Warning! None of this has been edited, if I have the time, in the far future, I will be going back and redoing/adding to these chapters. They are not the final draft. I just wanted to post something, sorry if it doesn't compare to my previous works.
Rough Draft Chapter 2 - 04/09/2023
Why now? After all this time, would I be brought back? According to the public archives, it's been only 16 years since I went missing during the so-called terrorist attack. But not for me, no, nothing is ever easy in life for me. Here of course it has been 16 years, but for me personally, it's been 30 years since I last set foot in Musutafu. It's laughable honestly, a 40-year-old man who is technically only 26 looks like a 15-year-old teenager. (Is it because I was thinking about this place before the pull? Because I was thinking of my soulmate?) (If I recall correctly,) I was born with my now scared soul mark. I know that means my soulmate is older than me. By how much is anyone's guess? It could be weeks, months, heck even years. There's no way they'll ever believe a teenager is their fated brother, friend, or lover. "Damn it." I guess it all depends on which way our bond leans towards. (It could go one of two ways) Romantic or Platonic.
Life's never felt so complicated as it does now, not after the first drop, de-aging by 5 every time a drop happens, definitely not after becoming a ghoul, being adopted by assassin grand martial art masters, (or traveling an entire world with a ten year old looking like a twelve-year-old). I swear there's a God out there, somewhere, laughing at me. Nothing I can do now but keep moving. With me technically pronounced dead, I have no Identity to legally claim in this world. "And thank the gods for that. I don't have to ever use my birth name. Not like I use it, to begin with." As of right (in order of importance) I need a place to stay, a job for cash (no way am I using my personal treasure as currency), and a broker who could falsify some documentation and a new ID for me.
I can't do much on the legal side of things until that's all sorted out. I guess going underground is the only way at the moment. I need to find the good kind of shady people to help with the paperwork of things. If I'm going to live here I need to be legal. "How long was it before you could start cashing in favors instead of forking out cash again? Mmh, it's been too long since then. But if my masters taught me anything, I know I can go a long way with their teachings. Especially if I want to keep my Aces hidden for a longer time."
The only question now is, if to stay or go? In this world, if I ever wish to stop world-hopping all I have to do is get my hands on some quirk suppressor cuffs. The good kind for police and hero usage only. I have long given up ever going back, if anything I wish to have been able to stay with the friends and families I've made in some of the other worlds. (Specifically with my guild mates or the grand masters.) Any of those would have been great places to stay in but now that I'm here. I can't help myself but think back to what I was wondering about earlier, about soulmates and whatnot. Could I be happy here too? Throughout the world, I've been shown there is still good within humanity, but is there any good here, in this world? With systems like the hero ranking, so much can go wrong and people stop truly caring and start focusing on publicity, fame, and fortune. That isn't what a hero is meant to be. No by my definition anyways.
Who knows, maybe they'll prove me wrong just like the other world's humans have. Or not, in which all I need to do is simply let the quirk run its interference. And the moment I get a world I wish to live out the rest of my days, I'll use the cuffs to never world hop again, end of the story. Now if only it were that simple.