5 Waking up only to Sleep again

[Quest: Ace the throwing test cleared +5SP]

[Through special actions you have earned the Trait: Rascal +4SP +1EVO]

[Skill: Throw(1) has been derived from Trait: Rascal]

[Through special actions Skill: OverLoad+++(2) has Evolved into Skill: Overload(4+)]

[Rank Quest: Rank 4 Clear +10SP]

I screwed up with overexerting myself for just that one throw. During the test, I fully intended to constantly take the 19th place for all of them through the usage of HG. However, a quest popped up when Aizawa scolded me for not taking things seriously, telling me to ace the final test. Therefore I used OverLoad which has the effect of making me stronger through burning my stamina.

To be exact after upgrading the Skill threefold it was capable of increasing my physical strength up to a maximal of five times were I to burn through all my stamina. During the quest, I activated it to its full strength by sacrificing all my stamina to multiply my physical strength to six times its original. As you might expect the result was rather mind-boggling, though I fainted right afterward.

It seems the Skill evolved after I used it at 100% power. That was nice, no need to use any EVO points on doing so anymore then. Also, the effect has grown stronger from evolving, making me capable of increasing my strength by 1000% or ten times were I to use this skill... For one attack only. Yeah, this Skill is not very good. One might even say it was trash-like, but beggars can't be choosers.

With this Skill I can become One-Punch Man... for one punch before I faint. Ah well, now that it evolved and its effect has doubled the skill could be considered usable.

Note to self: evolving a skill makes it stronger in effects.

Opening my eyes I was once more greeted by a white ceiling. Maybe I should be worried I was getting used to this room. Only the second time I have been here, but twice in short orders is more than enough to get me familiar with the place. Waking up in an unfamiliar place plays tricks within your mind, but to be honest; waking up in the room of a stranger is already an intimate feeling. Twice over and you will be left feeling unbearably intimate.

Mental hallucinations are scary indeed.

Therefore with that excuse, I had no hesitation in rubbing my eyes while asking out loud;

"How long was I out for?"

"Just two hours. A very impressive time considering how badly you overused your quirk." The answer came from a voice weighted by age.

With a glance, I saw the response came from the grandma whose quirk quickened the healing process of bodies by kissing their wounds. Fascinating stuff really. I never did catch her name, though I think her hero name was Recovery Girl or something according to my loopy memory of the BNHA manga. Shouldn't that name have an expiry date? The woman was far over sixty from looks alone. Then again maybe they didn't expect heroes to last that long without either retiring or dying. Heh.

"…Can I leave yet?"

Her face was stern as she stared at me. I stared back. Backing down on communication is something I personally dislike, and I do love things such as free speech and other topics of controversial nature. With me unwilling to back down, a few seconds passed by in awkwardness. Not that I minded them. Soon enough her face turned back to merely mellow. Still strict, yet much nicer than the previous expression which was intimidating in nature.

"Yes, you may leave." I heard the 'but' from a mile away, "But please go back to your dorm room and rest for the day. You will recover and join the class back tomorrow. Oh, and here."

She gave me a bottle of… something. I assume it was medicinal in nature by default considering the condition and timing which she gave it to me. Or maybe it was an aphrodisiac and she was telling me to confess my love for Midnight. That would be fine and dandy as well.

"Take it with you, and drink it if you have a headache while resting for the day." Aww, no love potion.

"Thank you." I bowed slightly to her, before leaving the room. Goodbye medical room, you shan't be missed.

Nevertheless, I proceeded to move onwards to my dorm room.

The walk took me a minute or so. The entire school was very close to its dormitory for some reason. I suppose it should be expected for a gigantic institution like UA to have such conveniences available. Wonder how much influence and sway they have in the society though. Probably a crazy amount considering how flamboyant the entrance exam was.

There is probably nothing affecting me SF cannot heal. The effect of that particular Skill towards overworking is utterly oppressive. It can make my recovery speed the fastest it could be bar actual physical regeneration.

However, there is nothing wrong with taking it easy and just sleeping all day long. All work and no fun makes for a very boring life. And yes I consider sleeping to be a fun activity. Sometimes there are things about myself I am extremely curious at yet is unable to know, and things I know about my own identity yet couldn't care less about. I don't exactly care about knowledge on my favorite off-brand author no thank you.

