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MHA fighter will

A story of a man who died and got a chance of living again In the world of heroes and villains. Follow him as he decides his martial path, having a quirk or not is not on his considerations. The cover isn't mine, nor is the story of mha. I'm still discovering the publishing process in this app, of you see an novel with the same name in the novel category is because of that, I'm gonna post it in here now. I'm happy with tips and constructive criticism. I posted this on Scribble hub, for those who asked about to post it somewhere else.

Paulo_D_Manoel · Anime & Comics
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43 Chs

Wheres My Super Suit?!

4 months have gone by. After fighting the criminal Sekizan decided to focus more in his hand conditioning. So together with the running he did, he decided allocate a time to also run/walk on his hands in the forest. Thinking that the same thing that strengthen his legs can also do the same with his hands. He also put rock climbing in his schedule, to train grip, there's nothing better to do than to climb a rock with your bare hands.

But not all is good, to progress his training in the leg department he decided to test the theory of Soru, and did not progress the way he wanted.

(Flashback)

Sekizan is running in the forest thinking of ways to improve, he have been running for more than 8 months, his legs are stronger than before, he is thinking of what to do to begin to practice of Soru.

' The theory states that I must kick the ground ten times in a breath to propel me forward. Let's start with two kicks'

In between strides he tried to do just that, kicking the ground two times in a blink of and eye.

*Pahh*

Having kicked he felt a little impulse forward but at the same time he felt high level of strain in his used leg.

"Uhhgh" He grunted ' damnit, my leg is not strong enough to do this regularly, I'm still too young , and not gone through puberty yet. F*cking body!'

He noticed with his senses that doing what he did teared up a disproportionate amount of muscles fibers in comparison with normal sprinting.

'hum, maybe I can do this in between large intervals, so that I can give time for my muscles to heal.' he thought, but to do that he got to be balanced so he did it with the right leg as well, having done before with the left.

*Pahh*

"Huhh" he grunted much more silently this time, having expected the pain.' Good, now I observe how this heals up'

And continued his run.

( End of flashback)

The progress with that was slow at best. Deciding to not rush things he did that once every two weeks, aways observing how his muscles aways heal in a more resistant form than before. But this is a thing that will take time before he can up a noch.

During this time he acted as a ' vigilante ' 3 more times. He did not do to much of this because of the unnecessary attention this might bring him. He did not need some supervillain after his ass. His hand have gotten more resistant after the work he put it, so the strain of the Shigan began to become acceptable. This of course in normal humans with quirk unrelated to body resistance. He knows that he got a long way to go still.

But now it is his birthday and he's been thinking of thing to ask his father. It's important to note that his family never celebrated his birthday, other than the well wishes that they provide on the day. It's a thing that his father say about discipline, and not assign importance to useless things such your date of birth.

But now he and his father are seated drinking tea after a long day of hard work, during those 8 months he's been training his father did not rest either, aways in the lookout to be a hero and improve his abilities.

" Father I have a request to make." He started the conversation. Attracting the attention of his father.

"Hmm" Was all his father said. He was exhausted after a long day. But still gave his son the attention.

" I would like to ask you to buy me an adjustable resistance suit for me to continue my training. I thought that being my birthday it was the more appropriate time to ask."

"Resistance suit. That's a good idea. I will see what I can do, I will put a word in the support department in my agency." His father said calmly.

He was thinking of this for a week now. Having ankle weights is good and all, but there's a limit to how much weight he can put in there and not suffer from diminishing returns. A resistance suit will solve his problem in a perfect way. It's adjustable, and the resistance will increase as he got stronger.

By now it has been a almost a year that he meditates and try to find a thread of a feeling of control similar to the seimei kikan. But other than his muscles all is the same. But he will continue with the grind. Even if this is just a theory he made, meditation is good to the mind and to regulate his senses.

He is 9 now, having trained for 5 years, his body is well built and he is taller that all of his classmates, his long red hair that he cuts sometimes to not let get in the way complement is apearence nicely. He hopes that with puberty he will get strong enough to support all his ambitions. But according with all he saw thus far he believes he will.

He remembered recently just a week ago where he was able to control his muscles in a way that he could transfer the forces of hits after a spar with his dad.

( Flashback)

In the yard Sekizan and Ryuji are sparring with gloves and shin guards. Even though he knows his son is strong, Ryuji does not have in him to take those things off. He's been a hero for 15 years now, and a punch of his can cripple a person if he does not hold back. He has perfect control of his strength, but seeing the potential that his son holds he cannot take chances. So he uses big gloves in his hand, and soft shin guards on his legs.

They are in a rhythm trading punches and kicks, dodging with no waste of movement, countering with perfect timing and dodging again. It's almost as if they choreograph those exact movements and are just drilling them after practicing over and over. But no, this are legitimately thrown punches and kicks, and they would hurt other normal martial artists in their place.

It was almost the end of practice, but a surprising thing happened. The sun, being early in the morning, passed the wall of the yard and shone in the eyes of our mc just before he saw his father throw a punch.

You can say that if the MC can only rely on his eyes to dodge, he would never win any real fight in this world. And you would be completely correct, that's why he trains all of his senses to pick all kinds of imputs, all of which provide him with information to evade and react to all there is to react in the real world.

The problem is that even if he trains for this, he still is not a master, and his father was in a rhythm where he assumed his son would evade his punch, making it so the strength delivered was enough to hurt our mc.

In this moment of danger Sekizan instincts warn him of danger and with the input he got from his ears and from the wind pressure on his skin he timed his father's punch perfectly. The problem was that he did not have time to dodge, so he did the next best thing that his gut told him.

*Banh!*

The sound of a punch connecting was heard.

*Puff*

And right after was a release like sound.

Sekizan stopped for a moment to analyze what he did. His father also stopped to inspect his son. Right after the punch connected, he absorbed the impact on his chest, where the punch landed on, and transferred the inertia and kinetic energy through his muscles like a wave and passing to the ground.

He was still a bit hurt because of his lack of mastery in such motions, but he was still better than he would be in case he did not perform this.

" Alright, that's all for today. Go rest now." Ryuji said. He understood what his son did, but he could not do the same with his quirk. It made him think of ways that he will be able to do the same.

Sekizan walked away from his father, digesting what he did.

(End of flashback.)

Martial arts are endless, it's all about the individual. He thought, remembering his lucky feat he performed with his dad. He laid in his bed and slowly fell into slumber.