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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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Transformation

The next day, early in the afternoon, on a field, the size of 5 football pitches. Stood three people conversing. One was Dante, wearing a classic black and white suit with buttons undone and a pair of black high top sneakers, with a hand in his pocket.

And a who seemed to be in her 20s wearing a black long sleeve shirt, with kaki cargo jogger and black combat boots.

"Alright, Dante, this is Isabella, the person you will be fighting. She was trained by your aunty Aurora. She's here to test you and help us come to a decision." Sebastian said.

He then took a step back and said " I wish you the best of luck. Please start whenever you feel ready."

Then sunk into his shadow, rushing to a building at the side of the wide field. In this building Dante's grandfather, father, mother, sister, uncle, aunty, Nanao, and few others were seated towards a large window with direct and uninterrupted view of the field, with a huge screen above clearly showing the two fighters.

"Look at him. Just standing there. That guy thinks he's all that. I hope he gets the shit kicked out of him. Little prick" Ezio, Dante's father, cursed.

To which he we chastised by his father and wife.

"If you guys feel so strongly, then how about a little wage? Who will win Dante or Isabella?" Ezio put forth.

"This trial isn't about winning or losing it's about showing us how far he has come." Hinata corrected, calmly.

"Sweety, it's a fight and in every fight there is a winner and a loser." Ezio maintained.

"My money is on Isabella. She was trained by Aurora, and we all know she doesn't play." He quickly added.

"You bustard, you absolute waste of space. It is that boy's misfortune to have you as a father." Giovanni, Ezio's father shouted. With Hinata humming and nodding in agreement.

"So you guys vote Dante, I take it?" He confirmed.

"Isabella." They said quietly, avoiding everyone's judgemental looks.

"Shameless."

People whispered and laughed.

"Dante." Aurora said. Adding nothing else.

"Oh, that's interesting." Ezio hummed.

Of all the people in the room, Dante only got 3 votes in his favour.

1 from Aurora of course, and the other from Nanao who was with Dante throughout the years. Finally, his uncle Leo, who only did so because he pitied the poor guy.

"Alright look it seems like it's starting."

Back on the field, Dante was conversing with Isabella getting to know each other.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road." Isabella stated.

Taking out a coin, she said " We start when this coin hits the ground."

Flipping the coin high.

They both watched the coin as it flipped through the air but never took their attention off their opponents.

Guessing what the others' first move was going to be.

*PENG*

The coin hit the ground.

Dante quickly backed far away from Isabella putting some distance between them.

"Aww, don't go. I don't bite." She teased playfully.

"Oh, that's sad. Kinda wished you would bite." Dnate smirkingly replied.

'One doesn't spend their time in the drama filled book club of lonely wives and single mothers without picking up a thing or two.' He thought.

Isabella was shocked but didn't back down.

"Well, why don't you come a little closer then." She said

"Why, what are you going to do if I do?"

"Come and I will tell you." She breathed.

"You know I'm actually tempted. Yep, you're definitely dangerous."

Before Isabella could say anything, Dante's forehead flashed an orange-gold light that quickly went off.

Flames engulfed his hands then retreated, leaving behind two crystal white guns.

Although there was not much difference from the average gun. There was one unique thing. And that was that the gun had an exceptionally long barrel. About 38cm or the length of two books. (AN/ for the American readers).

Without any hesitation, he quickly pointed one at Isabella and fired. Shooting a crystal bullet her way.

She quickly ducked to the side, sprinting towards him. Dante did not panic and just readjusted, aiming one gun at her and the other where she was heading.

Constantly firing without ceasing. His forehead flashing occasionally.

But despite his efforts, none hit the mark she was weaving and running, avoiding the gunfire.

"Hey, beautiful, I'm going to take it up a notch. Be careful" He shouted.

His eyes seemed to flash. Then he readjusted his gun and fired.

*BANG*

Her hand was hit.

'What' she thought, shocked.

Back in the building, everybody watching the fight gaze narrowed.

"A fluke?"

Isabella was shocked but still kept running towards Dante, quickly checking her hand on the way.

"Don't worry beautiful, I redused the firepower so it shouldn't break that smooth skin of yours. Though, it will hurt like hell."

She was getting close but he didn't worry, just readjusted again and fired 3 shots.

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*

The shots hit her in the stomach, chest, and shoulder.

'It wasn't a fluke.' Everybody thought.

This time, it was confirmed. It definitely wasn't a fluke. He was really predicting her moves.

Despite the pain, she rushed to him a few steps away.

Again, he fired.

Not dodging this time, she quickly flick her hand up and the earth beneath her rose up into a spike shielding her.

"Oh, a freaking earthbender."

She rushed in from behind the pillar. Then launched multiple spikes at him.

Which he calmly avoided.

But it was already done she was in front of him. She went in for a turning kick which he predicted so he leaned back with a smirk to avoid it gracefully.

But the unexpected happened. He was kicked in the face, he sent spinning and crashing into the ground.

'What the fuck?' He wonder. Surprised at how she was able to hit him when clearly dodged.

Not waiting for him, she approached him rapidly. And released a fury of punches.

Again he tried to weave and avoid them only to be hit again and again. Then finally punched in the face and sent flying.

"Ha" Ezio snickered. Laughing uncontrollably.

"He really thought he was something. He was trying so hard to look cool. Hahaha"

With others snickering and grinning in the back.

"Although, he has master the Vongola intuition to a frightening degree. He will need more than they to pass this test."

Isabella looked at Dante getting up with a frown on his bruised face.

He realised her trick, whenever he moved to dodge her attack, she would speed up her attack to prevent his escape.

"Aww, why so quiet. Cat got your tongue?"

"You're going to need more than Vongola intuition to beat me."

With an understanding look he thought 'Oh, that's why she adapted so fast. She miss took [Observation Haki] for Vongola intuition.'

Calming down, he smile and said " I didn't hit that beautiful face of yours and yet look at what you've done to mine."

"What can I say. I like it rough." She bit back.

"Rough you say. Oh, I be can rough. I can be very rough." He nodded.

Pausing. He looked at her. "The safety word is Daddy." He added. Winking at her.

*INHALE*

*EXHALE*

A orange-golden flame exploded on his forehead, burning gently like a jewellery on a crown. His reddish brown hair slowly turned white. His previously burning golden eyes now calm and tranquil gold with the deepness of the ocean. His face serious, ready for action.

The guns in his hands shattered and was engulfed by flames. The flames cover his hands and slowly froze over. Creating a crystal white glove on each hand.

The glove had reinforcement on the tips of the fingers and knuckles. A lightweight gauntlet. And on the back of the hand, the words 'VONGOLA I' craved into it. With a transparent semi-sphere covering it and an orange gold flame inside.

His blazer blowing in the wind.