《Sandman in MHA》


 Prologue

    ¡°Yuta! It¡¯s time for school.¡± His mom exclaimed from the living room.


    ¡°I¡¯m almost done, just give me a minute.¡± Yuta said when he rushed into the bathroom and took his bath. Coming out, he dressed in his school uniform and went downstairs to meet his mom as they exited the house.


    *Bell rings*


    ¡®Heheheh, Now I¡¯ve got to go home and eat then get to sleep all day.¡¯ He thought with a villainous smile as he waited for his mom to come pick him up at the front gate of the school.


    ¡°Mom!¡± I shouted as I waved his hand toward his approaching mom.


    ¡°Yuta! How are you doing and how was school today?¡± Asked mom as she smiled.


    ¡°I''m good, mom. And school was great. I got to sleep all day in class.¡± I replied as I jumped towards my mother and gave her a hug.


    ¡°Aww that¡¯s good to hear.¡° She said as she gave Yuta a serious look. As we got home, mom told me to go take my bath which I did as well and quickly changed into my favorite sleeveless hoodie as I ran downstairs towards the dining table and waited for mom to serve my food.


    Shortly after I finished eating, I went upstairs where my room was and then I fell asleep lazily.


    [Next morning]


    *Yawn*


    ¡®Oh shit!¡¯ I quickly jumped off the bed and looked at the clock and saw I¡¯m 15 minutes late for school and I quickly took off my pajamas, brushed my teeth and turned on the shower to take my bath. I begin to wash my body under the shower and got to open my eyes I could see the floor in the bathroom filled with sand as I begin to wonder how it got there but didn¡¯t pay much attention to it as I continued to wash the soap off my body and saw my body began to melt as I quickly jumped out of the shower to and found out I can¡¯t see my hands anymore.


    ¡°Ahhhhhhhhh!¡± I screamed out of fear thinking today was my dying wish as my body began streaming down sands all over the room as my mom just bumped in out of nowhere only to see me on the floor without hands and she screamed out of shock seeing my body falling apart as she went numb for a second standing still and she quickly snapped out of her daydreaming and rushed downstairs only to call the school saying my son will be absent as she cut off the call and then proceeded to call an ambulance to come carry her son as she felt some kind of fear which she haven¡¯t felt in her whole life.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    Getting to the hospital, Yuta was rushed into the operating room where the doctors had to operate in him but only to find out his condition was normal, the doctors quickly sent for the mother and told her Yuta had awakened his ¡®Quirk¡¯ simply known as the ¡®Sand¡¯ at the age of 4. And if he doesn''t learn how to stabilize or rather control his quirk at his own will then he might go out of control and maybe his whole body will turn into sand and I might not be able to transform back.


    ¡°So I¡¯ll bring young Yuta with me to register his quirk right away and you, being the mother, will have to sign the registration form.¡± Said the doctor to Yuta¡¯s mom in a calm voice as he led the way to the quirk registration office.


    ¡°Okay doc.¡± Mom said as she stood up from the chair she sat down and followed the doctor to get the form signed.


    After mom signed the quirk registration form, the doctor gave her some meds as she was ordered by the doctor to give to me after my dinner before going to bed. We got home during 5:49 in the evening and mom took me to my room and helped changed my clothes to my night pajamas and then she instructed me to be in the dining table for dinner in the next 2 minutes which I did and I was served my favorite for dinner which I enjoyed and then I was giving the drugs the doctor gave my mom and she kissed me in the forehead wishing me goodnight as I went to my bedroom and lazily falling asleep like a dog.


    [Next day morning]


    *Yawns*


    Yuta woke up abruptly to his blaring alarm, eyes wide with determination set for the day. I flashily jumped off from bed with my scattered hair and sleepy eyes as I rushed up to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, took off my pajamas as I switch on the shower to take my bath and got my lazy ass back to the wardrobe and picked up my dress and changed to my school uniform. I rushed downstairs as I greeted my mom


    ¡°Good Morning mom.¡± I said


    ¡°Good Morning to you sweetie, how was your night?¡±


    ¡°It was great.¡± I said as happily as I quickly picked my seat and waited for my breakfast to be served.


    ¡°Mom, what do we get for breakfast?¡± I said as my nose picked up the lovely aroma coming from the kitchen.


    ¡°Sandwich with fried egg and milk.¡± Mom said as she served me my breakfast which I enjoyed so much. I took my school bag and ran outside waiting for my school bus to come pick me up as mom waved me as I took off.


    We got to school that morning as I came down from the school bus and rushed down to my class. Getting there I saw the other kids playing around as I went straight ahead to my seat in the top right corner of the class and rest my head, our homeroom teacher came in.


    ¡°Good morning class.¡± She said with a lovely smile


    ¡°Good morning Mr. Ken.¡± The whole class replied back to their homeroom teacher and then we took our seats and brought our english textbook and notebook out from our school bag for lecture. After our lecture ended, I opened my textbook and began to revise what we learnt today for our approaching weekly test a week from now.


    *Bell rings*


    ¡®Finally.¡¯ I thought to myself as I arranged my school bag and headed out to the school front gate where I saw my mom waiting for me as I simply ran and gave her a hug. We got home and I quickly ran to my room, took my bath and came downstairs as I had my dinner and quickly went back to my room.


    ¡®Okay I think it''s time for me to focus more on how to control my quirk and also work on my physical strength. But where do I start from?¡¯ I began to think on how to develop my control over my quirk and also my physical strength so I came to a conclusion to start with the simple basis since I know I''m the weakest and also the most lazy human on earth.


    It was another day when Yuta woke up earlier than usual and quickly washed my face with warm water and brushed my teeth as I walked and locked my room door gently trying not to wake my mom.


    ¡®Okay I guess I¡¯ll start with 10 push ups and 10 sit ups.¡¯ I thought as I began my training to become the strongest the world has ever seen. I began to count as I started doing push ups and knowingly my whole body started drooling with sweats as I collapsed in the 7th push up. I stood up again and gave it a second try, which I completed. I did 10 push ups and took a 3 minute break and continued with the next phase which was a little tougher for me when I collapsed again on the floor and tried to catch my breath. I stood up with passion once more and gave it my all as I started my 10 sit ups which I completed as I passed out due to exhaustion.


    ¡°Ahhhh shit!¡± I cursed as I opened my eyes and tried to stand up but my legs were weak and paralyzed due to the exercise I just did. I crawled to the bathroom and took off my clothes and leaned against the wall trying to catch my breath and forced myself to stand and finally I did and quickly took my bath, dressed and went straight ahead to my bed. Dozing off the moment I fell and began snoring out loud.


    Holy smokes! Who knew sleep could feel this heavenly?!

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    *Car horns*


    ¡°I¡¯m back, Yuta.¡± She yelled as she came inside the house but she didn¡¯t get any reply back as she felt something was wrong. She quickly dropped her luggages on the floor and rushed towards my room and slightly her eyes caught me laying down on the couch snoring out loud due to exhaustion.


    She carried me to my room and laid me on the bed and she left quietly avoiding waking me up. She went straight to her room and took her bath as she rushed downstairs to pick up her luggages and went inside the kitchen and prepared her favorite food for dinner ¡®pasta¡¯.


    She went back to my room and woke me up around 14 minutes past 8 in the night to come eat my dinner and gave me a command to come downstairs within 2 minutes which I did.


    ¡°Good evening mom.¡± I said with my sleepy eyes as I walked towards my seat.


    ¡°Good evening. How was your day at home?¡± She said to me while serving my food.


    ¡°It was awazwing.¡± Said with my sleepy eyes as mom laughed at me while serving my food. Here is your food sweetie.


    ¡°Thwank wyou mom and also goodnight to you mom.¡± Said as I opened my tiny little mouth wide like an ocean and yawned and began eating my pasta and fried chicken with orange juice. I finished eating my delicious dinner and thanked mom again for the meal as I lazily went back to my room and laid on the bed and fell asleep.


    ¡°Goodnight sweetie and have a wonderful dream.¡± She said smiling and went to the living room to watch the news and saw how the number one hero All Might took out the 5 villains robbing a jewelry store and beat the crap out of em.


    [Next day sunday morning]


    I woke up early as usual, did my 10 push ups and 10 sit ups and completed the drill. I picked up my towel and wiped off the sweats from my face and went straight ahead to the bathroom as I brushed my teeth and took my bath.


    I came out from the bathroom with my towel hanged around my little waist and picked up my cream and rubbed my whole body, took my ampiture as I sprayed my body and flashily dressed into my favorite clothes and wore a black face cap with a picture of All Might in it and went straight downstairs and wait for mom to come so we can head out.


    ¡°Sweetie, are you dressed up already?¡± Mom yelled from her room upstairs so I barely heard her well and answered.


    ¡°Yes mom.¡±


    Mom came downstairs and saw me with my outfit and smiled as I turned away embarrassed. We went outside and went straight ahead to where the car was and opened the door and sat at the back seat of the car and laced myself with the seat belt installed in the car. Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author.


    Mom came inside the car and brought down the front mirror as she double checked her makeup and then she started the car and we drove down to the amusement park. We both enjoyed ourselves and after that mom took me to a cool place and I ordered pizza with orange juice for myself and mom ordered beef steak with beer and we both ate to our limit. Getting back into the car we drove back home and it was late so I just went ahead to my room, took my bath and laid on my bed.


    I woke up early and firstly stuck to my exercise to become the world¡¯s greatest and completed my 10 push ups and 10 sit ups. After that I then went inside the bathroom, brushed my teeth, took my bath properly and came out as I dressed in my school uniform and then went downstairs to get my breakfast and ate then picked up my lunch box and headed out the house and saw my school bus waiting and I hopped on.


    We got to school then I took off to my class, getting there I saw some children my age playing with their quirk and I got a little bit discouraged that I wasn¡¯t even close to using my quirk randomly like others. I smiled whenI watched my classmates playing with their quirks as I cheered for them.


    Our homeroom sensei came in and briefly taught us English and the next sensei came in who taught us mathematics and gave us an assignment to take home and to be submitted tomorrow morning. As our mathematics sensei left the class I quickly rushed to the top left corner desk and sat close to the most intelligent girl in class and we both did our assignment in class while others were playing and making noise.


    ¡°Thank you, Mei.¡± Said then shook hands with her and gave her a lovely smile.


    ¡°Y-You''re-welcome Y-Yuta.¡± Said Mei, as she stammered and bowed down her head and adjusted her medicated glass with her middle finger.


    I hurried back to my seat in the other end of the class and flashily brought out my lunch box and said,


    ¡°Itadakimasu.¡± Then I started eating and finished it all and drank my water to help me stay hydrated and went to sleep since we got the last 2 classes as free period.


    *Tap*


    ¡°Wake up Yuta! Your mom is calling for you.¡± Said my homeroom sensei.


    ¡°Okay sensei.¡± I looked around me only to find no one else in the class, I picked up my school bag and rushed to the school front gate where I found my mom waiting for me.


    ¡°Where have you been, Yuta? It¡¯s been 17 minutes past school closing hours so I called your homeroom sensei to help me check on you.¡±


    ¡°Sorry mom! I slept off in class.¡± I said while giving mom puppy eyes and she told me to get in the car which I did and we drove home. Getting home I quickly ran to my room and took my bath and hurried back downstairs straight to the fridge and drank some cold milk.


    ¡ª-----------------POV MOM¡ª--------------


    I went to my room, took a bath and came downstairs and told Yuta I¡¯ll be back late and never open the door to anyone and commanded him. I took off with my car driving down the company I work. Getting there I saw the manager of the company and greeted him respectively as I approached my office and went straight ahead to my computer. Getting to unblock the computer I heard my manager screaming at someone and paid no mind to them then I continued typing the document given to me early in the morning.


    I finished typing after 2 hours of concentrated focus and my phone rang as I looked at the number which I didn¡¯t recognize and rejected the call, the next minute later the phone rang again with the same unknown number and picked without saying anything a word first.


    ¡°Hello.¡± Said the person on the other end of the phone.


    ¡°H-hello.¡± I replied slowly and curious as to what he was about to say.


    ¡°A random car was driving as the driver lost control and ran into your home.¡± Said the person on the other end of the phone.


    ¡°Yuta.¡± I screamed furiously as it was the only thing that escaped my mouth and I quickly ran and took the elevator to the ground level and rushed inside my car and drove at high speed towards the house.  Getting home I saw two police cars with 5 policemen at the door front of the house with Yuta.


    ¡°Yuta! I screamed in tears and ran towards Yuta and gave him a motherly hug as tears started streaming down my cheeks.


    ¡°Yuta, are you hurt anywhere?¡± I said while hugging him.


    ¡°No mom, I¡¯m pretty good myself. I¡¯m sorry for making you worry about me mom.¡± He said as he let go of me. I turned to the police officers and gave them my thanks for coming here and taking care of the situation at hand as the drunk driver was charged for breaking of house property and was handcuffed as he was led into the back seat of the police vehicle.


    I quickly turned to Yuta and took him inside my car and began driving to the nearest hospital in the city as we were caught up in an explosion and I suddenly matched the break of the car and it suddenly stopped.


    Waiting down for the dust to of the explosion to clear, I began hearing the sounds of gunshots as Yuta was scared when hugged me from behind and behold we heard a voice saying,


    ¡°Citizens of this great city, fear not! For today, justice arrives with unwavering resolve. I stand against the shadows that threaten the peace of our home.¡± The hero ¡®Rock Lock¡¯ said while taking his heroic stance as me and Yuta recognized the hero from the top 100 billboards and then Yuta eyes widened with a heroic smile on his face.

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    After we were just saved by the hero Lock Rock, we thanked him as he took off with the captured villain. We got to the hospital and the doctor did a scan on Yuta and behold his health was so much pretty okay since he wasn¡¯t hurt anywhere from the house incident nor the villain incident on the way here.


    I called Yuta¡¯s school informing the principal about the incident that occurred and that he won¡¯t be coming to school for the rest of the week, which he agreed to as we drove back home. We got back home and I simply made some noodles and we both ate to our limit. Yuta went back upstairs to his room to get some rest as I approached the living room to watch the news.


    ¡ª-----------POV YUTA¡ª------


    Mom called school informing them I won''t be coming until the upper week Monday which I find exciting and took a hold of the chance and opportunity to learn some few things about my quirk. I went ahead and took my bath first and wore just my boxers and sat on top of my bed as I crossed my legs and closed my eyes and began concentrating.


    After some time I felt something in my hands pop out and quickly opened my eyes only to find a small piece of sand in my palms. I then rushed outside the house and scooped a little sand in my school bag and brought it upstairs to my room. I poured the scooped sand on the floor and began thinking of ways of shaping the sand into different forms. I finally came to the conclusion of reshaping the formless sand to a circular shape.


    I drank a bit of water to keep me hydrated, then closed my eyes as I imagined the shape of the sand in my head for some minutes and focus my hands pointed to the formless sand on the floor and fortunately the sand started floating mid air which I saw when my eyes opened, due to lack of concentration and focus, the sand flared up and fell down to the floor.


    I stood up again, picked my towel and cleaned off the sweats streaming down my face. I sat down on the floor again and started focusing all my senses into shaping the sand and behold the sand gathered together and started floating mid air again and I pictured a circle shape in my head as the sand began to form a circular shape.


    ¡°Yuta! I¡¯ll be out for an errand due to an emergency at work. I won¡¯t be back any moment from now. I¡¯ve prepared some amazing snacks and packaged them inside the refrigerator, so whenever you¡¯re hungry you¡¯re free to eat as much as you can.¡± Mom exclaimed as she exited the house and drove off.


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    Seeing her drive off, He exited the house and approached the backyard filled with sand and other fun equipment. He sat down in the sand while crossing both legs and started concentrating, thinking of manipulating the sand around his surroundings. Sitting quietly on the sand, He closed his eyes and took slow, deep breaths. The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    With his mind clear and focused, Yuta tried to move the sand according to his visualization plan. He gently waved his hands over the sands, concentrating on the shape he wanted to create. At first, the result was modest, but with each attempt, he refined his technique and improved his control.


    To enhance his control, Yuta started using simple commands to raise up the sand at will and it helped him direct his focus and achieve more precise results.


    After each attempt, he would take a moment to reflect on what worked and what didn¡¯t and so on.


    He was positive to help himself refine his quirk and build up confidence. He began to focus more and more and after some serious attempt, which let him raise up the sand at will and doing so, he reshaped the sand into different kinds and was able to control his quirk which got him more fired up.


    He then advanced to the next step by forming sand into smaller particles and tried shooting them. He managed to form the sand into his preferred object size, and advanced to shoot it towards his target and boom, suddenly the sand flared up without moving an inch mid-air, his eyes widened in surprise and tried doing it again and the same procedure repeated.


    ¡®C¡¯mon me. I¡¯ve almost got it.¡¯ He thought, regained his focus and meditation, he slowly raised his hands and the sand arose up to his command and refined into a bullet shaped size. Kindly taking a very deep and calm breath once more, he focused his concentration on the bullet shaped size and started picturing the sand moving slowly. The bullet shaped size moves at the pace of a snail before flare up mid-air.


    He stood up at his current spot from the backyard and went inside the house to grab his meal and cleaned up the sweats streaming down all over his body and flashily went back to base.


    Getting there he took his stance and meditated deep in within his inner self and brought forth his hands towards the sand, the sand yield his command and arose from the ground forming different types of smaller shapes as he pictured the sand in his mind, the shaped object formed with the sand fired straight with a low minimum speed before the outburst of the sand occured.


    ¡ª-----------------------------YUTA¡ª-----------------


    ¡°Hell yeah! I did it! I¡¯m finally able to grasp a hold of my quirk.¡± I exclaimed when I stood up and went back into the house and took my bath, after that, I got myself hydrated and went straight ahead to the living room and sat on the couch and turned on the TV and started watching the news.


    While focused on the TV for about 15 minutes, mom came back home as I rushed and gave her a hug.


    ¡°Welcome back home mom.¡± Said, still clinging to mom.


    ¡°I¡¯m back home sweetie! How are you doing?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m doing pretty good mom! Thanks for asking.¡±


    I helped mom carry her luggages to her bedroom upstairs and hurried back to the living room and located the nearest couch to me and sat. Mom came downstairs and went to the kitchen to prepare miso soup for dinner as we ate while exchanging some words and said my usual ¡®thanks for the meal¡¯ and went upstairs to my bedroom and changed into my pajama and slept off.


    It was now the following week tuesday, I got up from bed early as usual and did my morning routine and went to school. The day went by very fast and likely nothing much happened in school. Mom came by and picked me up from school.


    I took my bath and ate lunch as I headed back to my room and continued spending more time training my quirk. I was finally able to produce and control sand at will but wasn¡¯t able to produce a larger portion of sand at once but gradually made enough progress daily.


    I became more attracted to my daily solo quirk training as I began to understand how my quirk works gradually and saw much room for improvement as time moved on. I began reading a lot of books concerning sand and experimented on a lot of research to learn some new techniques.


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    ¡°Sweetie! It''s time for school.¡± Mom exclaimed vigoulsy while knocking hard on my bedroom door and I fucking jumped off the bed and went ahead to brush my teeth and did my morning routine.


    ¡°Goodmorning mom.¡± I said, and ran downstairs to eat my breakfast and exited the house and entered the school bus. We got to school early and I exited the bus, getting to the doorstep of my class, I stopped while gulping some spit and took the confidence to enter the class.


    ¡°Welcome back, Yuta!¡± The whole class exclaimed.


    ¡°Welcome back, everyone.¡± Said with a weird smile on my face as I approached my seat and sat down. The whole class was happy to see me back after a one week break and with that, we exchanged words together and laughed loudly. I told the class about the incident that occurred and how me and my mom got saved from a villain attack by Lock Rock.


    ¡°Wowww!¡± They exclaimed as I told them about the hero who saved us and after that we chatted a little more as our social studies teacher came in.


    ¡°Take your seats everyone¡± Our social studies teacher said as he turned his back against the class, facing the chalkboard, he started teaching for 35 minutes and left as his class period ended. The rest of the day went by in a flashy way. After getting my books and textbook inside my bag and was about to exit the class home, Mei approached me and asked.


    ¡°C-Can we be f-friends?¡± She stammered while her head was bent down facing the floor.


    ¡°Sure! And I''m looking forward to being friends with you Mei.¡± I said with a wide smile on my face and shook hands with her and exited the classroom.


    ¡°How was school today? Son!¡±


    ¡°It was marvelous. I got to tell the class how Lock Rock saved us from the villain incident, also a girl in my class named Mei proposed to being friends with me and I said yes.¡±


    ¡°Heh! Awwwn! My little boy got asked out by a girl.¡± Mom said teasingly while covering her mouth as she turned to me sitting at the back seat of the car with a weird smile on her face as I bent down my head in embarrassment.


    We got home and I did my usual routine and locked myself in my bedroom. ¡®Time for a lil training¡¯ thought as I ran downstairs to scoop some sand and brought it up to my bedroom and poured the sand into the floor.


    I sat down on the floor, crossed my legs and began meditating for about three minutes. I stretched my hands out as the sand rose mid-air while still keeping my focus and shapeshifted the sand into a star-like shape and changed it again into a circular shape while on repeat shape shifting it for another two minutes.


    I then stood up from the ground and tried something new with my quirk. I tried creating a clone out of sand which I recalled when doing my research on the net and behold the sand flared up and splattered all over my room.


    ¡­.


    Yuta''s small hands, stained with traces of sand, was an evidence of his constant quirk practice. Every day after school, he would return to his room or the backyard filled with sand, his place of solace and experimentation. He was determined, with a heart full of dreams and a spirit as resilient as the sands he manipulated. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.


    Yuta¡¯s dream was not just to wield his Quirk with mastery but to use it for something meaningful. He would often watch his parents and other heroes on TV, observing their will and strength, and in his mind, he was already envisioning how he would one day join their ranks. For now, his aspirations were simple. He wanted to make his mom proud, help his friends, and perhaps one day become a great hero himself.


    His mom was supportive and loving, encouraging Yuta exploration of his quirk abilities. She was keenly aware of the responsibilities that came with raising a child with a quirk, she took every measure to ensure Yuta safety while allowing him the freedom to explore his quirk and grow.


    Despite his talent, Yuta¡¯s quirk was still developing, and mastering it was a daily adventure. Sometimes, the sand would behave unpredictably, causing minor accidents like sand spilling from his small hands or creating a mini sandstorm. Yuta himself would laugh along, to his joy and resilience.


    Few months has passed by since he started his solo quirk training and with encouragement from his mom, he was motivated and kept trying to improve his physical strength while using his quirk.


    He goes back to the backyard which was his main training ground suited for his quirk, because it was filled with sand. He took his stance with eyes closed, he then stretched out his hands covered with bruises all over and the sand rose up mid-air to his will and kept the sand floating while he was soaked with a lot of sweat streaming down his body as he dropped down to his knees, looking at the timer reading 6 minutes 14 seconds as his limit.


    He broke down laying on the floor breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath which was hard for me. He then managed to catch his breath and crawled with his knees to the house and approached the refrigerator as he grabbed a bottled can-water and drank it all with a blink of an eye as he felt he was about to die and explode.


    ¡­.


    ¡°Dammmnnn! Never thought I would survive that.¡± I muttered and went upstairs to get my assignment done.


    *Car horns*


    I ran towards the frontal door downstairs while the door was opened by mom and slammed my face into it and fell down.


    ¡°OMG! Yuta are you okay?¡± Mom exclaimed in shock and rushed ahead to help me stand on my feet and said.


    ¡°A hero never cries while getting his forehead slammed into the door.¡± I spoke majestically with both hands on my waist and a wide smile as mom said.


    ¡°That¡¯s my hero!¡± She chuckled while patting my head three times.


    ¡­.


    Yuta inhaled a very deep breath to fill his lungs as he was about to float the sand mid-air. He took his stance and stretched his hands forward and the sand around him started floating, while the sand kept floating, he shapeshifted the sand into different shapes and steadily let them float mid-air. While at it, he tried to clone the sand and immediately spat blood from his mouth so was his nose and ears streaming down blood all over as he let go of the sand.


    He took a time-out and wiped off the blood from his nose with his clothes and began the second round. This round was a little bit stressed up as the first round was, he continued with his training, meanwhile reaching his limit, he stared up at the bright sky and wondered what and how long he''s going to stir up his way to the top.


    ¡­.


    ¡°Oi! Let¡¯s go 001.¡± Said a villain on black tracksuit with a muscular body.


    ¡°Just a minute 002.¡± The other said with a code name.


    ¡° Oi you maggots! Can¡¯t overlook your criminal act towards the citizens.¡± A hero engulfed in flames ¡®Endeavor¡¯ said as he flew and coated his right fist in flames while chanting a word. ¡°Jet burn.¡± The hero¡¯s fist engaged the villain from their spot and sent them flying meters away  towards the nearby forest as their body was engulfed in flames crashing down and breaking the trees on the forest.


    Endeavor approached the villains and took them into custody and handed them to the police as he flew down to Gaituen Street to where villains were rampaging and took a hold of the situation at hand. Endeavor was able to restrain a couple of villains, the few villains standing were so terrified and scared seeing the brute strength of the number 2 hero.


    ¡°Don¡¯t get cocky, hero! A man of justice isn¡¯t supposed to harm an individual. Or do the rules of a hero decide who¡¯s a villain and who¡¯s the hero of this country? C¡¯mon Endeavor, now who¡¯s the real villain right here? Huh? You decide I''m a villain and you run around the whole city burning up people and sending them to prison. Is what a hero does? Huh! Endeavor? C¡¯mon take a look at your surroundings and the destruction you¡¯ve caused. Is it the rule of a hero?¡± The villain exclaimed with anger in his eyes as the hero Endeavor was lost daydreaming of how he was unable to be a real father to his family and leading his eldest son Toya astray and abandoning the role of a father which led his family in a lot of trauma which made his wife ended up in the hospital.


