on the black in his eyes and very carefully inspected every single bit of it. While doing so something snapped inside him and he finally realized why his whole life there was something wrong with everything around him. Why the majority of the heroes look like rip offs. Why he feel wrongness. Everything make sense now.
All things he knew. The costumes, ideas, heroes, villain, stories, morals, motivation, everything. There were there his whole life. Including memories of other people, other faces, and other places. This was the day when everything click. The day when everything begin to make perfect sense. The day when he realize, that this isn't his first life. How his old world didn't have things like super powers but the people were able to create all kind of stories to inspire each other. How one night he was going to help a friend and then something happen and now he is here.
The normal reaction was probably to grieve for his old world, to grieve for his old friends and for his old family, but why? He can't do anything, he wasn't even a hero yet.
It's jst like when you drop your ice cream and you can't do anything about it, beside continue with the day and after a few days there will be new ice cream. Why get sad when before there was only boredom, over and over again. Here it's interesting, there are tons of unique people. Who know, maybe he will finally achieve his dream to become professional assassin or maybe he will become a hero?
In any case here is wayyyyy better than before, he don't know what his live will be, but as long as it's interesting, it will be fine. When the time to die comes, he will die, he will feel sad that he will have to leave his family but that's how it is. Now he know that there are other worlds, which mean probably reincarnation is real and that's how he found himself here or maybe some higher being took likening to him. In any case, the majority of the reincarnation stories in his past live made the main character die one way or another so he probably did to. It look like death isn't something to be feared, it's only the beginning of your next adventure.
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Chapter 1
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Maybe, just maybe, I am insane. I mean what's the chance of actually being reborn in another world, maybe I am in a hospital right now. Hallucinating, meaning that nothing is real but on other hand does it really matter if it's real. Similar to how you have fun with a fiction, imagination, something that never was, it isn't, and never will be real but you still have fun. Does it really matter if whatever is happening is something that multiple people experience or only you experience it? After all, the world is personal experience, similar to how story have a main character from whose perspective we experience the world. What's important is to have fun, but then fun is something that require balance. Balance between hope and despair, between happiness and sadness, between life and death.
That was what I was thinking at one point in time, for just a brief moment, but then realize something even more important. Philosophy and perspective of the world don't matter as much as we think. For, the present moment is far more important than the past we can't change or the future that may not come. Using that new found conviction I began my second life, or rather continue with it. This time I will focus more on the present.
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Days here were very calm which was fine. We woke up, had a breakfast, the whole family. My father was tall while my mother was at average height, at least to the average human. There were tons of unusual people in this world, for example the other day we saw a lady with hair made of purple tentacles or a man that was very thin and very tall or what I can only describe as a family of dwarfs, each of them with beard and ripping muscles. My family was looking plane if you compare us to such unusual and somewhat downward bizarre people.
Mother's name is Charlotte Monoma, her family was from France but they moved here while she was baby. I don't have Grandparents from her line of the family. According to mom they were working in the embassy when in the area there was fight, one of the villains had fire quirk and he light the whole building on fire. Before I snap I asked her to teach me French, she agree initially but after a few sessions we saw that unlike Japanese it's very hard, so she told that we will try again in future. Probably when I finish Elementary School if I still want to learn it. The story of how they met with father was classic romance, they saw each other and she knew that he is the one, from then they spend time together and once they spend enough time together they decided to have us. Ohh, she also told me how she forbid me to date before I graduate high school. Me and Neito spend the majority of our time with her, either at the park or at home. Mother was hero, very strange occupation and was planning to continue when her little babies begin Elementary.
Father's name is Akihiro (Bright Scholar) Monoma. Monoma family was relatively new family. Granma and Grandpa were scientists. They, like the majority of the scientist, were focusing on quirk. They were currently in America with other people for some grand project. Father was working as hero but that was only the tip of the iceberg. He is the most intelligent person I know, mainly about biology. He spend time with us but not as much as mom. Probably because he had side job as Dojo owner, I regularly go there to watch springs. It's nothing even remotely similar to before.
Neito was my brother but he was acting more like a minion. He follow me everywhere, copy whatever I do. It's little creepy sometime but none the less we are brothers so we do a lot of things together. Mainly I grouped up all the kids whatever we are, using the my I am far superior than you attitude, and then explained the rules of whatever game we were going to play. Racing around the playground a few times, the loser will be it. No one knew what it was before the first game finish, but the majority of the time it was the person who will search for others in hide and seek.
Finishing the breakfast dad left for work and mom took us outside to play. It was nice, especially the thrill of competition. Once mom decided it's enough she takes us back home, we have lunch and then we learn. You may think that learning is something that I hate by in fact I like it, something that I am surprise about considering how I hated school was time around but I have theory why.
First time I was in the public school system, where the teacher have to keep relative average on the material so all kids have ok grades. Meaning that in the majority of time you spend there was, either wasted because your class if full of idiots while you ace the material or you have no idea what is going on in class so you learn by yourself at home. Currently mom only teach me and Neito and even then at different hours, I was already able to read and write, somewhat. Something that I found very strange is how I remember things pretty good here. While I was learning German as my second language it was by close to impossible, so much that I barely based the exams after days spend learning while here I memories everything pretty easy.
The afternoon and evening is spend differently depending on the day. Sometime me and lil bro go there to watch, sometime we watch hero fights on TubeTube or I grind my charisma stat. Being kid sadly doesn't mean I can automatically success on charisma-check, every time I want to go around hero agency I have to actually work for it. The best part of that, every heroine side kick adore me, I already train them. Whatever I am around you either give me candy or I pester you about your quirk. Father say that I am definitely their grandkid.
