The Smartest Man in MHA

2060, New York, a certain hospital...

Tick tock tick tock...

The sound of the ticking clock was heard as the cesarean section of the hospital was beaming with people operating on a woman.

"Scalpel..." the doctor held out his hand as a piece of scalpel was given to him. He tore the muscles and eventually got to the place where the baby was. He saw that the umbilical cord of the baby was wrapping around his neck. Such a thing is surely bad as the baby might get suffocated and therefore die.

Minutes gone by and the operation became a success. The baby was safely extracted from his predicament. The mother was currently asleep as she's administered a general anesthesia to ensure it's completely painless.

The doctor held the healthy baby biy by the baby's foot as he observed it. The baby showed no signs of crying whatsoever. He then gently put his finger on the chest of the baby to ensure the baby was breathing and his heart pumping.

The staff looked at each other as they find it hard to believe what they're seeing. They thought that the kid must've had those superpowers like from the videos they saw for he's not crying and only sleeping peacefully.

The doctor however, wasn't the one who believes on such a phenomenon. After all those videos might have been edited for all he cares.

So, he decided to slap the baby's ass to ensure if he's really alive. The doctor raised his hand up high as in the blink of an eye he already thrown a crunchy sounding slap directed to the ass of the baby.

"Arghhhhh"

A boy 12 years of age suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, sweat was seen all over his body. His heart was pumping fast, really fast as he felt the sense of dread once more after he dreamed of that very same moment again.

"Arghhh, that doctor was the worst! Slapping my baby ass like it's his meat!" said the boy as he took his soaked shirt off and threw it on the floor.

The boy stood up from his bed and slowly walked to his room's window. He saw was a bustling city under the night sky. The view on his room was truly mesmerizing.

It's been more than a decade since the appearance of what they call quirks was first seen. At this time, mutations on kids giving them the ability of supernatural prowess, strength, and many more became normal occurrence. But he, he hasn't developed anything, not even a strand of hair on his armpit.

This however, was fine with the boy before. He knew people that got those superpowers are some sort of "chosen one" type of people. He argued that the quirks was given to people with great destiny and help further advancements of the society.

But everything changed when the first appearance of a villain was recorded. The villan wreaked havoc on Manhattan, killing thousands and injuring millions as the weaponry of the military didn't even do a scratch to the villain.

Instead, the people with superpowers was the one who battled the villain and eventually defeated him. But the villain escaped, but the world knew that that day marked the day in which the era of military technology was over.

Military technological companies and the like has seen a significant drop on the price of their stocks aa people didn't even thought that the technologies will protect them from crazy people with superpowers. How will a Gloc fair against someone with superhuman strength?

Governments from around the world was in turmoil as the UN Security Council conveyed a meeting which they decided to create a league of heroes whose job is to combat the villains. They also declared that they'll focus their full research capabilities on the study of quirks and the development of weapons of war wouls be severely limited.

The boy was only around 5 years old at that time so he still doesn't know what it meant. So when he eventually got older he finally knew what the leaders meant.

At this moment, a man who's flying flew pass the window of the bedroom of the boy. The boy was startled as he took a step back subconsciously and tripped on something.

"Ouch!" said the boy as he held his ass who hit the floor hard. After the pain has subsided he slowly stood up and observed his room.

It was messy, so messy. His experimental technologies can be seen here. Gloves that can control the sentry turrets on his laboratory and many more.

But the most eye catching one out of all these fascinating pieces of technologies at least for him was the large scale controlled body paralyzing EMP bomb.

He slowly walked towards the EMP bomb he called "Site lockdown" and touched it as he felt nostalgic on the times he first thought to build such a thing and remembered the times his father was still a good one.

Flashback....

Year 2065, a couple of years after the first appearance of quirks...

"Gerald! Come down! It's dinner time!" shouted a woman with a mature voice and figure. The boy upstairs heard this and just sighed as he stopped reading quantum mechanics in his computer while listening to classical musics.

The boy was a genius based on his parents. He said his first words at 7 months and learned the basic operations on 2. Then from there his genius literally became almost godlike. He's been solving derivatives since he's 3 years old, the tutor they got for him was stupefied on the boy. She hasn't seen someone this smart before like literally smart. Her tutelage only lasted for 6 months before the boy's 4th birthday as she finally ran out of things to teach him and left with a satisfied heart. Then when he became 4 he created his first piece of technology secretly using the failed products of his father in the basement.

