Chap 1

This is what the third? Fourth? Seventh? This is getting really old, really quickly. I can hear, everything in the distance as if far away but the feeling is kinda common after darkness. The knowledge of my previous adventures, swinging, flying, crying, loving, every emotion is something I've felt many, many times.

I don't know how, or why but I only hope this life is the last one, I want to dissipate into nothingness and rest. The pressure on my body stops and I get a soft push on my back and I begin breathing, this time I hope I don't have to deal with ninjas, I hated that lifetime it was too easy to get overpowered yet there was also a lot of death.

But out of reflex and hormones in my once again youthful body, I begin to cry just because I don't want to suffer. Until the calming heartbeat of what I can tell is my mother enveloped me, I calm down and begin to slowly fall asleep welcoming the embrace of darkness and dreams. 'Yeah, maybe I can have a chill life here. Maybe I can take a rest from all the fighting; the last life did take a toll on me, fighting a maniacal mastermind that wanted to kill the king of the spirits. Before that the one of ninjas, I hated that life with even during my time living there, on the bright side I was happy for a long, long time.

I also remember one of the good ones winging through New York like a spider, that is by far my favorite one, good thing I retained the ability of remembering. My second favorite is the one where I flew through the universe enveloped in the green light of willpower.

But it doesn't matter now, right now that is something I have to give up, forget, I call to my spirit, for the sword that could use the sun as the biggest power I could have, I will my sword... maybe I can invoke it or try but it doesn't work. Don't know if it will work eventually, but I can take it easy for a few years, yes, that should be fun. I think that this time I can check if something has been written, or maybe write my own story of a previous lifetime. I yawned. 'All this thinking makes me tired, a nap sounds good. Even though I miss my Bell, I hope she lives happy after what we had.'

After 4 years of learning to stay on my feet, and worst of all learning to read Japanese and write Japanese since I never really bother learning Japanese since that other time it was a really formal almost feudal Japanese and the other one well... I was a really bad student in Japanese class but learned the rural one, the other lives… well it was always English, those other times it was only that language. Freaking Japanese, I wanted to pull my, for the first time, white hair out, after attempting to read a children's book, I was better than most but if an adult takes remotely a year to learn it. It took me two to learn it and those were the basics. I do know how to speak formally but that is like speaking like I came from the fifteenth century I know English from head to toe, but I think people in the north of japan in the rural areas speak like I remember. And I claimed my hate for the new Kanji. FUCK YOU KANJI and your different ways it can be interpreted. I mean, in previous lives I learned Japanese, but this is the future, and JAPAN had the great idea to update their language after CENTURIES of not updating their language. That threw me off so bad.

But I digress; I learned that once again, life wasn't going to throw a bone towards me, it actually liked to smack me with that bone for years before literally throwing it to my face me. Sometimes the beatings life gave me, and they lasted for decades, last time, life even killed me and I reached the level of an Arrancar, I do remember that the shortest one was for fifteen years and taught me how life really worked you killed or be killed, no one will be kind to you and take everything with a grain of salt.

"Come on brat, let's go! I will get in trouble with HIM." My mom said as she took my hand and pulled harshly. I don't speak much but I always proved my intelligence above everyone, and this time is no different. But I keep it under wraps until I'm certain don't want to make the mistake as when I was a ninja, I need a way to get out of her reach because she is dangerous.

"I'm sorry, but he deserved it, he said my clothes look cheap. He also bothers other kids and I can't let him get away with that." I replied to my mother, which made her stop and she pulled me to an alley she looks serious as a thin line forms on her lips. From the clothes she wears and her work hours as well as what she does as a paying job is that she's a dame of the street. In other words a prostitute, which meant that her getting pregnant with me blocked her income and its hard to get by different ways other than this, I could do something but it would pull attention, unwanted attention towards me.

"Listen to me." She knelt and grabbed me by the shoulders hard, which made me flinch in pain; I tried to fight out of reflex which earned me my back getting slammed into the wall behind me.

