[Standard Fanfiction]
[My Hero Academia]
[Alternate Journey of Heroism]
[HETAC Arc]
[Chapter 1: "Kyle Trebor: Origin"]
Pre-Story Author's Notes:
Ok, so I was unhappy with the quality of the first two or three chapters, so I decided to start from scratch. Anyone who has been following this story or awaiting a new chapter, sorry for the long wait, I kind of forgot about it. So, without any further ado, enjoy the first, but technically third, new and improved chapter.
Kyle Trebor: Origin
11 Years Ago...
It was an... ordinary spring day at Quarson Oaks Elementary School. Being in the youngest class of students, the Kindergarteners were the first on schedule every day for lunch and then... the absolute highlight for any gradei schooler. Recess. Where kids' imaginations raced with unstoppable spirit, where they talked and mingled with each other about the usual, where they hopped, climbed, ran, chased, played and tagged around the turf and asphalt. Shirts caught onto the static cling of the colorful tubes of plastic that slid to the turf, shoes clomped on the asphalt, limbs climbed a wall with protrusions and holes, and brows drenched in sweat. But something, a day one child, and many others who were awaiting that special something, was yearning for, came.
The supervising teachers for the day brought out some gym and playground equipment for the day, as it was Wednesday, a day many looked forward to for that fact alone. Once the equipment was loaded out, Kindergarteners swarmed the bins and boxes that contained their favorite play toys. One boy, a 4-and-a-quarter year old, with brown hair and glossy hazel eyes, black shorts and a pale sky-blue shirt with a white line encircling the middle area, cresting into a V-Shape at the middle of the forefront of his shirt and white stripes diminishing in both width and spacing as they trailed up both arms. This boy had a simple wristwatch clamped to his right arm. This boy's name is Kyle Trebor. His friends usher the boy over to one of the bins, waving with bright smiles as they signal through the small crowd bustling around them. Kyle is a bit hesitant, but he goes along with it and pushes through some of the other kids to his awaiting friends.
Kyle and his friends decide upon picking out one of the colorful, patched up, air filled playground balls to assist in our game. It was a game Kyle and his friends had formulated a few weeks ago, and they had been playing it nonstop every day at recess since. After choosing a red ball with a patch job, they situated themselves at a secluded spot on the playground and begin playing. The game and recess time flew by, as it usually did, but then something unexpected happened. As he was distracted, he didn't notice one of his friends had fumbled his grip and accidentally thrown the ball straight his way, and now it would collide with his head, or face, since he quickly turned back around to the disgruntled noise his friend made as the ball hurled towards him in an arc. Though he didn't see anything on his parallel view, except for the passing shadow of a circular object coming his way.
"Kyle, watch out!" one of his friends warned as they pointed to the air. Kyle didn't have enough time to process what was going on before the ball was already over him. He looked up and reeled back in shock at what had happened in just a few moments as the ball was just a few inches from his face. But then, it's motion was halted in an instant. Kyle's slightly shocked eyes glistened with a blue, transparent, glowing essence that trailed off his eyes and disappeared like flames and embers. Kyle was confused, thinking one of his friends caught the ball, not realizing the existence of the mystical energy emanating from his cornea. He backed up but noticed the shocked look on his friends' faces. They were all staring at the ball, but also glancing towards him every so often. "Hey, what's-" he said before cutting himself off, realizing the ball was just floating there in the air, completely isolated a few feet of the ground, though visibly shaking as if it was being vibrated. Kyle then realized he felt a twinge in the back of his mind in that moment, like a small ounce of exertion and a subtle stinging sensation that bothered him, though he wasn't giving it much though at the moment. "Wait, how's this floating?" he questioned both himself and his friends, who seemed to just look at him some more, both with shock and awe, but also a hint of jealously coming from among a few of them, not that a Kindergartener could tell beyond what they audibly and visually expressed.
Kyle reached his hand out to interact with the ball, and just then one of his friends called out, "Kyle! You're so lucky! I think that-" before being cut off as the ball suddenly burst forward in the opposite direction that Kyle was facing, grazing past one of his friends and slamming into the metal grated fence behind, a loud, hollow rattling accompanying it. It was so sudden that it took them all by surprise, except Kyle, who was too busy clenching at his head as he let out a loud "Ah, ow! OW!" as his brain seemed to rattle and seethe in pain against his skull, pounding at his head. He clenches his head in a fit of pain.
That is me. Well, that was me, when I was a lot younger of course. And that was when my very own superpower manifested for the first time.
The first reported incident was in Xing Xing City, when an extraordinary event occurred, where in a child was born that radiated light. Soon after, reports of people gaining superpowers popped up all across the world, and nobody knew why this was happening. Soon, the supernatural became the ordinary, dreams became achievable, and these phenomena were dubbed "Quirks". The world became a totally superhuman society, where 80% of everyone on Earth possessed some strange power. As the world descended into chaos as people abused their quirks for greed and selfishness, a new profession dominated our minds. Heroes. Those who used their powers to protect humanity from the substantial increase in criminal activity after the emergence of Quirks. With governments and powers across the world stuck trying to figure out how to improve laws with quirks in mind, heroes helped those in need. With the public's overwhelming help and support, heroes gained an official place in society regulated by the government. Those who did the best were paid the most and received all of the fame and glory, and their careers all relied on their ability to stay in the spotlight and be well liked.
Somewhere in Dayton, Ohio...
The school bell rings loudly throughout the school building, alerting the kids who lie in wait inside that the burden of their wait to the end of the day was now over. Soon after the bell rings, kids pour out of classrooms, some keeping to themselves and others talking to their friends about Thanksgiving Break, high school, quirks, heroes, other classmates, all intermingling among themselves as a plethora of topics swirled throughout their collective consciousness of the kid's minds in the school. Some looked like ordinary kids, while others had differing appearances based on their quirks.
I watched plainly from a bench before we left with my friends, chatting, like practically every other kid was, staring at the busses. I was spacing out, and I couldn't help but block out their conversation, as my back was turned to them. I still hadn't told them yet. The application. A small voice twinged in the back of my mind, in the form of my friend's voice, but I pushed it away, ignoring it, as I continued staring off into space. Then, there was another, and I took notice to it this time. A small, lethargic muffled slog of my friend once again rung out, "Heyyyy, Kyle?". "Kyle?", a more agitated voice spoke.
A hand abruptly shook me out of my trance as the same voice practically yelled into my ear, "Kyle?!" I jolted and turned around to my friend, Carter, whose quirk was that in which it gave him the abilities, traits, features, and adaptations of a stegosaurus. "Huh? Um, uh... what?", I asked confusedly. "Are you ok? You've been acting strange all day today," my other friend, Danny, asked worriedly. "Yeah, I... uh, I'm fine," I reassured them. They both raised their eyebrows, or lack thereof in Carter's case, at Kyle, and then looked at each other with worried faces, before looking back at him. Then, I noticed. One of my other friends was missing. Eliza.
"Hey, so, uh... where'd Eliza go?" I asked obliviously to my two friends, now ready to get on the bus soon, adjusting the straps of my camo backpack. "Oh. She left a few minutes ago to get on the bus," Carter answered. "Anyways, I was trying to ask you what you were going to do over Thanksgiving Break. It's coming soon," he continued on nonchalantly. The thought of my high school application suddenly struck hard through my head once more, the urge to tell them even greater than before. U.A.
"The busses will be dismissed in five minutes," the dean informs dully through the loudspeaker outside the school. "Well?", they press on with curiosity. "Well, I don't know. I'm still recovering from the burns and lacerations I got a while back, though thanks to that hero's patch job, it's pretty much healed completely," I reluctantly gave in, almost shuddering at the last sentence, looking down at the white, drained blotches of skin around my body. "I don't really know. I mean, it's Thanksgiving, what much else could you do over Thanksgiving Break other than spend time with my family and eat turkey. Though, I've actually been thinking I'll help out some kids that have trouble with their quirks, I mean, you remember how much trouble mine was when I was little, though only if I'm not accepted for the training cour-" I rambled, cutting myself off when I realized what I'd just said.
'Crap, why did I say that?' I mused in thought, wanting to punch myself. "Wait, training course? Whatever the heck is that? What, are you training in martial arts or something?", Danny pestered at the mental break that just opened for a few seconds in Kyle's words. "Um... er... I, uh... it, uh... it's nothing! Yeah, yeah, it's nothing! I just fumbled my words that's all!" I cheerfully said as I tried to cover up my words. "Yeah, no. You definitely said something about a training course. You even cut yourself off. Why do you suddenly seem so embarrassed?" Carter counters, noting the bright red spilling across his face. I remained silent for a moment, looking down and rubbing the back of my head. "Come on. I'm not going until you spill," he pestered. 'Man, Carter, one thing I really don't like about you is that you never seem to let up about things,' I murmured in my head, ready to just give in and say it. "Carter, don't pressure him. If he doesn't want to say, that's his choice. Let's go, I think it's only like a couple minutes till the busses take off," Danny said, backing me up. "Aw, but come on, you can't tell me you aren't at least a little curious?" Carter replied back. 'Dodged a bullet there...' I sighed internally. But then, I felt as if I owed it to tell them. They were my friends after all. As they were preparing to leave our table, and the school, for the last time, I blurted out, "Wait."
