What is an individuality?

{Would you like to confirm the data available on James Miller?}

Yes, I think that would be good... After all, he was my father now.

{Name: James Miller}

{Age: 35}

{Height: 2.10 meters}

{Individuality: Philosopher's Stone}

Hang on! What do you mean by the philosopher's stone!?

Not that stone that produced gold and that could bestow immortality!?

How could that be called 'individuality'?

What was individuality? This was looking more and more important.

{Quirk is what could be called supernatural powers, with 80% of humanity having powers, society quickly created government-regulated heroes to stop those so-called villains who misuse their Quirks}

That was... a lot to take in and there was a lot of dangerous information in there.

It was a scary thing to think that anyone on the street could… I don't know spit out a ball of fire.

{According to data in an internet forum, more than half of the individualities are weak or not suitable for combat}

Oh, that was less worrisome but a society of heroes was more worrisome but fascinating.

It was amazing to think that there were heroes with punches capable of collapsing buildings and sprouting wings, but there was the other side, the villains.

This world was more dangerous than I initially thought, and I thought I would be one of the few powerful people in the world, but I think at least I could enjoy this life.

Am I supposed to be a hero?

I had the power to be.

Was this what the beautiful voice wanted when it asked me to serve a purpose greater than myself?

Honoring her wish would be the least I could do, even if it caused me trouble, yet I never thought about being a... hero.

It almost gave me a headache, all this thinking.

There would be time for reflection when I left this room and finished what I was initially doing, checking out data on James Miller, my father.

{Name: James Miller}

{Age: 35}

{Height: 2.10 meters}

{Individuality: Philosopher's Stone}

{Hero Name: equivalency}

{James Miller owner of the company 'Miller Heroic Assists', also known as the former hero, equivalency.}

{James Miller was marked by social ascension, born to a prostitute in America, his mother died early and he spent a part of his childhood having to survive on the streets but soon he was noticed by a Japanese hero who took him in and brought him to the academy of heroes at U.A., where he met his future wife, James Miller was such a genius that he quickly became a star student, often being compared to All Might.}

{Seven years ago James Miller's family was targeted by a villain while he was out of the country, the villain's attack was so inhumane that he even declared retirement due to the depression and trauma he developed following the attack on his family, according to news he has been in a deep depression ever since.}

That... It was too much.

I could only feel sorry for this man's pain... It wasn't something many could handle and shouldn't handle, and now a son with no memory.

I don't think this one could take it this time, should I run away?

No, that would only break his heart even more, if I was here at least I could try to help him.

TOC!

TOC!

TOC!

My heart skipped a beat along with a knock on the door, does he already know I'm awake?

I wasn't ready to have this conversation between a father and son with no memory.

"Could you open the door, Mr. Miller?

We are from the medical team and we came to do the daily analysis!".

A young female voice said, surprise not who I expected but it made sense the medical team came to check.

"Of course, wait a moment, I'm on my way."

I warned the doctor as I jumped out of bed, and not to my surprise it didn't hurt or feel weak.

I felt normal, no, I felt light and full of energy like I could run a marathon.

Doubtful of the strange feeling of lightness, I looked down at my bare arms and noticed that they felt... thicker.

And now that I realized I was shirtless and only wearing a pair of pants, how come I didn't notice?

And how did I not feel cold?

I looked around the room again and found the cause of the lack of cold, there were no windows, I must have been blind.

{ After deep analysis it was determined that there is no problem in the vision, but in the head, as Kazuhira Miller has attention deficit disorder}

Great, one more problem I didn't need to have.

I took a deep breath, put a smile on my face, and went to answer the door, as it was rude to keep a lady waiting.

I opened the door, took a step back, and let the LADIES pass while carrying a bag each, after all not one girl but three of them, they were twins, and they weren't the same.

They were IDENTICAL!

The same blond hair, the green eyes, the upturned nose, the pale skin like a vampire that doesn't get the sun, the full lips, the dimpled cheeks and devils, even the breasts that almost seemed to burst out of the lab coat, they were simply identical. ..

Ah, maybe it was the Quirk of one of them, maybe they cloned themselves?

"Good morning, Mister Miller.

I'm Daphne, and my sister here on my left is called Tifa, and the one on my right is called Elizabeth.

After introducing herself, Daphne did something that made my eyes widen.

She reached into one of the bags and simply pulled out a CHAIR!

She pulled a chair out of a bag that barely held my head.

I was starting to think that they weren't clones of an individuality.

And as if to confirm my tifa assumption, she loosened a few buttons on her lab coat, releasing the hidden wonders, and reached into the middle of the valleys and pulled out a full-length mirror.

Now I wouldn't be surprised even if the other sister took off her pants and made a plane out of her private parts. nothing bothered me anymore.