    *Boom*


    The villain rushed towards Endeavor and slammed his rocky hands towards his stomach and sent Endeavor flying through the buildings close by and brought him out of his daydreaming.


    ¡°You bastard.¡± Endeavor exclaimed in anger as the vein in his forehead appeared as his body flared up in hot flames when he was about to strike the final blow against the villain standing few meters ahead of him. Endeavor dashed towards the villain giving him not a second to blink and delivered the finishing blow which caused the villain to lose consciousness at the exact moment.

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    ¡­.


    I have had a superpower called a quirk since I was reincarnated into this world more than a year ago. After some time spent honing my so-called peculiarity, I was able to manipulate sand for a brief period of time¡ªno more than five minutes.


    Since it''s Friday, I left school early today. I returned to my room and began studying for the promotion exam that would be coming up in a few weeks. Since Mei was the smartest student in my class and consistently placed first, I worked hard to place among the top five. After some study time, I resumed my training and managed to control the sand until I reached my breaking point and quit.


    After some time of training, I went to conduct more study on my sand quirk. I focused more on defence for the time being while I was doing this, and using the information I had been accumulating, I tried putting what I had learnt into practice. While making some sand, I extended my right palm, covered it completely, and attempted to harden it.


    while directing every sense onto my hand. I raised my right hand high, hoping to turn it into solid sand, as shimmering grains of sand clung to my fingertips. My eyes grew wide with excitement as I focused on using my sand quirk.


    The pressure of my resolve caused the sand to get colder, denser, and heavier with every second that went by. But even with my best efforts, I was unable to achieve success. My hands, on the other hand, resisted the change and stayed the same. Even though I was disappointed, I persisted.


    I clung to my bed and slept off.


    [ five years time skip ]


    ¡­..


    "Yuta, happy birthday!" Everyone congratulated him and sent him well wishes while singing and celebrating.


    "Yuta! Let''s stop worrying about the cake.¡± With a glass of wine in her hands, Yuta''s mother yelled and gave him the knife to cut the cake. When he did, his mother turned up the music, and everyone began to dance, including his grandparents, his mom''s coworkers, and the families and friends from the neighbourhood who had come to join him in celebrating.


    ¡°At the count of 3..2¡­1, let''s welcome my grandson.¡± After Yuta''s grandfather yelled, everyone moved to the centre so he could dance.This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    Yuta asked Mei as he approached her.


    "Mei! Would you mind dancing with me?¡±


    "Yes." As they moved to the centre and began dancing together, Mei screamed and nodded. Yuta and Mei clasped hands, and everyone joined in.


    Mei approached Yuta and spoke to him as they all shared the cake and departed after giving Yuta their gifts. "Happy ninth birthday to you once more, and I hope to see you at the entrance exam soon." She murmured, waving to Yuta before leaving the house.


    ¡­.


    He is nine years old, and it is currently March 20th (A/N: Yuta was born in the fifth generation, around 2134, just like Izuku Midoriya in the original timeline). After five years, Yuta is now 5''5 166 cm tall and has developed into a lively 9-year-old.


    For the past five years, he has been living a healthy life because he has been able to work on his defence and push himself to the limit while using his quirk. His bright, inquisitive red eyes still sparkle, but they are now framed by his curly blonde hair that frequently falls across and covers his forehead scar (A/N: Imagine Geto''s scar in Jujutsu Kaisen). Now, Yuta might learn to clone sands and move objects, albeit he still hasn''t perfected it.


    ¡­.


    A Many occurrences have been occurring for some time now. I dedicated around half a day to my solitary quirk training, and my mother has been there to support and encourage me. Over the years, I developed the ability to clone myself, but it wasn''t nearly flawless. The clone I imagined wasn''t completely formed, and I couldn''t control it prior to the sand explosion.


    I also learnt how to use my peculiarity to hover my body in midair for roughly 15 seconds and how to cover my hands with sand while it solidifies for more than five minutes. Seeing the results of my unwavering training, I was hardly encouraged to pursue my oddity.


    ¡­.[Pov with Yuta]


    Mei has always supported me throughout the years, and she frequently joins me at home as we work to develop our individuality, though I was obviously better at hegemonizing it than she was.


    In contrast to me, Mei''s quirk was somewhat comparable to mine; it was the wax quirk, which gave her the ability to control and alter it.


    Mei was quickly regaining her quirk throughout the years, and she was similar to me in that she was able to shapeshift her wax into items that were somewhat similar to me.


    Months and days went by while Mei was making such rapid progress in overhauling me. Mei had long, simple black hair, brilliant brown eyes, and a height of 5''6 168 cm. She was quite attractive and somewhat aggressive at the same time.


    Mei lived with her dad while her mother was away since she was two years old. Her twin sister studied in the United States and now resides with her uncle. My single oddity training had been joined by Mei, so it was now a duo. Haha.


    I helped Mei mostly on how to sway her wax quirk in order to aid her go beyond various limits  every single day.


    As he gets older, Yuta gains the incredible power to control and work with sand, opening up a world of opportunities and experiences.


    Yuta finds that he can easily shape and mould sand to his whim as he embraces his newfound sand powers. He can create lifelike animals and elaborate sand structures that resemble magnificent castles with a single hand gesture. These inventions act as his playmates, protecting him and stimulating his creativity.


    His ability to manipulate individual grains of sand allows him to create complex, feeble sand armour, further developing his sand talents. He is resilient against Mei''s humorous attacks during their pretend battles because to this protective covering, which guarantees victory.


    He develops his skills in manipulating sand to produce sandstorm whirlwinds. He is surrounded by these miniature storms. Together, they discover secret worlds within their imaginary world, and Mei is astounded by his skill at sand-swirling.


    Along with attacking strategies, Yuta deepens his comprehension of the inherent characteristics of the sand. He uses this ability to summon toys out of sand, which makes him happy and comforts him, and empathy blossoms inside him.


    Yuta''s sand skills and talents continue to develop as he grows from a small kid to a 9-year-old, and his abilities serve as a catalyst for his development and inventiveness. He finds new ways to interact with people and express himself through his sand manipulation, fostering connections and fostering an imaginative world.

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    *Sighs*


    ~Alarm rings~


    " Shut up and give me more time to sleep." I banged my fist at the alarm clock on my right and slept till I heard my name being spoken aloud as a microphone and popped off the bed that went straight to my brain.


    "Mom, please calm down; I need more sleep." As I collapsed back into bed, I said to my mother, my eyes watering.


    "Get the hell up, you little piece of shit! You have to take your admission exam soon.¡± Mom smirked and gritted her teeth. Two veins appeared on her forehead as she delivered a superman punch to my midsection. I screamed loudly and rolled down the floor, using my right hand to gesture ''give up''.


    ¡°In order to arrive at your exam room on time, brat, get your lousy ass up and take a bath.¡± As the poor little kid on the ground responded, she cried out to him, shielding his tummy from the pain he was experiencing,


    ¡°R-Roger that captain.¡±


    "That works out well for you, boss." He immediately grinned evilly as his mother left the room, remembering how she had tried to wake him up and thrown her fist at his stomach. He quickly covered his stomach with sand armor under his pajamas, reducing the damage to zero while feigning pain to prevent his mother from giving him another fistful of affection.


    "I suppose I''ll need to warm up with some push-ups before heading to the exam room." To clear his body, he stood up and performed 20 push-ups and sit-ups before taking a bath in the bathroom. After dressing neatly and putting his white towel around his waist, Yuta emerged from the bathroom and went downstairs for breakfast.


    "Ara ara." Mom teased as I was making my way downstairs, keeping my right hand in my pockets and checking the time on my left wrist to see how long I had left before the exam started.


    "Mom, since I''m not really hungry, I''m fine with a slice of toasted bread." Yuta took up the toasted slice, rubbed it with a little jam and went to the door to leave the home.


    ¡°Go get em sweetie.¡± Yuta exited the house feeling mortified over his Mom¡¯s word and also it boosted the confidence in him.


    Yuta left the house and rode in a cab for fifteen minutes to the closest train station. When he arrived at the train station, he looked at his wristwatch and saw that it was twenty-seven minutes past eight. He then obtained his rail ticket and boarded the train, which would take him another fifteen minutes to reach his destination.


    When he got off the train, he noticed that the exam time was eighteen minutes before nine. "Let''s get it now." Grinning, he made his way to Highquest Middle School''s door. ¡®OMG! This is a fascinating time, and the school is enormous.¡¯ He was lost in his own thoughts before a random student banged his fist at Yuta''s back to wake him from his reverie, he stood motionless at the entrance gate for a minute.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    "Hey! I understand your feelings, but you need to ignore them and concentrate on the test.¡± As he entered the school grounds and waved his hands to Yuta, the unidentified boy murmured.


    "Roger that." He thought to himself when he entered the school and made his way to the students gathering in a large field, waiting for the teacher or examiner to direct them to their individual exam rooms.


    "How are you, students?" The students were standing in the field when an unidentified voice reverberated around the area and then resurfaced.


    "Highquest Middle School welcomes you. We extend a warm welcome to you on campus at one of Japan''s best middle schools. By the time the results are released, we will only be admitting the best pupils to this institution, so you have to give it your all today. Thus, pay close attention as we lead you to your exam rooms.¡± Following that, a few examiners were introduced to each student for the entrance exam in different hallways.


    "So, east west of the school gate, in hall C, I am based." After giving it some thought, Yuta took the second seat in the center row of the hall.


    "My name is Mr. Eto. I will be supervising hall C for this exam, and I ask for your cooperation throughout it. If you are caught engaging in any kind of malpractice, you will be removed from the exam. The first paper is mathematics, and you have one hour and thirty minutes to complete it. The same goes for your English, which is coming up next. Sit down and concentrate on the task at hand.¡±  As he distributed the exam question paper and booklet to each student, Mr. Eto said, "Start!¡±


    ¡®Oh my goodness, this is some really fibrous shit.¡¯ When Yuta reached a question Mei had given him, he put his pen down on the desk and started looking at every question in his booklet. He grabbed his pen and started working through question four in his booklet. After 17 minutes, he moved on to the next one, and so on to the final one. He covered his booklet, put down his pen, and waited for the last minute to pass before turning it, finishing ahead of all the other students.


    "Sensei! Can I submit now that I''m done and go study for the next test?¡±


    ¡°Sure.¡±


    Yuta rose from his chair, approached the examiner to turn in his paper, and then left the room. As time passed, more and more students continued to leave the exam room after submission while some of them were afraid of the test the school had set for them.


    "Please enter quietly and take a seat; it''s time for the next paper." The students took their seats and complied with the examiner''s instructions. "This is the final paper, so do your best to avoid being kicked out or expelled." He gave the student another warning and gave them the booklet and question. "You could begin.¡±


    Before beginning to respond to the questions, Yuta took five minutes to focus on each one. He started by responding to some simpler questions and saved the more difficult ones for last.


    "Please tell me what you were asking your seatmate, you on the red sleeve in the third row.¡±


    "N-Nothing, sir." The student apologized sweetly, "I''m s-s-sorry sir," while trembling with terror and sorrow at being kicked out of the exam.


    "Since the time is drawing near, you can sit down and continue your examination." After saying that, the examiner started to go around the hall, making sure that everyone was working on their assignments.


    "Sensei!" From the other end of the hall, a girl cried out. "I''m done.¡±


    "Go to the front and sign this attendance list while submitting." After saying this to the girl, he resumed his patrol in the hallway. Yuta was contemplating trying to engage in malpractice with his quirk while he sat calmly and watched the examiner. "Caution. You will not be allowed to take the exam if you are spotted utilizing your quirk in the exam room, which will automatically prevent you from getting accepted into this institution. The examiner rubbed his white beard and issued another warning.


    ¡®What the hell?¡¯ Does he read minds because of his quirk? Guilt-ridden, Yuta questioned himself and concentrated harder on his test. The examiner stopped each student after the allotted time had passed, gathered all of the booklets, had us sign the attendance sheet, and then we left the exam room.


    "You will return to the field for a helpful announcement." As he rushed out of view of the students surrounding him, the examiner spoke.


    "What on earth is meant by that?" In the middle of the class, a chubby student wearing glasses erupted in rage and yelled, which infuriated Yuta, who then fashioned a tiny needle in the shape of sand and shot it so quickly at the fat student''s neck that it knocked him unconscious.


    ¡®Shut the hell up fatty.¡¯ Yuta thought to himself as he gazed at the unconscious  student and approached the field  for the announcement.


    "Congratulations on your exam! You will receive an email with your results in seven days, indicating if you are eligible to enroll at Highquest Middle School. Good luck, or you might be fired.¡±


    ¡®At last! I''m eager to get home and have a long nap now that it''s over.¡¯ Yuta thought to himself as he left the school grounds and went to the closest train station, where he obtained a ticket and boarded the train for the fifteen-minute journey.

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    Exasperated and exhausted, Yuta went to his bedroom to sleep for nearly four hours before waking up and going downstairs to the kitchen for some snacks.


    "It was a jiffy day." After retiring, he turned on the television to kill time and sighed as he picked up a piece of cake and some milk juice from the kitchen refrigerator..


    After a while of staring at the television program, his mother returned home with some drinks and supper ingredients.


    ¡°So, how was it?¡±


    ¡°What¡¯s what mom?¡±


    ¡°The entrance exam.¡±


    ¡°Oh, it was great, but also strenuous as it is.¡±


    ¡°And when will the accession outcome be fortified?¡±


    ¡°Next week, I will receive a notification via mail about the sequel. As I whisked the raw eggs in a bowl, I muttered that. "Is this enough, Mom?" I said.


    ¡°Yes it is. So go clean your hands and wait for your dinner. Okay?¡± I exited the kitchen and went to my bedroom upstairs and barred the door. I layed down on my bed with legs crossed and arms folded together.


    I closed my eyes and began thinking back on my eccentricities when I was startled by the unexpected call on my phone. "Fuck it! I''m captivated, so who''s calling at this hour? I picked up the ringing phone on my table and muttered something angry. I sighed and answered after taking a look at the caller ID.


    ¡°Yo! What¡¯s up?¡± I said to the other end of the phone with a calm and positive tone.


    ¡°I¡¯m good and you?¡± Mei, on the other hand, said to me,


    ¡°I¡¯m a little bit stressed out, due to the entrance exam today.¡±


    ¡°How was it? Was it a written test or a quirk test?¡±


    ¡°A written test and I got drained by it. However, were you able to meet your uncle in America?¡±


    ¡°Sure, I did. My middle school entrance exam is on Tuesday next week and I¡¯m excited.¡±


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    ¡°Aww, lucky you. Goodluck on your exam and I¡¯ll keep in touch with you. Okay.¡± I said and cut off the call.  I went back to my place and regained my focus. ¡®I can se¨C.¡¯ ¡°Dinner is ready.¡± I was interrupted by my mom''s voice and went downstairs for my dinner.


    ¡°Thanks for the meal.¡± I said my usual thanks and walked back to my room and slumped off.


    [Next day]


    *Cough* ¡°Damn it! I can''t believe that my fever started yesterday. *Cough* I need to prepare myself for this minor fever." I mumbled in a slack voice. I was able to pull myself out of bed and hastily take a wash.


    *Cough* ¡°Mom Isn¡¯t breakfast ready yet?¡± *Coughs*


    ¡°It is. Uhm, are you okay?¡±


    "No. I''ve been suffering from exam fever and sleep deprivation after getting back from the examination.¡±


    "All right, eat up and let''s go see the closest doctor.¡± Mom said. She took me to the doctor after driving a few miles, where I was given some medication and given time to recover.


    Yuta got out of bed and opened his eyes, looking around the brightly lit room. "I think I''m all right now."


    After giving it some thought, he walked out of the room. He waltzed up to his mother when he saw her on the phone while he was walking through the lengthy hallway. "Mom, I feel better now. May we go?" He said.


    "All right, let''s head home and relax." His mother also said.


    [The next week]


    ¡®It appears that I have not yet received any correspondence regarding my acceptance. I''ll return to my training.¡¯ He thought to himself since Mei had gone to study her middle school abroad under her uncle''s care, he didn''t think much about it and started training alone.


    "I think I''m getting used to this." He grinned and started creating a clone of himself in his head, but what he saw was completely different. As he attempted again, he produced a formless sand that instantly flared up.


    This time, he started shapeshifting each of the rectangular forms he had made into a human part. He started by transforming a single rectangular shape into a human leg and then focused intently on that one result, honing it to perfection after a few minutes of continuous meditation.


    After wiping the sweats from his brow with his cloth, he went on to the next. Retentively, he embodied the same method and achieved the same result as with the last one. ¡®The legs are now complete; on to the next one.¡¯ After wiping away the sweat once more, he chose to create the arms rather than the legs because they are much simpler.


    In order to create well-made fingers, he started recoiling a long pile of straight sand after modifying a few sandy shapes together. He then used sand to create a human with both limbs and legs, reassembling everything in a prefecture that was so near to a sand clone.


    "I''ll finish it with a little more push." He said, solidifying his human flesh with sand as he moved forward to defend himself. ¡°I''ll refer to this sand armament." By applying a thick layer of sand to his right hand, he created a sand weapon that resembled a monster''s arm with long, sandy claws fastened to the armor. He kept his concentration so he wouldn''t misjudge his progress when the sand started to solidify his human skin¡­


    Taking off both his armor in his arms, he went downstairs. "I''m going to be out for a few minutes, Mom." He left the house and ran all the way to the nearest woodland near his home.


    "Let''s now examine these claws'' potential." He covered both of his arms with sand armor that had jagged-looking claws. He moved to the next tree and tried to use his solid-clawed fist to bring down the massive tree, which fell into five clawed pieces.


    ¡®Wow! I had no idea it would be so sharp to chop down such a large tree. I have to use caution to prevent hurting someone with this.¡¯ He whispered to himself, clenching his fists in joy. "That''s sufficient for today; let''s go home." When he got home, he went to the living room to watch the news with his mother.


    [Next week wednesday]


    *Phone ringing*


    ¡°Yo, Mei! How was your entrance exam?¡±


    "It was really simple. I headed home after finishing before everyone else in the examination hall.¡± Mei spoke in a boastful manner.


    ¡°That¡¯s so you. Always being the top of the class for all semester, finding out you weren¡¯t gonna chicken out like a lost child because there aren¡¯t any questions out there that¡¯s gonna faze some pretty and brilliant girl like you.¡±


    ¡°Hehehe, yeah that¡¯s right.¡±


    ¡°So how far have you been training with your quirk?¡±


    ¡°Yeah, I¡¯ve been leveling up ever since I came to america and my uncle got me a quirk adviser who is nurturing me everyday. How have you been coping with yours?¡±


    ¡°Same as always. Still leveling up alone with no consultant but yet to decide if I¡¯ll get an adviser soon before entering high school.¡±


    ¡°Oh really!? That¡¯s great and you¡¯ve been at it, all these while without no one counseling you on your quirk. I¡¯ll give you a reward for that. Yuta.¡±


    ¡°Thanks Mei!.¡± I ended the call and layed back on the couch. ¡®Yosh, I¡¯m not gonna lose to ya, Mei! Can¡¯t wait to see you soon and how far you¡¯ve evolved your quirk.¡¯


    *Phone rings*


    "Hmm?" Yuta saw a fresh brochure and picked up his phone again. He discovered it was a letter from Highquest Middle School when he opened the notification. Sweat began trickling down his brow, and he swallowed. "It''s time to find out if I''ll be accepted or not."


    When Yuta opened the mail and realized that he had been accepted to Highquest Middle School, he swallowed once more and gathered his bravery.


    ¡°I made it!¡± He exclaimed in exultation as he told his Mom the good news and she was delighted to hear about it and felicitated him on his hard work.

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    Three years had gone by since the fierce conflicts that moulded the futures of heroes and villains in the busy metropolis of Mustafu. Yuta, who is now 12 years old, stood in his training area amid the reconstruction and restoration work, intent on honing his sand-based trick. Yuta was determined to make a name for himself in the hero world because of his potential and unyielding resolve.


    The determination of both young and elderly heroes was put to the test as Mustafu dealt with a fresh wave of villain activity while Yuta trained nonstop. One fateful day, a formidable collection of villains came out of the shadows, leaving a path of fear and despair in their wake. The pro heroes rushed into action, their resolve unflinching in the face of the villains'' overwhelming forces.


    Ten people make up the infamous gang of villains in the city''s shadows. Licht, the water-quirked leader of the savage gang. Enzo, who has an ice quirk that causes everything in his path to freeze, and a scorched scar. With his upper torso shaped like a bird, Shoyou is a bird quirk. A female with a sound quirk is named Rika. A woman named Hina has a wind quirk. Choji has the ability to transform any part of his body into a gun because of his gun quirk. Ishigami, with the quirk of a laser. With a speed quirk, Morata. Hito had a lightning quirk, and Gin had a strength quirk.


    With the help of his quirk, this gang of criminals, led by the crafty and vicious Licht the mastermind, was able to eliminate numerous heroes. They entered the city with the sole intention of exacting "revenge" on their deceased friend, who had been struck down by Edgeshot, the despised number five hero.


    These kinds of villains are the ones who hurt any of their allies or who never condone snitching. But the second time they particularly targeted him, Edgeshot, maintaining his cool and collected demeanor, captured them all with ease.


    The specifics of the fight was withheld from the public so the only thing the buzzing news anchor could really do about the fight was offer up speculations and feed the ever curious mind of the public.


    Unfortunately, the scale of the fight was so huge that it engulfed a few city blocks because of the chase, leaving the sidekicks and other lower ranked heroes to take care of the aftermath of their chase while Edgeshot pursued the villains and also led them to the lower populated areas.


    "Hmm!" Given the commotion surrounding the unexpected villain''s strike in Japan, it appears that the train station has been closed. He checked his phone''s notification and saw that the villain''s destruction had resulted in numerous fatalities as well as the collapse of certain businesses and structures.


    "Damn it." He blamed himself after witnessing the carnage and rage of the unidentified group of villains before the heroes showed up and captured some of them while the others ran away..


    Yuta was unable to control his excitement as he entered the school. The busy students were bathed in a warm glow as the sun shone down on the courtyard. The prospect of the difficulties and exploits that lay ahead made his sand quirk quiver.Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    Yuta was welcomed by his classmates in his homeroom class, each of them had their own peculiarities and aspirations to be heroes. They included Koji, who had the ability to control water, and Riku, who possessed the telekinetic quirk. In contrast to their ostentatious powers, Yuta''s sand quirk appeared commonplace, yet he was aware that his power went beyond that.


    Ms. Hikari announced the role call during class, during which students are asked to stand up, reveal their names, and spend 30 seconds showcasing their quirk. It was Yuta''s turn to show off his sand trick.


    Sand grains whirled around him as he concentrated, creating complex patterns and shapes in the atmosphere. The elegance and accuracy of his control caused the students to gasp in amazement.


    Not everyone was impressed, though. A pupil with a wind quirk named Riku mocked Yuta''s skills. "Sand is weak and boring," Riku said disdainfully. Yuta, however, was undaunted and resolved to demonstrate that his quirk was equally as powerful as any other.


    The school day flew by as he packed up his belongings and left the school grounds. Yuta left for a walk after six o''clock in the evening, his face hidden by his black hoodie.


    He clenched his fist in the back seat of the cab; "I wish I had the strength to have caught that girl right away, but I still lack it." As he asked the driver a question, he pondered in frustration.


    "What distinguishes a villain from a hero?" The cabbie was asked.


    "Well! In my opinion, a villain is a horrible person who uses violence to obtain anything, while a hero is someone who rescues others from danger and brings about peace.¡±  Looking at Yuta in the rear seat reflected in the front mirror, the driver said.


    "So you''re saying that anyone who uses violence or force is a villain?¡±


    "I really won''t say that because this country is full of hate and malice, so you can say that a villain is someone who uses violence to try to get what they want and is driven by their own selfish desires, power, retaliation, or just plain malice.¡±


    ¡°This is the reason the world is corrupt. You can''t simply go and proclaim that someone is a villain because of their horrible deed. Or do you argue that every hero in his world hasn''t used violence at some point in their life? Whether being a child or as an adult?¡±  As Yuta paid the driver and got out of the cab, he questioned the driver sternly about his promise and instructed him to stop at the intersection up ahead.


    Yuta brought down his hoodie covering his face as he made his way to the house.


    "Mom, I am back." With an exhausted voice, he exclaimed, went to his room, showered, and came downstairs for dinner.


    ¡°Welcome home, sweetie. Time for dinner.¡± Mom said as she dished the food on the plates.


    I quickly said "Itadakimasu" as I sat down and finished my meal. "Mom, do you think all heroes are good people and all villains are bad people?" I questioned, glancing at Mom.


    ¡°Huh! Where did that come from?¡± she said.


