3 Well...That's New

*KENS POV*

I've been hung over before, I've gotten headaches from being sick and dehydrated. All paled in comparison to what I'm feeling now, the pain hasn't dulled as much, but as I've slowly become numb to it. The further away from people I got the better my headache got don't get me wrong it still hurts like a bitch, but now it had a chance to slowly go away. Closing my eyes I tried to breath and think about what the hell happened to me. 'Was that my quirk? Was that someone else's quirk?' Continuing to think about what happened a clear image appeared in my head. A tattoo of a dragon that went on the back and on the shoulders and some on the neck but it's not the picture that stunned me as much as it was what the tattoo did.

Tattoo goes on entire back neck and back of arms allows skin as tough as diamonds, absorbs and stores kinetic energy (if kinetic energy not dispersed within a certain amount of time energy will be used to enhance/ fuel body note limited amount absorbed once limit is hit damage taken from then on will increase), doesn't stop or dull pain from impact but will stop cuts and bruises from forming affects bones to a lesser degree.

Tattoo goes around right eye allows both eyes to see in different spectrums of light as well as x-ray, night, infrared and UV like sight. Let's wearer read any written languages, gives a slight increase to intelligence gives minimal protection to head trauma, and migraines.

Earrings for both ears lets user enhance hearing at will (note hearing can be harmed if loud sounds are used while enhancing can harm wearer), can help produce an echolocation like ability with a clicking sound at will range and detail depends on loudness of clicking. Let's wearer understand different spoken languages instantly, gives slight increase in intelligence.

Tongue piercing allows wearer to speak all spoken languages including animal. Purifies air breathed, works similar as gas mask (if there is low or no air to breath this function will automatically turn off unless products in air are poisonous or overly harmful to the user in which all intake air will be stopped until wearer has reached a space with cleaner air.)

BO-staff/fire spear nearly unbreakable either end can produce a blade like flame (the fire can only take the shape of a blade). flames can reach up to 1200c note user is not immune to flames and can be burned.

'This is...cool?....terrifying?' There was no voice in my head telling me about these...things I just knew what they looked like and what they did. The number of items I had was mildly concerning tattoos, armor, weapon's ranging from needles, pocketknives, spears and swords. I didn't know what to think, was this my quirk or did I finally snap? Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and reached out thinking about grabbing the staff. If this was real if I didn't snap and go insane than I was gunna grab something that wasn't going to affect my body directly. It took less than a second, but it felt like an eternity, but the cool metal of the staff made contact with my hand all the same.

Opening my hand I saw a black staff, it weighed about half of what thought it would, it looked like it was made to be wielded by a child which was good because I was one. I idly thought about it growing as I got older or if would stay the same size. 'FOCUS!' Steadying myself I held the staff at arms length and thought of a spearhead made of fire. The moment the thought crossed my mind a bright fire ignited on the end of my now spear.

"Holy shit." I stared at the spear longer than I should have mouth agape. Quickly snapping out of my stooper I started to change the blade into an axe, and scythe. Taking a deep breath, I began to increase the temperature of the blade. I stopped when the heat became uncomfortable for my hand/arm. It took less than a second for me to extinguish the fire and dismiss the staff/spear.

Taking two deep breaths 'in...out calm....in...out calm...in' "he...he...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" What the fuck kind of life am I living, shit what kind of life have I lived a guy just going through life then he dies finds himself in a void or maybe purgatory, then he meets this thing that just sends him to a new world, born to racists who after four years try to kill him because he is quirkless, in his old world the norm, but now here a sin punishable by death. Two years I spent on the street fighting, stealing, running, all that and now my quirk decides to manifest? man what the fuck...Is this some sort of fucked up joke? a nightmare?... is this hell?

Hysterical borderline mad laughter slowly turned into sobs as I crumpled to the ground."I...I don't want this...I don't want any of this... I just want to go home, I want to see my mom, my brothers...I just don't want to be here." Huddled in a corner quietly muttering and crying to himself as the sun began to rise, a new day getting ready to start.

------------------------Two Months Later---------------------------

*GENERAL POV*

The hustle and bustle of the streets never seem to stop, from heroes patrolling the streets and stopping small crimes, to the everyday person rushing to and from work. Among the heroes and villains, among the everyday people there were grey spots. Within these gray spots resides the unwanted in society. Both the light and the dark shunned these people for one reason or the other, the quirkless, the people villainous quirks who couldn't bring them selves to hurt anybody. These people have heard whispers from the dark, full of promises of power, of wealth, and of freedom and no hardship.

The light makes promises of acceptance, of equality and of safety. Both however require something of you. Sometimes it is something you couldn't help but not have, sometimes it something that is part of you, and no matter how much you wish it to be different it will always be a part of you. And sometimes the price they ask you to pay to fit, in to join is so steep, not in money but something far more expensive...your humanity. Through the light and the darkness, a tattooed boy a few months past his sixth birthday, with white hair tied in a ponytail, golden eyes and a lean and semi muscular figure walks amongst the grey protecting them from both the light and dark.

*KENS POV*

After my mental breakdown in the ally, I decided to travel Japan and copy as many quirks as I could. I've gotten to the point where I could influence what quirks went where and sometimes, I could split the quirk up and send it to different items or would combine with something similar and increase its affects or improve is efficiency. One of my main priorities was to figure out when in the story I was it was obviously before the fall of the M.L.A, but how far ahead was the real question.

It didn't take as long as I thought it would. My question wasn't answered through hours of investigation or venturing into dangerous areas it was caused by running into the mean green crybaby machine himself Izuku Midoriya. I bumped into him has he was running from Bakugo Katsuki. And my god they are one year older than me and somehow one has an ego so big it could belong to Escanor and the other cries so much that he legit made a puddle. I stood there as one cried and tried to tell me something, it was kinda hard to understand through the sobs but I'm pretty sure I heard tun in there somewhere. The second was letting of mini explosions in his hand and screaming unintelligible words at me. Three punches a broken nose, and black eye later an unconscious seven your old, lay at my feet and the still crying boy stood in front of me arms stretched out and mumble crying "please don't hurt Katchan he's going to be a great hero..." At that point i just left, it was for the best really that is one weird relationship, and I had no planes on getting stuck in it.

Later on, after finding out when it was, I needed a fool proof plan so I could stack things in my favor. I was basically making plans to avoid the plot. I've read some fanfics about people changing the plot getting God like power and making harems etc. My goals were simple and fool proof; don't die, help who I can, find as much stuff from the old days (my era in my old life) as possible, and enjoy life as much as possible. This is my second life for fucks sake! like it or not, want it or not, I am here, and I am going to enjoy myself! No potato faced fuck, green haired crybaby, egotistic bomber, steroid using buffoon, or overgrown rat on Adderall is gunna stop me from living my life.