They both looked at me in confusion as Danny zipped up his bag without looking. I breathed in deeply, and said it as blatantly as I could, then and there. "Ok, don't look at me like I'm crazy, but I... uh, kinda applied for a foreign exchange program to sign up for U.A for high school... at their hero course...," I uttered slowly with a begrudging tone, feeling it was a little too much to just flatten all this information on my friends like this. Their mouths hung agape like a basking shark, doing the exact thing I just told them not to do.
"You... what?!", they both exclaimed wildly in perplexity, making me squint. I was never normally this timid and antisocial, I was always light-hearted and always was very talkative to others. But just the topic of anything to do with U.A made his mind, voice and legs feel like jelly. "That school has like... a less than 1% acceptance rate!", Carter blurted out. "And it's all the way in Japan! That's over 5,000 miles away from here! Besides, random people like us don't just waltz up to a hero school, no less U.A, and just become heroes.", Danny exclaimed potently, that last statement stinging into me. "I know, I know. But... ever since then, since the fire, I've had a new outlook on things, and I want to become a hero, helping others and saving the day, and I feel like the best way to get to that goal and become stronger along the path to accomplishment would be to go to where the very best of the best are trained. I want to save others and give hope and light to this world, what U.A does every day. I mean, I have a powerful quirk if I can get a good handle on it and have excellent grades, so... well... I feel like it's the best way to go with this. I really wasn't confident when I applied for the exchange program to be honest with you, but I'm feeling much better about it now. But... above all, I want to keep something from happening to someone that utterly destroys them," I slowly say to the two. "Sorry, if I sound a bit preachy, I don't normally have to say something like this to anyone..." I apologized mainly to myself, but also for just dropping the ball on them like this. And know, I was hoping to go to the number one hero-course high-school in the world. U.A.
"Wait, oh... right. You don't mean... man, I'm sorry," Carter somberly murmured as his head slightly turned to the side of me. "You did save that girl two months ago at the very least," Danny optimistically mused, adding on to what Carter said and trying to lighten up the mood. "Maybe. I mean, I was never even going to think about taking any hero-training course for high-school to be honest. I was just going to go to the high school for this district, like practically everyone else. But... then, that happened, and it certainly highlighted a part of my life I want to forget. One thing for sure though, what happened definitely changed my perception on things...," I murmured as I wandered off into thought, thinking about the events that took place a few months prior melancholily, leading my mind into darker memories I wish I could just keep buried forever.
It took my friends a second to process everything I had just told them; I would be whole-heartedly surprised if they weren't. They probably wouldn't have been half as surprised if I had said I applied to some random hero institution here in the States. "I, uh... yeah. Crud... I really regret just dropping this on you out of nowhere, sorry bout' it..." I muttered with a sigh. Danny seemed to resign his shock for a moment as he put his stuff down and walked over to me. "Well, I can't say I agree with you, but... you are my friend, and so, I'll support you," he warmly said as he outstretched his palm. I smirked at him for the first time in this awkward conversation, and grabbed his hand, rising out of my seat. "Thanks man," I thanked. Carter seemed to look between us and smirked to himself as a bead of sweat fell from his forehead. "You guys are crazy," he blurted out as he kicked back on the seat. "But I'll always be there for you," Carter warmly assured me. "Oh boy, wait until Eliza hears about this!" he said in a chuckle, reaching into his bag to pull out his phone. "Wait! Don't... please... I'd prefer to tell her myself," I whispered, rubbing the back of my neck and cringing my face. "Heh, whatever you say, Wanna-Be Hero," Carter antagonized playfully.
"Busses are dismissing in 1 minute. Hurry now to your designated bus number," the dean spoke once again over the intercom. 'Shit, how the heck did I forget about the busses!?' I screamed at myself internally. "Oh crap, we've got to move," I hastily said as we all three practically bolted from the benches we were sitting at. I then noticed I was missing my binder, and turned back while in full sprint, at least as much as I could with my heavy backpack. 'I don't have time to go back and get it with less than a minute till the busses leave. Might as well just pull the thing to me,' I mused in thought. Without a second thought, I extended my hand, causing the binder to lift into the air and shoot at a high velocity towards my hand, where it firmly placed itself inside my palm, a slight tingle shooting through my brain. I continued towards the bus, beginning to sweat in bunches.
All three of us practically barged in just a few seconds after the bus's engines had roared to life and the doors were seconds from closing, and other busses were already leaving down the school driving range. We were panting heavily from the run, wishing that the busses weren't stationed so far away from the front of the school. I soon found my assigned seat and plopped into it, dropping my bags onto the floor beside me as the bus began moving. I could feel my heart pounding from that run, it felt like it would beat out my chest. I simply waited out the ride until my stop, not talking to the girl who sits window-side of my assigned seat, putting in my earbuds, and tuning the world out.
I once again fell into the pits of my mind as the music played, the twisting and turning of the hunk of metal along the road and the loud rumbling that accompanied it not affecting me. I simply sat, almost motionless, like I was asleep, thinking about U.A. I thought to myself, 'Why do I want to go to U.A?' my eyes flickering upwards involuntary, still enthralled in this emptiness my mind was slipping into. My eyes scrunch, and I think harshly, 'So that something like what happened that day, never happens to anyone else ever again...'
A Few Days Prior: Somewhere in Musutafu, Japan...
A soothing, salty autumn breeze flows through the silk green trees that line the dirt road, their leaves witling away slowly as summer comes to an end, filled with an envious mix of red, green and yellow. The gray, old bark of the towering trees creaks as the wind rushes around it, and the rustle of leaves against leaves fills the air. A fence stretches along the sides of the dirt road, bordered by the trees beyond it.
A young boy with green hair in a blue workout jumpsuit and an older, skinny man with crazy, blonde hair in a coat riding a scooter breach the horizon of the road. The boy carries a large metal container and appears heavily fatigued and malnourished, while the man was taking his every leisure pulling just ahead of the tired kid. 「さあ、若いみどりや!私の力を受け取ってU.A.に入りたいなら、もっと努力する必要があります。」 - ("Come on, young Midoriya! You're going to need to put more effort in if you want to receive my power and get into U.A.") - the older man loudly instructed the overworked boy as he falls behind him for every step, the distance between them widening greatly. 「わかっています...すべて...かもしれない...」 - ("I know... All... Might...") - responded Midoriya, sheepishly, seeming fading in and out of consciousness as he ran behind the man, All-Might, like a mindless puppet. He continued running, slowly lagging behind, before noticing his lack of progress and speeding up to get right by All-Might, repeating the process gruelingly for a few minutes more, breathing like a dog.
However, eventually, his workload simply crashed down on top of him. As a sudden wave of weakness flushed throughout his entire body, he stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn't take it. It was too much. He collapsed. He dropped it. After All-Might heard Midoriya crumple to the ground, he turned. An overworked, malnourished, sleep-deprived boy lying in front of him. But he didn't know that. He stared at his motionless body on the ground and sighed, before saying, 「おい、おい、小僧、今生きて見えるよ。あと3ヶ月しかありません。この仕事が終わったら諦めるつもりですか？トイレに全部流して、気楽にしたいですか？」 - ("Hey, hey, kid, look alive now. You only have three months left. Are you going to give up after all of this work? You want to flush it all down the toilet and take it easy?") - All-Might presses, trying to strike motivation and passion into Midoriya and allow him to keep on pushing. But... yet... even after his lack of rest, he takes All-Might's advice and keeps pushing. His body staggers, and he struggles, just to pick up the container and keep running. He shakes with pressure and lethargy as he crawls forward.
Then, All-Might realizes with widening eyes. He sees past the dwindling yet kindled passion and sees the exhausted boy with a need for rest and nutrition. "You're overworked," he states in English, Midoriya clenching his fist at those words. "The Aim-To-Pass American Dream Plan was created with your body in mind. It was fine tuned to ensure your progress was swift but manageable. Which means, you haven't been sticking to it. You're overdoing things. That's going to have the opposite effect of what we want," he softly reprimands Midoriya for not sticking to the plan which would've ensured this wouldn't have happened. 「私は...」 - ("I don't...") - Midoriya barely utters out. 「私はもっと一生懸命働かなければならない。さもなければ、私は他の応募者に対してチャンスに耐えられません。私はU.A.に行きたいだけでなく、優秀になりたい。私は欲しい...」 - ("I have to work harder. Or I won't stand a chance against the other applicants. I don't just want into U.A, I want to excel. I want...") - "I want... to be like you!", Midoriya says as he follows his mentor's language choice and speaks out to his idol with an unsmotherable passion, his muscles seizing up as he pushes himself to stand up, barely mustering the energy to move his head to look up at All-Might. "I want... to be the greatest hero in the world... so... それを行うために必要なものを手に入れるまで、私は挑戦し続けます！ - ("...I'll keep on trying, until I've got what it takes to do that!") - ", Midoriya pushes on, clawing at the ground just to get that much more leverage and to get up and going again.
