So, there's a thing I do on my Gamer Of The Multiverse Story, and that's where I respond to reviews/comments from different websites (except Wattpad, no offence but I can respond to those directly, which makes it easier. On other sites, not so much) so here's me doing that.
[Response to reviews/comments]
(Ao3) Andrew_Mack: Well, here's more! Hope you like it.
(Ao3) Not_So_Dark_One: I mean, most Isekai's start with the protagonist getting Truck-Kun'd. Although I don't think I've seen it quite like how they did it in TTIGRAAS with the magical system thing talking to the user before they arrive in the world.
D1n0s: Uh… dude, I can't tell if you meant for there to be a "don't" in that sentence, but uh… this is not one of those stories. It was an off-handed joke, nothing more. Aside from that, The overpowered-ness is to be expected, so don't worry about that. But if you think for even a second that there won't be build-up and character growth and all that stuff then you clearly have never read any of my fics.
(Guest) OwO: Nice username. Thank you for the kind words "child."
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[-Ch. 1: New Horizons-]
Tanner felt weak. Uncharacteristically so. Don't get the guy wrong, as much of a string bean as he was, he at least felt like he could stand up properly without getting dizzy. But this was different. He felt… lost. And that was weird, considering he had known where he was… right? He had a… gap in his memory. One minute he was crossing the road to get to the bus station, and the next he was….
Actually, where was he?
The blond-haired boy got his eyes to work after a few seconds of trial and error before he realized that he had been… laying down in some sort of bed. A cot, to be exact. It had a metal frame, with a very, very shitty mattress, as far as he had been concerned, anyway. His head spun when he looked up at the ceiling of whatever building he had been in.
As he looked around the place he had been in, he noticed that he wasn't the only person to be laying down in this room. He had been tossed in with what could only have been described as a small army of pre-pubescent children, all of which looked no older than five years old.
"What the hell?" Tanner thought, before looking down at his own hands, and realizing they looked a bit too small, even compared to before he had woken up. And… his arms looked pudgier—but not fat, more like… baby fat. He had lost all of his already, so what was it doing back? No, scratch that, how was it back?
He needed answers, now. So, without delay, Tanner scrambled his way to wherever a bathroom could be located, only for him to realize that he had no idea where he was right now. He continued to run aimlessly, finding himself short of breath quicker than he had been used to. And was it just him, or did these hallways seem a million times longer than they had any right to be?
By the time he had made it to a room, he could barely reach the door handle, which only made the growing dread in his stomach grow more and more, as the answer he was slowly starting to actualize in his head was becoming more and more true by the second.
Using all the strength he could, Tanner climbed the sink counter using his piss-poor grip strength and upper body strength, kneeling on the edge of the sink and staring down a round-faced, red-eyed, golden blond-haired child. He was wearing smaller versions of his clothes from when he was walking to school, the same Green Day shirt, the same sky-blue jeans, just way smaller than he had been wearing previously.
The longer he stared at the reflection, and the longer he looked at himself in the mirror, the wider his eyes got.
No…
No….!
This couldn't be happening!
There was no fucking way this was happening!
This had to be a dream. It had to be!
Tanner clasped his left cheek, watching the reflection copy his movements. "What the…." Tanner muttered, his voice being way higher pitched than he was used to it being. Just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, Tanner pulled the same cheek he had been caressing, only for a sharp jolt of pain to flash through his body. This caused him to fall off the sink, and land on the floor on his rump.
That confirmed it. The voice he had been hearing in the back of his head just a few moments ago…. And then….
Then it all came flooding back like an unwanted memory.
His friend waving at him to move out of the way.
The uncontrollable truck running him over.
The searing pain of being run over.
He cried. He cried at everything that he had lost, cried at the fact that he had lost his mother, his father, his sister, his friends, everything. His eyes burned with anger, regret, all of it. His life had been violently torn away, all because some jackass couldn't control his fucking vehicle! And now he was stuck in this new body, in the middle of some random building, with the appearance of a child!
And just when his problems couldn't get any worse, when he had finally calmed down, reigning in his emotions just a little bit, when he looked over to the doorway, instead of seeing a doorway, he saw a person looming over him. The person in question was a woman, who looked to be in her early 20s. She had long flowing green hair that reached her knees, and she was wearing what appeared to be a white nightgown that stopped around her thighs.
