Chapter 1
I live in a world of superpowers! People who can fly, shoot lasers, walk through walls, and topple buildings with their bear hands. With these great abilities there are those who wield them for the betterment of mankind those being the heroes, but a world of heroes needs villains. That's where my story begins.'
My name is Kenta Genji, son of the infamous Koishi Genji an elite level supervillain who excels at defeating heroes. His quirk is Foresight with it he can see up to 12 seconds in the future that pared with his years of martial arts training and mediation allows him to predict and counter attacks before they happen. The interesting part of my prestigious supervillain family is that none of my father's children inherited his quirk. My older brother Keita's quirk is none as Blade. This gives him an offensive and defensive advantage over his foes. My younger sister Kagami has a quirk called overshadow. This allows her to take control of a person's body for up to 5 minutes, it's very useful for a supervillain. And the amazing ability I got was nothing. That's right my 4th birthday rolled around and I was left without a power, and I was heartbroken. For the early part of my life I had looked up to my father, he was intelligent, Noble, and proud of his name. I knew he did bad things but I could tell he took pride in what he did, and he was very good at it being how wealthy my family is. I looked up to my father because of his pride, and that same pride caused him to shun his worthless disappointment of a son. After it was revealed that I was without a power I was confined to my room never to show my face, less I bring shame upon my proud family name. That was the case for two long years of solitude with the occasional meal to keep me alive, but finally a few days after my sixth birthday my father opened the door with a ticket to my new life.
'I was taken down a dark hallway into a room that contained a large pod filled with liquid, and a hunched over man with a lab coat. "Is it ready professor?" My father asked of the man who replied "Oh yes! Are you prepared to witness history ehehehehe!" I had never heard a more un intimidating laugh, but none the less I was frightened. "Dad, what is this? I'm scared." I received no answer as I was guided towards the pod, and placed inside with a breathing mask strapped to my face. What I saw next was the professor hooking up what appeared to be a canister of black and purple smoke up to the pod, and then hitting a switch. Needles shot into my body at many different places and began pumping me with a strange fluid. The pain was intense as my muscles began to contract and change, I wanted to scream but I couldn't because of the mask. Looking out into the lab I saw the professor celebrating to himself while my dad was talking to a man I'd never seen before a man with a hand over his face. After what seemed like hours the pain had finally stopped and the needles retracted from my body. The fluid then began draining from the tank. I didn't know what this feeling was but I knew it was good, I felt like I could do anything and knew my father would be proud of me. I saw him begin to walk towards me, but the man with the hand covered face put his arm out then looked over to the professor who nodded. I felt a vacuum like force in the pod as the began to thin, and it was becoming hard to breathe. I was panicking searching for a way out, I began to pound the glass with my fists to no avail. I made cracks with my new found strength but i wouldn't have enough time to break my way through. I was terrified I wanted out, I wanted to live, I wanted to be somewhere else. I began to concentrate on that with all my mind, and the next thing I knew I was breathing. I was on my hands and knees outside the chamber. I looked up to saw the man clapping slowly while looking down at me "perfect" is what he said looking at me.