A flashback struck across All-Might's mind as he says that, reminding him of the day when he said happily, 「私の大胆不敵な笑顔を見て、安全に感じて、あなたのようになってほしい！」 - ("I want people to see my fearless smile and feel safe and be just like you!") - All-Might then thinks remorsefully, 「それを子供に手渡す。彼は未来について多くのことを考えています...」 - ('Got to hand it to the kid. He's giving a lot of thought to the future...') - Suddenly, All-Might's form turns from a skinny, pathetic old man to a powerful, muscular, hulking brute, his new body almost stretching through the limits of the fabric in his coat. He swiftly picks up young Midoriya by the hood on his workout jumpsuit like he was a doll and cheerfully says in a powerful voice, 「その戦闘精神は、私があなたについて好きなことです、ファンボーイ!それはあなたによく役立ちます!私はあなたの懸念を理解します。それだ！今は進歩を急ぐ時ではありません。恐れるな、君を軌道に乗せるよ！あなたの計画を調整するために、この老人に任せてください！」 - ("That fighting spirit's what I like about you, fanboy! It serves you well! I do get your concerns. That's it! Now's not the time to go and rush progress! Fear not, I can get you back on track! Leave it to this old man to adjust your plan!") - 「あなたは老人ではありません...オールマイト...」 - ("You're not an old man... All-Might...") - Midoriya mutters out with all of the energy he seems to have left in his body, reassuring his idol of his age. All-Might breaks out into a tremendous laughter at his comment afterwards.
All-Might sets his trainee down, his hand still grasped on his shoulder, so he doesn't fall over, before returning to his weaker form, placing his other hand on Midoriya's other shoulder. 「その計画を心配しないでください、ミドリヤ、私はすぐにそれを準備します。あなたがする必要があるのは、あなたの体に必要なものを与え、素晴らしい、長い休息を取ることだけです。新しく改良された「ミドリヤの成功への道」アメリカンドリームプランで失われた時間を埋め合わせます！」 - ("Don't you worry about that plan young Midoriya, I'll have it ready in no time. All you need to do is give your body what it needs and take a great, long rest. I'll make up for lost time in the new and improved: Midoriya's Path to Success American Dream Plan!") - All-Might reassures Midoriya confidently, providing him with a much-needed brake that will alleviate some of his stress, for the time being. 「ありがとう...すべて...かもしれない...」 - ("Thanks... All... Might...") - Midoriya quietly murmurs, seemingly about to fall asleep with the thumps-up he can as his head and legs droop forward a little. 「ああ！ヤング・ミドリヤ!今眠りに落ちないでください！」 - ("Ahh! Young Midoriya! Don't fall asleep now!") - All-Might exclaims as Midoriya's exhausted face sluggishly plants itself against All-Mights chest as he falls forward.
I aimlessly walked down the cemented path, subconsciously noting my shadow moving across the cracks in the pavement, tabulating it in the depths of my mind. Eyes half-closed, lazily strolling down the sidewalk of my neighborhood after getting off the bus leisurely. I wasn't tired, but rather bored of the meticulous walk down the path to my house every school day. I simply yawned, looking down to shield my eyes from the harsh summer sun, occasionally glancing to my right to notice the broken asphalt that plates the streets, or to my left to the green, speckling grass, glistening with the shine of water dispensed from water sprinklers, broken up routinely by the driveway leading to someone's house.
"Hey, Kyle! Wait up!", a girl's voice suddenly called out abruptly from behind him, followed by footsteps clomping against the asphalt. My head raised, and I turned. It was Eliza, my other friend from school. Her silky, red-head hair flowed down by her shoulders as she ran up to me, her dazzling, speckled blue eyes flickering in the sunlight. "Oh, hey Eliza," I casually said to her. "You know, I heard from Carter & Danny. I can't believe you signed up for an exchange program to go to U.A's hero course! That's like... totally awesome!", she commented excitedly. 'Those jerks. I specifically said don't tell her yet. I'll be sure to give them a piece of my mind next time I see them.' I angrily said internally. "Yeah, I guess. I'm kinda nervous if they'll even accept my application to be honest. I'm sure there are probably better candidates to fill up the limited spots they have in the specific program I applied to," I say, doubting my capabilities "Oh, don't doubt yourself like that. I'm sure you'll be accepted, and you'll do fine! Maybe, if you do well enough there, you could actually go to U.A!", she optimistically replies. "Heh. Maybe..." I quietly murmur to myself, while still making it loud enough for her to hear. "I'm surprised you're so open about it. I though you would have the same reaction those two knuckleheads did," I chuckled warmly, rubbing the back of my neck. "I was pretty shocked when I learned about it, but... among other things, I wasn't that surprised. Besides, it's not like someone from America entering U.A is something no one's ever done before. But, above all else, you are my best friend. I'll stand behind your decision, no prob," she gleefully says, smiling.
She then places her hand on my shoulder, and stares directly at me, surprising me almost. "Hey, but, um... you know. I've been wondering... what made you want to be a hero? You said you had no interest in becoming a hero, even if they are super cool. There's no way you just changed your mind like it was up to the flip of a coin," she questions softly. Eliza's hair blew in the wind like a flag in the moment of silence following, but I eventually had to say it. "What happened in town a few weeks ago...," I reluctantly stated. "Oh. You mean the incident," she muses as she sucks in her breath and brushes back her waving hair with her hands, knowing I didn't want to talk about the subject much longer, staring down at the scars and white blotches left in the areas that held my cuts and burns.
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Quirk: Nanotech
Nanotech is an emitter-type quirk, the quirk factor in which is a special organ inside the user's body, which gives the user an additional organ located behind the liver and underneath the heart and lungs. This organ is extremely different from usual biological organs, and is very noticeably like a computer motherboard, with blue streaks of pulsating electrical energy flowing throughout its core to the outside "tissue" of the organ, in which is also shaped very awkwardly. It's shaped like a cube, with a glossy, black sheen that compliments the glowing light blue of the energy pathways. This organ is rather small compared to most in the body, roughly the size of the gallbladder, and is heavily integrated into both the nervous and circulatory systems.
This organ creates a special cell outside its own cells, if you can call them that, called Nanobot Cells. As the name suggests, these "robotic cells" are extremely small, as is any cell of an organism, and almost look like tiny mechanical scorpions if zoomed in enough, but overall contain amazing potential. These nanobots can be outputted and excreted from the user's body in a variety of ways, such as through any orifices in the body, through bodily fluid excretion (blood loss, sweat, tears, urine), or through extremely small pores in the user's skin in certain areas such as the palms or cheeks. Once out of the user's body, the user can telepathically interact with and control these cells individually or in groups. However, these cells true power comes from their technological mastery. These nanobots have the ability to, when ushered by the user, manipulate and alter technology (I can't really think of a definition or parameter for what 'technology' implies) in whatever way they see fit. Even more impressive, when grouped up by the user, they can literally create 'technology' for the user to wield/use. Also, these nanobots can also do things inside either the user's or someone else's body, such as helping the immune system when sick or paralyzing the nervous system of someone else, though they can't manipulate any nanobots inside his body, only able to control the generation and excretion of new nanobots.
However, the limit to this is that whatever is created or affected by the user is no larger than around the size of a refrigerator, otherwise, they risk expending too many nanobots all at once, which, due to their affect and relation to both the nervous and circulatory systems, can result in some serious conditions being placed upon the user.
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100% PLUS ULTRA:
The organ located inside is changes from twice its original size and has the general shape of 28-Sided 3D object. The energy currents that fluctuate throughout it are now a vibrant purple and are notably ferocious with power. The outer surface practically refracts light due to its metalic sheen at this point, and sparkles with electricity every now and then. The organ is now extremely integrated in all bodily systems of the target, practically replacing all system cells with Nanobot Cells and allows above peak performances expected of even the most fit humans within the time of the PLUS ULTRA enhancement.
The organ in question produces Nanobot Cells at an astonishing rate with shortened frequencies, which themselves are extremely powered up. They now act as the body's immune system, red blood cells, nerve and brain cells, etc., with the originals few and far between, and are three times their original size without the PLUS ULTRA enhancement. They have the same abilities and capabilities as before except powered up, able to again create, manipulate and alter 'technology', and enter, tinker, and exit an organism's body at a much higher level than before.
The limit to the creation and excretion of nanobots is much higher due to the constant rapid generation of new ones from the enhanced organ, allowing for creation, alteration and manipulation of much larger things without impacting their body very much, making it a very potent quirk at 100% Power.
A few months earlier...
It was a normal day, just like any other. The sky was blue and clear, not a single white blot to speckle the atmosphere. I was walking with my parents to our car after they went shopping at the mall, bored as usual. Shopping has never really been my thing. It just takes up time and distracts you for hours. I don't usually go with them on shopping trips, but I guess this was the exception. Anyways, we were just passing by a local restaurant crammed in between two buildings towering high above it menacingly. I felt a strange urge as me and my parents walked past the restaurant, almost as if something was about to happen. It made me stop for a moment, but after the feeling quickly sizzled away, I didn't take a second thought to address it. Perhaps... if I had just mentioned something, anything, the whole disaster could've been averted. But... I guess nature has a strange way of making things happen.
I noticed a foggy, purple-like portal with the essence of a void appear in an alleyway behind the restaurant, hands and feet strugglingly bursting out of it as they struggled to get a good grip on something, anything. I stopped for a moment, wanting to get a closer look. A sudden orange... appendage shot out of the portal in the apparent struggle, bending and molding around something on the outside. A gas tank. 'Is that a person... wait, no... it might be a villain. But... could it be...' I muttered to myself in my mind, about to back away from whatever was happening there and just hope it wouldn't turn into a situation. But unfortunately, that's exactly what happened.
