2 Chapter 2

I just lied there on the floor looking around my room when I saw a poster on top of my bed. It was a poster of a heavily muscled, blonde man with a stupid haircut like antennas or something, the caption in bold red words saying "No.1 Hero- All Might"

All Might? Wait isn't that the anime that recently released the 2nd season about quacks or quirks and stuff? Ahh come on! The MC was the biggest pussy in the history of pussies. There were even fanfics gender bending the lil' shit into a shy girl or something. I hardly saw the first five or six episodes.

I try to activate my quirk whatever it was, when a framed certificate of some sort, which was on my desk caught my eye. I read the title- Quirk Assessment and Registration. I read it until I came to- Quirk:Copy. My heart started to beat faster, I read on. "Activation through contact of any body part. Target's quirk is copied and user must have minimum information on the copied quirk before use."

I couldn't stop the smile from spreading on my lips. This is freakin' awesome! My quirk is basically being Kakashi. I just pumped my fists, too tired to do anything else, but excited enough to spend a bit of energy for this. I can't use any quirks by myself but can use the quirks of others. So I have to become physically and mentally strong for any quirk I will use in the future.

I had a stupid smiling look on my face thinking of all the possible quirks I can copy while doing my homework. There was the sound of the door opening and saw a tired middle-aged women with the same eyes as mine. Except they were sad, no rather, devastated.

"Mom?" I asked worried. She looked physically and emotionally fragile at the moment. She came inside, closed the door and just slid down right there at the entrance. I expected her to cry or do something, but she just stared straight ahead, looking at nothing.

Then she opened her mouth, "Your father left us. He.." her voice got choked up not able to say it. I was never one for emotions but seeing this broken women left my heart broken. Without realizing my eyes were swimming with tears. I picked her up and carried her to her room.

She dint resist, she looked as if she had resigned from her life. I dint know what else to tell her except...

"Otsukare sama okasan. Mo Jūbun. Oreno Maka-sete. Subete ni kansha suru." {A.N.-"Thanks for your hard work mom. This is enough. Leave it to me. Thank you for everthing} I gave her a hug and hoped she will get better.

I suddenly remembered a heart wrenching scene in Naruto. The death of Hatake Sakumo, Kakashi's father. On his deathbed he was nothing more than an empty husk, regretting his life leaving a kid all alone in the dripping evil and foulness of the world.

That was the main reason why I loved the guy. His resolve, his mettle, his conviction.

I went back to my room resumed my push-ups. I'll be No.1...this, I promise. I don't know why, I had never been close to my parents in my previous life. We never fought nor had those family bonding times. But this woman, this poor hard-working women, with a 9-5 job for 6 days a week.

Not anymore. I'll find a job. I'm going to that hero academy in 20 months. I will become No.1. I will make her proud. I ain't gonna back down for anything or anyone. For that is my Nindo. My ninja way.

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4 months later (16 months to UA)...

My mom had finally come out of the house. Her black bags under her eyes were gone, her weight came back to normal, her eyes were no longer 'dead' although her skin was a bit pale from no exposure to sunlight.

It was 5 in the morning and I was leaving for work. I got a small part time job at a construction company. I lift beams and huge cement blocks even the guys with strength quirks found difficult or use the hammer for making debris smaller. I give her a quick kiss goodbye and ran off.

I am not tall, infact a bit shorter than average height. But I more than make up for it in muscle, my body was almost back to its glory , albeit a bit short. I don't have much good looks, but I don't mind, that was not my goal anyway. I cannot think about anything else till I'm the best.

I went home and started to listen to songs and DJ mixes, this world's DJs are so abysmal it is laughable. The reason I started studying DJ patterns and playstyles is because of the bullshit bureaucracy in the popularity of a hero.

A hero is more popular if he or she is in movies or commercials. Even this 'All Might' guy, he comes in lots of commercials like toothpaste and merchandise of himself. There is even a hero who is in the ranking just for her looks- 'Uwabimi' the snake hero.

So I start doing the only thing I know to do other than spouting rare and obscure Naruto facts. DJing. I always liked fast paced electronic and sometimes drum solos. I also liked the japanese Kodo drums they play during the festivals. These types of music keeps my heart pumping to the beat, gave me a sense of an adrenaline rush.