I let out a small sigh the moment I was back within the confines of my room. Not exactly a place I was comfortable in yet but it does feel like a dorm room. Orderly as all hell which is somewhat refreshing compared to how messy my no-plan current life is. Enough space for a walking room too which is nice to have.

I leaned back and gave some thoughts about my current life. Not exactly what first comes to mind when one talks about Isekai. Nevertheless, this is a good chance to power me up and get prepared for the more powerful worlds. I dunno how I am supposed to last in worlds like Bleach or Dragon Ball but even the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Think that was Chinese idiom or something.

Once again I have to admit knowing so little about my own identity is a tiny bit disconcerting. Sometimes I could get large vague information like 'I was a slacker' or 'a Highschool dropout' and other times specific opinions on small matters likes 'Romcom series are great' or 'Bland anime protagonist sucks' and yet there was no in-between. No main meat of information among the vague or way-too-specific knowledge.

Ah well, I suppose this is my life now.

--Dimensional Journey--

My second day at U.A. I somehow managed to faint during the first day, so I missed Aizawa's introduction as to where everything was. When I woke up I was in no form to do stuff and had to rest according to Recovery Girl. That was why I arrived at school early today, to familiarize myself with the school areas.

I could just use SF to brute force the knowledge into my head, but I realized maybe constantly relying on that one Skill is not the healthiest thing to do. Therefore I went out of my way and explore the school to familiarize myself the same way a normal peasant would. Oh, the disgrace.

Of course, happenstance made it so that I had an interesting meeting during my exploration.

"Oh, ain't it the freshman who aced the throwing tests before fainting while standing."

A female voice. I looked towards the source and saw a girl in UA's school uniform. Her tie shown she is a third year within the school. The lone female in UA's 'Big Three' of the senior group, known as Nejire. I remember her hero costume looking like a devil.

"…What's with that ridiculous title?"

"Yer tale really blew up 'round the school y' know."

Wow, I could tell she has a thick accent from the anime but hearing them face-to-face is a strange experience indeed. Also how big did the event blow up that even someone in the senior year knows of my exploit after only one day?

"So that's why people have been looking funny at me lately." I let out a sigh. A few glances were coming towards me from other students at the dorm, but I thought it was because my clothes were dirty from falling to the ground during the test. Maybe they were thinking about sticking that weird title on me. How insufferable.

"T'was probably in admiration if you ask me." She pointed towards her mouth. There was a large smile painted on those soft luscious lips. Now that she put it that way, I could begin to appreciate it the overly flamboyant title a little bit. But even then…

"Still, would you like to be known for acing the throwing test before fainting while standing?"

"Ahaha, nope. I'd die out of embarrassment."

This person.

"I really want to punch you in the face right now."

"Hyah~ Ya said that without hesitation. Un, un. Kouhai like ya hafta be around, otherwise, the school would be too boring."

"Agreed. But I think U.A. is the last place to run out of eccentric people."

"True 'nuff."

"…"

"…"

An awkward silence surrounded the two of us. I was not good at making conversation with others and it seems Nejire herself is still somewhat unfamiliar with me as well so the flow ended with those two words of her.

Usually, this would be the point where we end the conversation and awkwardly scurry away, but my Senior managed to strike another line before I was capable of doing so.

"So… Which one of them is accurate?" She asked.

Ah, I know you want to keep the conversation going, but did you need to go there, Nejire-senpai? That rabbit hole is a very impractical and full of mysterious paths. Couldn't you have talked about the weather or literally anything else instead of that?

Dread begins to creep within my mind and soul. My shadow flickered to the beat of my heart. No matter how I wish it wasn't so, there is no stopping it. I have to face the monstrosity that is adolescences' tendency to overemphasize everything.

"What kinds of rumors exist anyway?"

"Well…" She went ahead and told me about it. There are three factions within the discussion. The first was tame. They think nothing of the rumors. The [Neutrals]. The second type thinks I am Aizawa's secret son, and the score was falsified. The [Pessimist]. The third was the [Satanist] who thinks I am the devil itself whose sealing has been unleashed and they will try their best to seal me back by any means necessary.

