Quirk Training

It was only a basic quirk assessment designed to test the limits of my power, but after the testing was complete, my mother and father told me seriously that my quirk had the potential to be very powerful. They told me I would become a great hero in the future.

I wasn't super sure what they had meant, but hearing that I would become a great hero in the future, I just smiled, nodded and loudly agreed.

But as our little family was celebrating my newly discovered powers, the doctor rained on our parade.

"Shigeo-san, I know you and your wife is very happy about your son's powerful quirk, and I hate to be the wet blanket, but well, Fumiko-san, you were a pro-hero once, so you should be familiar with the problem of children who possess powerful quirks." He sombrely began.

My mom who had previously been exuberant paused before nodding slightly.

The doctor continued, "Your son is able to generate immense force telekinetically, and as we have found out, he can exert this force on both organic and inorganic matter. I'm sure you can see how dangerous this can be without me describing it."

My mom flinched at the thought.

"200kg of force exerted on a human body... it is enough to crush bones. And he has only just awoken his quirk. He is only five years old now, but as he gets older, the limits of his powers will greatly expand. This might sound strange, but if his current limits never change, that would be the best outcome for everyone involved. If it continues growing stronger... Which is why it is imperative little Yasuo must learn to control his powers. As soon as possible. Otherwise, he might become a danger not just to himself but others around him."

My parents looked at each other before turning to me, who didn't really understand all the words the doctor had said, but could sense that the atmosphere had changed very suddenly.

My dad nodded, "We understand doctor. What should we do?"

"It is good that he only recently awakened his quirk. He still has a year before he starts attending Elementary school. I recommend letting him stay here until that time, so that he can learn how to control his quirk safely."

Mom furiously shook her head, "Impossible! I won't let Yasu-chan stay here for an entire year! He needs to be with us, with his parents!"

"I understand your concern madam, but if it is between letting your son stay here or having the possibility of him hurting himself with his own quirk one day, which one would you prefer?"

"That is-! Why are these the only two options!"

I looked between the doctor and my parents, unsure of what it is they were arguing over. I pulled on my mom's sleeve, "Please don't make me go away, mom. I don't want to leave you and dad."

My mom immediately crumbled, pulling me into her embrace, "There is no way. I won't let you take Yasu-chan!"

"Fumiko..." Dad started but was silenced with a furious glare from mom.

"Please don't misunderstand, madam. We won't take your son forcibly, we're not monsters. It is entirely up to you, his parents. However, I beseech you to please reconsider. Right now we can't force you to do anything, but the day your son accidentally hurts someone with his quirk, we will have to take him away for the safety of both him and everyone else around him. With or without your consent." The doctor ominously explained.

"If anyone tries, I will-!" Mom's face scrunched up in a cold fury as she began seething with rage.

"Fumiko!" My dad, who is usually very passive and accommodating to his wife sternly called out.

Mom flinched, before sharing a look with dad and then deflating helplessly in concession.

Dad continued, "Perhaps we can come to a compromise? Instead of having Yasu-chan stay here full time, we can bring him here every morning for him to learn control, and bring him home in the evening? That way Yasu-chan can be with his family while minimizing the risks of injuring himself?"

The doctor chuckled, "Yes, that was the alternate option I was about to suggest before madam blew up."

My mom blushed in embarrassment, "I... I can accept that compromise. As long as Yasu-chan won't be taken away from us, that is fine."

And that was how I started learning to control my quirk from specialists.

-----(Time skip 6 months - Yasuo age 5)------

It has been a few months since I started going to the Quirk Assessment Center to learn how to control my quirk.

Because I had to go to the QAC almost every day of the week, barring Saturday and Sunday, from morning to evening, I had to stop going to preschool. Which really sucked cause I liked going to school and having fun with my friends.

I was stubborn at first, insisting that I would never hurt anyone with my quirk, accidentally or not. But when he asked how I would feel if I accidentally hurt mom with my quirk by not learning how to control it, I had to admit that it would be a sucky feeling.

The bright side was that I got to play with my quirk everyday as well. The doctor told me that I needed to learn how to control my quirk so that I won't accidentally hurt anyone.

Initially, rather than pushing the limit of my quirk by asking me to lift heavier and heavier things, I was told to do simple, mundane, everyday tasks with my quirk rather than my body. Eating, writing, tying shoelaces or even playing with LEGO blocks. Tasks that needed fine motor control even when using your own hands.

After that was done, the doctor wanted me to be able to perform intricate actions with my quirk like painting and drawing or completing what he called dexterity puzzles.

