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Blue Flames: A New Destiny (MHA)

*Warning there many OC in this story if you don't like don't read. Most of the OC will be in volume 1* An extraordinary twist of fate, an average man finds himself transmigrated into the body of Toya Todoroki, also known as Dabi. Suddenly, he's thrown into a world where superpowers are commonplace, and he must master Dabi's unique ability to control and manipulate blue flames.

Taidanotsumi · Anime & Comics
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36 Chs

Chapter 3: The Four Years Old Prodigy

"Can you show me how proficient are you in controlling your fire?" Enji inquired.

"Absolutely," Toya responded, planting his feet firmly into the ground, warming up his legs in anticipation.

Suddenly, azure flames burst forth from his feet, enveloping him in a radiant blue aura that danced and flickered around him.

With deliberate precision, Toya extended his arms, igniting his palms with the same brilliant blue fire. He crossed his hands, forming an 'X' in the air, the flames illuminating his intense focus.

He began to move his hands in a fluid, circular motion, the flames obediently following his lead. Then, with a swift and decisive action, he extinguished the flames, clenching his fist and leaving nothing but the lingering scent of smoke in the air.

"Is that good enough?" Toya asked, the last embers of his fire flickering out.

"You're...remarkable at controlling your fire. There's minimal heat radiating from your flames. What's your secret? Have you been training to regulate the temperature?" Enji's voice was laced with surprise. "How long did it take you to master this?"

"Two to three months," Toya admitted nonchalantly.

"You've had your Quirk for two months?!" Enji was taken aback, disbelief etched on his face. He rubbed his eyes, struggling to comprehend Toya's revelation. "And you've been training all this while without informing me?"

"Yes," Toya confirmed, his gaze steady. "You only found out because of that garbage"

"Toya, it's not right to insult others," Enji tried to reprimand him, but his words were met with resistance.

"As if you've never insult anyone," Toya retorted, his tone icy.

Enji wanted to discipline Toya for his insolence, but his previous attempts had proven futile. Grounding him, banning television, even denying him football - nothing seemed to work. The only somewhat effective method was physical punishment, but even then, Toya would just stare back at him, his eyes challenging Enji to try again.

"Do you genuinely not want me to train you?" Enji asked, a hint of resignation in his voice.

"Yes, isn't that evident?" Toya replied, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm.

"Fine, but if you ever want to become a hero, you can seek my guidance," Enji offered, trying to keep the peace.

"Alright, see you then," Toya said, turning to seek out his little sister.

Enji was left alone with his thoughts, his mind racing. "Why does he despise heroes? Is it because of me? Does he hate me?" He was concerned about the strained relationship with his eldest son. He felt helpless, unsure of how to navigate the situation. His only solution was to avoid discussing anything related to heroes.

Unbeknownst to Enji, Toya's aversion towards heroes stemmed from his past experiences. He didn't want to endure the pain and suffering he had seen in the stories of other heroes.

Meanwhile, Toya felt a sense of relief, happy to be free from his father's rigorous training regime. However, he was slightly concerned about his white hair. He ran his fingers through his hair, contemplating his situation.

'I know that my cold resistance will eventually overpower my heat resistance, but why is it taking so long? Maybe it's because of overtraining. I recall Dabi overtraining when he was a child. Perhaps that's why his cold resistance gene overpowered his fire resistance so quickly. I'm in a predicament as I can neither increase nor decrease the heat. If I increase it, my body will burn up, and if I lower it, the fire will be extinguished. But I'm confident I can make my flame freeze. It'll take some time, but I need to resolve this gene resistance issue,' Toya thought, sighing. 'For now, I need to focus on controlling my flame as best as I can.'

Finding his sister playing with her teddy bear, he sat down next to her.

"Onii-chan!" Fuyumi greeted him. "Why did Otou-san want to meet you in the dojo?"

"He wanted to train my Quirk," Toya explained.

"Then why are you here?" Fuyumi asked, confused.

"Because I declined his offer," Toya replied.

"Why?" Fuyumi asked innocently.

"Because Otou-san is terrible at teaching. Plus, in the future, if you want to train your Quirk, I can teach you," Toya assured her.

"Okay," Fuyumi agreed, returning her attention to her teddy bear.

"What are you playing?" Toya inquired, intrigued.

"I'm cooking with my chef assistant," Fuyumi declared proudly, patting the teddy bear's head.

Toya chuckled at his sister's antics and patted her head affectionately. "You're very cute," he praised.

"I know," Fuyumi responded cheekily, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

While Toya was spending time with his younger sister, he created a string of flames. Despite its thickness, he attempted to make it thinner, but each attempt resulted in the flame being extinguished.

'Keeping the balance of the flames is challenging. If I had the Mera-Mera No Mi, this would be a cakewalk,' Toya mused.

"Do you want to see something beautiful, Yumi-chan?" Toya asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"What is it?" Fuyumi inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Toya crafted a flower out of his azure flames. It was mesmerizing, and he even made the flower bloom.

"Wah, it's so pretty," Fuyumi exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder as she admired the fiery bloom.

"Good, isn't it?" Toya asked, a proud smile tugging at his lips.

Their mother, Rei, holding their younger brother Natsuo, watched the interaction from a distance, a gentle smile on her face. Natsuo, with his full head of white hair that contrasted sharply with Toya's and Fuyumi's, giggled in her arms.

The family dynamic was much better than it had been, largely due to Toya's decision not to pursue the path of a hero. However, the peace was fragile, threatened by the imminent arrival of a new child.

Spotting his mother and brother, Toya called out, "Okaa-san, come here. I want to show you something cool."

"Alright, what is it?" Rei asked, sitting down next to her son.

Toya snapped his fingers, and wisps of blue fire floated in the air, captivating the infant Natsuo who laughed in delight.

Rei knew her son was talented, but she hadn't realized the extent of his abilities. She couldn't help but smile at the sight of her son's joy, as he tried his best to impress her. Enji could only produce flames from his hands and legs, but here was Toya, a mere four-year-old, igniting the air around him. It was an incredibly difficult feat.

After about ten seconds, the flames disappeared, and Toya was left panting heavily. "That's the best I can do for now," he admitted, his chest heaving.

"Are you okay, Toya?" Rei asked, concern etching her features.

Toya slumped onto the ground, giving her a thumbs-up. "I'm okay," he reassured her, his voice slightly breathless.

'Igniting the air is simple, but keeping it burning is the real challenge. It lacks fuel, which makes it difficult. There are so many flame moves I want to recreate, but my age is a limiting factor. Once I turn 12, I can start training my body,' Toya thought, staring at the ceiling. 'I will become the pride of sin. He's one of the strongest, and he's my goal. But there's also Old Man Yamamoto. That old man was on steroids, and we don't need to talk about characters like Shinra.'

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