"Look at me." I turned to her without hesitation. "You are not a hero; bullies do what they do to the weak. Heroes are useless to society, they're the scum of the earth, and worst of all they only care for themselves. Your useless father's one, and guess where he is now? Nowhere to be seen-"

"But heroes are what kee-" My interruption earned a slap to the face.

"You don't dare interrupt me! I am older and bigger, you're worth nothing, and to me you're an investment. Not my daughter, not anything, you only get, ME extra money for rent and food." She said as she slapped me again. 'Okay ouch, that's something you don't tell a child.'

"Don't glare at me or cry, because I will punch you." She said with a raised fist. 'I only need another year for my body to be able to do something productive, age 5 upwards is when I can make exercise for muscle and strength.'

"Of course mo-" I replied in a cold tone but stopped mid-sentence as she raised her fist and lowered back down she turned around and I kept my head low, making sure I keep the pain ignored. I felt something warn me about something coming my way, but it's not a pang in the head more like before or a feeling inside my body, its as if the wind is telling me to dodge.

I move my head back and her fist went by my head, in outrage she this time she punched me hard in the cheek. That did hurt quite a lot sending me to the ground. 'Huh, I have some kind of power, or as they call it here Quirks.'

I received quite a beating when we got home, home being the red light district Shinjuku, we live above a bar that HE owns, it reeks horribly but it's not that popular meaning only a few visit the bar. I had to skip school for a few days to recover, mother or harpy as like to call her now, is smart-ish. Making sure I didn't have bruises and that I didn't rat her out for abuse. After all, how can you get anyone to believe you when there is no evidence?

"Hey Fuu, why didn't you come to school?" I heard beside me a girl with pink hair, pink skin and black eyes.

"It's nothing, I was sick, but I'm better, thank you for asking." I replied almost instantly, and returned to pay attention to the class.

"Now class, what is five plus six." The reply of everyone made me groan in boredom, without realizing.

"Is something the matter Fuu?" The teacher, Mai-Sensei asked me.

"Its so easy, can I just take the exam and be exempt or moved a grade?" I asked as formally as I could.

"Oh, if you're so smart, why don't I test you?" She said in a smirk.

"Sure." I replied and what followed was a minute of making simple multiplications and divisions, followed by divisions and multiplications of multiple digits. I didn't got anything wrong. I got to do it again with her making sure I didn't have a calculator or a quirk that helped me with math.

"Class, I will be back in a few minutes, stay quiet, if I hear noise you will not go to recess. So work on your multiplication sheet. Fuu-San follow me." Everyone stayed as silent as a tomb, as I walked forward.

We walked to the principal's office; I stood on the door as Mai-sensei talked with the principal. I could hear the word genius thrown around. After all, the entire curriculum made by the schools never changed, I never struggled. I was smart in any and all lifetimes.

"Fuu can you come in?" I walked in and what followed were a series of questions that covered lessons up to sixth grade which is their limit.

"It seems you know a lot." The principal said in a thinking tone as he rubbed his chin, he has a quirk that makes his face look like a rock kinda like solid grey rock.

"I do, I like learning but everything here is too easy." From there we scheduled exams to cover for each grade. Only thing I had to study about was history, or hero history, but worst of all. I had my mother come from work. Which is never a good sign.

"Hello Principal, what did she do this time?" She glared at me, I couldn't help but shrink. 'God damn it, I have fought gods of creation, mad titans, beasts made out of energy, even crossed swords with soul eating monsters, even the best of the best swordsmen and swordswomen. Fought emperors of the sea. Yet I cower in fear from this woman.'

"She actually didn't do anything, we determined that she is special."

"Pff, every kid is special, or-"

"She's actually better than special. We are not sure how smart she is, but she is really smart, absurdly smart. She knows things that shouldn't be covered until someone is eighteen years old, heck even someone who is about to graduate as an engineer."

"Oh so she's smart, what does that mean?" She asked but her intentions I can tell something bad was about to happen.