W.T.F. I know I got the score 6-6-6 twice on the test for the hell of it, but how many of these guys have the infamous 8-grader syndrome for the school community to have that kind of rumors in just a day? No, how did they know my test result anyway? Is there an [Satanist] in class 1-A already?!

"The rumor mills around here work very quickly, and their access to all kinds of info is rather terrifying."

Those kinds of small talks went on for another minute or two before went ahead and minded our own business. Now that I think about it, maybe making most of my test scores evil or unlucky numbers wasn't the best of ideas. Ah well, can't change and take back what I already threw now that others picked it up.

I entered my classroom and took a seat. Thanks to my seating at the back nothing happened during classes, but outside of them, I felt people glancing or outright staring at me constantly. It was starting to get creepy if I were entirely honest.

The lessons were somewhat similar to the ones I had on my original earth but was all-around more advanced. According to my feelings on them anyway considering my lost memory and stuff. Of course, I had since learned the studying materials via Hundred Gauntlets beforehand so there was no problem with that aspect. During the lunch break, I quietly left the classroom to buy a loaf of bread with the allowance the school staff gave me, before eating it and returning to class straight afterward. I am not exactly a social creature you see.

Hour passes and the school bell rang, signaling everyone the end of school for the day. There is no after-school activity like clubs or student councils in U.A. Training areas are free-for-all though, long as you get permission from the school via asking a teacher.

As I stood up from my seat I saw a classmate walking closer with his gaze set straight towards my own. If I'm not wrong he should be Kirishima, the rock mutation-type quirk user. A guy who wants to be truly manly and not the empty trash can that rang loud, like he was in middle school. Or maybe I should call it all bark and no bite. That saying seems to be more popular in general.

He stopped at a distance large enough for me to not complain about him entering my comfort zone, which translates to 'more than one arm's reach'. He held his hand out, seemingly wanting a handshake.

"I'm Kirishima. Nice to meet you."

I raised an eyebrow, before accepting his handshake after making sure there was no pranking trick or the likes on his hands. Did he lose at truth or dare or something? I didn't remember him being the sociable type.

"Kuzuno. No last name." Seeing his face I could point out so many emotions coming and going. I clarified for both his and my peace of mind. "Don't mind it, I don't even know them."

That wasn't a lie. Thanks to Ranker's memory erasure I know crapsack about my family till I go back to Earth again. My original Earth anyway according to the System. That sure was a big mess up on her part if her words rang true. Of course, there is the chance that she is lying and this is all just some tricks on her parts and my imagination making the rest up. But if so then I am certainly fine with it. Life wasn't so bad right around now. I get three meals a day from the dorm and everything.

I dunno how bad exactly my life was, but from the vague information existing there was no doubt to the fact I was a pretty bad loser back before this whole Ranker business. Considering I got into UA here maybe it would be better to forget about my past entirely and focus on this current life of mine. However, that was not an option considering my lingering attachments towards my past identity. I was a person who loved myself very much according to these memories of mine, even if I was a loser during those times.

Ah, have to clear my mind from dark thoughts. These days the easiest way to do so would be to abuse HG and train like crazy. A good option considering how it boosts my capability even if somewhat bad on my mental health for the long run. In fact, I have attained 60SP thanks to those acts and now was lost on how to spend those points. So some mental problems for the sake of 60SP and a body reaching peak human performance of my age. Not a bad trade in my personal opinion.

Therefore all that said and done I decided to visit the gym and once again do my 'Limit Break, Rest, Limit Break' ritual. It was starting to grow on me at this point. Once again it was not the worst thing ever. Have you seen how my pecs are lately? It was starting to reach a lean bodybuilder level, and I have only been training for a week until now. Such crazy improvement speed is an impossible feat to attain for an average human.

On my way towards the gym, I met an unfamiliar student who asked me a strange question. Not like 'do you hear those voices' kind of freaky but strange of a more sophisticated nature. The types you hear from polite acquaintances or even connected strangers like people from the same school.

"Kuzuno-kun are those rumors about you true?"

I have told Nejire all about those topics back in the morning and was tired of repeating them, so instead in my brilliance decided to approach this matter differently. Right now I have the power to either ignore this matter or to fan the flames. Flushing it clean entirely was something I am incapable of considering the wonders of teenager minds. Therefore I chose the next best option.