    ¡°I¡¯m just curious Mom.¡±


    "If I had to choose, not all heroes are good, and not all villains are terrible. We cannot pass judgment on them since you cannot know what is going through their head or what experiences have brought them to where they are now.¡±


    ¡°So what do you say about someone who appears and brings down the villains and evil heroes of the society?¡±


    "I will say that''s great, but that''s the work of a hero, which is why the nation has so many heroes in different places to bring justice and peace, not some random person or vigilante.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ve got another question for you Mom since it¡¯s been bothering me for a while now.¡±


    ¡°Go on.¡±


    "I''m very thankful that you''ve been there for me, supporting and loving me through my academic endeavors and my solo quirk training. To be honest, though, Mom, I''m intrigued and would really like to learn martial arts so that I can defend and fight for the people I care about.¡±


    "Martial arts? Although I believe you are correct, I also believe that hiring a martial arts advisor at a young age is quite difficult. However, since I know someone who owns a dojo nearby, I believe I can find you the ideal person to assist you in your martial arts training if you truly meant what you said.¡±


    ¡°Well, if you say so Mom then that¡¯s fine by me.¡±


    I got up from the dining table, walked to my bedroom, and fell asleep¡­

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    As per my typical schedule, I got up early and warmed up my body for today''s workout. After getting ready, I went straight to the living room to find my mother waiting for me on the couch, watching the news. After eating, my mother and I went to her car and drove to the train station.


    After we got out of the car, she went to get our train tickets. After purchasing our tickets, we boarded the train for a journey that lasted more than an hour. My mum started preparing to depart as the train reached our destination and announced our drop-off point. When the doors automatically opened, we arrived at our drop-off location, stepped off the train, and walked to the closest intersection.


    To make sure we didn''t lose our track, she took her phone out of her purse and looked at the location seeing it''s the right one.


    After a few minutes, she approached me and remarked, her expression solemn."Yuta, are you certain you want to learn a martial art or how to fight?¡±


    ¡°Sure mom, I¡¯m not mistaken.¡±


    ¡°Additionally, I must issue a brief warning to you. The training you''ve been doing since you first began manifesting your quirk is nothing like martial art, and you may experience some setbacks, but don''t let that deter you, okay?¡±


    ¡°Thanks mom for the little advice.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re welcome and don''t come home crying to me.¡± She teased.


    We concluded our little conversation and continued our journey. As we got out of the car and Mom paid the driver, we came to a junction. As my mother continued to explain things to me and I continued to concentrate on our journey towards the neighboring woodland, we kept walking beside a few buildings.


    ¡°Get yourself ready, Yuta! We''re present.¡± She said.


    I stretched for a few seconds to warm up my body and prepared myself. "I''m ready, Mom." She smiled at me before approaching the front of the wooden structure that had the words "Isshin Dojo" etched on its top.


    Mom knocked on the dojo door twice, and then the doors slowly opened as a bald-haired man smiled and came out to greet Mom and I.


    ¡°Long Time no see, dear friend of mine.¡± The bald haired man said while smiling towards my mom as he shook hands with her.


    "Isshin, a long time has passed. You seem as healthy as you have been over the years.¡± Mom greeted him.


    I gazed in disbelief as I watched the two of them shake hands together while she introduced me to the bald-haired man. "This is Isshin, the dojo''s owner, a good friend of mine and your father, Yuta."  she said.


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    ¡°Young Yuta, nice to meet you.¡± Isshin said, closing his eyes as he shook my hand. "I take it that you''re here to practice martial arts?" He went on.


    ¡°Yes sir.¡±


    "If I may ask, could you explain why you chose to learn martial arts at such a young age and what your goals are at this dojo?¡±


    "I want to learn how to defend and fight for the people I care about." I spoke briefly while maintaining a fixed gaze on him.


    ¡°I''m glad to hear that, but don''t expect me to be forgiving just because you''re here.¡±


    ¡°Yes, sir. It''s good to meet you again, and I appreciate you taking care of me.¡± I gave Isshin a courteous bow, and I also gave my mother, who was observing us, the same gesture.


    Mom and Isshin talked a little while she walked to a far end of the dojo. I trailed behind him as he introduced me to the other trainees inside the dojo.


    ¡°Let¡¯s get started since you¡¯re already here, Yuta.¡± He said.


    ¡°Yes sir.¡± I replied.


    ¡°First, what kind of quirk are you gifted from your parents?¡± He asked.


    ¡°A sand quirk.¡± I lift up my hands and change the sand into different shapes.


    ¡°Okay that¡¯s good, so I¡¯ll let you know that whatever training you¡¯ll be doing for now you are being forbidden to use your quirk. It¡¯s that understood?¡±


    ¡°Yes sir.¡± I bowed my head and said.¡¯This gonna be hell on earth.¡¯


    The sound of soft shuffling feet and the aroma of incense permeated the dojo''s air, fostering a disciplined and traditional atmosphere. Mom looked on proudly as I ventured into the realm of discipline and self-defence for the first time.


    I was excited and a little anxious as I saw the rows of kids rehearsing different forms and approaches. Sensing my desire to study, Isshin, the sensei, a knowledgeable and skilled martial artist, came up to me smiling.


    "I''ll have you begin with the fundamentals, such as your stances, punches, and kicks, Yuta. But before we get on to the standard fundamentals of martial arts, I''ll have you practice your endurance.¡± Isshin remarked while stroking his beard.


    ¡°Martial arts teach you how to defend yourself and maintain your fitness by teaching you various fighting techniques. You learn things like blocks, strikes, and stances. Similar to your starting positions, stances include front stance and horse stance. Your punches and kicks, such as a front kick or jab, are called strikes.


    Blocks, such as inner or high blocks, are meant to keep you safe from harm. Gaining a solid foundation and improving your martial arts skills over time are made possible by mastering these fundamentals.¡±  I simply nodded and gave Isshin the thumbs up after he went over the fundamentals with me.


    As Isshin briefly explained everything to me, I started writing down every detail so that I could review the few fundamentals in my own spare  time. After shutting off the notebook, I followed Isshin to my training location.


    There, I witnessed a few children who were larger than me engage in vicious combat before the larger child gave the other a roundhouse kick that rendered him unconscious.


    "Wow, that''s a really strong move." Isshin informed me that the other child is one of the few strongest souls in the dojo, but I couldn''t stop staring at what had just happened to him. I swallowed and put on my white doji costume. I rushed up to Isshin and yelled "Osu" while bowing.


    ¡°Since you are the lowest rank in this dojo, Yuta, you will need to begin with the basics in order to increase your endurance, agility, flexibility, and core strength¡ªwhich is the most crucial¡ªas well as perform push-ups, sit-ups, and squats. He yelled as we met eyes, and I politely answered."Osu.¡±


    Isshin-san instructed me to jog around the dojo at full speed as a warm-up before the rigorous training started. My eyes started spinning as if I were about to faint after running a lap. After taking a minute to collect my breath, I started running at full speed, only to see that I had barely completed a lap and a half.


    "Get up, brat, and go running!" As I finally got to my feet and began running, Isshin yelled. "Heavenly father, I believe my death is imminent." As I was sweating profusely from only two of the ten laps I had completed, the notion crossed my head. "S-Sensei, may I please have a little time out? I believe I''ve reached my limit." I collapsed on the ground, gasping for air like a rabid dog.


    "Brat, did you just say something? Do you suppose I put up with weakness in this dojo?¡± He yelled aggressively at me while I lay on the ground, powerless. "Oh no." With sweats streaming down my face, I despised myself for assuming that learning to fight wasn''t as difficult while oblivious to the consequences of everyone''s struggles, whether they were heroic or villainous.


    With enthusiasm, I got to my feet, felt my heartbeat echoing aloud, and started running, perspiring profusely. I fell to the ground in the middle of the dojo, exhausted and breathless, my heart racing like it was about to explode.


    The fear of my previous struggle was replaced by a feeling of serenity as I lay there on the floor, helpless.


    Isshin came over, grinning proudly, and spoke encouragingly in a soft voice. "That concludes your first day, so go relax while you can because things won''t be as simple as this tomorrow." I felt stunned and engrossed in the truth of tomorrow in that vulnerable moment.

 Chapter 9 - Balance of Powes

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    In the morning, I resumed my rigorous training. I started running slowly around the dojo, sweating profusely as I caught my breath. After many trials and setbacks, I finished the ten circuits.


    As Isshin approached me and gave me a chop on the head while shouting at me to get up, complete the ten laps again, and push myself to the maximum in order to increase my stamina, I sat on the floor, gasping helplessly.


    I could feel his hideous eyes on me. Since I''m the weakest student in training in the dojo, I feel like I''m going to be eaten alive if I don''t get to be on par with the other kids.


    I''m not even close to the kids at the dojo in terms of stamina, flexibility, endurance, reflexes, durability, and agility, even if I''m a little older than them. I can tell how much the students at the dojo are willing to put in to become excellent martial arts senseis after they graduate.


    "I can''t lose to any of these kids." I got up and used my doji outfit to wipe the sweat from my face. I began running as my thoughts went blank, and the only thing that was on my mind was, "Surpass and be on the peak of this dojo." I didn''t care about anybody else or how strong the kids were in this dojo because I would be at the top and graduate before anyone else.


    "Frightful." Isshin muttered as he noticed the growing potential in my eyes, something he had never noticed in the eyes of the children in his dojo at the moment. "You''ll advance to the next level if you complete two more laps, kid." When he noticed that I was absorbed in my own world and not paying attention to him or my surroundings, he added words of support.


    ¡®Yuta, one more lap.¡¯ I thought as I concentrated on completing the drill since the tension was causing my limbs and lungs to overwork themselves without properly replenishing my body, and I was getting tired all the time.


    ¡°Sensei, I¡¯ve completed the task you gave me so I¡¯m ready to advance onward.¡± I said with my arms and knees on the floor breathing out loud hearing the sound of my heart beat.


    ¡°Thanks for persevering until the end, kid. Take a quick break for some water and return here on time. Do you get it?


    ¡°Osu.¡± I bowed down my head and dismissed myself for my one minute water break.


    "This is fantastic; I feel like my energy is rising." In the meantime, I started drinking enough water and took a few moments to gather myself. ¡®Let''s get going.¡±  I hurried back to the dojo while whispering to myself.


    As Isshin started writing some names on a piece of paper, I hurried back to the dojo to watch the other children wrestle against one another.


    He looked at me and said, "Come forward, Yuta." I followed instructions and headed to the front. ¡°Yoshida, hurry up and don''t hold back since Yuta will be your sparring opponent in this duel.¡±He continued.


    ¡®Yes, I am aware that she is a girl, but it doesn''t give me any advantage over her. Therefore, I suppose I''ll give it everything I''ve got and, if necessary, employ sheer force.¡¯ We bowed to one another and Isshin replied, "Fight," as the concept was racing through my mind.


    The girl, Yoshida, crouching with her left fist out, established a position while I stood motionless.This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.


    We waited for a few seconds to see who would attack first, but she didn''t move an inch. I seized the chance to attack with all of my strength, leaped to my air and clenched my fist, only to discover that she hadn''t moved yet as she watched me in mid-air.


    "If you don''t learn to read your opponents'' movements, you''ll have a lot of openings. Don''t charge towards your opponents blindly." She sighed and launched an attack. Since it finished in a dramatic fashion, I was on the floor beneath her feet before I knew what had happened.


    "Well done, Yoshida." Isshin walked over to me and congratulated her on her simple victory, saying, "I asked you to duel her, but I guess you didn''t underestimate her, and that''s really great."


    You can now see how weaker you are than everyone else in this room.


    Pay close attention Yuta as I explain. ¡°Initially, you were unable to understand your opponent''s movements and charge towards her without much consideration, which ultimately contributed to your demise because you gave her plenty of opportunities to hit you, which she did quickly.¡±


    Yuta rose from the floor and trailed Isshin to a tiny chamber at the far end of the dojo. The space was crammed with gear and training supplies. "Let''s get started and give it your all because I''m going to train you differently than the other kids." "Oh," he said.


    The rigorous training started right away. In order for me to attain the proper stance, Isshin first began to structure my body. With my left hand outstretched, I squatted sideways and pushed my left leg forward.


    ¡°The term "fighting stance" is frequently used to describe the stance employed in martial arts. It is the starting point from which a person can move, defend, and attack with effectiveness. Depending on the situation and the martial art style, the fighting stance changes, but it is essential for battle readiness, agility, and balance.¡±


    I nodded and remained in my fighting position, Isshin clarified. "You must now repeat after me." As he assumed his fighting stance, he spoke.


    As I mimicked him in prefecture, switching both hands and legs, Isshin started to move and throw his hands into the air. As Isshin pulled out the punching bag, we continued doing it for over an hour.


    Learning martial arts presented both mental and physical difficulties. I practiced punches and kicks on a heavy bag during my first actual combat lesson. I started with the basics, the jab, cross, and front kick. It was thrilling every time I made contact with the bag with my fist.


    However, repetition was the key to ultimate expertise. Even though my muscles hurt after practicing these maneuvers for hours on end, I felt stronger and more self-assured with each hit. My tenacity was demonstrated by the bruises my knuckles sustained from the bag''s hit.


    In the weeks that followed, Isshin put me through a lot. Confronting him and holding sparring sessions. I soon discovered that physical strength wasn''t everything when I was competing against a more seasoned student.


    I discovered how to take advantage of their momentum by dodging blows rather than defending myself. A pivotal moment occurred when I executed a flawless counterattack after my opponent stumbled.


    I started to comprehend the profound philosophy of martial arts in addition to their physical skill. After training, Isshin frequently took the lead in discussions. "What does it mean to be strong?" he asked one day. At first, I said, "It means to be tough and defeat everyone!¡±


    Isshin, however, gave a soft smile. "Physical prowess is only one aspect of strength; another is understanding when to fight and when to back off. It lies in self-control and respect for both oneself and other people.¡± This lesson resonated with me.


    As the weeks went by, I started to adopt these principles. In the dojo, I made friends, and we worked on developing the mental toughness and technique needed for martial arts.


    They encouraged one another, told each other a few stories, and celebrated little victories. Training no longer felt like a chore but rather like a fun activity because of my newfound friendships.


    Isshin announced a local martial arts contest following months of preparation and dedication. Even the prospect of competing made my heart race. I had both thrill and dread¡ªexcitement at the chance to demonstrate my abilities and fear of failing.


    I worked out with Isshin more than ever before the tournament. Along with combat skills, he also practiced mindfulness, meditation, and breathing techniques to maintain composure under duress.


    He pictured himself standing on the mat, performing his technique perfectly, and reflecting on the idea that the experience itself was more important than the result.


    The day of the competition arrived. As parents and students came, the dojo was alive with activity.


    I channeled everything I had learnt as I stood trembling in his doji outfit. Sensei once said, "Fighting is about finding your center; focus on your breath, and let the world fade away." I thought of this as I warmed up.


    Competitors took their seats one by one. With my pulse racing, I stepped onto the mat when it was finally my turn. The match started once the judges gave their signals.


    Every block, every strike, and every evasion became automatic. My training, refined by innumerable hours of practice, unfolded like a lovely dance.


    Even though I was up against a strong foe, I kept my focus and remembered to breathe. I dodged blows, kicked hard, and applied the techniques I had learnt with Isshin.


    I didn''t place in the top ten or win the tournament in the end. I bowed to my opponent and the judges, a sense of fulfillment washed over me. I had battled with honor and spirit, and above all, I had not forgotten the values of respect and humility¡­

 Chapter 10 - The Art of Strike

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    ¡­


    It had been weeks since Yuta''s mother had taken him to martial arts classes. For instance, martial arts differ from traditional workouts in that they need the use of total intelligence, self-defence, and the mastery of certain techniques, forms, etc.


    During practice and downtime, Yuta has been flowing with the other children at the dojo. Since Isshin has been teaching the young student how to get his stance to prefecture, the youngsters occasionally go around making fun of Yuta while also helping him practice.


    A stance in martial arts is a certain bodily position, especially related to the feet and legs, that provides a foundation for movement, balance, and technique execution readiness. The stances used in various martial arts can vary greatly and might highlight mobility, stability, or preparedness for attack or defense.


    The little boy started training with the other children in order to obtain their assistance in correcting his stance, which is one of the fundamentals of martial arts.


    "If you want to get your stance right, Yuta, you need to crouch down more." Desperate to fix his stance, Yuta was corrected by a boy with black hair, black eyes, and two small horns. While crouching below, he clenched his hands, stretching his right elbow backwards, thrusting his right hip backwards and left knee forward.


    "Well, I believe you''ve made some progress." The boy with the dark hair made a remark as he prepared for battle.


    ¡°Now you¡¯ve gotten your stance right , I¡¯ll teach you how to throw a punch while on your combat stance.¡± Isshin added while rubbing his bald head, ¡°Follow me.¡± He went inside a room filled with lots of training gear while the voice and footsteps of the other kids echoed all through the room as the atmosphere got densed.


    Isshin brought up a boxing bag while he crouched down to take his stance and clenched his fist as he struck the boxing bag again and again. ¡®Awesome.¡¯


    ¡°Now, step up and take your stance, boy.¡± Isshin commanded while standing next to the young student.


    ¡°Osu.¡± Yuta shouted.


    While crouching down, Yuta took his combat stance he learned earlier and clenched his right fist and struck the boxing bag as his right wrist underwent a little fracture against the impact of the strong boxing bag. The boy fell down his knees gripping his right wrist in pain and agony as Isshin walked over to him and stretched the wrist putting it in position.


    The young boy felt much better as he got his wrists covered in bandages and got himself a spare 15 minute break until he began his training.


    Sitting down on a wooden bench at the extreme corner with a bottle of water on his mouth he began to examine the great view of the dojo seeing the other kids in action with absolute focus maintaining their combat stance while striking the air with their clenched fist over and over while some kids were dueling each other in a 1v1 as Isshin was supervising them and observing every moment of his student while applying some  correction in every movements.


    ¡®It¡¯s almost time for today¡¯s training to end so I guess I¡¯ll give it my all in my comeback.¡¯ He began to motivate himself seeing the other kids giving it their all then he won¡¯t be left out. The young boy dropped the bottle of water and rushed back to his Sensei and joined them in their training.


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    He let out a deep breath and crouched down once more to maintain his combat stance and clenched his fist while he began to strike the air with both fists as Isshin instructed. ¡®Phase one completed.¡¯ The young boy began to smile as he noticed he had perfected his stance after many trials of hardship and he was more fascinated about the situation and hoped to learn how to strike and kick very well.


    ¡°That¡¯s all for today¡¯s training so clean up and go take a good meal since your body needs that and make sure to rest while you can. That¡¯s all for today.¡± Isshin dismissed his student as all of them obeyed and made their way out of the dojo.


    As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow across the city, Yuta stepped out of the dojo, his body still buzzing from the intense training session. He had spent hours perfecting his martial arts techniques, each punch and kick fueled by his desire to become stronger. Today, he felt particularly accomplished, his mind racing with thoughts of becoming a strong martial artist, just like the ones he admired.


    Yuta sprinted through the streets. It was late, and the air was heavy with mist, casting an eerie glow under the dim streetlights. Yuta¡¯s thoughts drifte and the scolding he¡¯d probably get for being late¡ªagain. But he pushed those worries aside. The night was calm, or so he thought.


    He walked through the quiet alleyway, seeing some thugs smoking but paid no mind as he focused on his journey back home.


    ¡°I''m back, Mom.¡± He exclaimed as he opened the door and stepped inside the house.


    ¡°Welcome home, sweetie. How was your training today?¡±


    ¡°Eh, it was amazing, I mean I get to learn new tactics from Isshin.¡±


    ¡°That''s good to know! So go get your bath while I prepare some katsudon for dinner.¡±


    ¡°Sure mom, I appreciate it.¡±


    Yuta made his way to his bedroom upstairs as he shut the door behind me and leaned on the wall, gazing at the ceiling when his phone rang to his surprise.


    Yuta shocked his hands inside his pocket and brought out his phone, seeing the caller ID was Mei as he picked it up instantly.


    ¡°Sup, Mei.¡± Yuta greeted Mei with a tired tone.


    ¡°I''m good, you?¡±


    ¡°Eh, I''m fine, thanks. So what''s up?¡±


    ¡°I figured I should give you a call since it''s been a while since we talked and I want to tell you how excited I am for the upcoming U.A. examination.¡±


    ¡°Oh, that¡­ Well, I can''t wait. I wanna show the whole world how strong I am and with you by my side, we''ll make an unbeatable duo.¡±


    ¡°That''s true, you know, I''ve been training alot all this while so I will be able to catch up to you and never be a burden to you.¡±


    ¡°Is that so? You know, I''ve never thought of you being a burden to me and if it gets wrong, I''ll protect you.¡±


    ¡°Really? That''s good to hear but I don''t need you to babysit me coz you know I''ve been training all this while and I can protect myself.¡±


    ¡°Then, that''s great¡­ Anyways, what are you doing now?¡±


    ¡°Nothing much, Just ate my dinner and I''m watching the news right now.¡±


    ¡°Oh I see, well, I just got back from training and mom is preparing katsudon for me.¡±


    ¡°Katsudon? That sounds tasty ... .and why get back from training this late? I mean, you shouldn''t work yourself very hard and you should probably get yourself some rest.¡±


    ¡°Thanks for the advice but¡­..if I don''t work myself to my limit, then I can''t be the greatest hero and I won''t be able to stand by you and protect those I care about.¡±


    ¡°Oh.¡±


    ¡°Yeah¡­thanks for calling and I can''t wait to see how far your wax quirk has developed since we trained together.¡±


    ¡°It''s definitely gonna blow your mind, Yuta. I''ve leveled up so much and I can boldly say I''m way stronger than you currently.¡±


    ¡°Is that so? Well it''s not a bad thing to dream big.¡±


    ¡°What''s the meaning of that?¡±


    ¡°Since you think you''re stronger than me, then I''ll leave that to your imagination and when we meet soon, I''ll bring you out from your imagination.¡±


    ¡°Eh? Do you think I''m gonna lose to a crybaby?¡±


    ¡°Heheh, definitely.¡±


    ¡°Let''s see about that, weakling.¡±


    ¡°Sure¡­ I''m gonna go take my bath and eat dinner so take care, Mei.¡±


    ¡°Sure.¡±


    Yuta sighed and hobbled to the toilet to take his bath as Mei ended the call. He spent some time in the bathroom, and when his nose caught the mouthwatering scent of katsudon in the kitchen, he headed downstairs when his stomach rumbled with hunger.


    As his mother brought him his hot and delicious katsudon, Yuta sat down. He eagerly consumed the dish, savoring the aroma of the katsudon.


    ¡°Don''t rush it, sweetie. There''s many more in the kitchen.¡±


    ¡°Then, can I have some more?¡±


    ¡°Sure.¡±


    His mom took his plate and dished a second round of katsudon to Yuta, who took his time and enjoyed the meal.


    ¡°Thanks for the food mom. You''re the best.¡±


    ¡°You''re welcome, sweetie.¡±


    Yuta stood from his seat and made his way to the living room to watch the news before going to bed when something piqued his interest¡­

 Chapter 11 - Nightmare

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    ¡°Yuta! It''s late, so switch off the tv right now and go to bed.¡± Mom ordered.


    ¡°Al¡­right.¡±


    Yuta headed back to his bedroom as soon as his mom ordered and fell asleep.


    The sun was shining brightly in the horizon when Yuta woke up the following morning to the sounds of birds chirping. His body was dripping with sweat from the dream he experienced as he jerked out of bed. ¡®Thank God it''s a dream.¡¯


    He did his usual morning routine and brushed his teeth before heading downstairs to get some milk to start the day.


    He started jogging through his neighborhood after finishing his milk and leaving the house for a quick warm-up. When he reached a certain point, he paused to gather his breath.


    After taking his time to regain composure, he decided to go back home to work on his quirk before going to the dojo.


    After arriving home, he took his time practicing his quirk more and made an effort to adhere to the procedure he had written down from his previous studies on his sand quirk.


    ¡°That''s tough.¡±After making numerous attempts and consistently failing at each one, he realized. ¡°That''s it for today.¡± He went inside his house to get his bath and made his way to Isshin Dojo.


    Getting to the dojo, he braced himself up and slid the door open. All attention turned towards Yuta as he made his entrance and quickly changed to his doji uniform.


    He focused and adopted the combat position he had mastered after numerous attempts and setbacks without letting up. Following the same procedure as the other children, he began tossing several punches into the air.


    Isshin stood at the left corner of the dojo glancing at the kids as they all perfected their strikes and kicks  including Yuta who was a newbie.


    After a lot of training in the dojo, Isshin dismissed everyone as Yuta made his way back home without wasting much time.


    His breath was labored, and as the adrenaline in his body wore off, exhaustion set in. After a hard day of training in the dojo, he finally made it home and instantly napped in the living room.


    He opened his eyes and gazed at the clock seeing it was 4:15 pm as he ran to the refrigerator and microwave something to eat.


    When his phone buzzed with a notification, he hurried over and scooped it up from the couch. ¡°Hmm?¡± He saw a lot of missed calls from an unknown number but he quickly recognized the number was foreign.


    Yuta gazed at the foreign number on his phone, wondering who it may be. His smartphone buzzed again with the same foreign number just as he was ready to put it down, and he took the call hesitantly.


    ¡°H-Hello.¡± Yuta said with a low tone.


    ¡°I''m I speaking with Yuta?¡±


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    ¡°I''m so sorry for the sudden call and I''m so sorry to say this.¡±


    ¡°What''s with the apology and how do you know my name?¡±


    ¡°I''m Mei''s uncle. I heard both of you were great friends and decided to get into the U.A. hero school together.¡±


    ¡°Oh, I''m sorry for my rudeness towards you because I thought this might be a scammer or so I thought. And yes, we both planned to get into the U.A. and be the greatest hero the world has ever seen.¡±


    ¡°....¡±


    ¡°Hello?¡±


    ¡°I''m sorry to say this, but¡­¡­¡±


    ¡°Hey uncle, what''s wrong? And are you crying?¡±


    ¡°I''m s-s-sorry, Yuta.¡±


    ¡°Why keep apologizing? Please calm down and speak to me, uncle.¡±


    ¡°Mei..¡±


    ¡°Mei? What happened to Mei? We discussed yesterday after I came back from training. So what''s wrong with Mei?¡±


    ¡°Mei¡­.Mei¡­Mei is dead.¡±


    ¡°Hmmm? Is this some kind of joke or are you pranking me, uncle? Or did I misheard you?¡±


    ¡°I''m sorry I wasn''t able to protect her.¡±


    ¡°Hey, stop playing with me. What do you mean you weren''t able to protect her? Was she hurt?¡± Yuta exclaimed as he became furious.