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Today was my birthday. The party was awesome but more importantly there were a lot of presents. Exclusive premium edition All Might figure, clay figures to color, black t-shirt with big yellow SMASH on it and a few others things.
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I was walking in circles around my room. The party finished, and it was only a few minutes after the last guess left but there was something that greatly troubled me. The fact that I may be the thing I despite the most, horde of useless junk. Normally in my book its ok to be hoarder, who collect every single thing and leave it just in case he may need it but there is one line which show that it's too much. Looking at my personal library of fan art, all of which I had created with varying level of success, or maybe that just nice way to tell how there was nothing or quality here. No wonder someone gifted me pencils. Looking around the room I was sharing with my twin was pretty spacious, there was two whole desks in each corner. The walls were painted in yellow. The problem is how mine is full of useless junk that I have no heart to throw away because it literary represent lifetime worth of ides that may or may not help me. Mhhhhhh
<Knock> <Knock>
"Come in."
The door opened, father entered and closed it behind him. He was looking somewhat gloomy. Walking toward my bet he sat on it and pated the spot next to him. Curious what was that about, I followed the command. Looking him strait in the eyes, this help every single time when someone decide to be silence and don't know what to do. They either begin to talk or they flinch which show that they aren't ready to talk.
"Son, how much do you know about my quirk?" Asked my father. What silly question was that? I know everything important!
"Some form of shape shifting. It allow you, to change the internal or external structure of your body. Very versatile quirk that can do many things. Change you appearance, useful when you want to blend with the crowd. Close injuries which either will heal them or allow you to ignore them until doctor arrive. Theoretically can be used to make all senses sharper but this may create problems. Other things but you aren't here to talk about them?" There were a lot of uses but this was the main one. How it can be use it to acquire ton of sub-powers.
Silence followed for a few second he continue.
"That's right son … but … I am pretty sure that I haven't told or show you some of them. Anyway, you are their grandkid after all. You know what my quirk do but do you know how it do it?" Now here that was very good question which stopped me in my tracks. I mean, there are tons of ways. From core in the center of the body that act as brain and control anything and re arranged the fibers in the muscles to consuming biomass which is then used to make changes. Shaking my head, dad continue.
"I spend the majority of my childhood without knowing my quirk, at that time there were a lot people like me. Some quirks require components, ones that naturally are either none existing inside the human or in not big enough quantity for the power to be activated. That are only some of them, the majority require mental trigger, button that you push to achieve the effects. Like how the majority of the people with quirks that make them giants turn into giants. Typically this isn't process that can be done on different body parts, you are either giant or not. Some train and learn to control their size, learn the precise way to push the button so they can choose between being ten meter giant or twenty meter one. Do you follow me son?" Of course I do, this is interesting. Nod, nod, nod!
"Here comes the important part so pay attention. I initially discovered how to use my power by accident. Some things happened and I ended up learning meditation. The art of cleaning one's mind. Later I learned how my parent make me do it due to unconfirmed theory, one that to this day is still unconfirmed. Quirk in general require extreme mental focus, button that you push to activate it. Large part or people learn to use it as they age but something like that you can't be achieve without constant effort or specific training. It took me months to reach the point when I was able to clear my mind and then I felt my quirk for first time. Instant was all it took, I was aware of my body in a way that was indescribable. There were so many details that I blacked out and the instructor that was showing me how to meditate told me how I collapsed mid-session. The important part was that I had already experienced that once. From then it was practice, slowly but surely becoming more proficient with achieving the state of mind required from quirk, then learning to use it." Father gaze become unfocused for a moment, but a few second later he continue.
"Anyway, son the idea is that it may be good idea for you to learn meditation as well. Quirk are dangerous, no matter the type, there is always way it can backfire and harm the user. That's one of the main things that you must remember. There are always both price and a limit to any quirk. I was putting it off until you turned six for a reason. Your brother Neito have your mother's quirk, which she helped him master but mine is little different. Promise me that you won't use it without my super vision if it's anything like mine." There was look of determination in his face, some certainly that showed how he had already make up his mind.
"I promise." I answered him, making sure my determination was visible in on my face, while I had my fingers crossed behind my back. After all, what's the fun in having super powers if you don't abuse them? Maybe not in the beginning while I learn how to use them but at some point.
"Let's begin then. First you will need to take comfortable positions, believe it or not this is of vital importance, a lot of swindler show specific ways to begin but the most important thing is to be comfortable, anything goes as long as it doesn't interferes with your breathing. From then you have to empty your mind, this is typically done by not focusing on anything and just letting your mind wonder. A few things that may help you are …" It took around half an hour for father to finish his explanation. There were a lot of things that he repeated more than once but this was important. If I have quirk like him this mean I will be able to modify my body in whatever way I want. My flesh will be the medium and I will be the artist.
Once the explanation was over dad told me try it. I laid on my back, close my eyes and give my best shot at it. This was how I will unlock my super special power, if not then I will go Batman routine. Creating tools, building connections in the community, there is always a way, you just have to find it. A lifetime ago, letting my mind wander in the nothingness was second nature.
Laying on my bed with closed eyes, my breath fell in pattern. After that I concentrated on something insignificant, slowly thinking less of the thing and more of nothingness, letting my focus nowhere. The last thing I remember was thinking that maybe it will be good idea use my heart as something to both regulate by breathing and concentration. I give it a try with my all but the next time I opened my eyes it was seven in the morning.
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Two months passed and the meditation showed no visible effect. I still haven't master the force, unlocked my aura, use chakra or whatever. My person super power was still nowhere to be seen and that sucks. Once things that kept my good mood was that I have only one joint in my pinkie. While this doesn't mean I have one hundred percent chance of having quirk, with two parent and a twin that have, nothing short of miracle will make it impossible for me to not have one. I probably just haven't found the right way to activate it yet but it is there, I am sure of it. In fact I was so sure, that I fucked up my sleep schedule with all the mediation that I did, stupid child's body and it constantly falling asleep.