Simultaneously, as this was happening, a chef inside was cooking a customer's meal, both, along with everyone else in the facility, none the wiser to what was about to happen. As the chef turns on the dial to turn on the gas stove, lighting a dwindling blue flame beneath a pot of steaming soup, the flame suddenly bursts into an inferno, overloaded with an abnormal amount of gas that when lit, caused it's inner mechanisms to burst, blasting away the stove top and pan in the process, and enveloping all of it in flames almost instantly. This flame quickly spread around the room and managed to envelope the fire extinguisher before any of the unfortunate staff could do anything about it. As it smoldered its way through walls and across rooms, the fire alarms blaring and smoke ever-present, a fuse box heated by the flames explodes, causing even more devastation.
A sharp zing swiftly shot through the air, cutting through me like a hot knife as that feeling once again returned, only erupting out of me this time, the portal also quickly disappearing in the process. I got flung forward as a boastful shockwave blew out from a destructive explosion, flashes of orange, yellow, red and white casting themselves on the surfaces ahead of us. Screams filled the air, and infrastructure caved in almost immediately. It took me a second to turn back as the screams alone brought one memory from the depths of my consciousness that has haunted me since childhood. When I did, I was in horror to gaze upon the burning remnant of the restaurant before me, the flames dancing wildly in a chorus of crackling as people in desperation bolted outside, helped up by those kind enough to provide aid to those in need, as much as they could at least. As more and more people managed to escape the fiery fortress, the quantity and frequency of people decreased dramatically with every passing minute, those watching from the sidelines only to hope everyone escapes before the flames engulf them. My head began to pound and scream, yelling out silently why the heroes and firefighters hadn't arrived yet, beads of sweat dripping from my forehead in panic and fear, amplified by the heat of the embers emanating from them. My face was filled with anguish, fear and horror, as my parents grabbed me and pulled me back, and I thought I could hear the feint sounds of police sirens in the distance. That's what I thought.
"My baby is still in there!", someone screamed out from the crowd vibrantly, causing me to gasp in horror and look back at the burning building. The crowd broke out into commotion and panic, and I completely forgot my parents were even there. All I could think about was where were emergency services? Where were the heroes? How can people just stand by and talk while a child is surrounded by flames? All these questions and concerns swirled within me, building up my emotion and concern every second, and then I saw it. The mother whose child was still in there bursting into tears on the ground. I couldn't take seeing that without action. The concern inside exploded... and I lost it. My legs moved before I could even think to do so, my hands flowing with a blue energy sparkling all around them. I don't know why I was so motivated towards justice that day, but I feel some unknown force had beckoned unto me, and the faces of those pain mirrored my own once. So... I traversed forward and marked my destiny. Almost as if I did it every day subconsciously, I forced my hands outwards, creating a shield of psionic energy to protect me against the raging fire inside. I practically dove in, the screams of my parents the last I heard before they were blocked out by the fire.
'What's going on? What's happening...,' I quickly thought fearfully, petrified by the sounds of screams and crackling of flames. The only muscles I could move where those of my hands slowly gripping onto my son's shoulder, yearning for his safety even when he was right next to me. I could feel the tension. It was like the raging sea tossing and turning in the torrent of rainwater hurled down from the black puffs above, illuminated by the ever-present crackles of ferocious lightning. I, a grown man, was terrified, not only for those inside, but for me, and more importantly my family. The thoughts of fear and terror coursed throughout my body. I knew they were in my son too, his face filled with the same emotion mine was. The events that took place 9 years ago have haunted our family, but I have no doubt they've affected him the most. This only reminded us of it.
As people fled with horrified faces, I could only hope that everyone could make it out alive, or at least holdout until the fire department or heroes can get here. Numbers and frequency of those escaping dwindled, and the sheer infrastructure of the restaurant was beginning to collapse underneath itself. My hand, no, hands, only gripped my son's shoulder harder and harder. I couldn't bear to see someone die. I glimpsed at my wife, as horrified as anyone else in the crowd her head deflating and inflating rapidly as she began to have a panic attack, her face red and purple of fear and panic, and then back at the building, and then my son, and then back to the building.
Minutes passed after the last person escaped, and everyone, believing it was over, burst into panicked chatter and banter with one another, some sobbing tears of joy that those they were with were okay, some hyperventilating and stuck on the ground, exhausted of adrenaline. "What was that honey?", my wife whispered into my ear, expending the last of the helium generated in her head, her stress slowly lifting as even the fire seemed to slowly dwindle. "I'm... not sure," I muttered reluctantly back to her, my grip loosening on my son. A subconscious decision I regretted. At that moment, I should've noticed. My son, Kyle's, still petrified face, sweat still flooding from his head. I was so busy talking with her that I didn't even notice his own despair.
Suddenly, someone burst into tears. A mother. But these tears were different. Not those of the joy of survival, but rather those of despair and anguish. She screamed out that her child was still in there like five times. I gasped. Almost everyone did. Everyone erupted into conflicted chatter once more, while some could only watch in wait for someone to come out. Many were starting to question the lack of arrival of police, heroes and firefighters, while others believed a villain had taken the child hostage.
But... then, when no one else was willing to act, I felt my tight, yet alleviated grip on my son be broken as he flew forward in a burst of adrenaline. It took me a second to process what had happened, but my wife, Erika, was already screaming, tears flowing from her face, floating off the ground as her head inflating beyond levels I'd seen before, begging for Kyle to return to her. Acting on instinct, I witnessed Kyle put up a shield of energy around him and dive into the raging inferno as my fingers fluttered forward. I extended my hand, hoping in some way to pull him back with my quirk, extend any tendril of telekinetic energy to grip him back into my care, but I somehow just couldn't reach him. And just like that, he had vanished into the flames.
Present Day: Kamino, Yokohama, Japan
An orange light dimly shades over a wooden countertop bending around the room, the walls rank of brick and mortar. The floors creak with age as the floorboards slowly olden, creating a contrast with such of the countertop. Metal layering extends from the countertop as support into the ground, and red-cushioned stainless steel bar stools crowd it. A red curtain lies to the side behind the counter, cracked open to reveal many cocktails, beers, wines, and beverages all neatly aligned in rows along a shelf. As the orange glow of the shoddy fixtures of light above illuminate the room, a small computer screen flickers in the limelight, green like a forest. Multiple data pieces run across it, and a large, motionless, static line is positions at the middle of the screen, static sounds emitting from it.
A pale, withered hand with yellow-tinged fingernails forcefully snatches a bottle of wine from the end of the bar, before delicately pouring a sparkling, red wine glistening in the dimness, poured into an equally, if not even more sparkly wine glass. A skinny, disfigured man with pale skin and blue hair in black robes fitted with red sneakers sits with contempt, a malicious evil raging beneath the surface of his emaciated stance. Severed hands line his arms, armpits, shoulders, neck and head, pale and emaciated as his, the gory severance concealed by bronze shackles. A red tube streams between two shackles located on the evil man's head and neck, creating a ribbon shape.
The man scratches his neck for a moment, before touching the glass of his wine to his revealed face. He quickly halts his late-night sip, before violently rejecting the liquid from his mouth, before tossing the glass still full of wine into the wall beside him, shattering on impact and sending wine everywhere. 「うーん！どうして黒霧はそんなに気持ち悪くて残虐なものを勧めることができたのでしょう!アク！まあ...もし彼が私の、いや、マスター、計画でそんなに大きな作品でなければ、私は彼のすべての原子を存在から蒸発させるだろう！」 - ("Ugh! How could Kurogiri recommend something so disgusting and atrocious! Ack! Well... if he wasn't such a big piece in my, no, master's, plan's, I'd vaporize his every atom from existence!") - the man complained in a raspy, maniacal voice in a pre-tantrum pose, taking brief yet common pauses in his speech to seemingly gasp up more air, scratching his neck rapidly. He abruptly stops, before casually placing his hand on the table again, specifically where a puddle of wine twinkled, before grasping at the liquid, causing it and the small section of wood underneath it to disintegrate slowly, turning gray and rotting to a flesh-like pulp as cracks from along the wood and the wine turns to a vapor, filling him with a strange, vindictive glee of that of a corrupted child.
He then stares at one of the hands that belongs unto his body, almost in a trance. 「お父さん...」 - ("Father...") - the man says in a, surprisingly, more sympathetic tone, grasping it, his unknown, blood-red eyes narrowing. He sighs grumpily, before placing it onto his face, it simply clamping unto it and holding there, his eyes becoming more invigorated with evil than ever.
Suddenly, the computer screen on the opposite end of the counter blips on, flashing purple streaks of connectivity, with flashing, magenta words displaying 'SOUND ONLY' splashed across the screen. Static noises emanate from it, before slowly dying down as the frequency and volume is attuned by someone on the other end. 「マスター?」 - ("Master?") - the criminal quietly murmurs out loud, seemingly confused about the sudden intrusion of his teacher. 「はい。私、信楽です。」 - ("Yes. It is I, Shigaraki.") - a calm and astute yet intimidating and calculated voice replies from the other end. Shigaraki, almost joyful for the sudden intrusion, chuckles maniacally while staring with cold eyes at the computer screen.