    ¡°Yuta.. Mei was caught up in an accident from a hero and villain fight and that took her life¡­.I''m sorry, Yuta.¡± Mei''s uncle began to sober up with tears from the other end of the call.


    ¡°Eh? Mei? Dead?¡± Yuta couldn''t believe what his ears were hearing.


    ¡°She went to get something from the mall and she heard some heroes are dealing with a villain as she rushed over to the scene and she was caught up in the destruction caused by the hero and villain.¡±


    ¡°Tell me this isn''t some kind of joke¡­ Just yesterday, we talked for a while through the phone and now you''re telling me she is dead?¡± Yuta''s phone slipped away from his hand and hit the ground when his brain got numbed.


    ¡°I''m so sorry, Yuta. I was called to the scene to identify the corpse of the girl and that''s when I noticed it was Mei¡­. She lost an eye and her left arm with blood all over the place.¡±


    ¡°........¡±  Yuta''s mind couldn''t process all the information coming from Mei''s uncle who was abroad.


    ¡°Yuta¡­. Sorry I wasn''t the best uncle to protect her¡­..I''m sorry¡­.¡±


    ¡°Mei is dead? What about our promise to become the strongest hero? Tell me, uncle¡­ What I''m I supposed to say¡­. I never imagined this and why didn''t you follow her when she went out?¡± Yuta''s voice began to fade away.


    ¡°I wasn''t able to keep her safe and I''m sorry for putting you into this mess and sorrowful nightmare. I''m sorry, Yuta.¡±


    ¡°Damn it.¡±


    ¡°I''m sorry you weren''t able to see her one last time, Yuta. Will you grant Mei''s final wish?¡±


    ¡°That¡­I''m sorry but I can''t decide right now, uncle. I guess I''ll have to be alone for a while to think straight.¡±


    ¡°It''s alright, Yuta. Take your time and for the sake of Mei, please continue being a hero and I promise she''ll be happy to see you fulfill her dream in the afterlife.¡±


    ¡°Okay, uncle.¡±


    ¡°Once again, Yuta. I''m so so sorry for not being able to protect her and please continue to stay safe.¡±


    ¡°....¡±


    ¡°Alright, I''ll be ending the call now and this is my number in case you need anything anyday, and for the sake of Mei, I''ll be willing to help you.¡±


    ¡°Okay.¡±


    Mei''s uncle ended the call shortly after that as Yuta dropped down to the floor with both knees. Tears slid down his face as he began to mourn the death of his friend.


    ¡®Why can''t it be me? Why can''t it be someone else? Why was it her? My only friend who stayed by my side since we were kids and even got to celebrate my birthday with me? Mei ... .why did you decide to leave me?¡¯ Yuta cursed himself as tears slid down his face.


    Yuta cried for over 30 minutes as his consciousness faded away and collapsed to the floor.


    Yuta, as a kid, has never thought of how it feels to lose someone so important and that made him fall into a nightmare and that haunted him for a while.


    Few hours later, his mom drove back from work and entered the house but to her surprise, she saw her son lying unconsciously on the floor with tears in his face.


    ¡°Yuta!¡± She exclaimed in shock as he dropped her purse on the floor and charged towards her son. ¡°Yuta! Is everything okay?¡±


    Her mind was racing so fast as she tried to wake her son and suddenly, Yuta managed to open his eyes closely.


    ¡°Sweetie, I''m home.¡± His mom hugged him and continued. ¡°Sweetie, what happened? Why are you crying?¡±


    Yuta took a few seconds to digest the questions asked by his mother as she slowly opened his mouth. ¡°Mom!¡± He exclaimed and burst into tears once more in his mother''s arms.


    ¡°Is alright, sweetie. So tell me what''s wrong or what happened?¡± His mom became curious.


    ¡°Mei.¡±


    ¡°Mei? Isn''t that your female friend from back then?¡±


    ¡°Yes, mom. Mei¡­Mei is¡­¡±


    ¡°What happened, sweetie? What about Mei?¡±


    ¡°Mei is¡­Mei is dead.¡±


    ¡°Huh?¡±  His mom was confused as she find herself dumbfounded. She leaned back a little to process the words that came from Yuta''s mouth.


    ¡°Mom, Mei is dead. I got a call from her uncle a few hours ago and he told me she was caught up in a destruction caused by a villian and a hero on her way back from the mall.¡± Yuta''s brain was still numbed as he managed to get those words out which left his mother speechless¡­.

 Chapter 12 - Move On

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    ¡°Eh? What did you just say? Mei is dead?¡±


    ¡°Yes mom. We talked for a while on the phone yesterday before I went to bed and yet¡­yet, today I got a call saying she''s dead.¡±


    ¡°I''m so sorry, sweetie. I mean, I know it''s hard for you to fully digest this sudden news but you have to be a strong kid and move on.¡±


    ¡°I understand you Mom. But¡­but what I''m I supposed to do? Do you think I can still be a hero for Mei?¡±


    ¡°Sure, sweetie. I know you will be the world greatest hero and with that, Mei is going to be happy to see you make it and then, she can rest in peace to know you kept your promise.¡±


    ¡°For real?¡±


    ¡°Yes, sweetie. So cheer up and don''t let it get into you too much unless you''re gonna be traumatized.¡±


    ¡°Sure mom. Thanks for the advice.¡±


    ¡°So clean up your tears and go have you bath while I prepare dinner.¡±


    ¡°Alright mom.¡±


    Yuta wiped off his tears and made his way upstairs to his bedroom. He leaned to the wall as he reminisced about the olden days with Mei.


    After a while, he went inside the bathroom and took his time to get his body cleaned. He came outside and wore his pajamas and went downstairs for his dinner.


    ¡°There''s your food, sweetie.¡±


    ¡°Itadakimasu.¡± Yuta said as he dug into his meal and ate his fill.


    ¡°Did you enjoy it?¡±


    ¡°Sure mom. You''re the best.¡± He immediately exited the dining room and went back to his bedroom to train before going to bed.


    He closed his eyes and stretched out his right hand as sand aroused mid-air while he shapeshifted the sand into different types of objects for a few minutes and slumber off.


    The sun dipped low in the sky, casting long shadows over the small park where Yuta sat alone. His fingers sifted through the sand beneath him, the grains slipping away like water through a sieve.


    Yesterday had changed everything. His best friend¡ªhis confidant¡ªwas gone. Taken by an accident so sudden, it felt like the world had been ripped from under his feet. She had been the only one who believed in him when others feared his quirk.


    ¡°Your sand isn¡¯t just a weapon, Yuta,¡± she¡¯d once said, her smile as bright as the summer sun. ¡°It¡¯s art. You just need to learn how to sculpt it.¡±


    Now, that voice was silenced, and Yuta felt the crushing weight of her absence. But he wasn¡¯t about to let her down. If she had believed in him, then he had to believe in himself.


    After school, Yuta retreated to an open field on the outskirts of town. It was a quiet place, far from prying eyes, where he could practice without fear of hurting anyone. His quirk, allowed him to manipulate sand, but control had always been his weakness.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.


    Yuta took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He envisioned the sand swirling around him, forming into shapes with precision and grace. Slowly, he raised his hand, and the sand at his feet began to rise, swirling into a spiraling column.


    ¡°Stay steady,¡± he murmured to himself.


    The column wavered, then collapsed into a heap. Yuta groaned, frustration bubbling to the surface.


    He crouched down, grabbing a handful of sand. ¡°If I can¡¯t control this, what good am I?¡±


    The words hung in the air, heavy with doubt. But then, he remembered her voice, her unshakable faith in him.


    ¡°You¡¯re not a quitter,¡± he whispered, clenching his fists.


    He tried again, this time focusing on smaller shapes. The sand responded, forming into a solid cube, then a sphere. It was perfect, but it was progress.


    Yuta¡¯s evenings were spent at Isshin Dojo, a place of discipline and tradition. It was his choice which had encouraged him to join months ago, as it would teach him focus and control.


    The dojo was a stark contrast to the chaotic energy. Its wooden floors were polished to a shine, and the air was filled with the faint scent of incense. Isshin-sensei, the master of the dojo, was a stern man with a calm demeanor that demanded respect.


    ¡°Late again, Yuta,¡± Isshin-sensei said as Yuta slipped through the doors.


    ¡°Sorry, Sensei,¡± Yuta mumbled, bowing low.


    The older man studied him for a moment, then gestured toward the training mat. ¡°You¡¯ve been distracted lately. If you¡¯re here, I expect your full attention.¡±


    Yuta nodded, stepping onto the mat.


    The evening¡¯s lesson focused on sparring techniques. Yuta paired up with a taller boy named Daichi, who smirked as they squared off.


    ¡°Ready to lose again?¡± Daichi taunted.


    Yuta ignored the jab, his focus sharpening. The two began circling each other, and when Daichi lunged, Yuta moved with surprising agility, deflecting the strike.


    ¡°Better,¡± Isshin-sensei said from the sidelines. ¡°But don¡¯t just react. Anticipate.¡±


    Yuta nodded, adjusting his stance. This time, when Daichi attacked, Yuta stepped in close, using the momentum to sweep the taller boy off his feet.


    The match ended with Daichi on the floor, grumbling under his breath.


    ¡°Good,¡± Isshin-sensei said. ¡°But you¡¯re still holding back.¡±


    Yuta frowned. He knew what the sensei meant. He had never used his quirk during sparring. It felt unfair¡ªand dangerous.


    The next evening, Yuta stayed behind after class.


    ¡°I want to try using my quirk,¡± he told Isshin-sensei.


    The older man raised an eyebrow but nodded. ¡°Very well. Start small.¡±


    Yuta stepped onto the mat, his heart pounding. He released a small stream of sand from the pouch he always carried, letting it swirl around him.


    ¡°Good. Now, use it to enhance your defense,¡± Isshin-sensei instructed.


    When Isshin-sensei struck with a wooden staff, Yuta¡¯s sand moved instinctively, forming a barrier. The force of the strike sent vibrations through the sand, but it held firm.


    ¡°Now, offense.¡±


    Yuta hesitated, then directed the sand forward in a whip-like motion. It struck the staff with a loud crack, causing Isshin-sensei to nod in approval.


    ¡°You¡¯re starting to understand,¡± he said. ¡°Your quirk isn¡¯t separate from your martial arts. It¡¯s an extension of them.¡±


    Weeks passed, and Yuta¡¯s progress was undeniable. He began integrating his quirk into his training, creating sand shields, weapons, and even diversions during sparring matches with Isshin after everyone has dismissed themselves.


    But every night, when the dojo emptied, Yuta stayed behind, pushing himself harder. He practiced until his muscles ached and his control over the sand grew sharper.


    One evening, as he stood alone on the mat, he shaped the sand into a delicate sculpture.


    ¡°I¡¯m going to make you proud,¡± he whispered.


    The sand held its shape for a moment before collapsing, but Yuta didn¡¯t mind. He knew he was getting stronger¡ªnot just for himself, but for her.


    Yuta¡¯s journey was far from over. He still had moments of doubt, times when the weight of his loss threatened to overwhelm him. But every grain of sand he shaped was a reminder of his promise.


    He wasn¡¯t just a boy with a quirk anymore. He was a martial artist, a fighter, and a friend determined to honor her memory.


    And as he stood in the fading light of the dojo, the sand swirling around him like a living thing, Yuta knew he was ready for whatever came next.


    Yuta exited the dojo when he noticed the day was getting dark and made his way home as he thought about the moment he had first joined the dojo and noticed how far he has improved not only with his quirk but as a fighter.


    He got home late, seeing his mom in the living room drinking black coffee when she turned her gaze towards him.


    ¡°Welcome home, sweetie.¡±


    ¡°I''m back home, mom.¡±


    ¡°How was your martial art training today? And how do you feel graduating tomorrow?¡±


    ¡°It was fabulous, mom. I did some sparring with Isshin after the other kids went home and he allowed me to use my quirk.¡±


    ¡°Really? That''s great. So?¡±


    ¡°I''m glad I will be graduating tomorrow but I''ll miss Isshin and the other kids thou.¡±


    ¡°Figure that out. Anyways, go take your bath and come eat your dinner.¡±


    ¡°Sure.¡±


    Yuta did as he was ordered by his mom and have is dinner. He went back to his room as he started thinking of a better speech he was to represent as he graduates.


    ¡°Is there any need for a speech?¡± He murmured to himself when he couldn''t think of anything to say.


    What a disturbance


    He stayed awake for a while thinking of what to say when he finally made up his mind after jotting down his speech on a piece of paper. ¡°Tomorrow is gonna be a long day.¡± He hissed as he laid on his bed to get himself prepared for tomorrow..

 Chapter 13 - Yutas Determination

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    *Sighs*


    ¡®Morning already?¡¯ He questioned himself, still on the bed too lazy to pick himself up. ¡®Why can¡¯t I have a day off from training?¡¯ He began murmuring as he forced himself up from his bed and did his morning routine.


    He ran downstairs seeing his mother dishing his breakfast at the dining table and greeted his mom while taking his seat.


    ¡°Mom. I believe you should be named the world''s greatest chef.¡± While enjoying his delectable meal, he said.


    ¡°Aww. Thank you sweetheart!¡± Mom flustered at the word of Yuta and thanked him sincerely.


    ¡°So how is your martial art training going with Mr. Isshin?¡± The mom asked.


    Yuta snubbed his mom as he took the last portion of his breakfast and said a quick ¡®Itadakimatsu¡¯.


    ¡°Yes mom. My martial art training has been progressing for a while now.¡± Yuta replied.


    ¡°That¡¯s good to know. So how about the other kids? Do you cope with them outside of training?¡±


    ¡°Sure mom! They helped me perfect my combat stance and we all shared stories amongst ourselves. They told me how long they¡¯ve been training at Isshin sensei¡¯s dojo and how Isshin scolded them at the very start they started learning martial arts.¡± Yuta explained with a smile on his face.


    ¡°Awwn, that¡¯s good to hear and I¡¯m glad you made some martial arts friends you can share your stories with.¡± Mom spoke.


    ¡°Thanks mom.¡±


    ¡°You seem to have grown up just as much as I anticipated.¡± Mom said, ¡°Well,That''s quite admirable of you, son. You should always follow your heart if you believe it would help you and avoid being tricked by individuals.¡± Mom added.


    ¡°Sure mom.¡± He said.


    ¡°So, get going for your training since today is your last day at Isshin¡¯s dojo.¡± Mom pushed him.


    ¡°Alright mom, I love you.¡± Yuta waved as he exited the house.


    ¡°Love you too.¡± Mom said while waving him off.


    Yuta took a taxi down to the train station and bought his tickets and boarded the train. The train rode for some while and got to his destination. He stood up from his seat and exited the train and made his way down to the dojo¡¯s.


    Getting there he stood for a second to calm himself down and walked inside the dojo greeting everyone sincerely.


    ¡°Good Morning everyone.¡± Yuta said his greetings.


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    ¡°Goodmorning Yuta.¡± Everyone exclaimed back to him happily as he went to change into his doji training uniform.


    He started with a few light stretches and began jogging around the dojo until Isshin was present.


    ¡°Settle down young martial artists.¡± Isshin ordered as he came inside the dojo. Everyone stood still waiting for what their sensei had to say.


    ¡°Today, as Yuta graduates from this dojo, he will either go on to become a martial artist, hero, or villain. We are pleased to have someone with your level of bravery and guts. You''ve demonstrated courage for us, so I hope you apply what you''ve learnt here for the greater good..¡± Isshin made his announcement as everyone applauded him. ¡°So let¡¯s welcome our brother here to speak on whatever he has to say.¡± He added.


    Yuta walked up to the front where Isshin was standing as he cleared his throat and bowed down to the audience before speaking.


    ¡°To my fellow young talented martial artists here, I hereby say a very big thanks for what you guys have taught me, the stories we shared, the fun times and also the tough time training and dueling with each other. Today I will be leaving this great dojo and sharing my experience with the outside world and also wish to take my martial art training and experience further. So from the depth of my heart and to Isshin sensei, I want to say a big thank you for this amazing chance you gave me.¡± Yuta paid his respect to everyone.


    ¡°Come over here, Yuta.¡± Isshin ordered as Yuta ran towards him. ¡°So what will you do after this?¡±Isshin asked again but this time privately.


    ¡°I really wish to take my experience and martial art further. I wish to know and learn more about martial arts.¡± Yuta spoke respectfully.


    ¡°Then if you wish to know more about martial arts I can direct you to an old man of mine who can sharpen your skills but if he doesn''t find any potential in you, you¡¯ll be kicked out.¡± He became serious as Yuta grin widened to see what kind of monster awaits him.


    ¡°Sure, I wish to meet him.¡± Yuta replied.


    ¡°Then take this and email him whenever you¡¯re ready.¡± Isshin gave out his old man¡¯s email to Yuta.


    ¡°Thank you sensei.¡± He bowed respectfully and exited the dojo to see what kind of monster he''s been referred to¡­.


    Yuta left the dojo with his belongings and went to his solace to train more about his quirk.


    Yuta began with a breathing exercise to center his mind and sync his movements with the rhythm of the sand. He spread his legs into a balanced stance and slowly raised his arms, commanding the grains of sand to rise and mirror his movements.


    ¡°Control is the key,¡± he muttered. His sensei¡¯s words echoed in his mind: "Without control, power is just chaos."


    The sand formed tendrils around his arms, moving as if part of his body. He transitioned into basic punches and kicks, making the sand replicate the arcs of his strikes. Each jab was accompanied by a sharp flick of a sand whip, and every kick followed through with a sweeping crescent of sand. At first, the sand lagged, its movements slightly offbeat.


    ¡°No, flow with me,¡± Yuta growled, focusing harder. He adjusted his movements to be smoother, imagining the sand as an extension of his muscles. Soon, the lag disappeared, and the sand moved in perfect harmony with him.


    Yuta shifted to more advanced techniques, focusing on combining the fluidity of his quirk with the hard, explosive power of martial arts. He executed a spinning roundhouse kick, releasing a spiral of sand mid-motion. The attack created a vortex that could disorient an opponent.


    Next, he practiced grappling techniques. He crouched low and mimicked pulling an opponent off-balance, commanding the sand to coil around an invisible foe¡¯s legs. The sand formed thick cords, tightening as he visualized immobilizing his target. He leapt forward, transitioning into a palm strike, and the sand shot forward like a battering ram.


    His body ached from the repetition, but he pushed on. He needed these movements to become the world''s strongest.


    Taking a moment to catch his breath, Yuta moved to defensive techniques. He surrounded himself with a sphere of sand, leaving just enough visibility to monitor his surroundings. As he shadowboxed within the sphere, he practiced redirecting incoming ¡°attacks¡± by shifting the sand barrier.


    He imagined an enemy throwing a punch. With a sharp motion, he directed the sand to deflect the blow, then followed up by sending a spike of sand toward his imagined assailant.


    ¡°Defense isn¡¯t just about blocking,¡± he reminded himself. ¡°It¡¯s about creating openings.¡±


    Yuta envisioned an opponent closing in for a grapple. He dispersed his sand barrier into a wide cloud, blinding his enemy. Using the distraction, he lunged forward, performing an elbow strike and commanding the sand to follow with a crushing wave.


    To refine his quirk further, Yuta set up small targets around the training field¡ªstones balanced on wooden poles. He stood in the center, eyes closed, and raised his hands.


    The sand moved as an extension of his awareness, weaving through the air toward the targets. He flicked his wrist, and a tendril of sand shot forward, knocking the first stone off its perch. A second flick, and another stone fell.


    His movements grew faster, each strike accompanied by a sharp exhale. By the time he opened his eyes, all the stones had been knocked down.


    As the sun dipped below the horizon, Yuta collapsed onto the ground, his chest heaving. The field bore the marks of his efforts¡ªcraters, scattered sand, and shattered poles. He gazed at the sky, a sense of pride swelling within him.


    ¡°I¡¯m getting there,¡± he said softly. ¡°But there¡¯s still more to learn.¡±


    Yuta knew that integrating his sand quirk with martial arts would take time and discipline. Every punch, kick, and grain of sand needed to work in harmony. But he also knew that with each day of training, he was becoming stronger¡ªnot just in body, but in mind.


    And one day, he would be unstoppable.

 Chapter 14 - Pride

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    It has only been a few months since Yuta said goodbye to his fellow martial artist in the dojo. After that, Yuta began practicing alone at home, just like he had done as a child.


    This time, Yuta focused more on physical training as he began jogging 1 km every morning and evening. When he¡¯s done with that, he did 100 push ups and sit ups which made his body stack up more than his mates.


    The sun was just beginning to rise, painting the horizon in shades of gold and amber, but Yuta had been up for hours. The crunch of gravel under his worn sneakers was rhythmic, matching the steady cadence of his breaths. His black tank top clung to his back, already drenched in sweat, as he pushed his body to its limits. This wasn¡¯t just training¡ªit was a battle, a relentless fight against his own weaknesses.


    ¡°Again!¡± he muttered to himself, his voice barely audible over the sound of his pounding heartbeat.


    Yuta dropped to the ground and began his set of push-ups. His arms trembled with fatigue, but he refused to stop. Each push-up wasn¡¯t just about building muscle; it was a reminder of why he was doing this. To be stronger. Faster. Better. Every bead of sweat that fell to the ground was a step closer to his goal.


    ¡°Eight- Eight one...¡± he counted, his voice strained. At ninety-five, his arms buckled, and he collapsed. But he didn¡¯t stay down for long. Slamming his fist against the dirt, he growled, ¡°Not enough!¡±


    He forced himself back up, his legs wobbling as he stood. Nearby, an old tire leaned against a tree¡ªa remnant of his makeshift training ground. He jogged over to it, hoisting it onto his shoulders with a grunt. The weight bore down on him, but he grit his teeth and began lunging forward, each step deliberate and controlled. The strain burned through his legs, but he welcomed it. Pain meant progress.


    ¡°Keep going,¡± he whispered to himself, his breath ragged.


    After what felt like an eternity, Yuta dropped the tire with a thud, collapsing onto the ground. The cool earth beneath him offered little comfort, but he couldn¡¯t rest yet. He rolled onto his back and began a grueling set of sit-ups, each one driving home the thought that his limits were meant to be broken.


    As the morning wore on, Yuta¡¯s training shifted as he crouched down and took his fighting stance he learnt from the dojo and began striking his clenched fist into the air rapidly.


    ¡°Focus... control...¡± he muttered between punches, his breath coming in sharp bursts. His knuckles were raw, his arms screamed for relief, but he couldn¡¯t stop. He wouldn¡¯t stop.


    By the time the sun reached its peak, Yuta stood in the middle of the clearing, his chest heaving, his body battered and bruised. The training had taken everything out of him, but the fire in his eyes burned brighter than ever. He clenched his fists, feeling the slight tremor in his muscles.


    ¡°I¡¯m not there yet,¡± he said quietly, determination lacing his words. ¡°But I¡¯m closer.¡±


    He also worked a little on his quirk since he decided not to get any quirk adviser. He worked so hard after quitting Isshin¡¯s dojo and his appearance began to change as the days passed.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.


    As he walked back home, the echoes of his grueling session followed him, a reminder of the strength he was forging, one sweat-soaked moment at a time.


    He went back to his bedroom upstairs and took his bath and dressed in a black short jean and a white hoodie with a blue face mask. Yuta took his breakfast his mom prepared for him before she left for work.


    Yuta finished his breakfast and exited the house while locking the door since his mom told him to do so to avoid any breakthrough of villains inside the house.


    The little boy strolled for a few minutes, found a nearby vending machine, purchased a cool energy drink, and sipped it while taking a short break. He used his smartphone to connect his headphones, plugged both ears, and turned up the volume to the maximum.


    He connected back his headphones to his smartphone and continued his walk meanwhile he didn¡¯t know what awaited him ahead.


    He shook his hands into his pocket while walking when a commotion caught his attention. ¡®Hmm. What¡¯s going on again?¡¯ He questioned himself if it would benefit him to go take a look or not. ¡®Should I take a quick look at what¡¯s going on?¡¯ He began to doubt himself as he remembered what happened the other day when he saved a drowning child but he wasn¡¯t so fast and that caused the loss of the child.


    ¡®I don¡¯t want to get myself into another mess.¡¯ Was all he could think of right now as he continued walking while his instinct began to doubt him.


    As he was walking along the road corner with his headphones still connected to the smartphone in his pocket, he heard a loud explosion sending the debris of the nearby building flying down, causing the road area into a mess.


    Yuta staggered in shock as to what caused the explosion causing all this damage and making the nearby cars engulf in flames. ¡®What the hell.¡¯ He quickly removed the headphones connected to his ears to hear what¡¯s going on.


    Yuta ran back to where he saw the commotion being displayed and what he could only see were the limbs of so many dead bodies being crushed by the debris of the building.


    ¡°Kwaah.¡± Yuta threw up unexpectedly before his brain could process what happened so far. What''s the main cause of this? He wiped his mouth with his hands and continued to advance to the main scene.


    He got there seeing a little crowd not as big as the first one he saw before the explosion incident happened a few minutes ago. ¡®I need to see what¡¯s going on.¡¯ He began to walk past the crowded people and suddenly he got close to the front to see what¡¯s happening.