Wakening up in the middle of the night had become something like a habit for me. It's resolved by going to the toilet, a gulp of water and returning to my warm, warm bed. So I begin to proceed with the usual routine, get up, quietly move, open and close the door, train my sneak skills, when I saw from the hallway that the kitchen was lit up. Coming close revealed that mom and dad were quietly shooting at each other but it was impossible to hear the right words so as the self-proclaimed ninja, it was my duty to eardrop.
"… care. Two year, you tell me that you were sleeping with that whore for more than two years." His mother was agitated, this was the first time he had heard her so angry. That one time when he successfully persuaded one of their baby sitters that his parent let them have cookies for dinner and let them stay until eleven and thirty was not even close. She was scolding him for what felt like a hours and then he was grounded. No sweets or television for a week, a whole week, for a simple lie. This was excessive, he was ready to revolt, but then she threaten that a week will become two so he decided it wasn't worth the cause. At least Neito, bless his heart, sometime sneak him cookie or two while that hell lasted. Father's answer had as much venom in her voice as mother.
"Like you are the one to talk. I am not stupid you know, regenerator on a quirk call. One of the rare quirks. Did you have fun with his, endless stamina. I bet you …" Akihiro cut off mid-sentence, there was something that he was about to say. Of course Nagato knew already what was going on but he was unhinged lately, more pure, doing things because he wanted and nothing else. Currently he wanted to know exactly what was going on. Placing his ear at the door, Nagato closed his eyes and concentrated.
A second later, someone opened the door and he fell to the floor. Opening his eyes he saw that both of his parents were unusually pale and were looking strait at him. There weren't telling and thing and that was normal. After all what kid was supposed to know how to produce other kids. Seeing that as a chance, he used the first words that came to his mind, after all what's worse than being grounded again.
"Are you divorcing?" Shit. Both of his parents froze.
Seconds passed in silence, seeing that no one take any action he jumped on his feet and confidently stride toward the disk. Meanwhile his mind was racing. Deception, deception, deception, if you look like you own the place, no one will say you a thing. Gulping a glass of water he exited the kitchen while his parents were still frozen. He used the bathroom and checked again in the kitchen, they were talking again but this time he decide it will be better to just go to sleep. They were adult and he was the kids. They need to deal with their own mess, he have more than enough of that when he grow up.
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They really did divorce.
It was surprising fast process. There wasn't as much drama as he expected. One night our parent told us to sit down, because they need to talk about something important. I and Neito did to and then, they began with the explanation. How, mommy and daddy will live separate, but this isn't their fault. How we will stay with one of them but still be able to see the other on the weekends. How depending on how things go they may go back together.
Other things that were told but I that tune them down at that point. If I hadn't open his mouth they were probably going to be still together, they were going to slowly break apart but at least they were going to spend more time as a family, or they were going to slowly corrupt their family and use us them, the kids as an outlet. Before I only had mother, my father had died while i was in the kindergarten, as result me and mother were close. I still don't feel bad about leaving her, people constantly die and people constantly move on. My first Mom is strong, she dealt with it once she can again but here it was different. This time it was, …
I released that how I was crying. Not the loud cry of brat that haven't receive whatever it want or the painful one when Neito scrape his knee while they play in the park. It was silence cry, one that showed nothing but sadness and fault. When i came to himself mom and dad were hugging me. I felt someone patting my was while mother whispered in my ear.
"It's not your fault Nagato. We have our own problems so we have to deal with them. We do this because it's the best way make sure to keep you both away from them. You will still see both of us so don't worry, everything will be gine." It took me a few minutes collect myself. After that came one very important question, which one of them they will stay with.
Neito immediately picked mom, I won't fault him. She spend more time with us and dad. He spend A LOT of time either studying biology or practicing some martial art, recently there was boom in the people that sing up at the dojo. I was really conflicted but in the end answer was simple.
"I will stay with dad." There was confusion in their face when they heard my answer. I won't fault them, while spending time with Neito was fun I really needed to stay with dad. By the look on their face I knew that they will try to change my mind but I already counter in mind.
"Plus I kind of need to stay with him. My quirk isn't like mom or I was going to be able to use it already. It's either like dad or some kind of combination. Both cases will require dad to constantly supervise me, at least until I can activate it on my own, he promised me" The discussion stopped there and we were told that they will think about it. That night, after we returned to our room and our parent told us to have a nice sleep, Neito placed the mark on something big.
"I hate you Nagato. You are always smarter. Dad pay more attention to you. You always decide what games to play. It's always about you. I am not idiot you know. I am sure that mom and dad are separating because of you." After that he turned and didn't spoke to me again that night, nor did I try to.
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A few weeks passed. It was like bullet was dogged but then the day came. It was decided that Mom and Neito will stay at our department in Yokohama City, while I and dad will move in new apartment. We were moving in Hamamatsu City, it was just under a hour with bullet train so we can still see each at the weekends. There wasn't any cord procedure, I specifically asked for that. Who will know that heroes have second way to resolve legal problems, especially when for some of them PR is their main source of income but in end it didn't came to that. Dad told me how mom and he aren't divorced legal and how if any problems appeared how he know a guy.
It was very confusing process because he had dojo, which wasn't something that you just leave. I talked to him and in the end it wasn't as serious as I trough. The place was rented and he taught there the classes, so no property was lost. Also there were students that had already finished, some of them due to not possessing quirk had a hard time finding a job so a few jumped at the opportunity to teach the beginners. He will continue with the classes but only once a week and only the people that are close to graduation. Of course anyone willing to travel with the train to come at the new place will be welcomed to. In short he will lose some of the people that were middle grade, higher grade will graduate but the new grades, ones that just begin wont experience any problem.