"It means that she can graduate early, early as in she could be entering college in a few years, or preparatory school." The principal explained.

"And what can we do for that to happen?" She asked.

"Well, if you allow it of course, we can make it happen for the next few weeks she can take a few exams a week eventually to fill out her record." He explained as he didn't so subtly looked at her breasts.

"That can be arranged, so does that mean she won't come to school?"

"Well I was thinking that maybe she could come here, study while a teacher explains any doubt she has."

"I will make sure she does that." She said as a chill ran down my spine. I was allowed to leave early that day, and only got a punch to stomach for taking her out of work. 'How much I hate her!' That brought anger in me.

"So, I heard some bitches say that your brat is smart." I heard HIM talk about me as if I was meat, but to him maybe that's what I am, what all those girls are to him.

"She is." Harpy said with a happy tone on her voice and a smile.

"Make sure she does well, but what does that make me?" He turns to me, he noticed that I'm hiding in the corner and peeping on them "What can I get? What DO I get from her being smart? You know that life here doesn't keep girls safe, smart girls don't last long." I felt fear crawl up through my back. 'What kind of world am I in?'

"Well do whatever you want to her, I can sell her easy as that, only if you pay me. As long as you pay for her, its's yours." Harpy said, but it shocked me. 'She sold me, no, she's selling me. I never did that to my children, I remember a black haired baby girl, a platinum blonde haired girl that could run as fast as the speed of sound along her father, her father and me Avengers, and I remember that love that I gave each and every one of my other children.

"I'll think about it, huh girl? What can you do for me?" He turned towards me his eyes glowing.

"I can fight!" I claimed as I stepped into the room.

"Huh, you know how to fight? Please you barely dodge my slaps." He held a finger towards Harpy which made her back down.

"Do you know how to fight?"

"Yes... I remember things... I think it's another quirk." I replied with a meek tone, which made Harpy laugh loudly.

"Puh lease, you're not worth it and I don't get a second quirk." She said but as she laughed she got punched in the face by HIM to shut her up. She landed in a thud in the floor, I almost smiled at HIM but reeled it in.

"Kid, when can you start fighting?"

"Two years, give me two years to graduate school and I will be a fighter." HE turned to Harpy and smirked as she got up.

"Very well, I'll make sure she's well off. You take care of her and don't get late to work." With that he left I returned to my room and closed the door, I began to read about the local heroes and recent history. Eventually I got hungry and did a massive mistake, I went to the kitchen, I was about to cook rice but it's kinda hard after all I'm not tall. Hours went by, but for some reason I felt dread on me and that dread didn't let me sleep. I walked out of the room to get to the bathroom. But the door opened at the same time as I was walking back from the bathroom. She looked at me, and her eyes didn't looked all that sane.

"You little bitch!" Her voice sounded in the apartment, I bolted to get my plan B which is a small metal pipe that I found the other day, but Harpy made her way towards me faster, one thing I never asked is about her quirk. Things began to get torn apart as wind pressure began to move things and those things, chairs, tables, books were getting shredded. 'This reminds me of his wind blades.' I raised my left arm to cover me as I tried to run.

I tried to get away but I felt a cut in my left arm its pretty deep, I can see the bone as blood began to drip down my arm which made me stop since this body is not used to pain as an adult. "Ahh!" I felt as if it was being torn from the multiple cuts apearing in my body mainly my arm. My eyes widened. 'Not this time. Please!'

This time I ran toward somewhere to hide, but I know I had to get someway or something to fight with or I'm dead. Her eyes glossy, she's under something, some kind of drug. I need to find whatever way to fight her; I will get killed if I don't fight now. I tried to run again to the bathroom to get something to be able to fight back. But she grabbed my bleeding arm which made me scream.

"So you know how the world works? Huh? You're so smart!" She said as she punched me again.

"Please mom! Please!" I pleaded as tears ran down my face; while it bruised my face was becoming numb.