'What was I thinking? I can't just... I can't... how could I do something so reckless without any forethought of the possible consequences?' I angrily screamed at myself internally as the entrance collapsed in behind me about the second after I marched into the restaurant. The heat of the moment was affecting my judgement, that was for sure. I was fearful as the fire raged around me, the building quaking underneath me with every step, like it was tapering on the edge of a cliff, and every step was just adding more weight to pull it off the edge. The tension and true risk of death in the air was so palpable I could practically collapse from it. I knew this shield wouldn't hold much longer; the temperature seemed to rise around me every nanosecond, my head was already beginning to sting, and I had a slight nosebleed already. But... then I remembered why I bolted into this inferno. I had to carry out what I'd already put so much effort into. I didn't want to come back out almost immediately, not that I really could, like there was no hope for whoever was inside, that they had already passed, but I knew that wasn't true. There was no turning back.
A piece of flaming debris collapsed unto my shield while I was distracted in my thoughts, making me almost drop it out of sheer shock and pain as my head writhed in pain. I looked around at the swirls of red, orange, yellow and white, trying to distinguish anything. Hair, a hand, legs, the sounds of wailing. But all of it was drowned out as my senses blurred in the heat. "Hello! I'm here to help! Where are you?!" I exclaimed as hard as I could over the sounds of the infrastructure caving and the fire burning all around it. I couldn't hear anything distinct. "Hey! Please, if you can hear me, make some kind of noise! Anything!", I exploded out at the top of my lungs vigorously, desperately searching for some response as my throat became raw from the superheated air around me that I would occasionally let in to refill my air supply. But there was nothing. I slowly made my way throughout the entire restaurant, overturning any lose debris or walking through any concealing flames, just for any sign of this child. But once again, the effort seemed futile.
My eyes flurried with tears, thinking I was too late. I kneeled to the ground inside my sphere of energy, it beginning to pulsate and vibrate as my focus on it dwindled rapidly, the migraine slowly receding as my effort dissipated. I felt as if I'd wasted my time, and that this was all for nothing, that that mother's kid was already gone. Images of her on the ground flashed through my brain, and then another mother, bloodied, mashed and broken overwrites that image. The feelings of loss were unbearable. I knew that pain all too well. But... then, as a large section of the building caved in, I heard a sharp squeal that stung through my eardrums. My eyes widened, and I got up on my knees. Then, there it was. Crying. A child crying. I lost it, getting up on my feet and practically diving in the direction I heard the sound, my eyes flurried with tears of gladness. Then, before I realized it a flash of pain shot through my skull once more, but it wasn't from the stress of holding up the shield, it was from what it was protecting me from. To the back of my view, my blue, transparent protective barrier was shattered, and then, suddenly, in an instant, a fiery burst of pain shot through me as I felt my t-shirt sizzle to a crisp on my back, where it spread around and burned my flesh harshly. I cried and grinded my teeth, before realizing fire had spread to my arms and shorts as well. Remembering the fire safety lessons we were taught in Elementary, I stopped, dropped and rolled.
Due to rolling around the floor, my barrier had been shattered but still stood in fragmented portions around my body, barely protecting me anymore. But then, there was a sharp pain in my leg, causing me to yelp in pain and collapse to the floor once more. My barrier against the elements was now broken almost entirely as I couldn't focus on it much longer, and I had impaled my leg on a section of flooring that had caved in and had formed splintered wood, a large spike of wood noticeable where I tumbled, the cut trailing up my right leg and ripping through my denim jeans before slightly trailing to the left before I could get my leg out of the incision.
I instinctively grasped at my knee which now ran cold as blood flowed out of it and onto the floor, my shield completely gone now, my focus to splintered and the stress on my head to much. As the fire raged around me, I tried to get up again, but I stumbled once more, cinders and ash colliding with my body and entering my lungs. I slammed my hand down in front of me and tried dragging myself forward, but I was too weak from the pain, coughing up smoke and ash as I did so. I could feel my tears evaporating and smoldering from the sheer heat alone, and the fire crept closer. I slammed my fist on the hardwood flooring and yelled to seemingly no one in a fit of determination, "I am not done yet!"
I formed a support of psionic energy with my power that lifted my arm up a little, before I made a rising gesture with my other hand that increased the height of the glistening blue support, a determined look flashing across my psionically charged eyes as I rested my arm on the thing to prop me up and wiped the tears from my eyes. "I'm coming, don't you worry," I murmured, ignoring the pounding at my head and the blood dripping from my nose.
Present Day: Kamino, Yokohama, Japan
「だから、NOMUの発展は順調に進んでいるね。それを聞いてうれしいです。私のNOMUがそのゴミのシンボルで遊んで、彼を破片に引き裂くのを見るのが待ちきれません。彼が彼を歩き回すのを見てください。もちろん、私はNOMUが単に彼が出血死するまで彼の肉をガウジングするまで、彼の骨のそれぞれが少しずつ壊れるのを見るのが大好きです。ハハ！」 - ("So, the development of the NOMU is coming along swimmingly, huh. I'm happy to hear that. I can't wait to see my NOMU play with that piece-of-trash symbol of piece and tear him to bits; watch him ragdoll him around. Of course, I'm going to love watching his each of his bones be broken bit by bit until the NOMU simply gouges his flesh out until he bleeds to death. Haha!") - Shigaraki gleefully chuckles to himself, enjoying the progress on the anti-symbol of peace he'd just heard from his master. He was enjoying this. Now, he was just waiting for someone else to return. His major player in all of his plans, Kurogiri.
「うーん、マスターは何を計画しているのだろうか...彼は3番目の船が必要だと言った。3番目のNOMU」 - ("Hm, I wonder what master has planned... he said he needed a third vessel. A third NOMU.") - Shigaraki mused to himself, deep in thought. He thinks back to his recent conversation with his master.
A few minutes prior...
「いわゆる「平和の象徴」と呼ばれるオールマイトとの大失敗のための大きな計画がありますが、余分な緊急計画としてより多くの火力が必要になるのではないかと心配しています。」 - ("I have big plans for our debacle with All-Might, so called 'Symbol Of Peace', but I'm afraid that we may need more firepower as an extra contingency plan.") - Shigaraki's master calmy states. 「しかし、マスター、NOMUはオールマイトと同じくらい強く、黒霧のワープと私たちのすべての力を合わせて、私たちはその「平和の象徴」をビットに粉砕することができるはずです。」 - ("But, master, the NOMU is just as strong as All-Might, and with Kurogiri's Warp, and all of our combined forces, we should be able to mash that 'Symbol Of Peace' to bits.") - Shigaraki surprisedly counters. 「はい、戸村信楽。しかし、オールマイトがNOMUとの戦いで実際に勝つ可能性は非常に高いです。あなたも私も、彼が純粋なブルートフォースによって彼に有利に戦いの潮流を変えることができる方法を知っています、そして私はあなたが彼をどれだけ終わらせたいかを知っています。だから、私は彼がどうにかしてNOMUの能力を克服し、彼が最も弱いときに遠くから彼を終わらせる場合に備えて、本当に彼の敗北をマークするために、長距離戦闘機も好みます。」 - ("Yes, Tomura Shigaraki. But, it is a very well great possibility that All-Might may indeed win in his battling with NOMU. Both you and I know how he's able to turn the tides of a battle in his favor by sheer brute force, and I know how much you want to end him. So, I would prefer a long-ranged fighter as well, to truly mark his defeat, in case he somehow manages to overcome NOMU's abilities, and end him from afar when he is at his weakest.") - Tomura Shigraki's master replies back through the monitor.
「はい、同意します。だからこそ、あなたの主人と私は、当分の間、国際法執行機関のレーダーの下にとどまることができた国際犯罪シンジケートを雇いました。そして、他に優れた癖はどこにありますか？英雄の王冠学校、U.A.」 - ("Yes, I agree. That is why your master and I have hired an international crime syndicate that has managed to stay under international law enforcement's radar for the time being to help us conduct our search for a suitable quirk. And where else do you find excellent Quirks? The crown school of heroism, U.A.") - an older, rougher voice replied through the monitor. 「それはリスクが高すぎます。」 - ("That's too risky.") - Shigaraki says bluntly. 「その通り。だからこそ、私たちはより中古のアプローチを選びました。若者を社会からこっそり排除しようとすることは確かにあまりにも危険であり、地域全体が警戒しているだろう。その上、私たちは日本で見られたり聞いたりする危険を冒すことはできません。しかし、彼らには他の応募者がいます。外国為替プログラムは、私たちに有用な癖を偵察するための自由な統治を与え、誰かが私たちのためにスカウトをしても、私たちはまったく危険にさらされないでしょう。だから、私たちはその犯罪シンジケートが異なるサイトで無数の異なる交換プログラムに潜入し、私たちの使用に最適な癖を決定します。」 - ("Exactly. That's why we opted for a more secondhand approach. Trying to stealthily remove a youth from society is indeed much too risky, and the entire area would be on high alert. Besides, we can't risk being seen or heard of here in Japan. But they do have other applicants. Foreign exchange programs give us free reign to scout useful quirks, and we wouldn't be at much risk at all if we had someone do the scouting for us. So, we will have that crime syndicate infiltrate a myriad of different exchange programs at different sites and determine the best quirk for our usage.") - Shigaraki's master explains.