After we moved It was a lot less lively now that two member of the family were gone. Father was fine in beginning but a few weeks in began to come late at night, smelling of alcohol. While before I didn't like how it tasted my initial reaction when I first saw him this time was a lot stronger. There was nausea and a few second later I began to vomit. Dad came to help him but his only made it worse. When I collected myself I told him that he smell of something disgusting and to get away from me. This more or less set his straight, if how he began to come home earlier was any indication.
One gift that I received for us moving in was computer. While before we had one to dad spend a lot of time on it reading articles, plus in my last life I as somewhat of an addict. Not addict in the chemical sense but more like routine, once I began to use computer it slowly began to take more and more of my time. This time I look to keep it at minimum, if there isn't something important like researching quirk or watching battles, for educational purpose only, I am as far away from it as I can.
Here I have super power, one that I may have yet to discover by one none the less. The boredom was something that slowly began to set it, the kids here weren't trained to they did whatever they wanted. Currently it was summer and Dad had a lot of work. Villains become a lot more active during the summer. While the kids were running and playing I decide that it's time to get serious. Once the summer end I will begin elementary school. By that time I will have my quirk.
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It was in the middle of August and there was still no progress. Lately father changed, he looked younger and more energetic, spend more time in dojo or sometime going out but he never smelled of alcohol when he return in the morning after that one accident. The school will begin soon and am honestly not sure what to do about it. The last time I had awful time there, it was mostly useless as the majority of the material can be learned without any help, just read, remember, and comprehend. There are some subjects which I can just skip, for example math but the problems is that I am in Japan. History and Literature are taught differently here, some other subjects too. I won't be able to just graduate instantly, but I can probably skip a few grades. I already decided that I will apply for U.A.
The school is so famous that it have its own yearly festival. National phenomenon, last year there was this guy that can turn into plant. It was transformation, give him vine like limbs, endurance, and a few other things. He was able to breeze through everything and then it came the tournament. The favorite up to that point, the one who the audience saw as the indisputable winner, lost to a water quirk that dried him but that's not why I want there. The hero course is the best in the country according to the media. I don't know if I am going to be hero, using your power only for the good of other sound too banal, but graduating hero school and a top one, will for sure help me, somehow.
Checking the clock I saw that it was six in the afternoon. Father is teaching classes right now which won't finish for another hour at least.
Meditation is something is both boring and exiting at the same time. On one hand to stay still and do nothing is very lame, this is my second change and I don't want to waste it like the first one by doing nothing important. On other hand, my quirk for sure is something related to father, that or unique one and the possibility that I will unlock my power at any moment is something that keep me going for it.
Laying on my back, I close my eyes and concentrated. Chilling with the nothingness and trying my daem hardest to not BE FRUSTRATED THAT IT WAS THREE MONTHS SINCE I BEGAN AND THERE ARE NO RESULT. From then I slowly began to lose focus and between one moment and another it happened.
I lost the majority of my sense and then I saw it for the first time in my live. It was like starring at a night sky and there, in the center of it was one big shining star. I willed inspect it closer the scenery zoomed.
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Before me there was something very strange. In the center of my vision there was orange sun, inside of which was black core. Finally there was red trail beside the sun, it was slowly absorbed in the outer layer. Father instructed me that if I reach this state, then I need to concentrate on each individual thing or sensation and remember as much as possible.
First I concentrated on the black core, it was in the center of everything so it was probably the most important thing. The feeling was like staring at a one way door, thing can come but not leave, enter but not exit. It was like starring at, one of ships in a bottle. You know that somehow things were able to enter but once they become whole you know that they won't be able to leave.
Second thing I inspected was the whole figure itself, the whole thing and its function. It was unique feeling, more like a process than a single function. It reminded me of days that I haven't experience in years and all the same soon I will experience a new. Copying the homework from someone else, or taking idea and then using it for your own project. I certainly remember that, thank you people that upload homework in the group chat, for you had more than once saved the day. Overall it was producing, something, using something else as a base.
Third thing I inspected was one of the outer shell of the sun, the orange part. It felt empty, like staring at a book shelf without books or fridge without food. Something can, no must, be placed there but there was something more. The part where the trail was slowly entering was giving off something else, it was like filling. Adding something to another but still not finished.
Fourth was the red trail, It give the feeling of awareness or comprehensibility. Being able to see and feeling things that you were unable to before. At the same time it felt like it can't do anything on its own.
Fifth was the background, the blackness over which all elements were placed. It felt like clean slate, like staring at a blank page where there was nothing but that was its greatest strength. For when you are nothing, when you don't have anything, you can become anything. The same feeling was there, staring at a list of paper, ready to be filled by what your heart desire.
Seeing that there was nothing more I concentrated again on the sun. This time I command it to produce something, create something. I was startled when the said object returned feeling, both in fact. One of them was different kind of emptiness, like trying to create painting without paint, it was inability due to lack of resources. The other one was time, but not time itself, more like waiting. That it can't be done while it's too early, or that currently there was something else being worked on. In the end the answer can be summered up as, try again later.
I repeated the whole process a few times, focusing especially on how to send request for production, this was probably how the power is activated. Once I was sure that I had all feelings clear in my head I willed to exit, nothing happened so instead I tried to open my eyes. Instant later I was looking at the ceiling in our, no my room. Checking the clock next to his bed showed that I was spend around 10 minutes there.
I took empty note book that I kept next to the clock and began to write and draw. What each feeling was, where it come from, and everything that i was remember. Father told me how it help him to keep the progress in a journal. This tell your brain, "its important, you must remember". Once I finished I tried to meditate again, to access the same feelings, but I wasn't able to keep calm. The excitement of progress was too much, especially one detail. Production, creation, using something else as example. The majority of the quirks are related to the parent so that can mean only one thing. I can produce permanent copy of other people's quirks … or something similar.