    ¡®If I¡¯m not mistaken, isn¡¯t that the number two hero, Endeavor.?¡¯


    ¡°Hey, what¡¯s happening?¡± Yuta asked a young man standing next to him.


    ¡°Even I myself don¡¯t understand what¡¯s going on. I was at the convenience store closeby when I heard the number two hero in action so I left what I was shopping for and came here to experience what¡¯s happening.¡± The man said without even turning to the young boy that asked the question, keeping his gaze fed up with what¡¯s happening.


    ¡°Huh?¡± Yuta was confused. No one knows what really happened as to why the number two hero would start a commotion by himself.


    ¡°ARRRGH.¡± The crowded civilians heard a loud roar as they turned towards the other side opposite to the flame hero Endeavor. They saw the debris of the building falling apart and someone emerged out of it seeing it was a villain.


    ¡®I think this is gonna be a lot of mess.¡¯ The young boy gulped as he saw the villain standing up from all the heavy debris he was compressed with. ¡®Does he have some kind of strength enhanced quirk?¡¯ Yuta thought as he took a step backwards but grasped onto the courage of not running away.


    ¡°Let¡¯s see how strong the number two hero truly is after the number one hero, All Might.¡± He said frankly as he got excited to witness such a great fight. ¡®But how strong will that villian be to stand up against Endeavor?¡¯ He was eager to watch the fight.


    ¡°Damn it, Endeavor! You just got my new clothes dirty and I can¡¯t turn a blind eye to that.¡± The villain said while dusting off the dirt in his new black trench coat he got from an underground organization.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, cause you won¡¯t be needing that piece of shit anymore since I¡¯m gonna take you down with these hungry flames.¡± Endeavor fired back at the villain.


    ¡°I''d like to see you try motherfucker.¡± The villain took his stance, prepared for any surprise attack.


    ¡°Diiiee.¡± The number two hero Endeavor roared and charged towards the villain with his clenched fist, ready to one shot the villain.


    As Endeavor¡¯s flaming fist was about to collide with the villain who hadn''t taken a step from his spot, the number two hero''s eyes widened as his burning fist was being caught and quenched by the villain.


    ¡°What just happened?¡± Yuta asked from the crowd as he wasn¡¯t able to apprehend what just happened and why did the flame on the number two hero¡¯s fist get quenched.


    ¡°Your eyes might not have seen it all but I did.¡± A man with blonde hair wearing a brown trench coat within the crowd said¡­


    ¡°What do you mean by that?¡± Yuta turned and asked¡­

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    ¡°The moment the number two hero moved, he covered his fist with his burning red flames but as the moment it was about to collide with the villain, Endeavor moved his fist so fast probably to knock out the villain unconscious with that single attack but if the villain was one second late, he would have perished from that attack.¡± The blonde man explained.


    ¡°Still don¡¯t get it.¡± Yuta spoke, still not understanding why the villain wasn''t hurt by the flame.


    ¡°I will say it''s obviously the cause of the villain¡¯s quirk?¡± The man replied.


    ¡°The villain¡¯s quirk?¡±


    ¡°Yes, the villain¡¯s quirk. It¡¯s a water type quirk. And with that, I think this fight won¡¯t go as easy as everyone else thinks.¡±


    ¡°Hmm. A water type quirk vs a fire quirk. Oh, now I get it.¡±


    ¡°Yes, that¡¯s probably right. The moment Endeavor¡¯s flaming fist was about to strike the villain who refused to move, he quickly caught Endeavor¡¯s fist as fast as he could, decreasing the temperature of water as cold as he could to quench the fire in that moment instantly.¡± The man explained it all.


    ¡°Wow, that¡¯s crazy cool. I mean if he¡¯s able to do that in a split second then his quirk is probably the opposite of Endeavor¡¯s quirk which will make him gain the advantage in this fight and be the weakness of the number two hero.¡± Yuta analized the situation.


    ¡°Yes, that¡¯s absolutely correct but¡­I don''t think that villain is gonna last a minute of Endeavor becoming serious.¡± The man said, keeping his gaze locked on against Endeavor and the villain.


    The fight between the number two hero, Endeavor and the unknown villain just began.


    The villain took off his clothes,he had broad shoulders, black hair, black eyes, tattoos all over his body while his forehead was tattooed with a headless angel with wings.


    Endeavor was shocked seeing a villain stopping his fist and got his flames quenched.


    ¡°What did you do, bastard?¡± Endeavor questioned as he leaped backwards to maintain some distance between the both of them.


    ¡°Huh? And why will I tell a meathead who¡¯s trying to kill me?¡± The villain was taunting Endeavor to make another move which he predicted correctly as Endeavor flew straight to the villain with same attack but to his surprise, he¡¯s flame was quenched by the villain which made Endeavor dumbfounded and crazy at the same time seeing his burning flame got dispersed right in front of him.


    ¡°I can see why my flame was quenched. Your quirk is a water type isn¡¯t it?¡± Endeavor became furious seeing the villain peeking his ear with his pinky finger while not listening to what he just said.


    ¡°Hm? Did you just say something?¡± The villain taunted Endeavor again which made him rage in anger as his flame temperature began to rise.


    ¡°Increasing the heat temperature of your flames will endanger  those civilians around who look up to you as their number two hero.¡± The villain warned as he covered himself with water, decreasing the temperature making it a solid ice armor.


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    The villain ran towards Endeavour and struck Endeavour with his frozen fist, generating a great impact that sent all around residents flying away and slamming the buildings. Two young children''s brains exploded as they struck a towering structure.


    The civilians failed to notice the death of two people while everyone began running for their lives. Yuta ran along the civilians as his eyes caught two lifeless bodies but he ignored it as he was sprinting to a nearby shelter.


    ¡®What¡¯s with all these tattoos and mostly the one on his forehead?¡¯ While the villain was trading punches with Endeavour, a notion crossed his mind that caused him to momentarily lose focus. The villain then struck Endeavour so hard in the abdomen that he crashed into the nearby buildings..


    ¡°Is that the strength of Japan''s number two hero, heh, Endeavor?¡± The villain started laughing while covering his face with his left hands.


    ¡°You bastard.¡± Endeavor exclaimed as he flew through the building he crashed in. Getting serious, he inhales and lets out a breath while floating in the air with his quirk.


    ¡°Burning fist.¡±


    He yelled as he descended quickly to the earth, forcing the villain to create a five-layered ice wall to fend off Endeavour''s assault.


    ¡°DIIEE.¡± He shouted as his fist came in contact with the villain¡¯s barrier burning up the five layers of the ice wall down to where the villain hid himself as he double crossed his hands above his head to reduce the damage of Endeavor¡¯s attack.


    The extreme heat of Endeavour''s flame caused his right arm to burn as he was blasted to the ground, and the citizens'' ears perked up as he screamed.


    ¡°Arhhhh.¡± The villain screamed in pain.


    ¡°So tell me. How many comrades have you got?¡± Endeavor threatened him as he picked up the villain by the hair with his left hand.


    ¡°I¡¯ll say it again. How many comrades have you got?¡± Endeavor repeated himself again.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± The villain said as he received a strong punch to his face sending him flying against the nearby buildings.


    Endeavor walked over to him again and asked.


    ¡°How many comrades do you have?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t kn¨C¡± The villain was cut off with another strike to his midsection causing him to spit blood into the hero''s fist.


    ¡°How many comrades do you have?¡± Endeavor asked again as he picked up the villain and clenched his fists.


    ¡°I don¡¯t k¨C¡± The villain managed to speak as Endeavor let go of his hair and struck his clenched fist with the villain¡¯s face sending him flying through several story buildings.


    Yuta and the other civilians watch the cruel action of Japan''s famous number two hero. Yuta was crazy as he didn¡¯t believe that¡¯s how the hero society behaves.


    He forced himself not to believe the action he just witnessed as his brain flashed to the dead bodies he saw earlier from the cause of the attack.


    ¡°So, I guess I should probably call the police department to come pick your ass up and go live your worthless life in prison.¡± Endeavor picked his phone in his pocket as he called for the police to come and take the villain he just defeated into custody.


    ¡°Endeavor! Endeavor! Endeavor!¡±


    The crowd exclaimed under the shelter of a local building a few distance away, started cheering for Endeavor as he defeated the villain.


    ¡°That villain shouldn''t mess with Endeavor.¡±


    ¡°That serves him right! He''s going to spend the rest of his life in prison.¡±


    ¡°Thank you, Endeavor.¡±


    The civilians exclaimed in joy as they witnessed the number two hero in action live.


    The aftermath of the battle was a mixture of relief and awe. Civilians emerged cautiously from their hiding spots, their faces a blend of fear and gratitude. Dust and debris filled the air, but the overwhelming emotion was one of celebration. Endeavor stood in the center of the wreckage, his costume tattered and dirt-streaked, yet their presence radiated strength and reassurance.


    A child broke the silence, running towards the number two hero with arms wide open, a bright smile lighting up their tear-streaked face. "You saved us!" they cried.


    Endeavor knelt, accepting the hug with a warm, humble smile. Soon, others followed, forming a small crowd around Endeavor which disgusted him but he put on a fake smile. Some clapped, others cheered, and a few even shed tears of joy.


    Elders offered words of heartfelt thanks, their voices trembling with emotion. While a group of teenagers snapped photos, vowing to tell everyone about the day they were saved.


    Amid the chaos, one civilian raised their voice: "Three cheers for our hero!" The crowd erupted in a collective roar, their gratitude echoing across the ruins. Endeavor simply nodded, quietly vowing to always protect those who needed them.


    ¡°Citizens of this beloved country. You should probably evacuate yourself to shelter and don''t wander late at night anymore because some villains are on the loose and we promise to defeat all of them so rest assured.¡± Endeavor stated as he flew away from the scene.


    On arriving at the scene, the public heard the sirens of the police cars. The police scout the area again as they lead the unconscious criminal into the back of the vehicle and handcuff him.


    ¡°Nice job, Endeavor.¡±


    One of the police whispered to himself and thanked the hero for his marvelous work.


    The cops left the scene of the fight with the captured unconscious criminal in their car.


    ¡®If hero''s can save lives then why can''t they protect Mei?¡¯ Yuta hissed as he watched how strong the number hero was as his mind flashed with a thought. ¡®This could''ve been us, Mei! Defeating villains and helping people.¡¯ He let out a sigh and turned to walk away from the battle scene with his hands in his pockets.

 Chapter 16 - A Heros Dream Shattered

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    He finally stood up from his knees, suppressing the rage he felt within and walked away. On his way back home, he saw a convenience store as he quickly went in and bought a few souvenirs to take home. He took a taxi to his neighborhood and paid the driver telling him to keep the change as his mind was no longer functioning anymore seeing the number two hero''s real identity.


    He got home seeing his mother''s car parked at the corner of the house and quickly unlocked the door. Getting inside the house he greeted his mom who was sitting down on the couch in the living room watching the news channel.


    ¡°Welcome back home, sweetie.¡± His mother greeted.


    ¡°Hey mom.¡± He greeted her.


    ¡°Yuta, is something the matter? Why are you feeling down?¡± His mother noticed the change in his tone.


    ¡°Nothing much, mom.¡± He replied softly not to pressure his mom. ¡°Anyways, what are you watching?¡± He asked while laying down the souvenirs he bought at the dining table.


    ¡°I¡¯m streaming the news station live.¡± She replied.


    ¡®Hm? Is it about the villain incident that I just witnessed?¡¯ He became curious and asked, ¡°Mom, can I join you to watch the news?¡± He asked.


    ¡®Hm? What¡¯s with him today wanting to watch the news with me?¡¯ His mom thought, ¡°Sure, feel free.¡± She spoke.


    ¡°Thanks.¡± He quickly joined his mom on the couch while streaming the live news.


    They both sat down quietly on the couch while watching the news for an hour as it made Yuta more depressed and angered seeing the news and the public covering up for the number two hero¡¯s crime.


    According to the news, it stated that, ¡°a villian murdered a family of 5 and burnt the house of the family. Endeavour hurried to the scene to protect the civilians from that villian suspected for the murder of that family and was able to defeat the villain, living up to his reputation as Japan''s number two hero and apprehended the villain who was then taken to the greatest tartarus prison in history, from which no one has ever escaped.¡±


    The news broadcasted that to the country which many people believed even Yuta¡¯s mom but Yuta was feeling some kind of pain deep within. ¡®A villain killed a family of 5 and he''s been given a second chance to live in prison?¡¯ He didn''t believe his eyes when he found out that the villain he saw Endeavor take down was none other than the murderer the news just broadcasted.


    Yuta was disgusted by the news as he quietly stood up from the couch and located his room upstairs, locking the door to his room and slamming his fist to the wall which caused him to bleed a little.


    He kept punching the wall with his rage and anger and suddenly he felt relieved as he broke down to his knees, tears streaming down his eyes.


    ¡°My lifetime dream, didn¡¯t know it¡¯ll come to this.¡± He muttered as he blamed himself for taking a walk outside his neighborhood. If he didn''t leave the house then all this might not have happened to him. He started cursing himself and then he sat on the floor.


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    ¡®I guess I should take a bath to cool myself down.¡¯ He stood up from the ground he was and stripped down his clothes making his way to the bathroom.  He brushed his teeth and turned on the hot water in the shower and stayed in the bathroom for over 30 minutes refreshing himself.


    He finished his bath and walked down to his bed, ¡® I think a little nap will be the best right now.¡¯ He thought and laid down his bed dozing off from the stress he¡¯s been through.


    ¡­.Endeavor''s POV


    ¡®That villain deserves death. Anyone who defies me deserves death.¡¯ Was all in the number two hero¡¯s mind as he cursed himself not killing that villain for the murder of that family. I guess I should have just taught him a lesson or two back then so he understands that whoever has power triumphs over the weak.¡¯


    Endeavour sneered as he thought about being scolded by a little villain again, and while he was walking, a number of reporters saw him and hurried to film him to show the power of the evil he faced and how he defeated him while protecting all the local citizens.


    It was over, but Endeavor couldn¡¯t shake the gnawing dissatisfaction. The fight had been calculated, brutal, and efficient. A performance befitting the Number two Hero. And yet, as he surveyed the destruction, the familiar emptiness crept in. Victory always felt hollow, like ashes in his mouth.


    Then came the voices.


    "Endeavor! Over here!"


    "Number two, how do you feel about your latest win?"


    "Do you think this makes up for your past mistakes?"


    The press. Like vultures, they swarmed, microphones and cameras thrust forward as they shouted over each other. Their faces blurred into a singular, suffocating mass. His teeth clenched as the irritation bubbled to the surface. These weren¡¯t questions¡ªthey were accusations cloaked in curiosity, designed to pry and prod until he faltered.


    He wanted to walk away, to leave them in the ruins and retreat to the solitude of his thoughts. But that wasn¡¯t an option, not anymore. The public demanded more from him than just strength; they wanted humanity, transparency, penance. Being Number two wasn¡¯t just about fighting villains¡ªit was about facing the endless judgment of a world that hadn¡¯t decided whether to forgive him.


    Endeavor squared his shoulders and turned to face the cameras. His flames roared higher instinctively, a shield against their invasive gazes. "The villain is secured," he said, his voice a low growl that carried authority. "Property damage will be assessed, and my agency will ensure repairs are handled swiftly."


    "Do you think your aggressive tactics were necessary?" A reporter shouted, undeterred.


    "Is this part of your redemption arc?" Another asked, the words laced with mockery.


    Redemption. The word stung like a whip. Endeavor felt the weight of his failures pressing against his chest, the faces of his family flickering in his mind. He had burned too many bridges, left too many scars. No battle, no speech, could undo that.


    He met their stares, unflinching. "My job is to protect," he said firmly. "That¡¯s what I did today, and that¡¯s what I¡¯ll continue to do. The rest¡ª" he paused, his throat tightening, "¡ªisn¡¯t for you to decide."


    ¡°Get this fucking camera¡¯s away from me.¡± Endeavor exclaimed but the reporters snubbed him.


    ¡°What do you say to the public and your fans about defeating that villain?¡± A female reporter asked while shifting the microphone close to the mouth of the hero.


    ¡°How tough was the villian?¡± Another reporter asked as they bombarded  a lot of questions to the flame hero who just ignored them and walked away.


    The crowd murmured, some jotting notes, others flashing photos. Endeavor¡¯s flames dimmed as he turned away, heading toward the waiting police and emergency workers. Behind him, the questions continued, but he no longer listened.


    He had won the battle, but the war¡ªfor acceptance, for redemption, for peace¡ªraged on, and it was one he wasn¡¯t sure he would ever win.


    ¡®Can¡¯t all these weaklings give me a rest.¡¯ He cursed the reporters as he flew away from the crowd with his fire quirk.


    ¡­.


    Yuta woke up from sleep and noticed his body was covered in sweat. ¡®Thank God it¡¯s a dream.¡¯ Sweating profusely, he jolted from the bed and dreamed that Endeavour had killed Mei. He let out a sigh and waltzed his way to the bathroom for a quick bath.


    His body started to boil with rage as Yuta''s thoughts returned to the earlier incident he had seen against Endeavour and the villain wanted for murder.


    Why won''t those villains be killed or sentenced to death under the hero system? After all, they will still kill for fun if they are released, so why keep them alive?


    ¡°This world is fucked up.¡± He whispered to himself and made his way downstairs to get a chill bottle of water from the refrigerator.


    ¡®Maybe I''ll go play video game to pass the time.¡¯ He conclude while gulping the chill water.


    Yuta set the glass down, refreshed from the cold sip of water that eased the dryness in his throat. The sunlight streaming through the windows painted warm streaks on his desk, but his focus was elsewhere. He slid into his gaming chair, his fingers already twitching in anticipation.


    Powering on his console, he wore his gaming headset as the familiar hum brought a small smile to his face.


    His favorite game loaded, and within moments, he was immersed in the virtual world. Yuta¡¯s movements were fluid, his focus razor-sharp, every action was  calculated with strategy. Time seemed to blur as he conquered levels and bosses, the adrenaline making him forget the mundane. In this gaming realm, Yuta was unstoppable¡­

 Chapter 17 - Final Decision

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    [Four years time skip]


    The four years that followed Yuta''s tragic awakening were a crucible that forged him into something neither hero nor villain. At 13, he was a boy who believed in the ideals of heroism, despite knowing UA was out of reach when his only female friend was killed due to the destruction caused by a hero and a villain.


    His neighborhood, became a battleground where villains acted with impunity. When a powerful villain with a scorpion tail unleashed chaos, Yuta used his quirk in desperation to save his mom, but it wasn¡¯t enough. His mom was brutally injured and was admitted for several months before being discharge, and no hero came to help on time. The world¡¯s silence in the aftermath was deafening; the incident was barely reported and that made him took the path of an underground hero.


    ¡°I¡¯ll become my own hero!¡­.I¡¯ll become a vigilante¡­.I¡¯ll put a stop to those worthless people who call themselves villains and fake heroes.¡± He muttered with a wide grin on his face and bursted into laughter making his mom downstairs to notice him laughing.


    His dream was crushed by the hero system for not making amends and villains roaming about killing innocents life and got jailed instead to be sentenced to death.


    The world crushed his lifetime dream.


    He took his time stacking up all the hero¡¯s toys and comics his mother bought for him a while back when he was a little kid.


    He tore up all the posters of his favourite hero, "Rock Lock," and other heroes on the wall of his bedroom and threw them all into an abandoned brown box.


    As he carried them downstairs to ignite them on fire, hismother stopped him because she noticed the differencein her son.


    ¡°Where are you going with that?¡± His mom was serious.


    ¡°Nowhere mom. I¡¯m just getting rid of the things I¡¯m not into anymore since they take up so much space in my room.¡± Yuta said without turning his gaze to his mom.


    ¡°And since when have you complained about not having so much space in your room to me?¡± She questioned him as she stood up from the couch she was on.


    ¡°Oh?¡± His mom was struck dumbfounded.


    After the last occurrence, he started to disconnect himself from everyone, and his heart suddenly became cold. Although he didn''t despise his mother, he decided that it was the wisest course of action because he didn''t want to put her in risk.


    He let out a sigh. ¡°Goodbye dream.¡± He said as he lit up the box full of hero¡¯s merch and locked his gaze at the burning box till it turned to ash.


    He stood gazing at the dazzling blue sky and wondered what kind of fate awaits him in the future of him being a vigilante and when his identity will be blown undercover. ¡®Who gives a shit about that.¡¯ Yuta thought as he walked back into the house.


    His mom watched him from the window till the end and wondered what kind of action turned her beloved son to a cold freak.


    ¡°Welcome back, Yuta.¡± He heard his mom.This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.


    ¡°Huh? I don¡¯t understand. What¡¯s the meaning of that?¡± Yuta was confused as he didn¡¯t know what his mom was up to.


    ¡°Nothing. Or is it wrong for a mother to welcome her son?¡± The mother said while sipping her black coffee.


    ¡°Suit yourself.¡± Was all Yuta said and went inside the kitchen to clean his hands and took his breakfast from the refrigerator. He microwaved it and ate while thanking his mom for the food.


    He finished eating and made his way back to his bedroom as he sat on top of his bed while holding his smartphone. ¡®I haven¡¯t reached out to Isshin since he gave me his old man¡¯s contact information.¡¯ ¡°Maybe I should try and reach out to Isshin today.¡± He muttered.


    ¡®Maybe I¡¯ll train a little first before reaching out to him.¡¯ He changed his pajama clothes to gym clothes. He rushed downstairs when his mom stopped him.


    ¡°So?¡± She said double crossing her arms.


    ¡°Mom, I haven¡¯t trained to my limit in a while, so I figured I should hit the gym today to help build my muscles since my squats and push up won¡¯t be enough.¡± He said honestly.


    ¡°Why push yourself to this extent?¡± His mom was bothered if something was the cause of her son''s action lately.


    ¡°Because I want to be able to protect myself and you, mom.¡± Yuta said, ¡°If I don¡¯t take this chance now since I¡¯m still young then I¡¯ll find it hard to do so when I¡¯m older.¡± He added.


    ¡°You don¡¯t have to go that far, Yuta. They¡¯re heroes out there to protect us from the bad people so please¡­think about it, son.¡± The mother begged but at the mention of ¡®hero,¡¯ Yuta''s face turned cold.


    ¡°Then do you want me to be weak? Do you want your only child to be bullied? If I was strong back then, I swore I could''ve protected you when the hero didn''t show up.¡± He exclaimed.


    ¡°Is not th-¡± Before his mom could finish her sentence, Yuta cut her off.


    ¡°Then I¡¯ll be strong. Stronger than the number one hero¡­.¡± He said nonchalantly and exited the house making his mom shrugged.


    He stood for some while seeing no taxi, still exercising his patience and reminiscing about the little fight he had with his mom earlier, a taxi arrived and he entered telling the driver to stop him at the nearest train station.


    They drove for 30 minutes while Yuta just kept observing the beauty and the lies behind the city.


    ¡°Here you go.¡± The driver reminded Yuta who was lost in his thoughts.


    ¡°Oh, thanks.¡± Yuta got out of the taxi and gave the driver his money, urging him to save his change for when they next saw each other. He spent an additional ten minutes walking to the train station, where he purchased his tickets and got on a fifteen-minute journey.


    The train was packed with people going to various places, so he stood inside for the fifteen-minute ride. The door automatically opened for him when the train declared his position and he got off.


    Yuta embarked on an exciting journey into the world of fitness. With a natural curiosity and a desire to improve his physical health, he decided to join a gym to get his body physically fit. This decision marked the beginning of a transformative experience that would not only enhance his physical abilities but also boost his limit using his quirk.


    ¡®Finally.¡¯ He felt some kind of relief inside his body while he made his way to the gym he saw on tv. ¡°So big.¡± He muttered as he stood at the front of the gymnasium, seeing young and old people going to exercise.


    He became fired up and got himself registered at the gate before entering. He walked inside as his smile widened seeing so many train gears and different types of people including the ones with tails and wings attached to their body because of their quirk each of them possessed.


    Upon entering the gym, Yuta was greeted by a random seasoned instructor known for his expertise and motivational coaching style. The man quickly recognized Yuta''s enthusiasm and potential. He crafted a tailored workout plan that balanced strength training, cardio, and flexibility exercises, ensuring that Yuta would develop a well-rounded fitness foundation.


    ¡°Excuse me.¡± Yuta was stopped by a random instructor who walked up to him.


    ¡°G-Good day to you sir! I¡¯m Yuta, nice to meet you.¡± Yuta was nervous as he spoke.


    ¡°Nice to meet you young Yuta. I¡¯m Rurumu and I¡¯m an adviser here at this gym.¡± The man introduced himself.


    ¡°Really? Then that¡¯s a great help. Rurumu, I saw the advertisement of this gym on the tv so I was eager to see for myself how talented this place is.¡± Yuta spoke.


    ¡°That¡¯s really smart of you, Yuta. Since you¡¯re here now as a newbie, I¡¯ll be your trainer so allow me to lead you all the way to the spot you¡¯ll be using.¡± The man led the way.


    They walked for a while as Rurumu was showing off all their equipment to Yuta who was pleased by their hard work. They walked all over the gymnasium and finally, they got to the spot Yuta will be using on the second floor.


    ¡°Since you¡¯re already kitted up, we should start right away.¡± The instructor instructed.


    ¡°All set.¡± Yuta said.


    ¡°First, you¡¯re to get your body warmed up first before the use of bodyweight.¡± Rurumu explained to Yuta as he instructed him with 20 push ups, 20 squats and 10 sit ups.