Whereas this would feel like a normal encounter, because of his small stature, he thought a giant had been looming over him, looking down at him as if he were a midnight snack. And the piercing green emerald eyes didn't do much to help the situation, either.
His eyes widened upon seeing the lady, causing him to reflexively scramble back against the bathroom wall, tucking his legs into his chest as his breathing became ragged. So many confusing thoughts were running through his brain at a mile a minute. He was thrust into this situation with no idea as to what it was that was going on. Was he reincarnated? Was this the afterlife? Was he in heaven? Was heaven a random building with other children? Had his mother's stupid book been lying to him this whole time?!
The woman approached him, and he curled up into a tighter ball. "Please, please just go away! Leave me alone!" Tanner cried out in his thoughts, too confused or hurt to speak them. He didn't want to hear that squeaky voice again, because he was hoping and praying this was all some horrible coma-ridden dream he was having.
The woman knelt down to his level and gave him a concerned look. "Oh, my… are you alright?" The woman asked, her voice coming out in a kind and caring tone. Tanner swallowed, looking up at the woman before him. With her being so close to him now, he could make out how she had a scar just underneath her left lip, and that she looked exhausted beyond belief. The woman had probably been trying to sleep, and his falling over from standing atop the sink most likely might've woken her up.
But then, he noticed something, off about this encounter. As the words flowed through his ears, he recognized the language to be not of his own. This wasn't English. This was Japanese, he could tell because, well, it didn't sound like English, not even in the slightest. And yet, he was able to understand it perfectly. He shouldn't have been able to, seeing as he never took a single Japanese class, or tried out that stupid Duolingo app, either.
But then, as he thought more about how his knowing Japanese made no sense to him at all whatsoever, a sense of dread, but also slight excitement and amusement washed over him.
"Wait a minute…" Tanner thought, thinking back to just before he had been run over. As much as that had been a painful thought, he remembered how a voice had told him he had gained a new "skill" that allowed him to speak, read, and understand Japanese perfectly, along with English.
Slowly, he was beginning to put two and two together, and slowly, the picture was beginning to become clearer and clearer.
There was absolutely no way this was happening. He always thought it was nothing but fictional, but… it was the only thing that made sense! Even if it seemed outlandish, even if it seemed like a bunch of bogus bullshit, it was quite obvious as to what was going on.
"I got fucking Isekai'd!" Tanner thought, beads of sweat dripping down his face. As he stared up at the green-haired woman, he tried his damndest to not let his shock and surprise to show, but it failed. The lady grabbed him gently by the wrist and helped him up to his feet.
"Come now, let's get you back to bed," the woman said, leading him out of the bathroom and back to the hallway with all the other sleeping children. It was only then that he realized that there had been a door separating the massive hall-like room, and the hallway that led him to the bathroom. The door was just unlocked, which would explain why the hallway felt so long….
Or it could've just been that he was small. Either way, the explanation made sense.
As Tanner sat back down in his bed and was tucked in by the woman, as he placed his head on the pillow, he heard the off comment that the caretaker made, and it chilled him to his core. Not because of what she said, but because of the implications behind it.
"…poor boy doesn't even have a name… hope we find whoever his parents are soon, otherwise, we'll have to document him as an orphan… Who leaves a young child in an alleyway all by themselves…."
"This body doesn't have a name? Was it because I only just spawned into this world? And… why the hell am I a child?! More importantly… what kind of world is this?" Tanner thought as he sighed. "Whatever, I guess it can wait until morning…." And with that, Tanner drifted off to sleep.
[-The Next Morning-]
When Tanner reawoke, he did so in a cold sweat, hyperventilating as he patted himself down. He felt his rounder-than-normal face, saw his pudgy hands, and sighed. "So, it wasn't just a bad dream… damn it!" Tanner thought, balling his tiny hands into pudgy fists. Damn it all! Of course, it wasn't a dream. Why did he ever think it would be?
Maybe, in the back of his mind, he hoped that he was just having a really bad, really realistic feeling dream—because he didn't want to believe that he had died. And yet, here he was, now in this new world in a new body with apparently no name assigned to him.
Wait, was he a boy? He had to check! Oh god if he wasn't a him Tanner was going to freak out! Looking down at his pants, he sighed a breath of relief. He had seen far too many Isekai shows that put a male character in a female body—Tanya The Evil being one of them. Looking around him, he saw a few of the other children waking up, and what he saw made his jaw hit the proverbial floor.