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That night was very exciting, dad came after his sessions and I showed him everything and told him everything. He told me to try activate it on him and so I did. This time the answer was little different. The cool down, as I decided to label the feeling of "try again later" was still there but instead of "lack of resources" there was new feeling.
Dad and I spend around an hour speculating about the power before we began to lose steam. Then he offered that we go out to celebrate. I was tempted to offer that we take Mom and Neito too, after all my quirk is somehow related to them but in the I decided it will be better not to. Neito, he is talking to me but he is probably still thinking how it's my fault. In the end we got a pizza.
Maybe, just maybe, I am insane. I mean what's the chance of actually being reborn in another world, maybe I am in a hospital right now. Hallucinating, meaning that nothing is real but on other hand does it really matter if it's real. Similar to how you have fun with a fiction, imagination, something that never was, it isn't, and never will be real but you still have fun. Does it really matter if whatever is happening is something that multiple people experience or only you experience it? After all, the world is personal experience, similar to how story have a main character from whose perspective we experience the world. What's important is to have fun, but then fun is something that require balance. Balance between hope and despair, between happiness and sadness, between life and death.
That was what I was thinking at one point in time, for just a brief moment, but then realize something even more important. Philosophy and perspective of the world don't matter as much as we think. For, the present moment is far more important than the past we can't change or the future that may not come. Using that new found conviction I began my second life, or rather continue with it. This time I will focus more on the present.
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Days here were very calm which was fine. We woke up, had a breakfast, the whole family. My father was tall while my mother was at average height, at least to the average human. There were tons of unusual people in this world, for example the other day we saw a lady with hair made of purple tentacles or a man that was very thin and very tall or what I can only describe as a family of dwarfs, each of them with beard and ripping muscles. My family was looking plane if you compare us to such unusual and somewhat downward bizarre people.
Mother's name is Charlotte Monoma, her family was from France but they moved here while she was baby. I don't have Grandparents from her line of the family. According to mom they were working in the embassy when in the area there was fight, one of the villains had fire quirk and he light the whole building on fire. Before I snap I asked her to teach me French, she agree initially but after a few sessions we saw that unlike Japanese it's very hard, so she told that we will try again in future. Probably when I finish Elementary School if I still want to learn it. The story of how they met with father was classic romance, they saw each other and she knew that he is the one, from then they spend time together and once they spend enough time together they decided to have us. Ohh, she also told me how she forbid me to date before I graduate high school. Me and Neito spend the majority of our time with her, either at the park or at home. Mother was hero, very strange occupation and was planning to continue when her little babies begin Elementary.
Father's name is Akihiro (Bright Scholar) Monoma. Monoma family was relatively new family. Granma and Grandpa were scientists. They, like the majority of the scientist, were focusing on quirk. They were currently in America with other people for some grand project. Father was working as hero but that was only the tip of the iceberg. He is the most intelligent person I know, mainly about biology. He spend time with us but not as much as mom. Probably because he had side job as Dojo owner, I regularly go there to watch springs. It's nothing even remotely similar to before.
Neito was my brother but he was acting more like a minion. He follow me everywhere, copy whatever I do. It's little creepy sometime but none the less we are brothers so we do a lot of things together. Mainly I grouped up all the kids whatever we are, using the my I am far superior than you attitude, and then explained the rules of whatever game we were going to play. Racing around the playground a few times, the loser will be it. No one knew what it was before the first game finish, but the majority of the time it was the person who will search for others in hide and seek.
Finishing the breakfast dad left for work and mom took us outside to play. It was nice, especially the thrill of competition. Once mom decided it's enough she takes us back home, we have lunch and then we learn. You may think that learning is something that I hate by in fact I like it, something that I am surprise about considering how I hated school was time around but I have theory why.
First time I was in the public school system, where the teacher have to keep relative average on the material so all kids have ok grades. Meaning that in the majority of time you spend there was, either wasted because your class if full of idiots while you ace the material or you have no idea what is going on in class so you learn by yourself at home. Currently mom only teach me and Neito and even then at different hours, I was already able to read and write, somewhat. Something that I found very strange is how I remember things pretty good here. While I was learning German as my second language it was by close to impossible, so much that I barely based the exams after days spend learning while here I memories everything pretty easy.
The afternoon and evening is spend differently depending on the day. Sometime me and lil bro go there to watch, sometime we watch hero fights on TubeTube or I grind my charisma stat. Being kid sadly doesn't mean I can automatically success on charisma-check, every time I want to go around hero agency I have to actually work for it. The best part of that, every heroine side kick adore me, I already train them. Whatever I am around you either give me candy or I pester you about your quirk. Father say that I am definitely their grandkid.
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Today was my birthday. The party was awesome but more importantly there were a lot of presents. Exclusive premium edition All Might figure, clay figures to color, black t-shirt with big yellow SMASH on it and a few others things.
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I was walking in circles around my room. The party finished, and it was only a few minutes after the last guess left but there was something that greatly troubled me. The fact that I may be the thing I despite the most, horde of useless junk. Normally in my book its ok to be hoarder, who collect every single thing and leave it just in case he may need it but there is one line which show that it's too much. Looking at my personal library of fan art, all of which I had created with varying level of success, or maybe that just nice way to tell how there was nothing or quality here. No wonder someone gifted me pencils. Looking around the room I was sharing with my twin was pretty spacious, there was two whole desks in each corner. The walls were painted in yellow. The problem is how mine is full of useless junk that I have no heart to throw away because it literary represent lifetime worth of ides that may or may not help me. Mhhhhhh
<Knock> <Knock>
"Come in."