"I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER!" She lifted me higher my arm screaming in pain. I took my chance and threw wind at her face but it did nothing but small cut in her cheek, which in turn made her angrier.

"My face!" She screamed and threw me to a wall as she grabbed her face and I was able to draw blood. I scrammed trying to not fight but get away maybe a hero can save me. I turned to her as she unleashed something as she screamed; her hands made an outwards motion and furniture began to get shredded. The leg of a chair landed near me while I covered my face with my arms I lifted my left arm to cover my face I felt a lot of cuts running down as the wind settled I can see her panting her knees on the floor. I grabbed the leg of the chair with my left hand as a way to fight her.

"Oh so you have a weapon now!" She lifted her head and smiled maniacally, I have no other option I have to knock her out or I'm dead but my body is in so much pain all the cuts.

But I ignored her, I ran at her as fast as my legs can carry me, and wound up my left arm to hit her head, but she raised her head, she did the same motion she lifted her arm in a chopping motion, at me, the wind told me to dodge, and I did dodge, but not exactly, what followed is one of the worst ways I lost that limb. I could see it in slow motion as a vertical arc cut everything in its path. I moved sideways but I was not fast enough. That limb had been blown up from energy usage, bombs, and accidents, shot off by a gun. It was never cut when I was awake.

The Windows shattered as the wind blade cut through my four year old arm; the limb flew from my shoulder.
I felt adrenaline and pain run through me. I saw the chair leg still held in my hand, in slow motion I grabbed the table leg from my closed hand and threw it at her focusing on the wind to make it go faster. It collided with where face which made her hit the wall behind her and fall unconscious.

As she fell I unconscious couldn't hold it any longer and screamed at the top of my lungs, the pain became too much. 'I have to survive, I always survive!' I limped to the exit, my blood staining my entire left side; I fell to the floor as I reached the door and kept going. 'No one will notice that I almost died, I have to get to the street!'

I kept going, crawling down the stairs, it took me minutes but I reached the street level and crawled, my right arm pulling me forward. "Help!" I screamed as I crawled, it's really late or early depending on your point of view.

I felt numb as I crawled, and exited the alley. "Help!" I screamed again, but no one came. I kept going. 'I will not die! PLEASE SOMEONE!' I kept crawling slowly yelling. I kept pulled myself through the street, my legs no longer responding. "Help! I don't want to die!" I shouted as loud as I could.

I took another one to pull myself but a black shoe a kinda familiar one.

"Help me, Please!" I pleaded as tears ran down my cheeks.

"Don't worry kid you're safe now. This will hurt but you have to stay awake. I am sorry but I have to do this for you to survive." That's the last thing I heard before another wave of pain, burning pain ran through me and darkness overtook me completely.

I woke up on a comfortable bed rather than a regular and cheap couch cushion. Remember when I said that life enjoys beating me up with that bone until it decides to throw it towards me? Things like that happen. I opened my eyes to see HIM standing in the doorway. I got up, feeling the need to run. But to my dismay a nurse took notice of me trying to get up and rushed at me. "Hey, don't get up! You will hurt yourself." She said as she pushed me downwards.

"Sorry." I said and reflexively turned my head and braced for impact ready for the smack which never came.

"Why did you turn your head?" She asked in confusion.

"She usually punched me, after saying sorry." That is why I kinda avoid female adults I don't trust them.

"I am sorry she did that to you." HE said with a sorry tone in his voice. I don't believe it.

"She was always crazy and angry. But I can still fight, don't worry." He looked ashamed but I was not buying his sorry look.

"Where is she?"

"She escaped, your mo-" HE said as he sat down.

"Harpy! That Harpy!" I screamed in frustration.

"She escaped no trace of her, nowhere."

"She should be dead!" I spat out.

"Come on brat take it easy, you need rest. At least the government is paying for healthcare." HE said and I calmed down.

"True." I replied and fell back on the bed aside absorbing the comfort of a bed, sleeping in a bed cushion for four years is well... not the best to say the least. I fell asleep, listing my priorities.