    Yuta was prepared for this before coming here as he did all exercises with ease, making the instructor surprised at how the young man was fitted.


    ¡°Bravo! I didn¡¯t expect you to complete all this exercise at ease but since you made up your mind to come here, I guess you were prepared for this.¡± The man said as he observed the young man¡¯s body which made him notice how hard the boy¡¯s been training.


    ¡°Don¡¯t underestimate me.¡± Yuta said.


    ¡°Then, get prepared to get past your limit in these few months you¡¯ll be under me.¡± The man was determined to make the young boy physically fit¡­

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    In the two months, Yuta faced various challenges. The workouts were intense, and at times, he felt overwhelmed. However, Rurumu''s encouragement kept him motivated.


    He taught him that progress takes time and that consistency is key. Yuta learned to push through his limits, gradually increasing his weights and improving his endurance. He also discovered the significance of rest and recovery, which Rurumu stressed as vital for muscle growth and overall health.


    As the weeks went by, Yuta began to notice significant changes in his body. His energy levels soared, and he felt stronger and more agile.


    Rurumu celebrated each milestone with him, whether it was completing an extra set of push-ups or running an additional lap on the treadmill. These small victories fueled Yuta''s will, and he started to embrace the gym as a second home.


    The social aspect of the gym also played a crucial role in Yuta''s journey. He didn¡¯t make friends with other young gym-goers who had similar goals since he got his trust issues destroyed.


    By the end of the 5 months, Yuta had transformed both physically and mentally. He had lost excess weight, gained muscle definition, increased in height and improved his overall fitness level. Rurumu''s guidance had instilled in him the importance of a balanced lifestyle, which included proper nutrition and regular exercise.


    Yuta''s journey to fitness was not just about the physical changes; it was also about building his limit using his sand quirk. He learned how to set goals and work towards achieving them, a skill that would benefit him in all areas of life.


    As he looked in the mirror, he saw not just a fitter version of himself but a more fitted, confident and determined young man ready to take on new challenges.


    Yuta devoted his 5 months to the gym as he made the right choice to build up his muscles and stamina for the challenges that awaited him. His mom was surprised at the change of appearance in her son¡¯s body since she was barely able to recognize him with his shirts off.


    He had gained muscles of a man at his young age through 5 months constant torture. That was his goal since he told Rurumu that¡¯s his plan. Yuta was now desperate to face whatever the old man of Isshin prepared for him.


    ¡®Okay. Guess I¡¯ll reach out to Isshin first thing tomorrow.¡¯ He decided and went up to his bedroom to play video games. He played an online mission game for a while as he forgot to check his time and forgot to take his lunch.


    ¡°Feeling tired.¡± He muttered to himself turning off the gaming console and checked the clock located at the top right corner of his room. ¡°2,3,4,5,6..7¡­.8?¡± He screamed at himself as he realized he gamed for 7 hours straight forgetting his lunch.


    ¡®Hope mom¡¯s not mad at me?¡¯ He wondered as he thought about the reason for covering his ears with the connected headphones while playing the game.


    He took his bath flashily and hurried downstairs seeing his mom sitting on the couch waiting for him after screaming his name for several hours.


    ¡°Yuta, were you asleep all these while?¡± She asked.


    ¡®Damn it. Should I lie and say I was asleep this whole time? What if she heard my voice while I was playing the game?¡¯ He carefully selected his words and admitted the truth. ¡°No mom. I was busy playing video games and totally forgot to check the time.¡± He said honestly.Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.


    ¡°I¡¯ll be taking the game controller from you for a day since you can¡¯t do what¡¯s right.¡± The mom scolded him. ¡°Here¡¯s your dinner. Eat up and go to bed.¡± She ordered.


    ¡°Okay mom.¡± Yuta said as he did before eating his delicious dinner.


    He ate his fill and said his thanks before cleaning the dining table. He looked at the time again seeing it¡¯s quarter past 9 and approached his bedroom to take a rest for tomorrow¡¯s journey.


    ¡­MOM


    ¡®What inspired him to go this far?¡¯ Was the question that bothered her. She watched as her son laid on the bed sleeping like a baby as she reminisced about the olden days he was still a baby. She went over to him and covered his body from the cold while giving a good night perk on his forehead before leaving his room.


    She went back to the living room and watched an entertainment show to enlighten her mood for two hours before her phone rang to her surprise.


    ¡°Hello.¡± She spoke.


    ¡°Can I leave the exporting files to you tomorrow?¡± Her colleague at work said on the other end of the phone.


    ¡°Umm, I won¡¯t be available tomorrow and the next, since I¡¯m taking my son to meet someone.¡± She excused herself.


    ¡°Fuck shit! Then I¡¯ll have to ask Noel to help me with that.¡± Her colleague spoke with a sad tune.


    ¡°I¡¯m so sorry about that since I can¡¯t be of help to you.¡± She pleaded.


    ¡°It¡¯s alright. You don¡¯t have to feel sorry for my lazy ass.¡± Her colleague replied.


    ¡°Alright. Have a lovely night.¡± She wished.


    ¡°Thanks. Goodnight. Her colleague ended the call.


    She looked at the time seeing it was late and switched off the tv. She went to her room as he took off her clothes and filled up the bath with hot water and relaxed on it for a while exiting the bathroom and slept off.


    ¡­[THE NEXT DAY]


    *Sighs*


    Yuta woke up excited for his great adventure today and started his day with his morning routine of doing 50 push ups, 50 squats and 50 sit ups. ¡®This is getting easier everyday, maybe I¡¯ll increase the number.¡¯ He thought as he looked himself in the mirror posing like a superstar.


    He took his bath and got dressed in a red hoodie and black pants. He cross checked himself a second time seeing he wasn¡¯t forgetting anything and made his way downstairs to the living room.


    Yuta switched on the tv and changed the channel to an entertainment station to enjoy himself once more before embarking on his adventure.


    His mom came downstairs and greeted her son.


    ¡°Good morning, Yuta.¡±


    ¡°Good morning, mom.¡± He said as he turned towards his mom seeing she hadn''t dressed up yet.


    He was not sure why she hadn''t gotten ready yet but turned his focus to the tv. His mom entered the kitchen to prepare breakfast as well as lunch for him.


    ¡°Yuta! Here¡¯s your breakfast and lunch, so do well to eat up before I¡¯m back and stack up your lunch in your bag.¡± She said to her son who was glued to the tv and paid no mind to him since she promised herself if he hasn¡¯t done what she told him to then she¡¯ll cancel his adventure for good.


    Yuta watched the show for a while and rushed to the dining table and ate his breakfast and packed his lunch in his bag as he returned back to the couch in the living room.


    She returned back, dressed in a brown suit and makeup well done. She phoned Isshin and told him they were on their way. They both exited the house into the car as she drove down to the train station. After parking her car in a certain place, she and her son boarded the train.


    ¡®What a handsome boy. I Hope I can introduce my daughter to him.¡¯ Was the thought circulating in the train as everybody turned their gaze towards Yuta who was acting like a celebrity.


    He dropped down his hoodie above his head and shaked his hair while licking his lips, turning his gaze to a young married woman who was staring at him, he winked at her which made her heart to skip a little.


    Yuta noticed and kept his cool while his mom just sat there observing her son''s reckless attitude. ¡®His he an angel sent down from heaven?¡¯ Everybody who gazed at Yuta all had the same thought as his mom dragged him and exited the train.


    ¡°What¡¯s with that attitude of yours.¡± His mom asked as she chuckled.


    ¡°Nothing much, mom.¡± He spoke heavenly as he smirked.


    ¡°Whatever.¡± She sounded defeated by the appearance of her son.


    They took a taxi for about 30 minutes and walked for a while. Getting to Isshin¡¯s dojo, Yuta braced himself up to surprise his sensei and the other kids. They knocked and excused themselves inside the dojo seeing Isshin on the other end making a phone call.


    ¡°Osu!¡± Yuta greeted his teacher as Isshin stared dumbfoundedly at him.


    ¡°Who is this young man?¡± Isshin directed his gaze to his old friend of his.


    ¡°Hm? That¡¯s Yuta.¡± She said, letting out a sigh.


    ¡°Eh?¡± The whole dojo exclaimed in surprise, including Isshin seeing his student whose appearance changed so much in 4 years as he imagined what kind of training he had undergone¡­

 Chapter 19 - Ruthless Sensei

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    ¡°Is that truly you, Yuta?¡± One of the kids in the dojo asked.


    ¡°You like what you see, right?¡± Yuta was feeling almighty but still with that built up body, some kids at the dojo are still superior to him in all aspects.


    ¡°So, what kind of training did you partake in?¡± Isshin asked.


    ¡°Nothing much sensei. I just kept doing the regular things you taught me and had to visit the gym few months ago to help build my muscles and stamina.¡± Yuta spoke diligently to his first martial art sensei.


    ¡°That explains it then. Rika!¡± Isshin shouted.


    ¡°Yes.¡± She replied.


    ¡°Come on out. You¡¯ll be dueling against Yuta over here and remember to stay focused while exercising what you¡¯ve learnt so far.¡± Isshin instructed as the girl stepped forward.


    ¡°Don¡¯t think you can win, so give it your all¡­.weakling.¡± Yuta taunted but the girl remained calm, keeping her focus locked on any flashy attack from the boy.


    ¡®Don¡¯t think I¡¯ll go easy on you because you¡¯re a girl. I¡¯ve experienced how it felt losing to a girl I once underestimated.¡¯  He thought as he crouched down and took his combat stance Isshin taught him. The other kids watched Yuta very closely to see how he had improved after leaving the dojo while others cheered for Rika.


    Yuta broke out from his stance and inhaled some fresh air into his lungs and released it. Everyone was curious about what he wanted to do while breaking out from his battle stance, but immediately he felt Rika¡¯s lack of focus for a moment, he forced all his strength into both legs and quickly leap behind Rika and landed a heavy chop on her neck making her instantly unconscious.


    ¡®Did I just move at a great speed?¡¯ He wasn¡¯t sure of what he did but immediately raised his right hand up indicating him the winner.


    All the kids were shocked seeing Rika, the new member of the dojo who joined just after Yuta left and climbed up the ladder to the top 10 strongest martial art students easily beaten by Yuta.


    Some kids wondered what he just did to Rika since he moved at a speed that the kids couldn¡¯t follow but Isshin was the only person in the dojo that saw what he just pulled.


    He inhaled deeply and directed all of his energy towards his legs, which allowed him to move at a respectable pace that Rika could not keep up with.¡¯ Isshin analyzed what he just saw and walked up to Yuta.


    ¡°I see you haven¡¯t been slacking off from your training and also you did a good job knocking Rika unconscious.¡± Isshin praised him and walked to the unconscious Rika carrying her on his shoulder to lay her down at the right corner of the dojo.


    ¡°So cool, Yuta.¡± They exclaimed and applauded him for his win.


    ¡°So, what¡¯s with that move of yours?¡± A kid with brown tails asked him.


    ¡°I just felt like I needed to show off a little, so I just imagined what I just did in my mind and exhibited it and shockingly, it worked.¡± Yuta stated truthfully.Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more.


    ¡°Ehhh, that¡¯s great but with that, you still can¡¯t beat me in the ways of martial arts.¡± The strongest kid in the dojo taunted Yuta as they burst into laughter.


    ¡°Should we get right into business?¡± Yuta smirked as his gaze locked in with his mother¡¯s gaze telling him to stop with the attitude.


    He quickly noticed what his mom was saying through her eyes and decided to be on his best behavior. Isshin came over to Yuta¡¯s mom and chatted for some while.


    ¡°Yuta! Can you please come over here.¡± The mom said.


    Yuta respectively stood up and walked towards where his mom and Isshin were.


    ¡°Yuta, so what¡¯s your plan behind this?¡± The mom said.


    ¡°Plan? I¡¯ve got no plan behind this. I just want to take my martial art to the next level so I can be a real fighter.¡± He spoke.


    ¡°And what¡¯s the meaning of this being a real fighter? Didn¡¯t I just see you take down a fellow student with one shot?¡± The mother was confused.


    ¡°Mom, please understand me. This is the reason I¡¯ve been training all this while and I promise you after this training, I won¡¯t cause you any more trouble.¡± His eyes became that of a puppy as he pleaded for his mom to approve his trip with Isshin.


    ¡°And if you don¡¯t keep your promise, you will be grounded for two weeks without a smartphone, video games or tv.¡± She promised him.


    ¡°Sure, mom.¡± He smiled and hugged her out of the blue. Isshin just stood there watching as he let out a cough turning their attention towards him.


    ¡°Maam, I¡¯ll take responsibility if anything bad should happen to your son. I agreed to send him to my old man who I learnt martial arts from, because I found a lot of potential in him and I know he will rise to the top.¡± Isshin became serious.


    ¡°Alright, my friend. I hope to see the greatness and benefit of this inside Yuta.¡± The mom said while still blaming herself to allow her son to go on a year training adventure.


    ¡°I promise you he will be fine since he will be under the care of my sensei.¡± Isshin made sure to reassure the woman of the safety of her son.


    ¡°Okay then. Yuta! I pray for your safety in your one year adventure and always call me if anything bad or suspicious happens.¡± The mother said.


    ¡°Sure mom, I promise to keep in touch with you and continue to stay safe. Love you, mom.¡± Yuta hugged her once again for another minute before letting go.


    ¡°Love you too, son.¡± She bid her son farewell with a kiss on the forehead before shaking hands with Isshin and made her exit out of the dojo.


    ¡°Are you prepared for this?¡± Isshin made sure to confirm again.


    ¡°Sure.¡± He carried his belongings and exited the dojo with Isshin. They both made their way to the train station and Isshin bought tickets for two as they boarded the train.


    Shortly after they got inside, the train began to move, and Yuta pulled out his headphones and plugged them into his smartphone to listen to a Japanese song by his favorite artist.


    He closed his eyes and slept off as Isshin took a look at the young boy who possessed a lot of potential to even surpass him one day. The train rode for a few hours before Isshin and his student came down and exited the train. ¡®It brings back so many memories coming back here after all these years.¡¯ Isshin thought as he led the way.


    ¡°I guess I¡¯ll have to buy my old man¡¯s favorite drink as a gift.¡±  He muttered to himself.


    ¡°Did you say something just now, sensei?¡± Yuta heard a little whisper.


    ¡°Nope.¡± Isshin lied as they stood along the road waiting for a taxi. As both of them kept waiting, Isshin told Yuta all about the man he was to meet and despite his old age, he could still triumph over Isshin when it comes to martial arts.


    ¡°I guess you¡¯re saying never put my guard down to ensure the safety of my life?¡± Yuta asked.


    ¡°Yes, absolutely. He¡¯s old but never underestimate him since he had also trained someone who is now a pro hero.¡± Isshin warned him.


    ¡°A pro hero? That''s nice. Does he have a dojo still running currently?¡± Yuta asked.


    ¡°Maybe, maybe not.¡± Was all Isshin said.


    A taxi drove by as they stopped and paid the driver, giving him the location of their destination. The driver turned on the music and drove for two hours getting to their designated place.


    ¡°You should probably keep your guard up and eyes open because you might get attacked instantly and if he doesn''t see any potential in you, then I¡¯m sure he will send both of us back.¡± Isshin warned Yuta again.


    ¡°You don¡¯t have to tell me since my instinct has been giving a warning signal to me.¡± Yuta stated.


    They both walked together as the day began to get darker and finally, they arrived at the location of Isshin¡¯s great master. Isshin gulped as he walked forward and knocked on the door but didn¡¯t get no response. He was about to knock again as he flew from his spot down to the floor.


    ¡®What just happened?¡¯ Yuta saw how Isshin was sent flying but didn¡¯t see the culprit.


    ¡°Long time no see, stubborn brat.¡± The old man said as he massaged his white beards standing on the rooftop looking down at his visitors.


    ¡®How can an old man move so fast.¡¯ Yuta was confused but kept his guard to the maximum.


    ¡°And is that how you welcome your student you haven¡¯t seen in a while, old man?¡± Isshin fired back, dropping his luggage ready to take action.


    ¡°This is about to get interesting¡­.¡± Yuta smiled in excitement...

 Chapter 20 - One year training begins

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    ¡°I can see you want me to teach you some proper manners.¡± The old man said as he took his combat stance.


    ¡°Then I¡¯ll have to see you try.¡± Isshin was ready to battle with his once ruthless sensei of his. Yuta stood there eyes wide as he witnessed his sensei in real combat between the old man who will be training him for a year starting today.


    The both of them moved at a constant speed which Yuta couldn''t follow at first but as he focused his gaze on the fight he began to see their movement such as to read it. Isshin and his sensei exchanged blows for a while as they both leaped backwards.


    ¡°So is this the boy you told me about?¡± The old man said.


    ¡°Yes, that''s him. But I¡¯ll say he will be able to surpass you as well as me in a short amount of time since he learns way faster than I did.¡± Isshin explained as he leaped behind his sensei to knock him out but the old man quickly reacted and dodged to the right, leaving Isshin wide open for him to strike.


    ¡®Figure that out.¡¯ Isshin thought as his eyes followed his master''s movement, making him parry the attack thrown at him.


    ¡°Let¡¯s see if the boy has some backbone.¡± The old man whispered into Isshin ears as he leap behind Yuta in a great speed who was standing on his own watching the fight but to the old man awareness, Yuta had been told  by Isshin that a surprise attack will be thrown at him so he should come up with a way for a counterattack.


    ¡®Thought so.¡¯ Was Yuta¡¯s thought as he quickly figured the old man was behind him and Isshin was far away to help as he smirked and said, ¡°Don¡¯t underestimate me old man.¡± Yuta surprised the old man as another Yuta emerged from the sand, landing a blow behind the old man who was caught off guard by the sudden counterattack.


    ¡°You little brat!¡± The old man exclaimed as he stood back to his feet. ¡°It seems I underestimated you, brat. I hope you¡¯re prepared for the consequences of striking an elder.¡± The old man spoke as he took the situation seriously to see the kid¡¯s potential if he is worth training or not.


    ¡°Didn¡¯t expect him to use his quirk for a counter attack, but that¡¯s amazing.¡± Isshin muttered to himself as he ran back to Yuta¡¯s side.


    ¡°So it¡¯s two versus one, huh? Bring in on boys.¡± The old man was enjoying himself since he hadn''t battled for so long to his satisfaction.


    ¡°Yuta, you have to be careful because the old man is now fiercer than he was a minute ago. And also try not to use your quirk but set your fist ablaze.¡± Isshin instructed his beloved student.


    ¡°Osu!¡± Yuta obeyed, crouching down and took his battle stance. ¡®Mei.¡¯The name of his friend flashed through his mind as his aura became cold.


    ¡°1..2..Go.¡± The old man gave the signal for the fight to begin as he charged towards Yuta and delivered a finishing blow to his abdomen but Yuta''s hands quickly reflexed and blocked the hit from the old man sending him flying backwards crashing into the ground. This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it


    ¡°Yuta!¡± Isshin exclaimed, turning to see if his student was okay when he felt the cold aura emitting from the old man.


    ¡°When were you so brave, turning your back to your enemy?¡± The old man warned Isshin, not letting go of his chance to strike a blow as he did and Isshin flew crashing down to the ground just like his student did.


    ¡°That hurts, old man.¡± Isshin coughed looking at his hands wondering how strong that blow was if it were to hit him directly.


    ¡°Yuta! I won¡¯t be able to watch your back so get up and fight.¡± Isshin warned him the last time, turning his gaze to the old man who stood in his position waiting for his next challenger.


    ¡°ARGHHHHH.¡± Yuta yelled as he stood back on his feet and dashed towards the old man. The old man watched him dashed at him but decided not to underestimate him so as to not destroy the young boy¡¯s reputation.


    Yuta engaged with the old man and delivered the first blow which the old man parried with his right leg.


    ¡°More of that, stupid brat.¡± The old man was enjoying the fight since it might be the last time he experienced this feeling before his death. The elderly man chose to attack as well, forcing Yuta to defend himself fiercely, but he was still too far away to cause the elderly man to sweat.


    The old man struck his left fist on the cheek of Yuta making his nose bleed but he continued to defend harder which made his fatigue rise so much as he felt down to his knees breathing heavily.


    ¡°Goodwork brat, you¡¯ve done well to keep me entertained.¡± The old man praised his effort despite the fact the boy was still growing. The old man gave him a roundhouse kick to the face, making Yuta unconscious.


    ¡°Now, it''s one versus one.¡± The old man turning his gaze to Isshin gave him goosebumps and with that, Isshin decided to not hold back anymore to his sensei who was once his martial art teacher when he was little.


    ¡°Don¡¯t disappoint me stupid student of mine.¡± The old man removed his shirt as Isshin did so also. They charged at each other with the urge to spill out one¡¯s blood as Isshin struck his elbow to the mouth of the old man making him bleed a little from the mouth.


    The old man was hit by Isshin''s strikes, but he parried them all and chose to finish the fight quickly because he believed his body was nearly at its breaking point.


    ¡®I refused to lose to you, great pupil of mine.¡¯ The old man could see how talented his student was after many years of departure and with that thought, Isshin struck a decisive finishing blow to the face of the old man as he crouch down dodging the blow, leaving Isshin wide open as he struck his own decisive blow to the abdomen of his student and made him spat blood all over his body.


    ¡°Didn¡¯t think I¡¯ll  lose to you, old man. How pathetic am I?¡± Isshin managed to speak out as his body collapsed on the floor.


    ¡°You lost to me because you didn¡¯t think you''d lose like this.¡± The old man praised his student as he fell down to the floor unconscious.


    ¡°What a lousy man you are. Who would¡¯ve thought you were this close to your limit.¡± Isshin watched as his old man collapsed on the floor and decided to stay in his position for a little longer.


    ¡°Where am I?¡± Yuta woke up inside the house. Looking around, he saw the old man placing both hands on his chest.


    ¡°You probably shouldn¡¯t move right now.¡± The old man said as he was focused on healing Yuta¡¯s wound and moved over to Isshin and did the same.


    ¡°Old man.¡± Yuta said, feeling his body back to normal.


    ¡°You can thank me later.¡±  The old man said.


    ¡°Is that your quirk?¡± Yuta asked.


    ¡°Yes. My quirk is a healing type which is not made for combat.¡± The old man remarked.


    ¡°It doesn''t matter if your quirk is meant for combat or not. You just healed me and that¡¯s proof.¡± Yuta was amazed seeing the old man¡¯s quirk. ¡®Then, I can train as much as I can and have the old man heal me.¡¯ Yuta found another reason to push himself past his limit.


    ¡°You guys seemed to get along.¡± Isshin interrupted them.


    ¡°Were you awake the whole time?¡± Yuta was surprised.


    ¡°No, but at a moment, I eavesdropped on your conversation.¡± Isshin said as he removed the blanket above his legs.


    ¡°Isshin, I promise to train this young student of yours within a year.¡± The old man admitted.


    ¡°Thank you, sensei.¡± Isshin was prepared to travel back home as soon as possible.


    ¡°Thank you Isshin. Thank you, old man. I promise to train with you for the time I¡¯ll be under your care and also, Isshin, I''m glad you agreed to my selfish request.¡± Yuta thanked the both of them for what they did as his new training adventure begins.


    ¡°Stay safe and make sure you check on your mom.¡± Isshin wished Yuta success on his training and waved as he exited the house.


    ¡°Go take a rest right now, brat. First thing tomorrow morning, your training begins.¡± The old man said as he went over to his bedroom to rest..

 Chapter 21 - It Begins

    ¡°Good morning, old man.¡± Yuta greeted the old man, eager to experience how his training will turn out.


    ¡°Follow me.¡± The old man finished sipping his coffee and led Yuta to the nearby forest where his training will be held all through.


    Yuta training began in the woods as he began dashing forward to the destination he had been told to. Yuta was told to take his stance which he did and began to strike the air with both fits rapidly.


    ¡°Stay low.¡± The old man corrected him to make sure he perfected whatever the boy would learn from him within the one year and in the future. Yuta had remained motionless for an hour, dripping profusely with sweat.


    The first few weeks were grueling. Yuta got up before the sun came up, and while he warmed up and stretched, the cold morning air bit his skin.


    The old man, stern yet encouraging, guided him through the fundamentals of martial arts. They practiced stances, strikes, and footwork, all while surrounded by the sounds of nature.


    The initial excitement soon faded as fatigue set in. Yuta muscles ached, and he often found himself questioning his decision. There were days when he felt like giving up, especially after a particularly harsh training session where he fell and scraped his knees.


    But each time he faltered, everytime the old man reminded him of the importance of perseverance. ¡°Every great warrior has faced challenges,¡± He would say, ¡°and it¡¯s how they respond that defines them.¡±


    As the months passed, Yuta began to see progress. He became faster, stronger, and more agile. He learned to harness his breath, channeling his energy into powerful strikes.


    The forest became his sanctuary, a place where he could escape the pressures of the outside world. He found solace in the rustling leaves and the chirping birds, and with each passing day, he felt more connected to his surroundings.


    However, training was not without its setbacks. There were moments of frustration when he struggled to master a new technique or when he faced a sparring sessions with the old man.


    After one such encounter, where he was knocked to the ground, he felt a wave of defeat wash over him. He sat alone, tears stinging his eyes, feeling like he would never be good enough.


    ¡°Think of me as your enemy and strike harder.¡± The old man encouraged him.


    ¡®Villains.¡¯ Was the first thought that ran through his mind as he striked a heavy punch to the palm of the old man who countered his punch and brushed him off the ground.


    ¡°Pathetic, weakness, that¡¯s all I can say for your action. You attack and leave yourself open for your opponent to strike. When attacking, always make sure you never leave yourself wide open. Attack and also stay on defense.