The door opened, father entered and closed it behind him. He was looking somewhat gloomy. Walking toward my bet he sat on it and pated the spot next to him. Curious what was that about, I followed the command. Looking him strait in the eyes, this help every single time when someone decide to be silence and don't know what to do. They either begin to talk or they flinch which show that they aren't ready to talk.
"Son, how much do you know about my quirk?" Asked my father. What silly question was that? I know everything important!
"Some form of shape shifting. It allow you, to change the internal or external structure of your body. Very versatile quirk that can do many things. Change you appearance, useful when you want to blend with the crowd. Close injuries which either will heal them or allow you to ignore them until doctor arrive. Theoretically can be used to make all senses sharper but this may create problems. Other things but you aren't here to talk about them?" There were a lot of uses but this was the main one. How it can be use it to acquire ton of sub-powers.
Silence followed for a few second he continue.
"That's right son … but … I am pretty sure that I haven't told or show you some of them. Anyway, you are their grandkid after all. You know what my quirk do but do you know how it do it?" Now here that was very good question which stopped me in my tracks. I mean, there are tons of ways. From core in the center of the body that act as brain and control anything and re arranged the fibers in the muscles to consuming biomass which is then used to make changes. Shaking my head, dad continue.
"I spend the majority of my childhood without knowing my quirk, at that time there were a lot people like me. Some quirks require components, ones that naturally are either none existing inside the human or in not big enough quantity for the power to be activated. That are only some of them, the majority require mental trigger, button that you push to achieve the effects. Like how the majority of the people with quirks that make them giants turn into giants. Typically this isn't process that can be done on different body parts, you are either giant or not. Some train and learn to control their size, learn the precise way to push the button so they can choose between being ten meter giant or twenty meter one. Do you follow me son?" Of course I do, this is interesting. Nod, nod, nod!
"Here comes the important part so pay attention. I initially discovered how to use my power by accident. Some things happened and I ended up learning meditation. The art of cleaning one's mind. Later I learned how my parent make me do it due to unconfirmed theory, one that to this day is still unconfirmed. Quirk in general require extreme mental focus, button that you push to activate it. Large part or people learn to use it as they age but something like that you can't be achieve without constant effort or specific training. It took me months to reach the point when I was able to clear my mind and then I felt my quirk for first time. Instant was all it took, I was aware of my body in a way that was indescribable. There were so many details that I blacked out and the instructor that was showing me how to meditate told me how I collapsed mid-session. The important part was that I had already experienced that once. From then it was practice, slowly but surely becoming more proficient with achieving the state of mind required from quirk, then learning to use it." Father gaze become unfocused for a moment, but a few second later he continue.
"Anyway, son the idea is that it may be good idea for you to learn meditation as well. Quirk are dangerous, no matter the type, there is always way it can backfire and harm the user. That's one of the main things that you must remember. There are always both price and a limit to any quirk. I was putting it off until you turned six for a reason. Your brother Neito have your mother's quirk, which she helped him master but mine is little different. Promise me that you won't use it without my super vision if it's anything like mine." There was look of determination in his face, some certainly that showed how he had already make up his mind.
"I promise." I answered him, making sure my determination was visible in on my face, while I had my fingers crossed behind my back. After all, what's the fun in having super powers if you don't abuse them? Maybe not in the beginning while I learn how to use them but at some point.
"Let's begin then. First you will need to take comfortable positions, believe it or not this is of vital importance, a lot of swindler show specific ways to begin but the most important thing is to be comfortable, anything goes as long as it doesn't interferes with your breathing. From then you have to empty your mind, this is typically done by not focusing on anything and just letting your mind wonder. A few things that may help you are …" It took around half an hour for father to finish his explanation. There were a lot of things that he repeated more than once but this was important. If I have quirk like him this mean I will be able to modify my body in whatever way I want. My flesh will be the medium and I will be the artist.
Once the explanation was over dad told me try it. I laid on my back, close my eyes and give my best shot at it. This was how I will unlock my super special power, if not then I will go Batman routine. Creating tools, building connections in the community, there is always a way, you just have to find it. A lifetime ago, letting my mind wander in the nothingness was second nature.
Laying on my bed with closed eyes, my breath fell in pattern. After that I concentrated on something insignificant, slowly thinking less of the thing and more of nothingness, letting my focus nowhere. The last thing I remember was thinking that maybe it will be good idea use my heart as something to both regulate by breathing and concentration. I give it a try with my all but the next time I opened my eyes it was seven in the morning.
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Two months passed and the meditation showed no visible effect. I still haven't master the force, unlocked my aura, use chakra or whatever. My person super power was still nowhere to be seen and that sucks. Once things that kept my good mood was that I have only one joint in my pinkie. While this doesn't mean I have one hundred percent chance of having quirk, with two parent and a twin that have, nothing short of miracle will make it impossible for me to not have one. I probably just haven't found the right way to activate it yet but it is there, I am sure of it. In fact I was so sure, that I fucked up my sleep schedule with all the mediation that I did, stupid child's body and it constantly falling asleep.
Wakening up in the middle of the night had become something like a habit for me. It's resolved by going to the toilet, a gulp of water and returning to my warm, warm bed. So I begin to proceed with the usual routine, get up, quietly move, open and close the door, train my sneak skills, when I saw from the hallway that the kitchen was lit up. Coming close revealed that mom and dad were quietly shooting at each other but it was impossible to hear the right words so as the self-proclaimed ninja, it was my duty to eardrop.