I received a few visits from different people, the girl with pink hair, Mai-Sensei, the principal, as well as other classmates, even that kid with sharp teeth who I never spoke with. But I knew they won't remember the little girl who lost her arm after a few years, but as fate would have it I need a notebook that was filled with notes on his armors, specifically the bleeding edge one and the arc reactor which was supposed to begin construction in a year if it wants to be ready for next uses.

It took six months in order for me to graduate from middle school, covering up to when I was 15. I only presented exams almost every week and went to physical therapy regaining my abilities. I also planned for my future, I needed money to create the arc reactors and for me to create the reactor I need to learn from science to physics in this world, each one is different, in some there is energy in the air, energy inside everyone that runs like a system, other it was a part of the population with power inside of them like an origin, others you had to train them to get them. I began recalling the lessons of Natasha and Clint, the techniques made by Batman to combine fighting styles, the training I had in Oa, how to use magic by a Wizard Saint, the lessons by The Red Haired Emperor, the spars I had with Zoro and how we learned from the best swordsman, how the first God of Ninjas and the first fire shadow trained me, and lastly how my lovely Bell and I sparred.

I recalled every war, every fight, and every event where I pushed myself to my limits and beyond, it summed up to 486 years' worth of fighting. Each life I went to war, I lost people I care about, I gained friends, I loved, I grieved, I learned the art of war. I learned that life is bleak, a flash and above all its valuable. No life is worth staining it with death.

The visits from government agents stopped after the first year of THE INCIDENT, they only asked questions, I got worried that she was hunting me, I would've gone mad if I didn't have my fair share of cases like this stalkers, I had a bounty but I made that bounty for people to run on sight.

I was now training in the apartment, HE gave me, I never asked his name, I know what to do, I do get some money for him to survive but I keep my alimentation with the least I can spend, I need a few things to get my metallic arm, I spend the mornings and early evening in the library learning of the technology here. Cars can fly; you can make jetpacks as if they're the simplest of things.

I need the badassium for my arm and my side project, I remember Strange, he and I were good friends, he was a sorcery genius and I learned 2 things from him how to make a shield the shape the palm of your hand and the portals but I had a power he didn't, I didn't need the ring.

And after almost a year of trying I finally did it. I discovered the secret for the portals and the shields as well as expanded on them as I can make them solid enough to stand on them much like Zatara could. I also learned that as well as my mother, heroes are useless in society, yes they stop villains but here the "Heroes" are just glorified police, more like a private army for the citizens glorified enough to become celebrities.

I grew resentful of those 'Heroes' none of them saved me. None of them cared, none of them are viable I remember a life where a kid had more balls and was more heroic than any of these Heroes even those at the top. I am now eight years old I have enough money saved from the two years of making economic but nutritious choices. I hired two people that have strength quirks and gave them a job create a Collider for me to use, it took them three days of work and they built it in a small place I kept secret from HIM and everyone it took some time but having tech skills no kid should know and intelligence to back it up made it easier.

I paid them off and I made the Badassium and finally my arm, made out of pure titanium as base, I had a hard time paying a lot of people for fake IDs and fake support forms. I had the arm and with my knowledge I made the arm to interface with me and the three miniature reactors, which with technology ignoring a lot of laws I can have a good interface in my arm as it works like a limb with no backlash or feedback. I moved my arm opening and closing my hand, bending my elbow. and moving my shoulder in small circles with little pain.

'Works.' I removed it and place the arm hiding it. 'Step one complete.' I took the phone and dialed the only number. "I'm ready."

"Good, get to this address and be quick." I know if I make him late I will regret it. Eventually I reached the place a rundown warehouse a lot of people are here most of them adults that have tattoos and in suits. 'Yakusa.' Others look shady. 'Drug dealers.' and lastly people that are buff enough to lift three times their weight standing behind them. 'Fighters.' And finally, HIM representing the last illegal market 'Prostitution.'

