Traversing World's with Jin Mori's Strength

January 15th, 2019. A teenager by the name of Michael was sitting down waiting for the next chapter of his favourite webtoon, The God of Highschool, and always believed that Mori was one of the strongest characters he's ever seen (coupled with Saitama, but that's a no-brainer).

He loved it a-lot because it served as an escape from his normal, boring reality, which normally harboured acts of bullying and no feeling of excitement.

Michael wasn't like the other kids at school, while they were chatting about stuff like who won the Champions League in Football, he was there day-dreaming about fighting strong people. This didn't mean he wanted to fight his local bully,(he had enough experiences about that) no, he wanted to fight against the truly strong and feel the blood rushing to his head.

Because of those characters he admired dearly, he often thought about common things you would see in anime's or novel's or comics, nearly all of them had the same thing in common and that's reincarnation or transmigration.

Being a kid who watched or read about the strong breaking buildings with one finger or fighting against and army of over one thousand, he soon struggled with dormant excitement for battle, he trained himself because he thought that nothing like reincarnation or transmigration was ever going to happen to him, and used training as a way to push himself to the extreme as he was tired of feeling weak. Besides Jin Mori, the one Michael truly looks up too is Saitama, or better well known as the Caped Baldy!

He idolised him because deep down he could see Saitama struggled with what he felt, which was precisely the longing for a stronger opponent, and true euphoria taking over him as he clashes with a rival.

He practised many types of martial arts and even went under Saitama's routine for exercise, but of-course his longing to fight someone only increased, but because there was no things or ideas such as heroes on Earth, he struggled even more with a longing.

Ultimately, he became a shut-in at the age of 16, and he didn't have to worry about his parents complaining as they ended up in a car crash a few months prior, which only left him feeling a sense of loss.

Anyway, while he was waiting for the next chapter to be uploaded he decided to check his fridge, there was nothing but: a carton of expired milk, 2 loafs of bread and an empty cup of noodles. Since there was nothing to eat, he decided to go to the shops and buy some food.

As he opened the door, the pile of eviction notice letters on the floor shifted to the left but stopped as he closed the door, while he was walking he decided to jog there because he was bored. The continuous honks of the cars and vans on the road made him turn only to sigh and feel sad for a boy nearly his age on the road with blood flowing from his ears and mouth and his broken legs bending in such a mortifying way. He stood there for 10 seconds and silently prayed for the poor boy and looked at which seemed to be the culprit, a white truck, driving away with blood still on it's wind-shield.

'Damn Truck-kun', Michael thought as he then continued walking to his local supermarket. After he brought all his 'necessities', he began to jog again, this time he didn't take the same path as he went another way, he didn't want to see that boy's body again purely because he didn't want this feeling of guilt to continue.

Michael wasn't naive and knew deep down there was nothing he could do, "hopefully that boy's doing alright, his life ended to early", he thought aloud followed with a sigh, while he was thinking he unconsciously walked on-to the road, "BEEP! BEEP!", he heard as he immediately darted his head to his right, to his surprise he was directly in-front of a white van, 'wait...this is the same van that ran over that kid', he realised and just as he was about to scream, "FUC...!!", he was ran over...

'Is this what death feels like', Michael questioned, as he looked around he noticed he was laying in what looked like a completely lit up place. It was so white he had to blink a few times to get his eyes adjusted to the intensity, before long he began to think about many things... like how long he was gonna be here or how long he had been there.

In what seemed like forever, he was awoken to the voice of a man, " My, my to think someone slipped past my radar", a white haired man said, he wasn't old and looked extremely handsome, even Michael stared for a minute, but then realised what he'd done as he didn't swing that way.

"Hello umm.. Mr...", Michael said and waited for the man to then say, ,"My true name is something that you wouldn't be able to survive hearing but... you can call me Yami", "How interesting but this is really cliché if you ask me".

Yami:" Aren't you going to freak out and ask me "WHAT IM DEAD! and the "WHY ME's", Yami questioned with a face full of intrigue

Michael:" What's the point... i mean it's all done and dusted, there's no point fussing or crying like a child", Michael retorted

Yami:" Well anyway im sure you have an idea on why you're here... you don't need to ask but because of your continuous wishing or almost pleading to go and fight someone strong.. i've decided to reincarnate you", Yami said with a face that spells,' how many more times do i have to do this'.

Michael:"....If you're being serious.... thank you so much", Michael said lowly as one could see he is feeling emotional.

Yami:" There's no need for your thanks... now hurry you have 4 wishes", he said

Michael:" Alright, for my 1st wish i would like to have mastery over Jin Mori's Renewal Taekwondo techniques and have his power , for my 2nd wish, i would like to have immeasurable physical prowess, meaning I can grow to new heights. For my 3rd wish, I would like to have full control of my power after I have enough experience and trained enough.... and lastly for my 4th wish I would like to travel to different worlds at will", Michael stated quickly as he felt he wouldn't have a-lot of time.

Yami:"...You really don't want anything like the Sharingan or a Saiyan bloodline..., and for your second wish...don't you want to be instantly strong....Immeasurable physical prowess means you'll have to grow stronger yourself..

Michael: " I don't need those stuff... i want my excitement to take me over while Im fighting and i still want to be human so i don't see the need for that stuff.... and I want to grow strong my own way..

Yami:"....Interesting, i can see all you want to do is fight people so i'll let you take all your wishes...and...why not I'll allow your favour, just make sure you do not regret it, quickly decide what world you want to be sent to", he said with a dangerous smile.

Michael" I do want to go to One Punch Man but I need to master this power.... can you send me to Boku No Hero Academia?"

Yami: "No problem...i just want to ask... if you want to prepare to go and fight Saitama why not go to other worlds"

Michael:" Because I've always liked the story and felt it was good...except that i feel the quirk-less are under-appreciated and almost criticised for being weak when it's all based on genetics. And that's why i need you to do me a favour.... can you make me quirk-less", Michael stated with a smile on his face, and his bloodlust and excitement rising in unison.

Yami:"Hahahahaha, you really are an interesting kid.... when your strong enough come find me", Yami said with a creepy smile as he raised his bloodlust to overtake Michael's

In response to this Michael's smile bloomed more as he stared deep into Yami's eyes showing no fear as he exposes his will which makes Yami surprised as he could feel Michael wasn't scared in the slightest.

After Michael was sent away, Yami enters a black rift inside the rift....millions of corpses lay and a throne stood in the centre with a TV in-front of it

Yami:" This kid's gonna make waves", Yami said with happiness he never felt in a long time....