"… care. Two year, you tell me that you were sleeping with that whore for more than two years." His mother was agitated, this was the first time he had heard her so angry. That one time when he successfully persuaded one of their baby sitters that his parent let them have cookies for dinner and let them stay until eleven and thirty was not even close. She was scolding him for what felt like a hours and then he was grounded. No sweets or television for a week, a whole week, for a simple lie. This was excessive, he was ready to revolt, but then she threaten that a week will become two so he decided it wasn't worth the cause. At least Neito, bless his heart, sometime sneak him cookie or two while that hell lasted. Father's answer had as much venom in her voice as mother.
"Like you are the one to talk. I am not stupid you know, regenerator on a quirk call. One of the rare quirks. Did you have fun with his, endless stamina. I bet you …" Akihiro cut off mid-sentence, there was something that he was about to say. Of course Nagato knew already what was going on but he was unhinged lately, more pure, doing things because he wanted and nothing else. Currently he wanted to know exactly what was going on. Placing his ear at the door, Nagato closed his eyes and concentrated.
A second later, someone opened the door and he fell to the floor. Opening his eyes he saw that both of his parents were unusually pale and were looking strait at him. There weren't telling and thing and that was normal. After all what kid was supposed to know how to produce other kids. Seeing that as a chance, he used the first words that came to his mind, after all what's worse than being grounded again.
"Are you divorcing?" Shit. Both of his parents froze.
Seconds passed in silence, seeing that no one take any action he jumped on his feet and confidently stride toward the disk. Meanwhile his mind was racing. Deception, deception, deception, if you look like you own the place, no one will say you a thing. Gulping a glass of water he exited the kitchen while his parents were still frozen. He used the bathroom and checked again in the kitchen, they were talking again but this time he decide it will be better to just go to sleep. They were adult and he was the kids. They need to deal with their own mess, he have more than enough of that when he grow up.
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They really did divorce.
It was surprising fast process. There wasn't as much drama as he expected. One night our parent told us to sit down, because they need to talk about something important. I and Neito did to and then, they began with the explanation. How, mommy and daddy will live separate, but this isn't their fault. How we will stay with one of them but still be able to see the other on the weekends. How depending on how things go they may go back together.
Other things that were told but I that tune them down at that point. If I hadn't open his mouth they were probably going to be still together, they were going to slowly break apart but at least they were going to spend more time as a family, or they were going to slowly corrupt their family and use us them, the kids as an outlet. Before I only had mother, my father had died while i was in the kindergarten, as result me and mother were close. I still don't feel bad about leaving her, people constantly die and people constantly move on. My first Mom is strong, she dealt with it once she can again but here it was different. This time it was, …
I released that how I was crying. Not the loud cry of brat that haven't receive whatever it want or the painful one when Neito scrape his knee while they play in the park. It was silence cry, one that showed nothing but sadness and fault. When i came to himself mom and dad were hugging me. I felt someone patting my was while mother whispered in my ear.
"It's not your fault Nagato. We have our own problems so we have to deal with them. We do this because it's the best way make sure to keep you both away from them. You will still see both of us so don't worry, everything will be gine." It took me a few minutes collect myself. After that came one very important question, which one of them they will stay with.
Neito immediately picked mom, I won't fault him. She spend more time with us and dad. He spend A LOT of time either studying biology or practicing some martial art, recently there was boom in the people that sing up at the dojo. I was really conflicted but in the end answer was simple.
"I will stay with dad." There was confusion in their face when they heard my answer. I won't fault them, while spending time with Neito was fun I really needed to stay with dad. By the look on their face I knew that they will try to change my mind but I already counter in mind.
"Plus I kind of need to stay with him. My quirk isn't like mom or I was going to be able to use it already. It's either like dad or some kind of combination. Both cases will require dad to constantly supervise me, at least until I can activate it on my own, he promised me" The discussion stopped there and we were told that they will think about it. That night, after we returned to our room and our parent told us to have a nice sleep, Neito placed the mark on something big.
"I hate you Nagato. You are always smarter. Dad pay more attention to you. You always decide what games to play. It's always about you. I am not idiot you know. I am sure that mom and dad are separating because of you." After that he turned and didn't spoke to me again that night, nor did I try to.
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A few weeks passed. It was like bullet was dogged but then the day came. It was decided that Mom and Neito will stay at our department in Yokohama City, while I and dad will move in new apartment. We were moving in Hamamatsu City, it was just under a hour with bullet train so we can still see each at the weekends. There wasn't any cord procedure, I specifically asked for that. Who will know that heroes have second way to resolve legal problems, especially when for some of them PR is their main source of income but in end it didn't came to that. Dad told me how mom and he aren't divorced legal and how if any problems appeared how he know a guy.
It was very confusing process because he had dojo, which wasn't something that you just leave. I talked to him and in the end it wasn't as serious as I trough. The place was rented and he taught there the classes, so no property was lost. Also there were students that had already finished, some of them due to not possessing quirk had a hard time finding a job so a few jumped at the opportunity to teach the beginners. He will continue with the classes but only once a week and only the people that are close to graduation. Of course anyone willing to travel with the train to come at the new place will be welcomed to. In short he will lose some of the people that were middle grade, higher grade will graduate but the new grades, ones that just begin wont experience any problem.
After we moved It was a lot less lively now that two member of the family were gone. Father was fine in beginning but a few weeks in began to come late at night, smelling of alcohol. While before I didn't like how it tasted my initial reaction when I first saw him this time was a lot stronger. There was nausea and a few second later I began to vomit. Dad came to help him but his only made it worse. When I collected myself I told him that he smell of something disgusting and to get away from me. This more or less set his straight, if how he began to come home earlier was any indication.
One gift that I received for us moving in was computer. While before we had one to dad spend a lot of time on it reading articles, plus in my last life I as somewhat of an addict. Not addict in the chemical sense but more like routine, once I began to use computer it slowly began to take more and more of my time. This time I look to keep it at minimum, if there isn't something important like researching quirk or watching battles, for educational purpose only, I am as far away from it as I can.