"Good, you're here. I waited four years, brat, show me." He pushed me forward I received a few laughs but I smirked I know how to fight, I've been fighting for over three hundred years. One stepped forward with a guy that is shirt and buff stepping in front of him.

"I challenge you. Five grand, American, of course." The bald man with tattoos said towards him. People were murmuring of an easy win.

"I accept." Out of his long almost fur coat he pulled a stack of bills in a rubber band and showed them around. He turned to me and raised a brow, his eyes covered by his glasses.
"What are you waiting for?" He said and the fight began, I ran towards him breathing evenly through my nose the man smirked as his skin turned to scales. 'Huh, like a certain dragon slayer.' I kept running he punched towards me I dodged and stepped in his guard punching upwards using his leg as foothold going for his chin with my leg. He took a few steps back in confusion, he seems dazed. I focused on his position and kicked forward while opening a portal without the motions on the hands. He received a kick to the back of the head knocking him out before he could get himself to recover.

Everyone was in complete silence until everyone began to shout in excitement I received from knocking him out. "Next one." I said surprising everyone. A lanky guy stepped forward with a smirk on his face.

"Double or nothing." The bald man said, I turned towards HIM who only nodded. "Fine." HE replied I nodded and dodged a fist that outstretched towards me. 'Oh sweetie, you have the power my captain and the second king of the pirates had. I always trained with him.'

I dodged and ran in between both arms as I saw the smirk on the man grow as his arms returned to him. I opened a portal behind me and in behind him I jumped and as he turned around he got a punch to the face, followed by his own arms smacking him and keeping themselves tangled I side stepped as he fell through the portal he glared at me as his head looked oddly out of place I jumped and kicked his face. He groaned in pain and I followed by stepping in his face repeatedly, I heard his nose break, a tooth fell out and eventually he got knocked out. 'And most of the times I won.'

I smiled after not receiving a single punch in the entire match, my hands are bleeding from the punches I delivered, but it's a really familiar pain. Almost comforting.

Everyone began to cheer loudly; I moved the portal away from his head and closed it making sure he didn't get hurt. I felt a hand touch my left shoulder I grabbed the hand and bent it hearing a crack. I heard the man scream in pain I sighed in relief as I realized it wasn't him. But looking at HIM he seems pleased by it.

"Never touch me; I don't like people touching me." I said in a loud enough voice.

"Damn, man, she's strong, she will be a fine fighter, when she grows up she'll be a menace. Not even pro heroes will compare to her."

We arrived to the apartment, which is now bare of a living room. I have my room, my study, my kitchen and a library where her room used to be. I enjoyed breaking that bed with my quirk and a good blaster shot. "I like what you did to the place." He complimented.

"Thank you." I replied as I made my way to the kitchen to make tea.

"What do you want for dinner sir? I have meat do you want fillet and pasta?" I asked as I pulled out everything I would need.

"If you insist. But I want to know how you did the portal. Your quirk is wind, after all." I poured the tea, since its cheap to buy and there are good selections, and I began to cook while I satisfied his curiosity. It doesn't matter at all if he knows or not.

"I learned from the sorcerer supreme in my second life, a skill I've kept through my lifetimes. But it's not always accessible; some universes are blocked from magic." He hummed in surprise.

"So you have lived for thousands of years?"

"Nah, I think around three hundred." Lie. "... I stopped counting after the fourth one."

"Were you ever happy? Were you always a fighter?"

"Yes, I was happy every single time, I have died from diseases, killed brutally, sacrificed myself for the rest, but most of them I have died of old age, because of my skills I kept them, I kept learning because I have survived long enough to die of old age and protect the people I loved. I noticed that no matter the money, resources, I know that the reason to live and there are only two." I replied as I began pouring sauce and everything into both plates.

"Which are those two?" He asked in curiosity.

"Love and Vengeance."

"Love? Really?"