Kids with horns, kids with snakes for hair, kids with multi-coloured eyes, kids with fangs, and a kid with a literal horse head.
"No. Fucking. Way." Tanner thought as he looked down at his hands. He had to try something. "Oi, mysterious voice, are you still there?"
[-Acknowledged-]
"Holy shit…." Tanner muttered, looking at everyone with an open mouths. Not only was he Isekai'd and reincarnated into an orphan child's body, but he was in the world of My Hero Academia! It was like all of his thoughts before he had been run over came true!
Which meant….
"Devour…." Tanner muttered, sticking his hand in front of him, as a tiny pair of jaws formed around his hand, made of nothing but pitch-black darkness. It didn't go anywhere, seeing as it wasn't pointed at anything in particular, and eventually faded away into nothingness. A frown formed on his visage, as he was a little bit depressed at seeing his newfound power. "Damn… that actually kind of sucked…. Why is it like that?"
[-Question heard… Answer: It is due to your young age, and lack of usage. Your Unique Skill: Devour is only as powerful as you are both mentally and physically. On top of this, you haven't used it at all, meaning that it can only devour small things for the time being. The more you use your skill, the stronger it will become-]
Tanner chewed the inside of his lip, before shrugging. It made sense. Although, the interesting tidbit was that he was only bound by his physical limit and mentality. He found it kind of unfair because Rimeru didn't have to deal with that kind of nonsense. Though he assumed it had to do with the fact that Rimeru was a slime, and he was not.
"Alright children, time for breakfast!" The sound of a young woman's voice called out to everyone, as Tanner looked in the direction of the doorway. Instead of being greeted by the young-looking green-haired lady who he had met last night—met being a strong word—he was greeted by a white and red-haired girl with snow-white skin. She looked to be around 12, maybe 14 years old if he was stretching it.
She was wearing a pair of knee-high shorts, and a button-up shirt adorned. She looked way too young to be in a building full of little kids and acting like an adult, seeing as she looked like a kid herself. It just felt… odd.
The more she looked at him, the more she reminded him of a younger Rebecca.
That… hurt him. The only thing difference between this girl and Rebecca was that this girl had red in her hair, and blue eyes. He bit back tears, wiping at his eyes, as the girl walked over to him. "Oh, you're new here! Hiya there kiddo! What's your name?" The girl asked as Tanner glanced at her, avoiding eye contact.
"Tanner…." The blond replied as the girl smiled.
"Nice to meet you, Tanner! My name's Fuyumi, but you can call me Ms. Todoroki, okay?"
"Todoroki? As in Shoto Todoroki?" Tanner thought, biting his lip, before nodding. "O-Okay, Ms. Todoroki… Um… where's that green-haired lady?" Tanner asked as Ms. Todoroki tilted her head.
"Green hair… oh! Do you mean Missus Tadakami? Oh, she's busy at the moment. But she'll be seeing you soon. You are a new arrival at the orphanage, so she's going to be asking you some questions after breakfast. She's suuuppppeerrr nice!" Ms. Todoroki said, pulling back before gesturing him to follow. "C'mon! Let's get you something to eat! You look like you're hungry!"
Just before he could verbally decline, seeing as he wanted to be left alone to think, his stomach interrupted him by violently grumbling. Ms. Todoroki smiled, grabbing him by the wrist and taking him off of his bed. He didn't want to be taken off of his bed, but then again, he wasn't given a chance to decline.
The more that he looked at Ms. Todoroki, the more he began to realize that there was no way she was older than 12 years old. And, if she was a Todoroki, then that meant she had a family. That much he knew. So why the hell was she here? Did she like to help out? Was she Shoto Todoroki's sister? She had to be because Shoto's mom was named Rei, not Fuyumi.
He wasn't given much time to think, as she had led him to what appeared to be a mess hall and sat him down next to a black-haired boy with pale blue eyes. The boy looked at him as if he was an alien, though not in the "your gross" kind of way, but more "whoa who are you" kind of way. Then, Ms. Todoroki put a plate of pancakes in front of him, along with a pair of utensils, and as he breathed in, his mouth watered.