Here I have super power, one that I may have yet to discover by one none the less. The boredom was something that slowly began to set it, the kids here weren't trained to they did whatever they wanted. Currently it was summer and Dad had a lot of work. Villains become a lot more active during the summer. While the kids were running and playing I decide that it's time to get serious. Once the summer end I will begin elementary school. By that time I will have my quirk.
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It was in the middle of August and there was still no progress. Lately father changed, he looked younger and more energetic, spend more time in dojo or sometime going out but he never smelled of alcohol when he return in the morning after that one accident. The school will begin soon and am honestly not sure what to do about it. The last time I had awful time there, it was mostly useless as the majority of the material can be learned without any help, just read, remember, and comprehend. There are some subjects which I can just skip, for example math but the problems is that I am in Japan. History and Literature are taught differently here, some other subjects too. I won't be able to just graduate instantly, but I can probably skip a few grades. I already decided that I will apply for U.A.
The school is so famous that it have its own yearly festival. National phenomenon, last year there was this guy that can turn into plant. It was transformation, give him vine like limbs, endurance, and a few other things. He was able to breeze through everything and then it came the tournament. The favorite up to that point, the one who the audience saw as the indisputable winner, lost to a water quirk that dried him but that's not why I want there. The hero course is the best in the country according to the media. I don't know if I am going to be hero, using your power only for the good of other sound too banal, but graduating hero school and a top one, will for sure help me, somehow.
Checking the clock I saw that it was six in the afternoon. Father is teaching classes right now which won't finish for another hour at least.
Meditation is something is both boring and exiting at the same time. On one hand to stay still and do nothing is very lame, this is my second change and I don't want to waste it like the first one by doing nothing important. On other hand, my quirk for sure is something related to father, that or unique one and the possibility that I will unlock my power at any moment is something that keep me going for it.
Laying on my back, I close my eyes and concentrated. Chilling with the nothingness and trying my daem hardest to not BE FRUSTRATED THAT IT WAS THREE MONTHS SINCE I BEGAN AND THERE ARE NO RESULT. From then I slowly began to lose focus and between one moment and another it happened.
I lost the majority of my sense and then I saw it for the first time in my live. It was like starring at a night sky and there, in the center of it was one big shining star. I willed inspect it closer the scenery zoomed.
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Before me there was something very strange. In the center of my vision there was orange sun, inside of which was black core. Finally there was red trail beside the sun, it was slowly absorbed in the outer layer. Father instructed me that if I reach this state, then I need to concentrate on each individual thing or sensation and remember as much as possible.
First I concentrated on the black core, it was in the center of everything so it was probably the most important thing. The feeling was like staring at a one way door, thing can come but not leave, enter but not exit. It was like starring at, one of ships in a bottle. You know that somehow things were able to enter but once they become whole you know that they won't be able to leave.
Second thing I inspected was the whole figure itself, the whole thing and its function. It was unique feeling, more like a process than a single function. It reminded me of days that I haven't experience in years and all the same soon I will experience a new. Copying the homework from someone else, or taking idea and then using it for your own project. I certainly remember that, thank you people that upload homework in the group chat, for you had more than once saved the day. Overall it was producing, something, using something else as a base.
Third thing I inspected was one of the outer shell of the sun, the orange part. It felt empty, like staring at a book shelf without books or fridge without food. Something can, no must, be placed there but there was something more. The part where the trail was slowly entering was giving off something else, it was like filling. Adding something to another but still not finished.
Fourth was the red trail, It give the feeling of awareness or comprehensibility. Being able to see and feeling things that you were unable to before. At the same time it felt like it can't do anything on its own.
Fifth was the background, the blackness over which all elements were placed. It felt like clean slate, like staring at a blank page where there was nothing but that was its greatest strength. For when you are nothing, when you don't have anything, you can become anything. The same feeling was there, staring at a list of paper, ready to be filled by what your heart desire.
Seeing that there was nothing more I concentrated again on the sun. This time I command it to produce something, create something. I was startled when the said object returned feeling, both in fact. One of them was different kind of emptiness, like trying to create painting without paint, it was inability due to lack of resources. The other one was time, but not time itself, more like waiting. That it can't be done while it's too early, or that currently there was something else being worked on. In the end the answer can be summered up as, try again later.
I repeated the whole process a few times, focusing especially on how to send request for production, this was probably how the power is activated. Once I was sure that I had all feelings clear in my head I willed to exit, nothing happened so instead I tried to open my eyes. Instant later I was looking at the ceiling in our, no my room. Checking the clock next to his bed showed that I was spend around 10 minutes there.
I took empty note book that I kept next to the clock and began to write and draw. What each feeling was, where it come from, and everything that i was remember. Father told me how it help him to keep the progress in a journal. This tell your brain, "its important, you must remember". Once I finished I tried to meditate again, to access the same feelings, but I wasn't able to keep calm. The excitement of progress was too much, especially one detail. Production, creation, using something else as example. The majority of the quirks are related to the parent so that can mean only one thing. I can produce permanent copy of other people's quirks … or something similar.
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That night was very exciting, dad came after his sessions and I showed him everything and told him everything. He told me to try activate it on him and so I did. This time the answer was little different. The cool down, as I decided to label the feeling of "try again later" was still there but instead of "lack of resources" there was new feeling.
Dad and I spend around an hour speculating about the power before we began to lose steam. Then he offered that we go out to celebrate. I was tempted to offer that we take Mom and Neito too, after all my quirk is somehow related to them but in the I decided it will be better not to. Neito, he is talking to me but he is probably still thinking how it's my fault. In the end we got a pizza.