    ¡°Roger that, sensei.¡±


    Yuta repeated the same process again and again, maintaining his stance, he began to strike the air with his all as the old man watched him. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.


    ¡°Now sprint downwards and run back up here at full speed.¡± The old man watched as Yuta moved at first, but on his way coming upwards he tripped and fell as he rolled downwards from where he began.


    Yuta wanted to yell but he forced himself not to, he stood up and saw his knees bleeding but paid no mind to it and started sprinting upwards the woods to where the old man was.


    He managed to sprint upwards after a lot of trials and finally move to the next training.


    ¡°Don¡¯t keep me waiting, boy.¡± The old man brought a small ball while Yuta just stared at him dumbfounded thinking of what kind of training the old man got up his sleeves.


    ¡°I¡¯ll explain this quickly. You have to do whatever you can to take this ball away from me and remember no use of quirk for now.¡± The old man said.


    ¡°Roger.¡± ¡®Is this old man messing with me? I mean it¡¯s just a ball I have to steal.¡¯ He was confident in himself at first but later on, he could see the old man¡¯s not playing a game here.


    ¡°Is that all you got after a few months of training?¡± The old man taunted, seeing Yuta charged at him, he changed the direction of the ball from his legs to his head. Yuta was terrified seeing all his moves being easily read and pushed himself harder.


    Yuta leaped up and delivered a kick as it was easily dodge by the old man, Yuta gave the man no free time as he delivered a punch and kick but to his surprise, the old haven''t moved an inch from the place he was as he just danced around moving the ball from his head to his legs.


    ¡°Stay focused and try to read the ball¡¯s movement.¡± The old man instructed but still didn¡¯t give Yuta a chance to steal the ball after several hours.


    ¡°It¡¯s late, go take a rest and prepare for tomorrow¡¯s training.¡± The old man excused himself and went inside the house.


    ¡°I¡¯ll train some more.¡± Yuta muttered to himself as he began to throw punches after punches into the air. He saw the day was getting darker and darker but instead, he pushed himself harder. Sprinting down the woods at night while tripping over some roots and got himself messed up vividly.


    ¡®How can I read the movements of my opponents? How do I invade blind attacks?¡¯ He sat on the floor covered in bruises thinking of how he can predict the moves of the old man.


    Getting back to his feet he took some air to fill his lungs and let it out. ¡°Time to get started.¡± He dashed in the woods barely able to see well since the day had gotten darker which he chose the best time for him to learn. He crashed himself into one of the dried trees in the forest as he grunt painfully.


    ¡®If I can dodge these trees running at full speed, then I can at least dodge some of sensei''s attacks.¡¯ He analyzes the situation he¡¯s in which was nowhere near as easy as he thought. He made up his mind to give it a try before going back to have his dinner and then reach out to his mom.


    He charged blindingly towards the dried trees while relying on his instincts to evade the trees on his path.


    He managed to evade the first by jumping to his left as he smiled but unknowingly as he jumped to his left by dodging the first tree, before he could move his right leg he crashed into another big tree making him fall down, rolling all the way from the top of the forest down to the ground.


    ¡®I guess I''ll call it a day and rest.¡¯ He manages to get himself up and begins to find his way back to the old man¡¯s house. He got to the doorstep and entered the house, turning his gaze all over the living room and couldn''t see the old man. ¡®Guess he¡¯s asleep right now.¡¯


    Grunting from all the pain from his wounds, he made his way to the restroom and washed his body.


    ¡°I think I should probably reach out to mom before going to bed.¡± He muttered while searching for his mom¡¯s number in his contact list. ¡®Found it.¡¯ He called the number at first but his mom didn¡¯t accept the call. ¡®Guess she¡¯s asleep or on a night duty at work.¡¯ He dropped his phone at the table and ate his dinner when his phone rang in a minute''s time seeing the caller was his mom.


    ¡°Hey mom.¡± Yuta greeted.


    ¡°What¡¯s up, Yuta.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m doing¡­.great and you?¡±


    ¡°Um? You alright?


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°So how are you flowing with your new teacher?¡±


    ¡°Nice¡­he¡¯s great at training me and also pointing out my errors. Sometimes he¡¯s way stricter than Isshin sensei and also the first day we got here, Isshin and the old man dueled against each other and Isshin lost to him.¡±


    ¡°Really!? Then he¡¯s way more stronger than he looks.¡±


    ¡°Yes mom. I¡¯m glad I came here to sharpen my fighting skills.¡±


    ¡°Then that¡¯s alright if that¡¯s what you want since I wasn''t able to stop you.¡±


    ¡°Thanks mom! And have a wonderful night.¡±


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    ¡°Goodnight to you too, son. I love you.¡±


    Yuta hung up the call soon after his mom said ¡®I love you¡¯ and went to his bedroom meditating about his fight with the old man all through the day and realized his mistakes which he promised to change at tomorrow¡¯s training.


    Yuta just gazed at the ceiling fan in his bed thinking of any good possibilities he could use to counter any attack from the old man and fell asleep without realizing when he did.

 Chapter 22 - Strategist

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    The following morning, Yuta awoke to the sounds of birds chirping in the forest and got out of bed, his hair in a mess.


    ¡®What a disturbance.¡¯ Yuta wished if he could kill all the birds at this moment since they didn¡¯t allow him to rest quietly. ¡°I still gotta say my thanks to those motherrfuckers called birds.¡± He muttered to himself and thanked the birds for waking him up early since he¡¯s got a lot of training to do today.


    Yuta''s injuries hurt, while he stood up from the bed. Despite the fact his wounds caused him to grunt terribly, he didn''t use that as an excuse to skip today''s exercise. His body ached all over, so he went to his bathroom and washed up.


    Yuta dressed in his training suit and stood in front of the mirror, gazing at himself with his red dazzling eyes and sharp long canine.


    Without performing any exercises like push-ups or sit-ups, he left his room and proceeded to the dining table, where his breakfast was nicely placed on his plate.


    ¡®This old man never fail my taste.¡¯ He enjoyed his breakfast and was amazed how truly magnificent the old man¡¯s cooking was. He made his way back to the woods for today¡¯s training.


    He saw it as another warm-up to help his body loosen up, so jogging all the way to the top of the trees was not an issue for him. When he arrived at the top of the trees, he noticed the old man seated on the floor, meditating with his legs crossed..


    ¡°Hmm, you¡¯re late, brat. Run a lap down the woods and sprint back here.¡± The old man ordered.


    Yuta wasted no time as he began sprinting down the woods dodging some obstacles he saw on his way. ¡®That''s new.¡¯ As he reached the ground, he thought and began to run fast uphill.


    ¡°You¡¯ve become faster.¡± The old man noticed the change in his young student. ¡°But what can you do in a fight with that speed of yours if you can read your opponent''s moves while your defense is poor? That¡¯s why you need to strategize and analyze your movement.¡± The old man told his young student what he lacked after months of training him.


    ¡°Since you¡¯ve learnt a little about martial arts, then we should move onto perfecting your quirk.¡± The old man noticed Yuta was eager to train using his quirk for a while.


    Taking a deep breath, Yuta focused inside himself, feeling his veins pulsing with strength as he covered his right hand with sand armament and ran swiftly in the direction of a neighbouring tree, hitting it with his coated fist, sending it flying backwards.


    ¡®Not enough.¡¯ With long, hardened sand claws strapped to his hands, he now clad both arms in sand armament and squatted low, keeping his eyes fixed on the other tree he was going to attack. He leaped behind the tree he considered to be a villain and used his right claws to cut the dried tree in half.You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.


    ¡°Not bad fusing your quirk with martial arts. You¡¯ll have to learn how to fight with your quirk from now on.¡± The old man told him seeing the action he just displayed a minute ago.


    Yuta started off with offense since the old man told him so. He remembered how he used to train alone a long time ago, creating small projectiles and firing them. He came up with the idea of creating sand balls as he fired them towards the old man who destroyed all of it like it was nothing.


    ¡°Try creating and solidifying smaller objects like a bullet shape.¡± The old man instructed and watched as Yuta formed the objects accordingly like a bullet shape. ¡°Now try solidifying each and every one of them and fire them towards the tree.¡± He stated.


    Since he had practiced doing that years ago, Yuta found it easy, but the outcome was subpar and he lacked the strength to make it as strong as solid. Unlike a few years earlier, he was now strong and was able to solidify each bullet, which left a hole in the tree when he shot them..


    ¡°Nice.¡± He muttered silently to himself seeing the result he got after years of practicing solo.


    ¡°Smaller objects are easier for you to solidify unlike the big ones you did earlier. So I¡¯ll have you focus more on smaller objects then you move to the bigger ones when you¡¯re able to fire that at will.¡± The old man stated. ¡®That¡¯s fast for the eye to catch up and what he just displayed was enough to kill an ordinary person.¡¯ The old man figured that out in an instant.


    Yuta pulled both hands forward as he continued to form and fire a bullet shaped sand which he did continuously as he started to build up fatigue.


    ¡°That¡¯s it, keep it up.¡± The old man encouraged Yuta who was able to fire the objects continuously as he started to breathe heavily as his muscles began to sour. ¡°Don¡¯t stop until I say so, brat.¡± The old man exclaimed, which got Yuta to go past his limit.


    Yuta began to have trouble keeping it on repeat since he thought his heart would burst at any second. He pushed himself more and farther until, as soon as he produced it, the sand objects began to flare up one after the other..


    ¡®I can do this!¡¯ He motivated himself as he kept firing the sand bullets which began to flare up before hitting the tree as the old man stood and watched without stopping the young boy.


    Yuta eventually collapsed to his knees as his body started to sweat profusely and abruptly passed out.


    The old man witnessed Yuta fall to the ground and lay there for thirty minutes. He lifted himself up as soon as he opened his eyes and spotted the old man seated next to him.


    ¡°Say, sensei. Do I look pathetic?¡± He asked.


    ¡°Yes you do. You¡¯ll stop being pathetic until you get it right.¡± The old man gave Yuta a bottle of water to help keep his body dehydrated before the next round commenced.


    Before wrapping up for the day, Yuta drank the bottle of water, and rested for a while before standing, prepared to work on the next component..


    Since that was the agreement they made when Isshin brought him over, Yuta was hardly able to stand this time, but he made sure not to show any signs of weakness to his sensei, who wanted him to give it his best.


    After being instructed to improve his offence, which he had done in the first round, Yuta complied and went on. He was instructed to make large objects this time, and he began firing them, though they weren''t as powerful or quick as the first time.


    He continued with the second round but this time, the old was on offense and Yuta was to strike him as he moved so fast, unable for Yuta to aim.


    The old man circled Yuta as he moved at top speed which was hard for Yuta to aim since he was tired and weak, unable to keep up with the speed the old man displayed, he decided to keep going as he fired each sand ball to every location around him but still weren¡¯t able to hit the old man.


    ¡°You¡¯ve tried your best keeping up with me in that condition of yours.¡± The old man said as he stopped and walked towards Yuta who was unable to even raise his voice as well as to move an inch anymore.


    ¡°I-I can still keep up.¡± Yuta forced the words out his mouth but the old man ignored him since he didn¡¯t want to ruin the boy¡¯s body.


    ¡°Go take a rest for now and tomorrow will be a day off for you. Take that as your reward for going past your limit twice for the day.¡± The old man turned to go, but Yuta disregarded him and used all of his remaining strength to make a ball of sand, which he then threw at the old man. He immediately moved aside, and dashed speedingly behind Yuta, striking him hard as he passed out.


    ¡°What kind of stubborn brat did I take in again?¡± The old saw Yuta fall as he carried him behind his back and made his way from the woods to his home. As he carried Yuta back to his room to rest, he washed the filth and sweat from his body and lay him on the bed¡­

 Chapter 23 - Hope

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    Yuta woke up during noon time the next day from the exhaustion of his previous training.


    He recalls how the elderly man trained him with his quirk.


    He stood from the bed and washed his body firstly and went to the living room to get his lunch. Yuta ate his fill and turned on the tv to see what¡¯s happening. He saw the news broadcasting how the heroes were successfully taking villains into custody. ¡°Cut the crap.¡± He muttered as he turned off the tv.


    Yuta went back to his room as he laid down to rest his muscles since they¡¯re still sour from his recent training.


    ¡­[Next day]


    Yuta woke up energized and motivated to start his day for another training session. Yuta did his morning routine and climbed up the woods to his training ground.


    ¡°You¡¯ll be focusing on defense and I will be on offense, so give it your all.¡± The old man instructed Yuta who was prepared to go all out on defense. The old man jumped backwards to keep his distance the same as Yuta.


    The old man charged as Yuta pulled up a sand wall blocking the attack of the old man as the sand wall shattered since it wasn¡¯t strong enough. The old man attacked simultaneously without sparing Yuta a moment to think of his next attack.


    Yuta fired a bullet shaped sand towards the old man at decent speed as the old man barely dodged since he didn¡¯t expect Yuta to do that. ¡®Great, now I can think of something fast in a minute before the next attack.¡¯ He managed to get the old man on defense for a few seconds, buying him time for him to come up with a plan.


    ¡°Sand prison!!¡±


    Yuta yelled as the old man looked at him impassively, he was interested in what his pupil had ready to defeat him. Sand emerged from the ground, locking the old man''s limbs firmly planted to the ground. Yuta covered his hands with sand armament, dashed behind the old man, and dealt a powerful strike to his back.


    ¡°ARGHH.¡±


    His sensei yelled as the blow dealt a heavy damage on his back as he fell down to the floor. After eight months of instruction, he visualizes exactly how his student came up with a successful strategy to attack him.


    ¡°Nicely done, kid.¡± He praised his student''s passion for that effort as he raised himself from the floor preparing for a flashy attack which he thought would get Yuta off guard.


    Yuta was a few seconds ahead of him in the current situation as he created a clone which was  perfect unlike 4 years ago and the sand clone charged towards the old man as it flared up blinding the sight of the man and Yuta charged towards him and slammed his coated fist into the stomach which caused the old man to spurt out blood from his mouth.


    ¡®That¡¯s it, Yuta.¡¯ He encourages himself, seeing the hope he has to counter his master¡¯s attack finally starts to work.You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    ¡°Now you¡¯ve done it again, brat.¡±  The old man cleaned the blood from his mouth and looked at Yuta, who smirked at him as he saw the old man on the ground underneath him.


    ¡°I guess you should learn from me since your defense is so poor.¡± Yuta smirked as he taunted the old man who stood up laughing like a mad man. ¡°What¡¯s so funny, old man?¡± Yuta braced himself expecting a surprise attack from the old man but yet there wasn¡¯t.


    The old man took his combat stance keeping his composure while Yuta watched the old man like a lost rat looking for his mummy. Yuta covered his inner body under his training gears with sand armor to reduce any damage from the attack that¡¯s about to come.


    With his own stance, he locked eyes with the old man. Taking a deep breath, the old man lunged forward at full speed, making it impossible for Yuta to follow him. He struck Yuta''s chest with such force that Yuta flew from the top of the woods down to the bottom.


    Due to the massive blow that deflated his armour beneath his clothing, Yuta coughed up a lot of blood. He was able to get his feet up and run at a decent pace to the top of the woodlands.


    The old man''s eyes widened in shock, not believing his student could have endured such a powerful strike, but he might have suffered numerous fractures from the hit if it weren''t for the armour he clad in.


    ¡°What¡¯s the meaning of this?¡± The old man couldn¡¯t believe his eyes.


    ¡°Did you think I wasn''t prepared for this kind of attack? I immediately covered my body with sand armour, something I learnt how to do when I was younger, knowing that you would be launching a powerful assault from your posture..¡± Yuta explained, dusting off the dirt from his clothes.


    ¡°If you don¡¯t take risks, you can¡¯t create a future. I was curious if you could pull a surprise on me but yet, you did something above my expectations.¡± The old man was now able to see how fast the boy grew.


    ¡°I told you earlier. Don¡¯t underestimate me.¡± When he stated those remarks, Yuta emitted a frigid aura since he despised those traits the most when someone looked down on him as well.


    ¡°Oh, scary.¡± The old man chuckled at what he had said, launched another assault, and was taken aback when Yuta shifted from defence to offense.


    Yuta grinned as the old man''s fists met with his. ¡®He''s up to something¡¯, the old man realised when sandy spikes sprung from Yuta''s hand and struck him, causing his blood to spill all over the ground.


    ¡°Sneaky brat.¡± The old man growled and launched another assault, hitting Yuta, who was still in awe of his strategy, and knocking him to the ground.


    ¡°That hurts, old man.¡± Yuta spoke as he rolled in pain.


    ¡°Young one, you''ve done a great job exceeding my expectations. You clung to hope and tried your hardest to not just hit me once but also to counter me in a lot of ways I didn''t think you were capable of.¡± The old man was satisfied by the action and the will his young student poured out into striking him.


    ¡°As long as I live, there are infinite chances to beat you!¡± Yuta laughed as he made his statement to his sensei which made him burst into laughter as well.


    ¡°You''ve made me proud, so allow this old man to treat you to your favorite dinner tonight.¡± The old man carried Yuta as they began walking down the woods to the house.


    They got home late in the evening after many hours of training as Yuta crawled back to his bedroom to have his bath.


    He cleaned up his body and lazily fell down to the bed smiling as he remembered how he countered his sensei and delivered his own blow. He made sure to update Isshin on his success today, but he chose to give him a call after eating lunch while obtaining his strength restored.


    ¡°Yuta!¡± The old man yelled his name as he staggered to the living room where his sensei was. ¡°So what would you love to eat for dinner?¡± The old man asked, keeping his promise to his student who did so well at the training today.


    ¡°I¡¯ll have ramen.¡± He was excited to eat his favorite ramen which he enjoyed when his mom made it.


    ¡°Okay, give me some minutes.¡± The old man told Yuta as he made his way to the kitchen and began cooking.


    The old man dished the ramen and served Yuta who was amazed by his cooking skills and said a quick ¡®Itadakimastsu¡¯ and began eating.


    Yuta finished eating his dinner and made his way back to his bedroom and laid his back on the wall sitting on top of his bed. When he dialled Isshin''s number, it instantly connected to him.


    ¡°Hello.¡± Yuta greeted.


    ¡°If it isn¡¯t my beloved student. How are you doing lately?¡± Isshin asked.


    ¡°I¡¯m doing great, my training with the old man has been progressing all over the months and behold, I landed a blow against him today and countered several of his surprise attacks.¡± Yuta started explaining every detail of the fight to Isshin.


    ¡°Hahahah. I wished I could have seen the look on his face when you countered his attack.¡± Isshin laughed at his old man as he heard what Yuta told him.


    ¡°So how are the kids in the dojo?¡±


    ¡°They¡¯re probably doing well and some asked about you also.¡±


    ¡°Eh¡­I¡¯m glad to hear that. Anyways, I¡¯ll talk to you later.¡±


    ¡°Sure.¡±


    Yuta disconnected the call from the other end and laid on his bed to rest for his trip back home¡­

 Chapter 24 - Preparation

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    It was another blossoming day full of wonderful experience for the young child who spent the entire day and night snoring loudly from fatigue while lying on his bed. Yuta was horrified by his own bodily fluids whenp he woke up to see himself drooling all over the bed.


    He did his usual morning routine and brushed his mouth before going to the living room seeing the old man drinking his morning black coffee. He waved at him and located a couch close to him, picking up the remote controller. He turned on the TV to the news station and watched for a while but nothing piqued his interest.


    ¡°Old man, I heard a student of yours who learnt martial arts is now a pro hero. Is that true?¡± Yuta was curious but he got no reply as the old man continued sipping his coffee. The old man let out a sigh and turned his gaze to Yuta who was staring back at him with a smile on his face.


    ¡°Don¡¯t you know it¡¯s wrong for a kid to interrupt an old man sipping his coffee in peace?¡± The old man tried to change the topic but Yuta still insisted on hearing if it¡¯s true or false.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry. So can you tell me the name of the hero you trained?¡± Yuta was curious to know what kind of person he is and what type of quirk he or she possessed.


    ¡°His name is Gunhead. I trained him when he was a kid just like you but after he left, he went and pursued his dream which was to be a hero and he did. He became a pro hero and I haven¡¯t heard from him since he became a hero.¡± The old man recalled the olden days when he trained a young boy who was determined to become a pro hero.


    ¡®A scum he truly is if he won¡¯t check up on his sensei¡­I¡¯m gonna run a quick check on him on the net and if I see he¡¯s one of those fake heroes ...then I¡¯ll illuminate him for sure.¡¯ ¡°That¡¯s great to know.¡± Yuta pulled a fake smile on his face.


    ¡°Old man, Isshin will be here to pick me up any moment from now, so won¡¯t you tell me your name?¡± Yuta decided to ask.


    ¡°Nishinoya.¡± The old man spoke his name and walked away.


    ¡°Nishinoya, huh. That¡¯s a nice name, Nishinoya sensei.¡± Yuta spoke and thanked the old man for the care and training for a whole year.


    ¡°I hope to see you again soon, Yuta. You¡¯ve a lot to learn from me.¡± Nishinoya smiled while waving to Yuta. Yuta got a call from Isshin that he would be there in a minute''s time as he went back to his bedroom and got his luggages ready to leave.


    *Knock*


    Yuta ran to the door and hugged Isshin as he hadn''t seen him in a while. Isshin let loose on Yuta and entered the house, looking around since he was unable to locate Nishinoya. He first went to the refrigerator and drank a cold bottle of water, gulping it down to his stomach.. He turned back to his little student and asked.The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.


    ¡°Where is the fucking old man?¡±


    ¡°He went back to his bedroom to rest.¡±


    ¡°So that motherfucker knew I¡¯ll be here any moment and went back to his room not to see me off?¡±


    ¡°Is that true?¡±


    ¡°Well, nevermind. I¡¯ll pay him a visit with my fist.¡±


    Isshin couldn''t hold his temper anymore as he barged into the old man¡¯s room with his clenched fist.


    ¡°Nishinoya!!¡± Isshin was furious seeing his old man on the bed cleaning his fingers. Isshin charged at him with his clenched fist and landed a clean blow on the chick of the old man.


    ¡°Why won¡¯t you see us off?¡± The old man rose off the floor and reclined on his bed, ignoring Isshin, who was annoyed.. ¡°I¡¯m off.¡±


    Isshin walked out of Nishinoya¡¯s room as Yuta followed him and exited the house. They walked down to the road and took a taxi to the train station and boarded the train for a few hours. They got to their stop and exited the train.


    ¡°I hope we meet again, Yuta.¡± Isshin waved with a smile and turned his back ready to depart to his dojo since Yuta can find his way home from this point.


    ¡°Huh? What are you saying, Isshin? I¡¯ll be coming to your dojo every now and then to train with you.¡± Yuta was pleased.


    ¡°Really? Then you¡¯re welcome at any time.¡± Yuta followed Isshin to the dojo as he was welcomed by the kids and they exchanged some conversation as Yuta made his way out and went home.


    ¡®Home finally.¡¯ Yuta smiled as he opened the door and made his way inside, gazing all around as he noticed some things had changed within a year he was out for his little adventure.


    ¡°Mom! I¡¯m back. I''ll go take a quick bath and get back to you.¡± Yuta screamed as he approached his bedroom upstairs.


    ¡°Welcome home, Yuta!¡± The mom exclaimed from her bedroom as she rushed down to the kitchen to prepare a meal for her son who was not at home for a year.


    Yuta whistled as he saw his room was properly tidy up by his mom and quickly took off his clothes and took his time. ¡°Nothing feels like having a long nice bath.¡± He muttered to himself and wore a black short with a sleeveless t-shirt.


    He rushed downstairs as his nose piqued a decent scent coming from the kitchen. Yuta sat down as his stomach grumbled from hunger. His mom dished the food to him as he rushed it flashily and asked for a second. ¡°Eat up.¡± His mom was amazed seeing her son after a whole year.


    ¡°Ahhh, I¡¯m filled up.¡± Yuta couldn¡¯t stand up from his seated position as he enjoyed eating his mother¡¯s meal for a longtime. ¡°Mom, you¡¯re the best.¡± Yuta chuckled with joy.


    ¡°I¡¯m glad you took your time and enjoyed your meal.¡± His mother was pleased. ¡°So how was your one year training adventure?¡± The mom was curious to know how her son was doing.


    ¡°It was amazing.¡±


    ¡°Really?¡±


    ¡°Yes, mom. I was trained to get past my limit everyday and I managed to land a decisive attack on Nishinoya sensei after months of trying.¡±


    ¡°You were? That alone has shown me how strong you are.¡±


    ¡°Really? But I can¡¯t say I¡¯m strong enough to be the strongest since I¡¯ve got a long way to go.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t know what¡¯s your drive to be the strongest but if that¡¯s your dream to be the strongest hero, then I¡¯ll cheer for you.¡±


    ¡°Hero? I despise weak and fake heroes. Don¡¯t get the wrong idea mom. I¡¯ll become my own hero so I need to be the strongest if I have to.¡±


    ¡°Huh? Did I hear you wrong? Did you just say you despise heroes?¡±


    ¡°Yes, mom. I despise fake heroes and I¡¯ll  be a real hero so you don¡¯t have to worry.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t make me have a heart attack with that joke of yours. So, if you want to be your own hero then you should''ve enrolled yourself into any hero school or probably U.A, since it¡¯s the best hero school.¡±


    ¡°Huh? I won¡¯t be going to any hero school since it won¡¯t stop me from being my own hero.¡±


    ¡°Then, how will you be able to be your own hero if you won¡¯t be going to any hero school?¡±


    ¡®She probably got the wrong idea.¡¯ ¡°Mom, you don¡¯t have to worry. I¡¯ll be okay.¡±


    ¡°Goodluck anyways. I¡¯ll be cheering for you when you become a brave hero.¡±


    ¡°Okay, mom.¡± Yuta stood up from the dining table and gave his mother a hug and headed back to his bedroom.


