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REBORN - MHA: Vongola X

This is an enthralling tale of one boy's journey from obscurity to legend, a story of perseverance, resilience, and the unyielding determination to achieve greatness. Dante's path is fraught with challenges, but it is his unwavering will and unbreakable spirit that will define him as he rises through the flames and reaches the pinnacle of heroism. AS I STARTED WRITING THIS I HAVE NOTICED THAT IT IS [SLOW PACED]. Proceed with caution and patience. This is my first fanfic. Also, it is full of grammar and spelling mistakes. You have been warned, I do not want to hear you complaining about my grammar and spelling. I am mainly writing to improve my typing speed, but I will be writing this on both my phone and PC. This is a work of fanfiction based on [My Hero Academia] created by [Kohei Horikoshi]. It is not intended for commercial use, and all rights to the original characters and settings belong to [Kohei Horikoshi]. Enjoy this fan-made creation inspired by [My Hero Academia].

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Limit Breaker

Time skip 6 months

There is no school today, so I picked today to push myself to my very limit. Let's see the full intensity and quantity of flames I can create after all my training. Today is the day I will summon my flames and control them. I walk to the empty open space in my room.

This time, I do not need a pillow to scream into. I stand in the space and gentle breath in. Then breathe out. In. Out. I do this until I am relaxed and at peace. My heart beating every slowly. I take one last breath.

It is time. I call forth my power within me. I feel it originating from my heart and flowing through me. Pumping through my veins from the palm of my hands to the soles of my feet.

A lot of the energy concentrated on my brain right behind my forehead. It was a refreshing sensation, but I knew what was to follow. I clenched my teeth as I readied all my strength and drew the energy out of my body, creating a small flame on my forehead.

I was assaulted by incredible pain, but I was familiar with this. I pushed forward, drawing more, and the flame grew, and so did the pain. But it was not enough. Continued drawing on more energy, the pain grew alongside it. But, no. Not enough, more.

I kept chanting as I called for more flames. My body was fire, and I felt every single burn, but I did not want to stop. I could not stop. I had come too far. I would sooner die than stop. 'More' I roared

The flames continued to grow, and the pain seemed to have no limit. The fire on my forehead could grow no bigger, so I set my sight on my palms and will flames to appear, and they did.

"Haha," I rejoiced

I had reached my limit.

Finally, I could stop. And put an end to this pain, this miserable existence.

As I was about to sto, a question appeared in my mind. A simple question.

'Is this it?'

Why would I think of something like that I had come a long way. I could now create a flame in my hand. Was that not enough? Why would I still be questioning myself? I'm at my limit. I can't go on. I will go further next time. But no, just for no, let me rest. I pleaded with myself. There was no reason. None.

'FINNEE!! HAVE IT YOUR WA,Y' I growled

Digging deep past my limi, pulling strength from my already depleted reservoir. My body trembling like a leaf my face etched with pain. Tears running down my face.

I will for more flames.

Silence.

Nothing happened.

Anger, rage swelled up inside me. My own quirk refused my call.

Disregarding the pain. Ignoring the weakness spreading through my body.

I demanded, I order, I command the flames to appear but to touch nothing. I don't know why, but as I did this, I felt an unfamiliar energy shock wave from me throughout the house, and the flames appeared around but burning nothing. It was a sight.

But before I could admire my work, the pain came adding to what was already there. Pushing past the limit of what I could endure. This was on a different threshold. It was pain that could kill a person, yet I had to endure it. I looked to see my parents' worried, shocked and weak expressions looking at me. I felt my consciousness slipping and the flames dispersing.

Third person POV

-A few minutes earlier -

"Did you hear that Haru is pregnant?" asked Hinata

"What!! Her? Who would dare impregnate that monster in human form?" Scream Ezio

"Oh, stop it." Hinata chuckled

"That girl used to chase us and beat us whenever we came near you." Ezio said, reminiscing.

"That's because you guys were always up to no good," she laughed

"Hahaha. Yeah, " he agrees.

"I'm happy for her, though." He commented.

"Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here?" He asked, noticing the usual rise in temperature.

"Yeah, it's late winter it shouldn't be this hot." She agrees, looking around.

They both saw a slight mirage on their stairs, suggesting that the heat was originating front up the stairs. A look of horror and dread appeared on their faces when they realised that their only son was currently upstairs in his room.

They quickly rushed up the stairs towards their son's room, disregarding the risk. The closer they got to the room, the hotter it got, making them fear the absolute worst. Their heart threatens to fall out of their chests. When they were mere feet from the door, their minds or spirit was assaulted by a strange force that threatened to break them.

With this new force came an even hotter heat wave promising to burn off their skin if they got any closer, less open the door to the room. But for their beloved son, they pushed forward, not forgetting to use their quirks for protection.

When they opened the door they were hit by a heatwave that could have ended their life where is not for the protection provided by their quirks but what they saw in that room was truly a sight to behold. They were weak and fainting from the mental and spiritual assault but they will never forget what they saw.

They saw a room filled with raging golden orange flames dancing on everything, yet burning nothing. But in that room, there was a region where the flames dared not intrude. And in that region stood their son with a beautiful golden orange flame blazing on his forehead. He wore a crown made of fire and wielded the same flames in his hands like jewellery of flame. His face contorted with pain yet made no sound, his body trembling, yet he stood standing. And his eyes.

His eyes were frighteningly calm yet filled with bottomless determination. He looked like a king, an emperor, a conqueror.