1 01 – Quirk [Re-edited]
When I was young, I dreamed of being a virtuous hero like All Might, protecting the innocent and defeating villains. All Might was a beloved hero in Japan, always smiling and comforting the people he saved. I wanted to be like him, spreading peace and justice.
When I was younger, I awakened my Quirk, a superhuman ability that I was born with. Quirks are unique to each individual and can be passed on to their children. They can also evolve or mutate when combined with other Quirks. In my case, having awakened my Quirk meant that I was now in a position to save people and battle villains.
To be honest, I'm not even sure if I can classify my Quirk as such, considering how powerful and unique it is. Unlike most Quirks, which are genetic and passed down from one generation to the next, my Quirk is something else entirely. Its origins are mysterious, and its power is unlike anything I've ever encountered.
Let's go back to the moment I first awakened my Quirk. It was a surreal experience, to say the least. I had no idea what was happening at first, but it quickly became clear that I had gained a superhuman ability.
Soon after I awakened my Quirk, people started to notice something unexpected. My physical strength had increased dramatically, and word spread quickly. Before I knew it, my mother was notified by the school. I had to wait a few days for an appointment with a doctor, and just a few more days before my official check-up.
Growing up, my mother was able to attract small objects, and my father could breathe fire. I had always assumed that my Quirk would combine their abilities in a unique way, but I was wrong. After testing it, I discovered that I had an entirely different superpower.
The examination of my Quirk ended with a surprising result. It was classified as a transformation-type superpower, based on my description. The reason for this was the intricate tattoos that surrounded me. These tattoos were not visible at first, and could only be seen when my Quirk was activated.
The tattoos on my skin felt like they were a natural part of me. When I tried to scratch them off, nothing seemed to happen. It was as if they were stuck to my skin and couldn't be removed.
My Quirk had the peculiar ability to sense negative emotions in the people around me, even if they were small. It also enhanced my strength, speed, reflexes, durability, and cognitive abilities to levels beyond what a normal human could achieve. Thinking faster and processing information like a computer were just some of the perks provided by my Quirk.
Because of that last perk, however, I was no longer the carefree child I once was. My outlook on life was completely altered in a negative way, and my joy and childlike wonder had turned to cynicism and distrust.
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During my school days, there was this popular kid called Bakugo. His Quirk allowed him to make explosive blasts from his hands using his sweat, and he was the leader of his class. Whenever Bakugo did something wrong, the other kids felt compelled to copy him, regardless of the consequences.
A few months after my Quirk first awakened, I was chopping some meat with a cleaver for an impending celebration when, accidentally, I infused my hands with the negative emotions that surrounded me (his negative emotions) and ended up slicing the meat and the table in two.
Upon realizing that I could utilize the negative emotions around me to augment my power, I decided to name this technique Cleave. After testing it extensively, I discovered that it enabled me to slice through virtually anything, and its cutting capability could be modified depending on the toughness of the object I intended to strike.
Another occasion in which I found myself utilizing negative emotions to amplify my power occurred when I was helping my mother disassemble a malfunctioning sofa. As I reflected that all I had to do was infuse my hands with negative emotions to accomplish my goal, I proceeded to do just that. In keeping with my inability to devise optimal names, even with my heightened mental capacity, I christened this power Dismatle.
However, there was one thing that I was reluctant to discover about these abilities of mine: I was able to use them on living beings, including other people.
Nevertheless, unwilling to reflect on the grisly consequences of my discoveries, I elected to rename negative emotions as cursed energy, influenced by the harrowing experience I had endured while experimenting with this newfound power.
As I sought to determine the magnitude of cursed energy contained within various individuals, I realized that I also possessed a remarkable amount of the sinister energy stored within myself, awaiting its time to be unleashed and utilized.
Thus, with the desire to ascertain how long I could continue expending cursed energy without rest, I persisted for ten consecutive weeks, only to eventually swoon from fatigue. In the course of those ten weeks, I was able to solely enhance the quantity of cursed energy at my disposal, yet I could not acquire any additional physical prowess.
Once two years had passed, and I was now seven years old, I resolved to implement a fitness routine for my benefit despite the revelation that physical exercises would not augment my strength.
For three years, I adhered to the fitness plan I devised for myself. Then, on a night when I was camping alone in the woods near an unlit bonfire, I infused the flickering flames with my cursed energy. As soon as the fire was imbued with my sinister energy, the blaze rose towards my outstretched hand and hovered there.
Retrieving the cursed energy I channeled into the campfire, which had gone out in the process, I lifted my palm and utilized my sinister energy to conjure flames on the surface of my hand.
Repeatedly practicing my manipulation of the fire, I found myself unable to believe that I was able to command the flames using nothing more than my cursed energy. And as I experimented with my strange ability, I continued to try to make the fire burn even more intensely.
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I was rather reserved in school, preferring to interact with others minimally. However, whenever anyone sought to converse with me, I responded with civility. Strangely, though, I was afflicted by a sense of uneasiness when in the presence of individuals possessed of considerable quantities of cursed energy.
With my reticence towards interacting with unfamiliar individuals, I made detailed notes of all the heroes that made frequent appearances on television. I recorded their strengths, weaknesses, and a comprehensive explanation of how their Quirk functioned. This was done as a cautious measure in order to prevent myself from being exploited by unsavory characters.