The technology was the EMP grenade. He didn't showed his father about such a thing as he feared he might have take this grenade he treated as a toy away.

From then on, he created all sorts of weird technologies using the failed products of his father as materials. All of this was done secretly at night.

"Coming!" said Gerald as he took off his headphones and slowly walked out of his room and to the dining room.

Gerald slowly walked on the stairs as his small figure looked cute. His thick black hair bounced everytime he took a step on the stairs.

After sometime he finally reached the dining room and sat down as his green eyes observed the whole room.

"Mom, where's dad?" asked Gerald as he took the napkin in his table and put it on his lap.

"Ah daddy texted me saying he is still busy on his work." said the mother of Gerald as she also sat down.

"Mom is what daddy told me true? That he'll lose his job due to those heroes?" asked Gerald as he started to much down on the prepared food in the table.

"That's not true son. Daddy won't lose his job okay. Now finish eating and tomorrow would be the first day of your classes." said the mother as she smiled and made Gerald's hair messy while eating.

What she said was naturally a lie. Her husband will probably be laid off due to the continuously value decrease of the company he's working.

Her husband was working as a researcher on military related technologies but due to the failure of the military technologies on stopping the villain the company he's working lost great amount of value in the stock market.

His mom might've lied naturally but Gerald wasn't a fool. He's read between the lines that his father miggt be really laid off. So in order to help, he decided to create a thing that will surely prevent his father from getting laid off.

Sometime later he finally finished his meal and returned to his room. He laid down on his bed to think of the right item to create to try and help his father.

"I need to think something that will help daddy! Screw school, we won't be learning how to solve the Riemann Zeta function tomorrow nor would it get anywhere near that. I'll create bigger and more powerful EMP grenade! The likes that can paralyze anyone on the range where it detonated!" exclaimed Gerald as he suddenly felt the rush of adrenaline on his body.

His shout was heard by his mother which shouted back.

"Shut your mouth there Gerald and sleep! You still have school tomorrow!"

Tomorrow...

Gerald was seen sleeping on the workshop table of their house's basement. He gas thick eye bags and was absolutely tired like heck. He looked like a dead vegetable in appearance.

At this moment, a bird suddenly flew and landed near Gerald as it pecked his arms to try and wake him up.

"Hey get away from me Eren!" exclaimed Gerald as he suddenly woke up and slapped the bird away who just flew away.

Just then, his father came to the basement to check up on things when he saw his only son sitting on the only chair there with what looked like a product in front of him. The tall skinny figure of his father who looked like an average academician can be seen.

"Gerald! What are you doing here?" shouted the father as he walked towards Gerald's position and took the EMP bomb to study it.

"Uhm... I created that! Yes I created that so you won't be fired from your job!" immediately reasoned Gerald as he rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"Y-you created this?" asked his father in shock and excitement as he studied it to find out how to make it work or what's it purposes. He can see that it's made up of his failed experimental products. It's seen from the weird nonsense of a color schemes and the names plastered on the shell.

"Of course dad! I created that, though it's not the best I can create, but it's still pretty great considering the usable materials from your failed products was only few." said Gerald completely telling the truth. He didn't bothered to hide the fact that he created this and it came from the failed products as there's no point there after all, he intended to give this EMP bomb to his daddy.

The dad was shaking in shock and fear as he pressed a totally not suspicious red colored button on the object.

When he did so the object suddenly lose its outer shell revealing a complex circuit of wires and whatnot inside with 4 major wires connected to 4 batteries on the outer shell.

The father was shocked once more as he laid the object down to further study it. Gerald on the other hand started to explain the uses of the object.

"This object here father is what I call site lockdown! It has the effects of stun guns and EMP weaponry combined. I achieved this through..." as Gerald started to talk about the object he created, his father intently listened.

But as time slowly passed by, his son told him was getting more and more absurd. But he wasn't frightened instead he's satisfied.

He knew that his son was the next Nikola Tesla and he'll be the Thomas Edison ...