A few of those puzzles were really fun, like having to telekinetically move around a box that had a clear lid in order to manoeuvre the tiny metal ball inside a maze to fall into a hole. Or playing an old school board game called Operation, where I had to carefully use a small tweezer to remove plastic ailments from small cavities. If the tweezer touched the edges of the cavities, the 'patient's' nose would turn red and an alarm would buzz.

At first it was difficult, like I would accidentally crush the maze box, shattering it into pieces when I got frustrated or excited. Or when the tweezers would violently pierce through the board game when I recoiled from the loud alarm. But after some time, I became more capable at using my quirk. Not in terms of strength and speed, but in terms of control.

Here I learned that often times, there were some problems that could not be solved with brute force. Sometimes, a gentle hand can be more effective at solving a problem than a forceful one.

After awhile, I could move things with my mind even better than I could with my own hands. Painting while holding a brush with my psychokinesis could produce a work that would better resemble the picture I have in my mind as compared to painting with my own hand.

Dexterity puzzle games could be completed in just a few seconds, or even shorter if I cheated and controlled the tiny metal ball in the maze to move through the labyrinth by itself.

I was then taught how to play the ukulele, a tiny guitar. The doctor wanted me to only use my quirk to play the ukulele, which was easier than I thought after going through all the previous exercises. I learned how to play all the chords in just a day and then moved on to playing scales, a set of musical notes in ascending or descending pitch, and then subsequently chords.

Here I learned how to form what I can only describe as invisible hands. They were like intangible, astral constructs that helped me with more delicate tasks such as playing an instrument. When I explained to the doctors what I did, they asked me why I described them as hands. I answered honestly that I didn't know. They guessed that maybe it was because I was most familiar with hand-like appendages, but theorized that it was possible for there to be no restrictions in the shape of the constructs I could create.

It wasn't long before I became proficient in the instrument, being able to play an entire tab with just my psychokinesis. The first song I was taught was an old song called La Vie En Rose. Of course, if I tried it with my hands it would sound like complete rubbish.

Manipulating objects with my quirk was completely different to touching them with my own physical hands. My quirk was directly connected to my mind, I only had to will it in order for my telekinesis to move instantly as I wanted. My hands, on the other hand, required fine motor control that needed to be trained in order to achieve the level of dexterity I had with my Psychokinesis.

I enjoyed learning to play instruments, and the specialists at the Quirk Assessment Center was only too willing to oblige my requests. I moved from the ukulele to the guitar, the violin and then the piano.

The violin was the hardest to pick up, because unlike the guitar and ukulele where I could just strum the strings with my 'Phantom Hands', dubbed by the doctor, I had to manipulate the violin bow in concurrence as well. The piano was my fondest instrument. Simply because unlike most pianist, I was not confined to having just two hands to play the piano.

The most complicated and intricate sonatas could be performed by me with ease as long as I knew the chords.

After the past few months of learning control, the doctor decided that my education in control was complete. He was now confident that it would be unlikely for me to hurt anyone accidentally with my quirk. After all, he claimed, if I could play Beethoven's Sonata No.29 on a piano while at the same time play Concerto in D Minor by Sibelius on the violin, chances are it would take conscious effort on my part to, for instance, break someone's bone.

Now that he was confident in my control, he wanted to see if my maximum capacity of, for lack of a better word, psychic energy could be increased with training. So I was set to the task of pushing my limits every day, lifting heavier and heavier objects, and moving them faster and faster as well.

In the blink of an eye, it was finally the last day of my training in the Quirk Assessment Center. While, to be more accurate, the last month of my training was not at the Quirk Assessment center. When I reached the maximum measurement capacity of the laboratory, I had to go to a specialized facility to continue training the maximum output of my quirk.

On the last day of my training, the maximum force I could generate on a single object was measured to be 2,680 kilograms. And the speed at which I could move a 100kg metal weight was measured to be 166 metres per second - slightly less than half the speed of sound. But the force of the 100kg weight impacting the measuring device at that speed was roughly equivalent to 16,600 newtons or 16.6 kilonewtons. That was more than ten times the force of a medieval cannonball being fired at the muzzle.

Or at least that was what I heard from the Quirk Specialist. I didn't understand a word of what they were saying, but the way they were saying it made me feel proud.

The reason why my quirk training was ending because next week I was starting Elementary school, where I was repeatedly and vigorously told that I could not use my quirk. Quirk usage in public places were considered illegal, with the only exception being pro-heroes or other civil servants like policemen and fire fighters. With the concept of control being hammered into my brain for the last year, it was not a difficult rule to follow.

Yet, at the same time, I had been constantly using my quirk for almost every aspect of my life for the past year. It might be difficult to reconcile the two contradictory concepts while I got used to not using my quirk in school. I wonder why do adults always send mixed messages?