"Okay everyone, see you around, I gotta go!" Ms. Todoroki called out, as the entire mess hall erupted with a single phrase, irritating Tanner's ears.
"BYE TODOROKI-SAN!"
"Todoroki-san? But, why did she want me to call her Ms. Todoroki? OH! Wait a minute it's because I'm a Foreigner. Duh! Why didn't I clue into that earlier!"
"So, who're you?" The boy with black hair asked, as Tanner flinched, not used to hearing such a young voice speaking to him. He was so used to hanging around kids his… previous age that he knew stuff like this was going to bug him as time went on. Tanner spared the boy a passing glance, as he cut into his pancake, took a bite, chewed then swallowed, before responding.
"Tanner…. Tanner Hemmingway," the blond responded as the black-haired boy raised an eyebrow.
"Tanner… Hem…Hemnningway?" The boy repeated, fumbling a little bit with his last name, which was to be expected. It was a foreign name to the kid, so he couldn't fault him. Hell, even some of his previous classmates—which goddamn was that a weird thing to think about—had a hard time pronouncing it because of how old-fashioned the name was. "Hmm… I'm gonna call you Tan-kun instead! Hem… Heming… blah, the big name is too hard to pronounce! You're Tan-kun from now on!"
Tanner blinked, once again biting his tongue and stopping himself from lashing out based on how stupid that name was. To be fair to him, he was used to American culture, not Japanese. He was going to have to figure all this stuff out as time went on, which was going to be a total struggle and a half.
"Hmm… fine," Tanner mumbled, taking another bite of his pancake. "So, uh…" he said in-between bites before swallowing. "What's your name?" Tanner asked as the boy frowned, looking at his food. This made the blond raise an eyebrow, but eventually, after a few seconds, the boy spoke up.
"Atsushi…. Atsushi Tamagotori."
Tanner was confused. Was that name supposed to mean something to him? The blond-haired boy honestly didn't know what it was Atsushi had done wrong to make him so… skittish about saying his name, so he pressed. "Why'd you clam up when you had to say your name?"
Then, from across the table, some little girl spoke out and answered his question with finality. "BECAUSE HE'S THE SON OF A VILLAIN!"
Atsushi cringed into himself when it was blurted out, as Tanner stared at the floor. So that was why the boy was so skittish. He was the son of someone considered evil. "Damn… that blows," Tanner thought, before shrugging. "Why does that matter?" The boy asked as Atsushi blinked.
"Huh?"
"Why does that matter?" Tanner repeated, giving Atsushi a deadpanned stare. "Have you done something wrong?"
Atsushi fumbled with his speech but responded. "N-No…. I don't think so…."
"Then it's whatever," Tanner replied as he went back to his pancakes. Unbeknownst to Tanner, Atsushi didn't stop staring at him for the rest of the breakfast period, because of the words he spoke to him. He had been the first person to have treated him with any kind of kindness, and despite knowing that his father was a villain, the boy simply didn't care.
And that meant a lot to Atsushi.
[-Later that day, after breakfast-]
Just like Ms. Todoroki had said, after breakfast, Ms. Tadakami came to talk to him and requested they head to her office. The room in question was small, with an empty wooden desk in the center, and behind which was a four-wheeled black office chair. There was a large window just behind the chair, with a purple curtain draped over the windows.
Next to the window, on either side of the window, were two potted bush-like plants. Off to the right was a filing cabinet, and just behind where he was currently sitting, which was in front of Ms. Tadakami, had been a coat hanger.
Then, there was the person who had come in with them. Next to her was a boy, who was holding a clipboard. He was around the age of 14, maybe 15 if Tanner was as good at guessing as he had assumed himself to be. He had jet-black hair, golden yellow eyes, and a pair of black gloves on his hands. He also wore a medical mask for some reason or another, and he was dressed in a black shirt with green shorts.
As for Ms. Tadakami, she had her hair done up in a bun, and she was wearing a pair of thin-framed glasses. She was dressed in a white v-neck short-sleeved shirt, and from what he saw a few moments ago before she sat down, a black high business skirt, with black stockings and red shoes.
"Good morning, young man. Now, I know this might be sudden, but I wanted to ask you a few questions so I can put you on file. Since you'll be staying with us for the foreseeable future, it would be good to know your name, and as much about yourself as possible. Do you think you can do that?"