Suddenly, Shigaraki is snapped out of his thought when he hears a commotion outside of the bar, quick to assume an on-edge, battle-ready stance. The commotion only continued as plants and vases can be heard being knocked over outside and slamming of someone against the door is clear. Suddenly, a loud crash rings out outside and the something rips into the walls of the bar, before violently tearing back out, ripping out a chunk of the old wall with it. Bangs and crashes can be once again heard, along with the crazed yells of a man. Finally, as if the sound had teleported from the ally outside the bar to the back step, wood is heard splintering as something crashes into it with a violent force, followed by a gunshot. 「クロギリ？」 - ("Kurogiri?") - Shigaraki sternly states, awaiting an answer in Kurogiri's fancy, whispering tone. But then, the unexpected happens, and the doorknob turns, and the door squeaks open. Shigaraki extends his hand and narrows his eyes in anger, ready to kill whoever dared trespass here.
A few months earlier...
I slowly made my way throughout the building, following the cries and squeals of a child somewhere in the back, probably in the kitchen, occasionally stumbling a few times over the pain of holding myself up and the bleeding on my leg, but it couldn't be helped. I gritted my teeth in pain as I felt myself bleeding out and my brain felt like it would blow up. "I'm such an idiot..." I say to myself, as I drag myself forward slowly but surely, pulling my blue support along sluggishly. I managed to get in the back area near a bar on the opposite side of the building, forcing my way through the area, coughing as my lungs began to cave in slowly and flames began to engulf the area around me. As I rounded the corner, I saw the two, red swinging doors with peering windows in the middle, or at least what was left of them, that entered into the back where the kitchen and storage was. The fire seemed to only get worse the father back I went into the building, and the more structurally unstable the building became the longer I was in there.
As I approached the doors, my heart sank. The fire was covering the way in. I looked towards the doorway with the two collapsed doors opening up to the rest of the building and cursed under my breath. A tear trickled down my cheek once more at the realization, and I yelled to myself in pain, fear, sadness and anger. But then, I remembered the face of that mother. The tears she drew from the depths of her heart, the defeated, anguished face, the sounds of her cries. It pushed me beyond. Heh. Little did I know what going beyond would mean for me in the future.
"Get... out of my way!" I screamed with adrenaline in a last-ditch effort as I extended my hand towards the flames in attempt to smother them with telekinetic might, but it was too much for me as my arm seized up with pain as blood vessels expanded out of my skin and my brain practically lit on fire, much to the irony of the situation I was in. I gasped in pain with a raw throat, each breath feeling like I was drowning as I continued to build up smoke and ash in my lungs, purging the oxygen around me and in my lungs, internally saying, 'I... I can't... it's too much... I think I might lose consciousness if this keeps up. I can feel myself slipping, ugh. What's going to happen to me now? Am I going to die? Did I sacrifice myself for nothing? Is this girl even still alive? Was I just hearing things? Oh well, whatever the case is, I don't think I'll be able to keep myself up on two legs for much longer.'
The doubt was only creeping into my soul more and more as I couldn't hear her anymore. I looked down and shut my eyes, tears forming once more as I began to accept defeat not only for the child, but myself as well. 'What am I even doing in here? I'm no hero. I'm a kid. I should have just stood by and waited like everyone else was and waited for heroes and firefighters. They're probably sweeping the building now. What was I even going to do anyways? Blast a hole through the wall to get me and the kid out? I'm nowhere near that powerful, not that I could be anyways. I should just find an alternative way out before the building collapses...' I cry internally, trying to keep my composure together, but to no avail, as tears slid down my cheeks and evaporated onto the ground.
*SNAP*
It almost sounded like death to my ears as I heard the floorboards and other polished floorings collapse nearby, and I could tell just by the way it crashed into the lower levels of the building and the proximity that it would trail over to me. My head turned like a deer to headlights to see that the fire had spread around me and had destroyed the stability in the flooring. I could see the crevices in the flooring as it trailed over the counter, which caved in beneath me almost a few seconds later. The harsh reality of the situation kicked into me like a punch with the power of a freight train to the gut as I stumbled out of my shock and dove for the flaming doorway. The pain surged throughout my body like lightning to a lightning rod and I struggled to even move through the torrent of flames around me. I had never experienced something so excruciating in my entire life. My body simply wanted to give in then in there, but... even though I felt as if I was stupid for pursuing this one child, I think some part of me deep down pushed me forwards. Even through my screams, however, I could still hear the flooring trail through the doorway and cave in behind me, followed by the walls and ceilings in some places.
Somehow, in the reaction time of split seconds, as I breached beyond the flames to the back of the kitchen, 3RD-Degree burns, cuts and scorched clothes and hair all over my body, I jumped forward out of the fire, only to find my legs hanging in the air as my abused and burnt arms clung to the splintered flooring that was ready to give way at any moment. I struggled to pull my arms forward and drag my body out of the gaping hole left by the collapse, dust, ash and smoke from the collapse covering my senses. "Come on...!" I groggily struggled. And then, there was a crack, and before I knew it, I was falling into the lower level of the building.
I slammed onto the concrete floor of the building, and I felt my right leg, the one that was bleeding, fracture as I impacted the floor, though I didn't have time to grasp at my leg before my head crashed into the concrete, almost knocking me out. I lied there for what seemed like an eternity, not moving an inch, trying to let the pain just dissipate a little before I tried to move. Dust from the collapse covered my eyesight for a moment. My entire body was on fire (out of pain), I felt like throwing up, and at this point it was a miracle I was still conscious. The amount of resolve I never knew I had was at its breaking point though. I could barely think, let alone focus at this point with the pain my head had endured at this point. Only one of my eyes glowed with psionic energy, and even then, it was dim. I only looked around with my eyes, using the fire from above to search around. It was a storage area where foods and equipment were stored. What was even weirder was that there wasn't a single fire down here. I let out a sigh of relief internally, not having enough energy to do it physically. Then my parents and that mother flashed across my mind once more, wiping away my relief in an instant. 'I'm sorry. I failed you. And mom... dad... please forgive me. I'm sorry I threw my life away...' I somberly stated with a thought. I shut my eyes and seemed to give into that voice in the back of my head telling me to rest and it'll all be over. But then, there was the tiniest whimper.
I gasped. "No, it... couldn't be..." I groaned as I turned my head, each muscle movement feeling like it would knock me out. I saw a distraught, petrified young girl, maybe 4 or 5 years old, with a burnt blue dress stare back at me, eyes filled with tears. My face washed over with joy. With whatever remaining morsel of adrenaline, I had left, I scrounged it up, and pushed myself off the ground, failing a few times, but eventually standing up on both legs, despite my injuries. I walked forward to the little girl with a dragged forward limp, each step feeling like a million years. I looked up at her and smiled. "Don't worry. I'll protect you."
When I came close enough to the girl, I practically fell forward onto my knees and dove onto her shoulder, making her flinch out of fright for a moment but then slightly warm up to me. "W-who are you?" she says quietly, each word sounding like a megaphone to the ear to me. "Just someone here to comfort you, at the very least," I grunted out, "Heh." We lied there for the longest time, just waiting for something to happen, occasionally exchanging a few words and me trying to make her feel better. She eventually wrapped her arms around me, and I chuckled, glad to have made her feel safe. "T-thank you-you," she whispers with gratitude.
*CRACK*
'No...' I said in my mind, not believing that this just happened. I heard the girl whimper in fear, and I turned my head sideways to where my eye could view what was above me, much to the chagrin of my body. It was giant section of concrete flooring and kitchen machinery that had collapsed. 'No. I won't let her die,' I ranted in my head, "No!" I screamed from the depths of my mind into my voice, the soundwaves themselves triggering my quirk as my eyes widen with determination, halting the piece of concrete in the air. "I refuse to let you get hurt," I murmured.
Though even through the tiniest amount of adrenaline that I seemed to boost into determination, my body and mind were at their limits. I couldn't hold this thing up for more than five seconds. My vision was already beginning to blur, and I could feel myself slipping away. Suddenly, a bang came from beside me, kind of like some jumping down a hole. Then, muffled through my state of unrendered unconsciousness, I heard someone yell, "I found two kids down-" before I couldn't here anything anymore, and my vision was blurred beyond recognition. I felt myself entangled in something made of metal, and in the next second, I fell to unconsciousness.
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Quirk: Traffic Light
The wielder of this emitter/mutant-type quirk has a quirk factor in which are the lights on the user's head, where they have a large, boxy, mechanical, elongated head with four circular lights, displayed top-to-bottom in this order: green, blue, yellow, red. This appearance gives the user a very distinct look as that of a traffic light. Each light can either be turned on or off, and the different split sections of the head with each light can be swiveled around on a 360-Degree rotation, giving the user the most utilization out of the quirk. No more than two lights can be switched on at any time, however, and each light can extend about 20 meters, and a width reach of about 8 at the broadest any light can stretch too. However, these lights can actually be broken with enough force, and it can take anywhere from 2 hours to a week to repair them depending on the damage.
