Prologue

My earliest memory is the time my sister as a toddler crashed the truck into a cactus.

Granted it was a controlled crash that all it did was slightly dent the hood but it's great conversation starter and weirder than most quirks. So, I can get away with repeating the story for a funny conversation.

The age of quirks, Heroes, and Villans and somehow that's still weirder than you would think it would be in this day and age.

If you aren't in a hero dense country, it's more or less bad in a lot of places.

Mexico being one of them.

With the rise of quirks, it has made things worse as gangs and drug lords had powers like the Villans and heroes of old comic books. Which made parts of Mexico a Large battle ground once a chunk of the population was gifted with these powers.

When quirks started to spread out to the Central Americas En masse chaos reigned for most of the century, northern Mexico being a hot spot for gangs, cartels, and human traffickers it's safer to just go into poverty in America than stay there at as other there you won't die horribly.

I was lucky enough to live in rural Jalisco between the city of La Chona and Lagos de Moreno. There is only one place that we can't go as it's a hot spot for disposals. We had to drive by a few times and see the aftermath of some of them.

It wasn't pretty when we happened to pass one of those crime scenes.

But none of that inspired me to be a hero as it was not a bad life for me all things considered as it never really messed around my hometown or got some of my direct family. Oddly enough it was the truck that did it for me as when it takes most of our life savings to fix and with it the reality of poverty sets in deeper once the plumbing broke more times than I could count.

My dad had jet engines that could come in and out of his back and when I was young, he crossed the border into Texas and made his way to Pennsylvania to work at a mushroom business. He was able to learn English through the music that was mass pirated from the 1950's to early 2030's that we had at home from trucks that came by and sold the things.

My father was a smart man and educated himself to have a great job at a big Italian mushroom company as a negotiator for the company.

But that was by the time I was ten years old, and I knew how much a minute of gas cost to conserve it the best I could.

My mom, sister, brother, and I were able to visit our father a few times over in America and we saw the difference of our life to other well-off families. Heck I've seen middle class families that look rich compared to some of our wealthy. When money started to come to our household all we could do was buy the basic household American features like having showers without worrying if I used up too much of the water for the week. It took most of my dad's paychecks to get that truck in good condition again.

I didn't want my family to live like this anymore.

During one of my visits to America I went with my dad to Philadelphia and there I was able to see the number four hero of America Apollo: The Sun Hero.

We saw him after he received a big check from the city for a major operation, he was in. We got lost on the streets of Philly and saw him take down some gang dispute with speed and power that wasn't close to All Mights, but it definitely was in a whole other league of its own. I bore witness to his efficiency firsthand as clusters of gangsters and thugs were captured and saved simultaneously as no one died as soon as he showed up. It took him ten minutes to stop the dispute, file his police report, and continue onto his patrol. I could feel his pride radiate off him in waves during and after it and I knew what I wanted to do for money then and there.

I wanted to be proud like him and be able to do it well enough for it to be justified.

With bigger crimes to worry about, the rural nature of my town, and less strict quirk laws than you would expect a crime filled country to have, I was able to use my quirk freely and push to higher and greater feats as I was able to use it for a long time and high in the air. My quirk Jet Nozzles combines my dad's quirk Jet and my mom's Air nozzles together giving me 28 nozzles over my body. I have 8 in total on my arms, 8 on my thighs, and 6 on my torso and another 6 on my back. I need milk to fuel them and if I overdo it, I start to overheat.

They look like those airplane air-conditioned things above the chairs.

It looks weird but it is what it is.

I looked at all the hero schools in my area and the big ones in America too but then I remembered that this is basically a job and I need some damn good credentials if I'm going to make it so why not go to one of the greatest of them all, UA. Granted the tuition is an arm and leg and I need to prepare like the end of the world, but I know it'll be worth it in the long haul.

I presented my idea to my mom at age eleven and after a long talk with my dad they agreed to help me pursue my ambitions. The training and preparations were hell, but I was going to make it all worth it from learning luchador wrestling from one of my cousins, getting an actual education from my distant uncle, it all was the most mind-numbing process and lord save me from learning Japanese again.

After years of practice and study when the time came for the mock test, I was able to ace it.

After that arrangements were made so then I could stay in Japan for a long time but as it turns out it wasn't that hard to arrange.

What were, were the visas as bureaucracy is true pain.

I could count my lucky stars that the airplane tickets were cheap, and the apartment was a nice distance away from the school where I needed one train to get there.

The week before I left my mom had me say goodbye to almost everyone in our social group. It was painful as I got more cheek pinches and backslaps then I'll know what to do with.

The only one I didn't was my uncle who was goanna drive me to the airport as the distance would have tired out my arms from carrying my suitcases.

He took me outside of our little store to have a chat as he had advice for me.

"Kid I know that you wanna do this thing for your family but don't forget to have a good time over there."

"Are you sure uncle? I mean… I don't know if I could afford to do that-"

"Jonathan. you need to understand that high school is a time we're going all in on your grades won't help you in this situation you're going to be a hero afterwards you'll be too busy to have fun afterwards, especially if you come back. As Mexico is always in deep shit that will eat your time like a starved dog."

"Yeah…I guess I get it. Alright if I-"

A quick smack over the head stops me from finishing that sentence.

"If you think of if you'll never get in, have Faith in your tutors' teachings and training. So say when, not if, then you'll get in and thats a fact."

"Was it really necessary to hit the back of my head though?"

"Of course, why else would I do it if it didn't have a purpose."

"If you say so." I mumble.

"Now let's head inside and get some pozole."

I follow him in forgetting my anxieties temporarily for me to deal with tomorrow, but for now food.

Authors notes: Hello I'm new to writing and hope I was able to entertain all of you a little If this does well, I'll try to be consistent.