Tanner nodded silently, as the woman smiled. "Alright! Now, Chisaki, I want you to write down everything, alright?" Ms. Tadakami asked as the boy grunted.
"Yes, ma'am," the boy replied as Ms. Tadakami clapped her hands together.
"Perfect! Now, start by telling us your name, little guy."
Tanner looked down at the floor, still unable to make eye contact. He was still way out of his depth right now. He so did not want to be answering questions right now. He was still confused as to why he was there. The only thing that he understood was that he had been isekai'd to the world of My Hero Academia, and he had gotten a similar power to Rimeru's Predator skill, and Analysis skill.
"Wait, I do have the Analysis Skill, right?" Tanner thought as the robotic voice in the back of his head replied to his question.
[-Question heard… Answer: Yes, Tanner Hemmingway, you have the Skill: Analysis-]
Tanner sighed in relief, before clearing his throat. He might as well get this over and done with. "My name's… Tanner Hemmingway." Tanner replied as the woman nodded.
"Hmm… and, by any chance, do you happen to have a Japanese name that we can refer to you as? Not to be rude, Tanner, but… a lot of kids might make fun of you for your appearance, let alone your name," Ms. Tadakami replied as Tanner shook his head in silence. "I see…. In that case, would you like a Japanese name?"
Tanner shook his head again. He quite liked his name, thank you very much. Besides, it was the last thing that he had of his home… and of his family. He'd be damned if he just threw it away just to fit in with everyone else. Ms. Tadakami nodded. "Alright then, but if that's the case, I don't want to hear anything about you being bullied for your name, alright? You brought this upon yourself."
Tanner wanted to snap back, but the last thing he wanted was to get in trouble on his first day in this new world. So, he silently nodded in return. The boy behind her, Chisaki, wrote down the information on the clipboard, before nodding. This prompted Ms. Tadakami to continue. "Now then, you look old enough to have awakened a Quirk. What's yours, Tanner?"
"Devour & Analysis," Tanner immediately replied. Ms. Tadakami raised an eyebrow, as Tanner faltered for a moment, before giving a very basic explanation. "I, uh… have this black stuff that forms around my arm. Like a mouth. Anything that it, er… devours, my brain analyzes so that it can turn it into something I can use… That's how my… mom described it to me."
Ms. Tadakami hummed, as Chisaki wrote that down. Interestingly, Chisaki glanced at him a couple of times as he wrote down the information, the gleam in his eyes filled with fascination. Once Chisaki was done writing down the information, he clicked his pen, signalling to Ms. Tadakami to continue the questions.
"Speaking of your parents. Do you know where they are? And why they left you in an alleyway?" Ms. Tadakami asked as Tanner's heart broke into a million little pieces.
He didn't want to think about it. Why was everyone bringing it up?! It hurt to think about losing his family!
He didn't want this!
He didn't want to be ripped away from them!
He just wanted to go home!
He always wondered why Isekai protagonists were so nonchalant about losing literally everything and moving on as if nothing happened! It was so stupid! Why couldn't he feel the same way?! Why did he have to lose everything?! WHY HIM!?
Unbeknownst to him, he had begun hyperventilating, which made Ms. Tadakami stand up and kneel before him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Chisaki looked over at the two with a little bit of concern, but not enough so that he'd go over to check it out.
"Tanner, look at me," Ms. Tadakami spoke, as his eyes, as dilated as they were, focused on her eyes. There was a calming gleam in them. It reminded him of his mother….
He teared up, and before he knew it, he started to cry. He hugged Ms. Tadakami, who embraced him. "It's okay, Tanner. Everything will be alright… I'm sorry for asking…." Even though the words were reassuring, it didn't stop Tanner from crying. It didn't stop Tanner from feeling like shit. It didn't make him feel any better. He doubted he'd feel better about it anytime soon.
After a while, Tanner was able to get control of himself, slumping off of the poor woman. "Alright, Tanner. How about you go hang out with the other kids? I'll ask the rest of the questions later, okay?" Ms. Tadakami said as Tanner sniffled, wiping his nose with a tissue that she gave him. The boy nodded, getting off of the chair, and putting the tissue in the garbage can just next to the door to Ms. Tadakami's office.
When he left the office, just before he went to go look for the other kids and go play with them, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Tanner looked over his shoulder and saw Chisaki. "Hey, before you go, I just wanted to ask you something," Chisaki said as Tanner raised an eyebrow.