Green Light: Pretty much does nothing to anyone/anything that isn't already affected by a different part of his quirk or some time/speed alteration quirk. However, if those conditions apply, then when the green light is flashed upon a person, they pretty much are able to move normally as they would, without the effect of whatever quirk was affecting their movement.
Blue Light: Causes anything that's moving under its glow to have its speed/velocity drastically increased.
Yellow Light: Causes anything that's moving under its glow to have its speed/velocity drastically decreased.
Red Light: Completely halts any and all movement of anything under its shine, even bacteria completely freeze when the light is cast upon them, and it almost acts as if time has been frozen wherever the light casts.
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Allows the user to use all 4 lights all at once, each of which's brightness, width and range extremely increased, allowing for bright flashes all at once and the enhancement of each light's individual affects. The red light's effect stays a few minutes after the light stops touching it, the blue light's effect is almost quadrupled, and stays in effect a few minutes after the light stops touching something, the yellow light basically the same, and the green light's effect prevents or overwrites the effects of time or speed alteration quirks for several hours after the light touches something.
Three days later...
I had slipped in and out of consciousness for two days on end after that harrowing incident, and I only managed to stay awake for the third day after I was hospitalized. My parents came by twice a day, worried sick like anyone was, and so did police and Pro Heroes. Apparently even the family of that girl I protected came by and left me a gift to represent their gratitude. But then, I eventually woke up for good.
My eyes drifted open to see a white room. Not that a white room is out of the ordinary or anything, but it was the location that made it special. My eyes soaked in all of the information at my disposal at once, the pale blue curtained window, the chairs that lined the wall to the right of me, a door just creeping outside my peripheral vision, but what was most concerning was the people and machinery in the room. I immediately felt a sting run up my spine a few second after I was fully conscious and aware of my surroundings, and I realized that I was hooked up to an IV system, and I could hear the monotonous beeping of a heart monitor. There was also numerous types of hospital equipment and tools lying around the room. My eyes drifted to see my worried parents faces buried in their hands, and my sister in my mother's lap. My eyes drifted further beyond them, and I saw my friends Danny, Fred & Eliza sitting into two seats parallel to the window beside it. There was a nurse typing away at a computer somewhere beyond my sight, and I could see a police officer leaning beside the doorway, his eyes closed but still aware and his arms crossed. My entire body felt numb, but also itchy, and I had a breathing respirator strapped over my mouth and nose. I could feel I was wearing a hospital patient shirt as well.
With a monotone beep from the heart monitor that sounded off a different pitch than the others, I heard a delighted "Huh, oh!" Ans then a swivel chair wheel around and someone exit that chair. Soon, I saw a man in a nurse outfit enter my view. "Heh. Look who's awake," he said.
"Am I in a hospital?" I said quietly, low on energy. He smiled, though I couldn't see behind his hospital mask and gave me and thumbs up. Just then my parents and friends came swarming over me, my mom holding my little sis in her arms with tears sweltering from her eyes. My little sister seemed to respond to all these emotions by turning her head a mild purple and expanding it, squeezing her fists. "Oh, honey, you had me so worried. Don't you ever do something like that again you hear me!" she said, her compassion turning into anger quickly, a hot flash of anger forcing its way across her face. But then, happiness did seem to splay across her face. "But... I'm also proud of you. You acted like a real hero back there, as much as I hated watching it," she said with a smile, her head slightly expanding and turning a mellow gold. "You helped protect and save a child. I'm glad you have such heroism in you. But, kid, you can't do that. I thought your mom would inflate so much her head would blow off. We were all petrified," my dad calmly said.
I then looked over to my three friends. "Where's... ugh... Carter?" I asked, sitting up in my hospital bed, much to the chagrin of the nurse. "He couldn't be here today," Fred answered, his iced hair glistening in the light. "Hey man, what are you crazy? When we heard the news, we were worried out of the heck for you. But you know, everyone at school's been talking about you lately. Some think you might become a pro to be honest. I say they're crazy but whatever," he said, smirking, also playfully punching me in the arm but not enough to where it would do anything. I then looked at Eliza, who looked like she was on the verge of tears. "Eliza, are you ok?" I asked with a melancholy face. "Yeah, I'm fine, faux hero," she said, smiling at me when she said that. Those words hit me like a truck.
After a while of talking with everyone, the chief of police for my area suddenly barged into the conversation, and said, "I'm woefully sorry to intrude, but I would like to talk to him myself," he said. Everyone backed away, but then he shook his head. "Alone." Slowly, one by one, everyone except the nurse filed out of the room, and a middle-aged man with blond hair in a suit and police cap approached me and kneeled down beside the bed.
Somewhere in Musutafu, Japan...
In a plain looking room with trinkets, toys, posters and decorations strewn everywhere, Midoriya sheepishly snores his lethargy away, his bags slowly fading as he takes a long rest. His arm lamely hangs off the side of his bed and drools slips of his mouth and onto his blue, crumpled covers. The clock on the wall parallel to the headrest of his bed ticks away slowly but surely, and his computer gives off a faint glow onto his desk, a video of All-Might awaiting the click to replay. His TV parallel to the bed frame gives off a large glow, a box with a gray X-Ed out audio sign centered at the top of the display, muting the audio of the TV.
The TV shows the news broadcast of a man with a large horn on his head, a woman, and another older man talking about something, before flipping to show what appeared to be a villain made of a viscous green slime or goo, holding a hot-headed boy with spiky blonde hair hostage around flames. Suddenly, the camera angle cuts to another boy... Midoriya, running towards the hostage, throwing his backpack at him and clawing at his sludge. The feed cuts back to the news station crew, and there facial expressions show this wasn't recent, and in fact a while ago.
Suddenly, Midoriya tosses over to his side, knocking the remote on his bed over and sending it to the floor, where it landed just right to change channels and unmute the television. 「ニュース速報：要約！6週間前、世界中の何百人もの死傷者、死亡、数百万ドルの物的損害の背後にある悪役:メイソン・エズラ・バロー;悪役名:バロー;風変わり者:測定は、大暴れで止まり、インドのバンガロールで拘留され、そこで彼は地球上で最も高いセキュリティ悪役刑務所に運ばれました:タルタロスは、ここ日本で、彼が死刑囚監房に置かれるように国際裁判を待っています。」 - ("Breaking News: Recap! Six weeks ago, the villain behind hundreds of casualties, deaths and millions of dollars of property damage across the world: Mason Ezra Barough; Villain Name: Barough; Quirk: Measurement, stopped on a rampage and detained in Bangalore, India, where he was then transported to the highest security villain prison on Earth: Tartarus, here in Japan, awaiting International Trial as he is set to be placed in death row.") - the reporter explained. As she went into more detail, pictures and videos of the damage he'd caused over the years flashed across the screen, and then finally, a darkened photo of Barough in chains rose to the surface. A single purple eye, driven to a bloodshot insanity, shone in the darkness.
After everyone left and he heard their footsteps disappear down the hall, he looked directly at me. "Ok, so let me just get this straight first," he braced. "Is there something wrong with your head?! The injuries you sustained were bad, but they could've been much worse! There was no need to put your own life on the line like that! There's a reason the occupation of 'Pro Hero' exists; they are the ones to risk their lives for others' sakes! But you...!" he berated me fiercely, causing me to wince from his yells and the additional pressure of talking to the chief of police. He sat up for a moment and sighed, putting his fingers around his nose and closing his eyes.
"Let's start over. I am Tyrone Colster, chief of the police force for this county. Your name?" he said in a much more calming tone. I was a bit hesitant at first to speak to him after the flurry of words that felt like punches to the face he'd just sent at me, but after a moment I eventually said, "Kyle," weakly. "I just want to say that I am quite proud of you, Kyle" he says warmly, catching me off guard almost immediately. "Wait, weren't you jus-" I weakly stated before being barked at. "Don't interrupt me, son!" making me flinch. "As I was saying, I really am quite proud of you, young man. You may have done something you had no reason to do, but... you did manage to protect a life," he said. Those last few words hit me like a truck.
"I'm afraid that if you hadn't responded any sooner with your quirk, than the whole back section of the building would have collapsed," he stated bluntly. "What, but I thought... erk..." I grunted painfully. "Yes, yes, you thought you only had prevented that small piece of flooring from caving in on you, yes? Well, it turns out, your quirk, whatever it is, supported the entire back section of the building with ease," he stated, scratching his beard. If my mouth could have dropped to the floor at that moment, it would have. 'How in the world did I do that? For sure I would've fallen unconscious way quicker if I really did do something like that. Oh, just thinking about it makes my head spin," I said to myself in thought. "However, you see, ordinary citizens aren't allowed to use their quirks to such an extent, even more so than in countries such as Japan where the crime rate is much lower and regulations are much looser, but because of the United States high crime rate, we have to enforce these rules with extra consequences. Under normal circumstances, your parents would be fined a substantial amount for something like this," the chief explained, my eyes widening in fear and stupidity, my soul dying inside at the realization of costing my parents a large fine and hospital fees.