"If there's smoke then there has to be a fire nearby."

I affirmed there are some truths among all the lies. There are other options to fan the flame, but I went with the more neutral option, neither confirming nor denying anything. This should help the rumor grow stranger and stranger. What can I say; I am fully chaotic neutral in terms of DnD alignment.

[Idiot]

I know I am one, but mind clarifying how I messed up this time around?

[The guy asking you the question was in the third year.]

And?

[Idiot]

I have to wonder what the system meant by those words of hers, but in the end, I decided to ignore it entirely. I paced towards the gym to train and break through my limits once more.

--Dimensional Journey--

*Mirio Togata PoV*

When I saw a first-year on the gym my first thought was somewhere along the lines of 'Ah, what an enthusiastic freshman'. It is rare for a freshman to come into the training gym so early in their school year. Around these times they should be barely introduced to how things work within the school. Rare for a new student to have the initiative to train even more considering how they have to adapt to the new environment.

I watched as he inspected the gym and its equipment. It seems like he has no problem navigating through all the training machines as if he was since familiarized with them. Maybe he was from a hero prep school or the likes, as once again it was rare for freshmen to know how most of these equipment functions.

His gaze reached towards me, and he made a seemingly troubled look for some reason. I wonder if he knew me. My fame began to grow at an outrageous pace these days. Sheesh, can't believe how many people compare me to top-class Pros already. I am nowhere near their level yet in my humble opinion.

Nevertheless, I was getting off-topic. The freshman opened his mouth and told me a strange thing.

"Please don't take it to heart if I ignore you for the next two hours."

I thought it was a strange request but I nodded anyway. Few things still faze me these days after seeing how bizarre of a quirk the likes of Nejire has. However, I managed to learn why he asked me the request soon afterward.

Moments after the freshman spoke his eyes turned empty and his expression emotionless like a robot. More than anything his movement felt mechanical. It was as if I was watching the scene of an AI robot training rather than a human. My brows furrowed at this inexplicable scene.

Soon enough I made a smile in understanding though. The freshman must be good at self-hypnosis, maybe even having a quirk based around that. Therefore I thought nothing more of it until an hour has passed. I was taking it a bit slow today since this is the first day of school, but this freshman had none of that slow buildup.

He was full of sweat from doing exercises on a level way too strict for his body. I tried to stop him, but as he said he ignored me entirely. At this point, I was thinking of using force to carry him away till another hour passes as the boy indirectly said this effect will stop in two hours, but thankfully another solution came in the form of my two best friends approaching me.

"See, told ya he'd be here," Nejire said, earning a scoff from our quiet friend.

"Ah, perfect timing. Tamaki, have you eaten any octopus or the likes today?" The friend raises an eyebrow but nodded anyway. "Then please help me restrain this freshman."

I told them the current situation. Tamaki nodded again, this time a bit more seriously. For an unsociable person, Tamaki was reliable when push came to shove. He transformed his arm to octopus' legs and captured the freshman with them. It was troublesome but we managed to somehow move while carrying him.

"…Did I go crazy or something?"

Somehow the freshman awakened from his self-induced trance and muttered the question, as we were going towards the health office so we could put him to rest there. I decided to be honest In this case.

"Somewhat, yes. We're going to the health office now."

"I… See…"

He seems to fall asleep again right afterward. Not that I blame him, considering how tired he must be from all those training. Soon enough we reached the health office, met Miss Chiyo and got him to a bed. From her expression, it seems this wasn't the first time the boy got himself overworked.

Poor sap, to have gotten on Miss Chiyo's bad side from overworking himself. This wouldn't be the first time it has happened. I was the same in the past as well; to the point, my mind felt familiar with the sensation of waking up at the health office till it was like a second home to me. Now such things rarely happen to me anymore though, but I don't doubt there are others like I was in the past, this freshman being a prime example.

Rather than worried, I felt a sense of respect for the young freshman. These kinds of students who constantly test their limits will be the one to reach the top, that much was my belief. After all, I was proof of how hard work can change your future.

Nevertheless, I told Miss Chiyo what happened, and she called his homeroom teacher, Aizawa-sensei about it. Soon the man arrived here. For some reason, principal Nezu also appeared along with Aizawa-sensei. That was when the boy has shown signs of waking up.