In addition to making extensive entries for the heroic figures that appeared on television, I also penned notes regarding the antagonists, for the purpose of being prepared in case they managed to escape imprisonment and sow chaos within the localities near me.
Upon reaching the age of eleven, I continued to dedicate myself to my fitness routine and strove to augment the sum of cursed energy housed within my being, despite the warnings of my mother, imploring me to rest and restore my stamina.
I continued with my fitness plan until I had reached the age of twelve, aiming to increase even further the amount of cursed energy present within myself. However, realizing the necessity of possessing the knowledge of hand-to-hand combat, I approached my mother and requested that I be trained by a hand-to-hand instructor.
With my mother sadly accepting my request to be taught combat techniques, I showed up at a designated location, acknowledging that I was inexperienced in this area. However, upon starting my training, I could not help but feel that the things I was learning were lackluster, leaving me with a sense of disappointment.
After six months of rigorous training under the watchful eye of my instructor, I had surpassed the level of a novice, becoming an expert in hand-to-hand combat. My newfound abilities made me confident that I could now protect myself and others in a fight, should the need arise.
As I continued my training at the designated facility, my instinctual response to combat situations steadily improved, to the point where those who observed me during my sessions with my instructor began to comment on my impressive gifts in hand-to-hand fighting. By the time I reached the age of thirteen, I had already attained mastery over the art of close-quarter combat.
Having attained a high level of proficiency in hand-to-hand combat, I sought to enhance my overall mobility and agility by practicing parkour and free running in the remote woodland, where I could train without being observed by others.
With my proficiency in parkour and free running growing quickly, I soon reached an advanced level of skill, able to complete a wide variety of challenging maneuvers with ease.
Having attained the age of fourteen, I would routinely attend school, where I had the chance to observe Bakugo, who still behaved as he did during our childhood. When the boy unexpectedly challenged me to a battle, I readily accepted and promptly proceeded to render him unconscious, leaving him unconscious on the ground and with a nose that was bleeding profusely.
As I pondered which educational institution I wanted to apply to and attend, I chose to pursue my education at U.A., recognizing that my choices of profession consisted of either becoming a hero or accepting a future of having a menial job that paid a meagre wage.
Upon hearing my name mentioned in connection with the upcoming entrance examination for U.A., Bakugo's cursed energy level rapidly rose, seemingly in anticipation of a future confrontation with me.
As I made my way back to my home and entered a secluded passageway, a weak attack was directed towards me, though it did not have any effect. Upon spinning around to discover the culprit of this feeble assault, I was astounded to behold a gigantic, green, startled slime.
Upon recognizing a significant amount of cursed energy within the substantial green slime creature, I theorized that it was indeed a villain. Swiftly channeling my cursed energy into my right arm and performing a quick blow with my fist, all of the sticky substance of the villain was dispersed onto the filthy wall.
Stowing both my hands within the pockets of my outfit and returning to my residence for the sake of being able to relax, I engaged in contemplative thoughts to outline what course(s) of action I ought to undertake in the successive ten months.
During the first month, every day, I devoted ten consecutive hours to performing ten thousand repetitions of pushups, pullups, situps, squats, and various other physical exercises, while also consuming three nutritious meals every day.
Within the second month, I focused on refining my control over fire. Once I had sufficiently developed my skills, the temperature emitted from the flames reached a scorching 7000 degrees Celsius, although I took precautions to ensure that the surrounding area would not catch fire by enrobing the flames with cursed energy.
Over the course of the third month, I honed my proficiency with the bo staff. While I continued to perfect my skills with that weapon in the subsequent month, I also took up the practice of wielding a sword. By the end of those two months of solo training, I had attained a level of professional expertise in both disciplines.
During the fifth month, I learned how to utilize daggers, nunchucks, firearms, and bows. Despite the diminished importance of bows and guns in a world where Quirks were abundant, I chose to invest time learning these methods of combat nonetheless.
For the remaining five months, I exclusively concentrated on augmenting the amount of cursed energy within myself and honing my ability to properly wield the offensive technique Cleave, in addition to learning how to deploy the other technique known as Dismantle. In the midst of my practice with Cleave, I unintentionally severed my hand, yet in the instance of frenzied alarm, the affected appendage spontaneously regenerated in entirety
After waiting for ten months and now being fifteen years old, the entrance examination for the prestigious school of U.A. was set to commence the following day.
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After acquiring some much-needed slumber and promptly awakening, I took a shower, put on my outfit, cleaned my teeth, and proceeded to walk in the direction of the esteemed U.A. establishment, which was located at a reasonable distance from my residence.
Upon reaching the entrance of U.A., I observed other individuals entering the establishment, their legs trembling in nervousness as they did so. With the same anxiety coursing through my veins, I followed suit by entering the prestigious school.
With my active regimen, I reached a height of 5'10", being taller than the majority of students, allowing me a clear sense of direction on where to proceed and thus promptly exiting the gates of the venue.
Plucking the seat which was designated for my usage and situating myself in it, I noted that many individuals were in attendance and patiently waited for the arrival of a specific individual. Then, a blonde-haired man strolled up, with a luminous radiance accompanying him.
"Verily, 'tis the start of the examination," I observed, as the aforementioned affable individual in possession of bright, blond hair declared, marking the commencement of the upcoming evaluation.