"Uh… sure?" Tanner said as Chisaki hummed.
"At 12:30, my gramps is going to pick me up. Before you ask, I work here part-time. I want him to meet you. You seem interesting, and if you tell him about your Quirk, he might adopt you. I hate seeing people like you with such potential get swept away into the system. You might just be the kind of kid we need."
And with that ominous statement, Chisaki left. The more he looked at him, the more he was beginning to think that Chisaki was a little older than he appeared. Maybe he was 16, or even 17 instead of 14 to 15. He honestly couldn't tell.
And that tidbit about him "being the kind of kid they needed." What the hell was that supposed to mean?
Whatever. He wasn't all too interested to find out what that meant. He just wanted a distraction from his current circumstances. Maybe he could go find Atsushi and hang out with him? He seemed like a nice guy, after all.
And so, off he went.
[-Meanwhile-]
Kai Chisaki had been working at this orphanage for what felt like years, even though he had only been working there for a month. This on top of cramming for high school, and looking after a bunch of rowdy, uncivilized children, had been stressing him out. To make things even better, it was his old orphanage he had lived in for as long as he could remember before gramps had adopted him a decade ago.
His gramps had asked him to work there to see if he could find someone else that he could add to the family. Kai didn't understand why he wanted to do that, but he had to assume it had something to do with making the Shie Hissaikai stronger. Granted, his gramps wanted him to forget the Shie Hissaikai completely, and focus on his own, separate passion.
Unfortunatly for his gramps, Kai didn't have any other passion. He wanted to help his gramps as much as possible, as a way to repay him for adopting him. In his mind, adding someone else to the family and making gramps have to work extra hard was something he just could not allow!
But then along came a blond-haired gaijin with a backstory similar to his own. Parents who, most likely, abandoned him as well, with a Quirk that could be considered villainous, with no friends or anyone to talk to because he was so different from everyone else. He saw the looks everyone was giving him as he went to go speak with Tadakami-san—they were all going to treat him like an outcast among outcasts, much like how he had been treated.
It touched Kai's heart, and as he thought more about it, he realized what had to be done. He wasn't going to let a kid with such potential go to waste, and nor was he going to have that kid be ostracized for simply being different, much like he was.
But, here came the kicker. How was he going to convince gramps that this gaijin was the one to add to the family? Sure, his gramps had no problems with gaijins. After all, he was part of the generation that saw the most gaijins enter Japan and some even decided to permanently settle there. So he was most tolerant of the bunch. Hell, his father had been a gaijin for crying out loud, so he wasn't even fully Japanese.
"Bah, what the hell am I thinking? I'm being selfish again. How can I expect Gramps to look after a little kid? He's already in his early 70s, and his health has been declining for years now…." Kai thought, sitting in the corner as he watched all the kids hang out and play.
And then, he got an idea. "I know! I can look after the kid! That way Gramps won't have to lift a finger! Besides, he seems mature enough, so he probably won't be that much of a handful. Great thinking, Kai! You're a genius!" Chisaki thought as he smirked underneath his mask.
It might take some convincing, and a heck of a lot of patience, but he was fairly certain he could get Gramps to adopt this Tanner boy. Not only would he be able to study the boy's Quirk for his up-and-coming Quirk Analysis Study he was doing for school, but he could also be another helpful set of hands around the house so that his Gramps could live out the rest of his elderly years without having to do many things after he got home from running the Yakuza!
And if there was one thing that Kai knew was more important to his gramps than his family, it was his Yakuza. He could spend full time dealing with that, while he and Tanner cleaned up the house, maintained the garden, prepared food for dinner, studied really well, and eventually join the Yakuza themselves so that they could take over for Gramps!
Just thinking about it made Kai more and more convinced that his plan would work!
It had to work!
It was going to work!
Kai would make sure of it.
-To Be Continued-
I know, I know. Not what you all were expecting, now was it? Yes, much like TTIGRAAS, I'm taking this slow, building up the characters, and exploring certain things that would otherwise be unexplored in your typical Isekai-style story. I know a few of you wanted to get into the action right off the bat, but I'm not about that. We're starting off small first, then we'll get to the big things! After all, this is called That Time I Got REINCARNATED into My Hero Academia.
Till then, comment and or review, and I'll see you all in the next one. Peace!