New Life and Stand

It has been four years since I reincarnated in my hero academia world as an orphan by the name of Yami Watanabe. If you asked me how I knew that the world where I lived was the world of my hero academia, wasn't it obvious? people around me seemed to have unusual appearances, such as pan for a head, branches for a hand and feet etc. It's not helping that the majority of people that I met always seem to ask about what my quirk was.

I had standard black hair like Tenya Ida, black eyes, an angular face, and small beauty marks on the below of my right eye. Yes, you heard it right, I just a guy with avearage looks that you could find in your everyday life.

"Hey, why are you in a daze?" a caretakers asked me suddenly and noticed my lack of responses to her question. She had been asking about what I was doing this morning and why I had just come back to the orphanage by the time the sun had already begun to come down.

"No, I've been thinking about what school I wanted to enroll in; is it UA or just regular school?" I answered her while I put my hands on the table, seeming a little focused on the pattern on the table, which I found a little interesting.

"Oooh, it's up to you, but I recommend you try your luck to enter UA, I heard that as a hero you will get a lot of money and opportunities," she advised me, but I noticed that she seemed a little excited about the notion of someone becoming a hero. After that, she left me to do her own thing.

I was not surprised by her answer. In this society where a person can bend steel regardless of age and gender, it had its advantages and downsides. The advantage and downside, the advantage was if you had a powefull and useful quirk, your future would be guaranteed. The downside was a lack of equal society in a true sense; if you were born quirkless or had an unsual quirk, you were going to be rejected by the people and the society entirely.

Unfortunately, I didn't awaken a single quirk until now, but I awakened something entirely different in the first years of my so-called dimensional travel, I awakened a stand. Yup, you guessed rights, stand as a humanoid entity formed by the spiritual power of the user in which it caused stand nature to reflect its user by large or small margin.

I turned my head to look on my right side, and there I found a gray mist that had no fixed form. I controlled the mist, and the mist gradually formed a humanoid figure with no eyes, no mouth, or anything that resembled human facial features. I brought the tip of my hand to my stand, and the tip of my hand began to be erased at a fast rate, but the unsettling things were happening to the tip of my fingers; there were no blood or wounds to be found.

I recalled that when I first awakened my stand, I erased an entire rock where I sat in the backyard of the orphan. I felt lucky that there wasn't anyone in the backyard. It wasn't like I pitied or felt sorry if anyone were harmed; I just didn't like the trouble or attention that it may have caused if those scenarios had happened.

I was cauntious because I didn't know the full extent of Grey Age and its abilities. I also didn't know where the things erased by the Grey Age would be. It wasn't like I didn't trained or anything like that, but in my opinion, stand wasn't the same as quirk or anyother other superpower. A stand was in a better word, a wild cards. It was a wild card because the nature and the extend of its ability couldn't be seen entirely by observing alone, even its user mayn't notice its abilities despite had been a stand user for years.

I just graduated from a local middle school near the orphanage. If you asked me if I were a genius or anything like that, my answer would be a big no. I like some courses like history and social cultures classes, and I absolutely loathed math because I coudn't stay calm when faced with math problems in a test or something similar.

I wasn't popular per se, but I wasn't a loner either. I didn't want to know why the protagonist in various novels started as a loner or an outcast; believe me, becoming a loner wasn't pleasant. So I just went with the flow and socialized like any normal person, but not overly friendly to a person who I just met or anything like that.

My goals were to live a secure and comfortable life in my new life, and becoming a hero would open the gate to archiving my goals for life in comfort in the cruel hero society.