"Yes, believe it or not, the times of true happiness is when I was loved by someone unconditionally. I've married men, women, and even had children. They grew and I got old but I was happy even though it was a world filled with nothing but war and death. I'm also a swordswoman, give me one and I'll prove it to you."

"Maybe one day, revenge I get it, but wait. So you've lived a long time. Aren't you tired?" I sighed.

"Yes... I'm tired of remembering I only want to forget my lives, forget my suffering and start anew, people are lucky. This CURSE lets me remember everything I've done." I placed his food and tea. "But I've learned to enjoy the small things, I won and I've loved, I enjoy small pleasures." I dug in enjoying the food in my mouth.

"Damn, this is good. How can you cook this good you're a kid."

"I've lived enough to learn recipes, to practice them and eventually master them, I know a lot of food and I bake them to perfection."

"Oh really?"

"Perks of living for over four hundred years." I said as I returned to my meal and to not speak another word during the entire time.

"This was good." He said as he placed a bundle of cash on the table. "Here's your cut fifty."

"I though your cut was of forty."

"It was, but you've leeched off of me for... since you were born, anyway, I have to keep up appearances, so here you go, I'll get half of what you get until you pay for everything I've done for you."

"Fine, I accept." I replied not really caring, I am actually comfortable for the first time in decades he nodded and left, his cane making a clack at every step he made. I sighed as I prepared myself. I won't have to fight until a few nights from now. So perfect time for this, I hate heroes, but Vigilantes on the other hand, they're awesome they don't care about law.

That's why I'm using my metal arm MK I. Wearing only black and a mask to cover my face, a hood to hide my hair and a face mask to cover my eyes. I jumped from one roof using my quirk I slowed my descent and began to free run, I arrive to an alley in the district where a woman is crying as a man pushes her down.

'First client. Why is it always a woman getting raped?' I thought in annoyance as I remember the first time I stepped in to save someone. I jumped and opened a portal bellow me and aside from the guys face. I ended up drop kicking him in the face and sending him straight into the trash.

"Easy... well he was caught off guard." I said as I look at the woman who is crying her eyes wide open. "Get out of here." I say as I jump towards the wall and using my quirk gain more and more altitude using it and my magical circles. I kept running through the night and saved a few.

Until I feel my quirk not working, I land out of reflex in a roll and turn around to see a man that looks like a hobo with party goggles. "You know the party for hobos is right down the alley?" I said as I took a step back and ready my stance.

"It's illegal to use your quirk, and more so if you're committing acts of vigilantism."

"Ohh, sweetie, you think you can take me?" I take a stance placing my right arm in front and the left back taking a page from Guy the strongest man on that earth. He rushed at me. I just chuckled and ran towards him with both arms behind my back I opened a portal in front of me and above him. I run and try to slam him with my arm but miss the strike and strike the floor making cracks in the concrete.

I block the kick that follows from him. 'He's good but he's new to this.' I block a kick to my side and the punch to my head, as his knee gets close I duck and punch the inner part of his leg making him grunt and step back.

"Alright, no more going easy on you."

"Oh were you not serious?" I taunt as he runs towards me, I weave and dodge around his punches. 'I have a list of people on this guy's skill, hell I let my guard down and he can get me.' I got distracted in my thoughts and received a kick to my gut.

"Alright kid, give up." He said as he kept his stance.

"Yeah, no, you got a hit in. Huh... Alright time to get serious." I summon wind around me and run at him, but my wind stops working, not caring I summon my shields of Raggador and keep going. What followed was a one sided massacre from my part, using my knowledge to knock him around until I pull a batman and he is dangling in the air using his own weapon as a rope that is around his arm and ankle.

"You are four hundred years too young to even try and get me. Today you got lucky See you later." I say as I let him go, he yelled and grunted as he landed in the dumpster. I sigh as I walk into the apartment and drop down on the couch. 'Psh, pro heroes my ass. They're worthless.'

So... Hi, this is a fic idea I've had for a while, so here you go. I will try and update, I have a few chapters of this. So yeah, enjoy. I also have another idea. Well you will see.