"B-but-!" I exclaimed before being cut off. "What have I told you about interrupting me while I'm speaking to you!" he yelled, this time only making me close my eyes for a moment. "Kids these days need to mind their manners," he grumbles to himself angrily. "As I was saying... however, after we saw how grateful the family of that poor girl was for your assistance, and even obliged to pay for both medical fees and police fines... we decided to waive all charges," he said, a small smile forming. My breath that I didn't even know I was holding finally come out in a long, heavy sigh of relief. "Thank you, sir," I responded in gratitude. "However, there is still a downside to all this. A Pro Hero local to the Dayton City area came by and fixed up both yours and the girl's injuries, using his Quirk: 'Healing Bandages' to resolve your lacerations and burns. Though, I'm afraid that once the bandages dissolve and everything grows back and heals, both of your skin's melanin contents will be permanently drained in those areas. He and the nurse couldn't do anything about your broken leg however, so you'll need time for that to heal," he said. "I, thank you for everything sir. You too, nurse," I thanked warmly with a smile.
Back to the Present...
I opened my mouth for a moment, trying to answer her question, but... nothing came out for a moment. I looked to my side, and I stood there, overwhelmed. Eliza sat there, patiently. I looked back up with dead set eyes after about 10 seconds and said to her, "I guess I want to be someone who can help somebody that can't help themselves and bring light to their life. I want to not be under pressure by the laws and restrictions in general to be honest, as to not worry anyone, and most importantly, I want to make sure nobody ever has to go through something as heart-wrenching as I did," I explain confidently, shifting in place a few moments, slightly embarrassed. Me and her sat in silence for a few moments, she finally said:
"I see." We looked at each other for a moment once more, and she said, "Well, I guess I'll see you around until that training exercise. Hope you do well! I'll be rooting for you!" she cheered me on. "Thanks!" I yelled back at her as she walked in the direction of her house. Without a second thought, I popped in my earbuds and began listening to my music, though I didn't realize Eliza staring back at me.
A Few Weeks Later...
The room was engulfed in darkness as my eyes opened, the only light in the room dimly reaching through the blinds as the sun rose through the morning. There was a quaint chirp and trill in the darkness, followed by spinning and finally rest near my leg. Suddenly, the sound of clicking caused me to rise from my slumbering position and then my eyes were greeted by the small night light in the hallway shining into the room, outlining someone standing in my doorway as it creaked open. The light to my room flicked on, and there was my stepmother. I rubbed my eyes as my cat stretched her legs and hopped off my bed, walking out of the opening created by my stepmom.
"Mom?" I groggily said. "Kyle, you need to eat breakfast before we head to the airport. Come on," she said motioning for me to get out of bed and come downstairs. At first, I was confused, but then I remembered... HETAC.
A week after the Restaurant Incident...
"Are you sure you want to do this?" my mother asked, somber eyes and a frown spread across her face. "Yes, I'm sure," I said, with a straight face, leaning on my crutches in the chair of my room. "I just don't want you to get hurt, son..." she said wiping away tears in her eyes. "I know... but I'll be fine," I said warmly, smiling to her. "Well, kid, if you really want to become a Pro Hero, then you need to sign up for a high school that has a hero course in it. Maybe that high school in Orlando would be a good option for you if you want to go through with this," my dad said with a sigh. "Now, Herman, we should think about this more before we-" my stepmother said before I cut her off, bracing myself for their reaction.
"But the thing is... I would like to go to U.A," I said in embarrassment, rubbing the back of my neck with my free hand. Shock spread across their faces.
"I think that if you want to U.A High School, we should sign you up for some sort of foreign exchange program where you can learn Japanese culture and literacy, but also hone your quirk and your academic studies. So, you need to stay at the top of your game. We'll be rooting for you out there, Kyle" my dad's word echoed in the back of my mind as I signed a HETAC U.A application form.
Present Day
"Wait, you mean the HETAC form?" I said, my eyes glistening with hope. "Yes, they accepted your application, now come and eat your breakfast, you need to be in the car in 15 minutes," she said, urging me to come downstairs with her. I chuckled out loud and smiled happily. "Alright!" I yelled in excitement. "Shhh, your sister's still sleeping!" she said, hushing my excitement.
Post-Story Author's Notes:
And there you have it, that is the first chapter of "The Journey to Become a Hero". If you liked it, have any comments, reviews, criticisms, questions or suggestions, feel free to let me know. I'm open to constructive criticism. Now, just to say it, I'm going to be doing a kind of "Pre-Season 1" Arc for my character, like a prologue of sorts, so you're going to have to hold off on the good stuff for now. I will also be following the main storyline (that includes the movies) as well, but I'm going to put my own spin on a lot of things, it won't just be the story but with an extra character. Also, just to clear up any confusion, all of the Japanese parts are off Google Translate, so for anyone who can read that, sorry if it's incorrect or inaccurate. My update schedule can be very sporadic, so sorry if I don't update for months on end. Alright, ima just leave you to it, I guess.
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Kyle will have to go across the country to California and spend his final day outside of the HETAC facility with his dad. Buried memories and unspoken truths are uttered as Kyle breaks down from his dark memories. And, even then, all the while evil brews in the shadows.
Next Time HETAC
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Kyle Trebor: [Secret]
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I mean, you heard the man, I ain't telling you. But I'm sure you probably already have a pretty good idea of it to be honest.
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Eliza: [Secret]
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This one's going to remain a complete secret for now.
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All-Might (Toshinori Yagi): One For All
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One For All is a transferable Quirk that can be passed on from one user to the next. Its name comes from its nature; being 'one' Quirk for 'all' people. In order for the Quirk to be transferred, the recipient must ingest a sample of the predecessor's DNA (ex. a strand of hair or a drop of blood).
The origin of One For All is itself a powerful will that refused to submit to All For One. For this reason, One For All cannot be stolen by any means. In order for the Quirk to be transferred, the current owner must freely choose to transfer it. However, it can be forcibly given, as the recipient doesn't have to agree to anything. Since One For All can't be forcibly taken, it is one of the only Quirks that can be used in combat against All For One, as any user of All For One would simply be able to steal most other Quirks.
One For All also allows the user to stockpile an enormous amount of raw power, allowing them to significantly enhance all of their physical abilities to a superhuman level. This results in unbelievable levels of strength, speed, agility, and durability.
The user can focus the stockpiled power into a single body part, or spread the power evenly throughout their body, although, focusing the power puts a greater strain on the part of the body where the power is focused. The user is also able to control the percentage of the power that they activate. One For All can even grant the user an exceptional strength boost to their given Quirk if they have one.
One For All draws power from the cries of help of those in need, as they are like a direct order to the user.
One For All also seems to alter the user's appearance in different ways. For All Might, it significantly enlarges his muscles and overall body mass to make him look like a completely different person, similar to a giant. It is unknown what the usage appearance of One For All looked like for its previous handlers, however.
One For All itself can be duplicated, but since it is an accumulation-type Quirk, the power stored inside cannot be duplicated.
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Midoriya: Quirkless
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Shigaraki: Decay
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Decay allows the user to destroy anything or anyone their hands touch, making it crumble to dust. It is the result of a rare mutation that no one was aware of before it manifested.
Whether the target is organic or not, Decay will work without fail. As such, this Quirk is extremely lethal against living beings, having their flesh rot away if hit by it. The speed of the disintegration has developed from slow to almost immediate, eventually spreading through their whole body if a victim doesn't amputate the decaying body part.
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Tyrone Colster: Gas Lab
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By either injecting a gaseous substance into his body or consuming chemical compounds and forming them into a gas or states of matter that can form into gasses, Colster can then eject these gasses out of his body through any orifices, (mouth, eyes, ears, micro tears, etc.) on the body.
Multiple gaseous substances can be stored in his body at once as well.
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Herman Trebor: Mindscape
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Grant's Kyle's dad the ability of Telekinesis & Telepathy.
This allows him to manipulate matter or energy with his mind, some examples being freezing something in the air, pulling a remote into your hand from across a room, or lifting something in the air. However, extended, repeated or overexerted usage can cause extreme migraines and nosebleeds as well as convulsions in the area he attempted to manipulate the telekinetic energy from, such as the arm.
He can also use telepathy to read or transfer thoughts between himself and others freely.
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Erika Trebor: Airhead
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Her head will inflate and deflate with her breathing patterns, becoming more inflated or deflated the more or less she breaths in and out.
During times of heavy emotion, her skin will change color to represent that emotion. Examples would be red for anger or rage, purple for fear, white for shocked or petrified, brown for disappointed.
Excretion of bodily fluids such as tears, blood or sweat will cause her inflatable head to inflate and deflate at a much faster rate than normal.
In theory, if her head inflates enough, she may even be able to float off the ground.
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Carter: Stegosaurus
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Carter's quirk gives him the abilities, traits, features, and adaptations of a stegosaurus.
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Danny: Blueprint
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Danny's Quirk: Blueprint, allows him to touch someone or something and know everything about them. When touching something, he will know the makeup of the object, its function, the history of the object, how to make the object, where it came from, etc. Meanwhile, touching a living thing will allow him to know their entire life story, the anatomy of their body, their weaknesses, thoughts, emotions, Quirk, memories, etc.
He can also search for specific things and ignore the rest.
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Fred: Icicle Hair
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Simply hair constructed of flexible ice that doesn't melt.
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Saved Girl: Quirkless
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