    Yuta entered his room and locked the door as he collapsed into his bed. ¡®She probably got the wrong idea.¡¯ He thought as he laid on his bed.

 Chapter 25 - First Mission

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    It was yet another blooming day when the sun arose and shone brightly to the earth as the chirping sounds of birds began to echo in the ears of the sleeping boy who was laying on the right corner of his bed.


    ¡®Why can¡¯t these birds just shut the fuck up?¡¯ His peaceful dream was interrupted by the unexpected noise when he stood up and washed his face in the bathroom.


    He did his morning exercise in his room and opened his window seeing the day was bright and perfect for a little run. ¡®I guess I¡¯ll have to run a few laps.¡¯ He made up his mind and dressed in a jogging suit and went downstairs to greet his mom but unfortunately, his mom was already out for work leaving a piece of paper on the dining table saying, ¡®Yuta, since I won''t be returning home early, I prepared your breakfast and dinner, which are in the kitchen refrigerator..¡¯ ¡°Great.¡±


    Yuta used the spare key that his mother had given him to unlock the door in case he returned home at any point and she wasn''t there.. He started jogging with his headphones around his head while increasing the volume at max to not be distracted by any noise.


    He jogged over 30 minutes, continuing progressing further as he was nowhere close to his limit. Yuta jogged over an hour and reached his halt at a random roundabout. He turned back and jogged home when he noticed his suit was soaked in lots of sweat as if someone dumped a bowl of water on him.


    ¡®That¡¯s great but I still feel my body needs more exercise for the day.¡¯ He paused for a moment when he started thinking of what exercise to do if he should go to the gym or Isshin¡¯s dojo for a little warm up. ¡°I¡¯ll just work on my quirk.¡± He decided and went to the garden at the corner of his house to train. He raised his hands as the sand at the garden rose up and shape shifted the sands to different shapes.


    Although Yuta was now strong enough to create two clones of himself and move them at will, he was able to move the one clone he could make and make it replicate every movement he made. He was able to create an accurate clone, but his ability to clone himself was limited to just two¡­


    The clone started copying Yuta¡¯s movement and at the same time they fired a bullet shaped sand which was way faster than the eye could see.


    ¡®I¡¯ve got an idea for a better warm up.¡¯ He smiled as the thoughts ran through his mind of dueling with his clone. ¡°Let¡¯s see how strong he is and how long I can keep the clone active.¡± He muttered and took his combat stance which his clone copied at an instant.


    At a respectable pace, they charged at one another, slamming their fists together, forcing the surrounding sand to clear as Yuta and his clone sprang back..


    Yuta let out a sigh as he dispersed his clone back to dust, he continued his training by himself for another 30 minutes and made his way to the house. He went upstairs to freshen his body and came back to get his breakfast around a few minutes past 11. If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    He turned on the air conditioner in the living room and laid on the couch, turning on the TV, he switched the channel to the news station and saw the rabbit hero with rabbit ears on an interview how she dealt with a villian the other day.


    ¡®Damn, she looks hot.¡¯ His heart skipped a bit when he saw her on the news but brushed off the thought from his mind right away since she wasn''t his type. The news broadcasted how she dealt with villains and took them into custody but he quickly changed the channel to an entertainment show.


    After watching for a while, he went to play video games in his room. After playing a solo mission game for some time and repeatedly failing to defeat the boss, he began to lose his temper with the game.


    ¡°Come on, dodge to your right.¡± He shouted at his character in the video game as the boss killed him for the ninth time. ¡°Damn it!¡± He jumped on his bed for a quick nap.


    After a long slumber, he woke up and yawned. He checked the clock in his room and saw that it was beyond four o''clock in the afternoon, indicating that he had slept for around four hours.. ¡®Damn, didn¡¯t think I¡¯ll sleep this long.¡¯ He took his bath and exited the house to get something to eat when something happened.


    He wore a black hoodie, red shorts and a black face mask with an


    He walked slowly to pass the time while listening to his favorite song, he saw a convenience store across the road and waited for the road to be cleared from any incoming cars and suddenly he hurried up and crossed the road. He removed the earpiece from his right ear and paused the music before entering inside.


    The doors opened and he entered, wandering around the place in search of something to eat, when he spotted a huge chicken harmburger and decided to buy two of them along with an energy drink before heading to the counter to pay for his food.


    ¡°Your bill is 490 yen.¡± The female cashier told him.


    ¡°Okay.¡± Yuta shook his hands inside his pocket and brought out a 500 yen coin as he gave it to the cashier.


    ¡°Thank you, sir.¡±


    Yuta exited the convenient store and saw a wooden bench nearby and walked towards it when he finally settled down and began to eat his delicious hamburger. He finished both of them in a few minutes and started gulping his energy drink down to his stomach. ¡®That hit the spot.¡¯ He sat for another 5 minutes to help settle the food and decided to go back home and deal with that annoying boss in his video game.


    I''ll have to take a quicker path home, I suppose. After some time of walking, he noticed a bank nearby, with few people at the front door.


    ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± He hurried down to the place filled with lots of chatter and commotion. Yuta saw the bank being robbed while some heroes were standing at the entrance.


    ¡®Am I destined to always be at a crime scene at the right time?¡¯ He questioned himself and joined the civilians amidst the heroes.


    ¡°Heroes! If you want these peasants to live then you¡¯ve no other choice but to return back to your base and let us escape or less we¡¯ll kill these low lives.¡± One of the robbers wearing a black mask exclaimed to the heroes who blocked their path to escape.


    ¡°Scary.¡± Yuta felt chills run down his spine seeing how useless the heroes are.


    ¡°I¡¯ll count from 1 to 5 and if you heroes don¡¯t get the fuck out the way, I¡¯ll gauge out this man left eyes with my dagger.¡± The other robber threatened the heroes as he brought out the dagger.


    ¡°Okay¡­let¡¯s not resort to violence and let those civilians go. They¡¯ve got nothing to do with these.¡± One of the female heroes tried to interact with the robbers but her words meant nothing to them since they were in a hurry to escape before the police and the other top heroes arrived.


    ¡°1¡­2¡­3¡­4¨C¡± The robber was cut off before he could complete his countdown.


    ¡°Okay, we¡¯ll let you guys escape peacefully and please don¡¯t harm anyone.¡± One of the heroes at the scene said with his hands up in the air to show he surrendered. ¡®Be fast, Candyman.¡¯ One of the heroes had already made his move quietly into the bank by turning himself to candy and slipping through the ground inside the bank.


    ¡°Let me help you with the countdown. 1..2..3..4..5¡± The hero whose hands are up in the air smirk as he boldly said to the villains who looked confused.


    ¡°Are you fucking with us, hero?¡± One of the robbers exclaimed in anger as he was ready to kill a civilian¡­.

 Chapter 26 - A Vigilante was Born

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    ¡°Are you fucking with me?¡± Before one of the robbers could adjust his other hand to bring out his dagger, that¡¯s when he saw a hero above them.


    ¡°Candy prison.¡± The hero exclaimed as he fired out candy from his hands towards the robber and solidified him in candy leaving his head uncovered for him to breathe.


    ¡°You bastards.¡± The other robber exclaimed as they broke into action to fight their way out from the mess.


    ¡®Ho ho, that¡¯s a nice trick up their sleeve.¡¯ Yuta thought.


    ¡°Attack.¡± The heroes outside made their move into the bank to capture each and every robber while some managed to escape the heroes and some were captured in candy and being restrained for the police to arrive.


    ¡°Good job, Candyman.¡± A female hero gave him a thumbs up.


    ¡°Man, that¡¯s a cool surprise attack you pulled there. I thought we could have done nothing since the robbers took the employees hostage.¡±  The other hero complimented him.


    ¡°Well, it¡¯s because of you guys that I am able to pull such tricks.¡± The Candyman hero was flustered by the comments of his hero mates.


    ¡°You won¡¯t get away with these heroes. I¡¯ll take my revenge.¡± One of the robbers exclaimed in anger since he couldn''t move an inch from the candy he was stuck in.


    While the other civilians applauded the heroes for their total victory, Yuta was not happy with the actions they took. After covering his head with his hoodie and beginning to walk home from the bank scene, Yuta snarled. Though he assumed it was the hero celebrating their small victory, he ignored the sounds he heard coming from behind.


    ¡°Hey, get the fuck outta my way, brat.¡± The robber exclaimed in a tired tone.


    ¡°Huh?¡± When Yuta observed a man in black clothing running towards him at full speed, he turned abruptly and recognised him as the robber who had just looted the bank. The man was running towards Yuta, who appeared perplexed as they pressed together and collapsed.


    ¡°You fucking brat!¡± The man exclaimed when he saw his backpack was torn apart and the money stolen was exposed to the little brat.


    ¡°That money¡­.you were at the scene just now so how did you manage to escape without the heroes finding out?¡± Yuta quickly realized he was one of the robbers when he saw the money that was exposed from his backpack.


    ¡°Ha ha ha¡­.hahahah. I''ll seriously take you as a hostage so I can get away, and I''ll fucking kill you if any of those jerks who pose as heroes see me..¡± The robber threatened Yuta as he stood up from the ground ready to take Yuta as hostage.


    ¡°Huh?¡± Yuta was at the edge of the alleyway, ready to pee his pants when he noticed that the man was probably dead serious on taking him hostage but if he were to signal for help then that would cost him his life. ¡®I¡¯m fucked. Someone! Help!¡¯ Yuta was fucked up when he didn¡¯t know what to do in this kind of situation as he put on a bold face.Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there.


    ¡°Did you mention me being your hostage? Given that you back out and turn on your allies in order to get that enormous sum of money and become wealthy, I believe that you are the only one in this situation who needs help.¡± Yuta attempted to be bold enough to tease the burglar, getting ready to sprint away from the man at the fastest possible pace.


    ¡°Huh? What the fuck did you just say, brat?¡± The man was crazy mad as the thought of taking the kid hostage was dissolved by anger and hatred to kill the brat.


    ¡°If you were unable to hear me, I believe you ought to become a gentleman and permit me to assist you in sterilising your ears as well.¡± Yuta smirked as he moved an inch backwards ready to flee as soon as possible.


    ¡°Huh?¡± The robber couldn¡¯t help it anymore when his mind was screaming for the blood of this brat who took him as a fool.


    ¡°What are you gonna do or are you gonna chicken out and run away from me?¡± Yuta laughed at the robber who stood still ready to spill the blood of the young boy.


    ¡°Say your last words, brat.¡± The man stood, filled with rage.


    ¡°Go to hell motherfucker!¡± Yuta said his last words according to the man¡¯s request.


    ¡°Okay.¡± The robber brought out his dagger and charged towards Yuta who leaped backwards and started running for his life.


    ¡®Is this how you''re going to flee from a fight? Is this the kind of underground hero you choose to be who runs from a fight? Is this the kind of vigilante you chose to be?¡¯ Yuta¡¯s mind haunted him as he was running to escape the death penalty he was in.


    ¡°That¡¯s not it.¡± Yuta exclaimed to himself as he was fleeing from the robber. ¡®If you chose to be a vigilante, then turn your back and fight. Fight to prove your determination.¡¯


    ¡°If this is truly the hero I have chosen to be, I will fight to live as long as it takes.¡± Yuta muttered to himself as he came to a halt, prepared to engage in combat..


    Yuta made up his mind not to run from a fight as he stopped running and turned his gaze to the robber who was chasing after him. The robber noticed the change as he leaped backwards to give himself some distance from the kid.


    ¡°What¡¯s wrong kid? Did you have cold feet?¡± The robber mockingly laughed at Yuta who stopped running suddenly.


    ¡°Laugh while you can.¡± Yuta mumbled as he charges at the robber in a decent speed as he clenched his fist and sent a huge sandy fist that emerged from the ground as it slammed the thief against the wall.


    ¡®Blood? Is this kid not afraid to die?¡¯ The robber was confused as he cleaned the blood streaming down his mouth.


    ¡°Very well, I¡¯ll grant you your death wish.¡± The robber threw his dagger towards Yuta who dodged to the left and charged again to the robber. The robber saw the little brat dashing at him as he activated his quirk.


    The thief crossed his hands over his head, preventing Yuta from kicking him when he leaped off the ground and performed a front flip. He grabbed Yuta''s leg, abruptly threw him around, and sent him hurtling towards buildings nearby.. ¡®Does this kid think he¡¯s going to win against me?¡¯ The robber laughed.


    ¡°Time to get serious.¡± When Yuta got up, he was completely warmed up and removed his hoodie to avoid getting blood stains on it.


    With a groan, he covered both hands with sand armament that had extended claws. He charged at the robber once more and swung his right claw at the thief, who abruptly squatted down and delivered a powerful punch to the brat''s stomach.. ¡°Is that the strength of a robber?¡± Yuta didn¡¯t flinch from the blow as his stomach was also covered in sand armor.


    ¡°What the fuck are you? How can a little kid withstand such an attack?¡± The robber was dumbfounded when he saw the place he struck with his fist was covered in sand armor. Yuta became more aggressive and confident that he would defeat the thief after realising how weak he was.


    Yuta did a roundhouse kick and sent the robber flying as he crashed into a window in the nearby buildings. Yuta charged quickly inside the building as fast as he could and kicked the robber who he sent flying through another window outside.


    When Yuta exited the building, he produced a sand bullet, which he shot at the robber''s shoulders, causing blood to pour onto the floor as it passed through..


    ¡°Arghhhh.¡± The robber exclaimed in pain as he fell down to his knees. ¡°Who¡¯re you, brat!?¡± The robber yelled.


    ¡°You can refer to me as an undercover hero because I dispose of all villains, criminals and the same applies for those phoney heroes..¡± Yuta stated as he walked towards the robber.


    ¡°A child like you is a vigilante, you say?¡± The man noticed.


    The robber was speechless as Yuta stood in front of him with a finger extended to his forehead.


    ¡°P-Please don¡¯t do this! Please spare me!¡± The robber begged for his life as Yuta rendered him unconscious by tangling his neck with is quirk as the robber fell down unconsciously.


    ¡°I did it.¡± Yuta muttered to himself as he realized his first mission was a success and left the robber lying unconsciously on the floor for the heroes or police to come.

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    ¡°I believe I should definitely leave this area now to avoid being detected..¡± He snatched up his black hoodie, braced himself, and began racing down the alleyway. He ran into an elderly woman, but that didn''t stop him from running for his life.


    ¡®Keep on running. Run to save your life. Run, and don''t turn around..¡¯ When he voluntarily obeyed without hesitation in his heart, his intellect was telling him what to do in the given circumstance.


    After exiting the alleyway, he hurriedly pulled up a cab and gave the driver his home location. When they arrived at his neighbourhood and instructed the driver to stop, he grabbed into his pockets, handed the driver the cash, and sped off to his house, leaving his change behind.


    He got to the entrance of his house as he took a calm breath to not get his mom''s attention. He made his way into the house and gazed around but didn¡¯t see his mother anywhere. ¡®Maybe she¡¯s at work or in her bedroom.¡¯ ¡°Whatever.¡± He ran upstairs to his bedroom and locked the door so no one could come in.


    At home, Yuta shed his vigilante persona and retreated to the sanctuary of his bedroom. The faint moonlight filtered through his window, casting shadows that seemed to mimic the chaos of the streets he had just left behind.


    He replayed the night¡¯s events in his mind, savoring the thrill of success. A faint laugh escaped his lips as he leaned back on his bed, arms behind his head, basking in the satisfaction of making a difference. For tonight, the city was safer, and he allowed himself a rare moment of celebration.


    He went to the bathroom to freshen up for a few minutes in order to clear his head, and then he returned with his boxers.


    ¡°I¡¯m home so I¡¯m safe now.¡± He let out a sigh in relief. ¡®Don¡¯t forget the fact you just took down a  criminal.¡¯ His mind made him remember his action he displayed a while ago. ¡®You appear unconcerned despite the fact that you may have killed a criminal.¡¯ ¡°Well, I don''t feel a thing towards the robber since he was a criminal and I can''t just kill him for such a reason.¡± Yuta whispered.


    ¡®I can feel your rage but that is just the beginning of your nightmare. You have just made the first step in becoming your own hero, so don¡¯t ever deceive and doubt yourself anymore, Yuta.¡¯ His mind told him the truth he didn¡¯t want to believe. He laid on his bed, staring at the beautiful stars  as he fell asleep with his boxers.


    At the age of 17, Yuta  apprehended his first criminal to establish his worth as the underground emblem of peace.¡­.


    ¡­


    When Candyman realised something was amiss, the heroes had finished celebrating their victory. As he gazed at the villains he had captured, he started to worry that something wasn''t right as his emotions began to question him.


    ¡°Hey, how many comrades do you have?¡± Candyman walked over to one of the criminals captured in his candy.


    ¡°Huh?¡± The robber  burst into laughter from the question the hero asked.


    ¡°I won¡¯t repeat myself anymore. How many comrades have you got?¡± He asked for the last time.This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.


    ¡°I-It¡¯s¡­..go to hell bastard.¡± The criminals  couldn''t hold their laughter anymore as the bank was filled with laughter which got the other hero''s attention.


    ¡°Alright.¡± He asked the robber a question, and he began to control the candy on their body as it covered their entire face.


    ¡°Hey, what do you think you¡¯re doing candyman?¡± Another hero exclaimed when he saw what Candyman was about to do.


    ¡°Relax, I won¡¯t kill him.¡± He removed the candy from the face of the robber as the criminal started coughing, trying to regain his breath.


    ¡°5¡­¡± The robber exclaimed their numbers as Candyman''s eyes widened when his heart doubted him something was wrong. ¡®Wait, if their numbers are 5 and we captured only 4 ....then that means one of them has escaped?¡¯ He realized.


    ¡°Hey, one got loose and he¡¯s out for his escape.¡± Candyman yelled to the other heroes who were now serious.


    ¡°What did you say?¡± One of the heroes couldn¡¯t believe his eyes.


    ¡°Candyman, you stay here and watch over the captured criminals while me and Silver will go check around if we could see any traces.¡± They exited the bank and went to scout the neighborhood for the last robber but unfortunately, he was apprehended by a 17 year old boy.


    They started running on the rooftops at full speed while using their eyes to scout any little traces of the robber. They kept searching and searching until they finally stopped when Silver noticed his nose picked a faint smell.


    ¡°Do you smell that?¡± Silver asked.


    ¡°Yeah, or maybe it¡¯s just garbage junk.¡± The other hero concluded.


    ¡°Let¡¯s give it a look.¡± They jumped down from the rooftop to the ground as they started walking slowly while observing their surroundings for any surprise attack. Both of them got to the point where the robber was as they put up their guard. Silver was walking along the alleyway when he saw something on the floor.


    ¡°Come over here I found something.¡± Silver declared when Crust rushed over.


    ¡°Is that a body?¡± Crust quickly noticed as dashed towards the corpse.


    ¡°Hey, are you alrigh-¡± Before he could finish his statement he saw the robber was bleeding profusely and unconscious.


    ¡°Isn¡¯t that the robber who escaped?¡± When Silver spotted the motionless robber wearing the same costume as the other four robbers, he took notice.


    ¡°Contact the police now! What the fuck is taking the police so long?¡±  Crust exclaimed to Silver who quickly did as he was told.


    *PHONE BEEPS*


    ¡°This is the police department. State your business.¡± A policeman spoke at the other end of the phone with a tired tone.


    ¡°It''s Silver here. Four villains have been caught at the bank, while the one who escaped was discovered lying still in the alleyway near the ban, suffering from severe injuries.¡± Silver explained.


    ¡°WHAT? Give me your location right now.¡± The officer  demanded from the other end.


    ¡°Okay.¡± Silver sent his current address to the police officer immediately.


    ¡°Who would¡¯ve thought something like this could¡¯ve happened.¡± Crust stated.


    ¡°Or do you think another villain did this to him?¡± Silver asked.


    ¡°I think so.¡± Crush thought of the situation as he noticed it was a bullet wound when he saw a hole on both shoulders of the robber. ¡®Was a villain with a gun quirk responsible for his tragedy? We should have heard the sound when we were at the bank interacting with the other robbers if he had been shot with a gun.¡¯ He simply placed the body on the ground and waited for the police to arrive to look into the crime, therefore he was unable to solve the problem.


    ¡­THE BANK


    Few minutes later, the police arrived at the bank scene. They got into the bank seeing the civilians had been evacuated successfully leaving only Candyman and the 4 criminals were caught in solidified candy.


    ¡°Nice work, Candyman.¡± An officer complimented him as he walked over to the criminals. Candyman deactivated his quirk as the candy dispersed while the police officer  handcuffed each of the bank criminals and led them to the van outside.


    ¡°That¡¯s all¡­.we¡¯ve got a bigger problem so let¡¯s move.¡± Hinata, the police officer in charge muttered while Candyman started running on the rooftop towards where Crust and Silver were.


    They started running for a few minutes when Candyman finally they got to the scene where Crust and Silva were located.


    ¡°That¡¯s it¡­that¡¯s the place.¡± Hinata, the police chief notified the other officers as they reached their destination.


    ¡­.


    ¡°Finally, you¡¯ve arrived.¡± Crust felt relief.


    ¡°Sorry I took so long, so what''s up?¡± Hinata stated when he looked at the motionless body on the floor besides Crust.


    ¡°This individual was one of the robber''s accomplices who managed to get away before we noticed. When Candyman eventually asked the robbers how many comrades they had, he became intrigued about the entire issue, which is why we were able to locate him early.¡±


    ¡°Okay. Let''s apply first aid first.¡± Hinata said while the other officers brought out the first aid box and applied to the wounds to stop the flow of blood loss.

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    ¡°We found him here in the alleyway laying down on his own blood and that¡¯s when we reached out for you.¡± Silva added.


    ¡°That explains the situation.¡± The other officer took note of it as Silva explained once more.


    ¡°No, If he was shot by someone with a gun quirk then we should¡¯ve been able to hear the sound of the gunshot but unfortunately there wasn¡¯t any sound.¡± When he saw Hinata contemplating the same thing he had when he had examined the body, Crust mumbled.


    ¡°Was it an assasination?¡± Another officer asked.


    ¡°It might be, and if not, someone may have used his or her quirk against him. Since it is illegal for citizens who are not heroes to employ quirks, this indicates that a fellow criminal or a civilian attacked him.¡± Hinata concluded since there were no other traces.


    ¡°A civilian?¡± Crust was shocked by the word.


    ¡°Yes. You might say for instance, the civilian or the fellow criminal fought for his life when he noticed that the robber would attack.¡± Hinata confirmed.


    ¡®Does the civilian have a gun quirk? If that¡¯s the case it¡¯ll be troublesome for us.¡¯ ¡°Let¡¯s move out and continue investigating for any traces of the suspect,¡± Silva contributed, ¡°I¡¯ll contact you, Hinata, if we find any evidence.¡±


    ¡°Alright.¡±


    The police car hummed as the sirens echoed throughout the area steadily as it navigated the dimly lit streets, carrying the wounded robber. In the backseat was the wounded robber. Dried blood stuck to both shoulders, and his face was swollen from his confrontation with the one who had injured him. Officer Rina''s demeanor was unclear when she looked at him through the rear mirror.


    "Shigeru Kato," she murmured to Haruto, seated beside her. "Wanted for three armed robberies this month. Guess he got what was coming."


    Haruto nodded, his eyes scanning the horizon.


    ¡­Police HQ


    ¡°So are you saying a civilian or a fellow criminal with a gun-type quirk is the suspect?¡±


    At the heart of the bustling city, the police headquarters was alive with the hum of activity. Officers moved back and forth, their faces a mix of determination and exhaustion. In one of the main briefing rooms, Detective Haruto Tanaka sat at his desk, staring at the preliminary report of the incident from the previous night. The file was thin, the details sparse, but one thing was clear: a civilian had taken down a robber, and the method used was far from ordinary.


    The suspect, Shigeru Kato, was a small-time criminal with a penchant for robbing convenience stores. He had been found unconscious outside an alleyway, bound by thick cords of compacted sand. The unusual detail caught Haruto¡¯s attention immediately. Sand? This wasn¡¯t just the handiwork of a random do-gooder; this civilian had a Quirk. That fact alone made the case a priority. Using quirk was illegal if you''re not a hero, their actions skating a thin line between justice and chaos.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    Haruto adjusted his tie, grabbed his black  coat, and motioned for his partner, Officer Rina Saito, to follow. Together, they headed to the holding cells where Kato or the robber was being kept.


    ¡°Has he said anything?¡± Haruto asked as they approached the cell.


    Rina shook her head. ¡°He¡¯s awake but uncooperative. Claims he doesn¡¯t remember much.¡±


    Haruto nodded, pushing the door open. Inside, Kato sat on a metal bench, his wrists cuffed to a ring in the wall. His face was bruised, and he looked every bit the part of a man who had been thoroughly beaten¡ªnot by brute force, but by something far more calculated.


    ¡°Kato,¡± Haruto began, his voice calm but firm, ¡°you¡¯re going to tell us exactly what happened last night.¡±


    The robber sneered but winced immediately as pain shot through his shoulders. ¡° I don¡¯t know who or what it was, okay? One minute I was running with the cash, the next I¡¯m face-first in the dirt. It was some punk! The bastard shot me with some stupid sand quirk.¡±


    Rina raised an eyebrow. ¡°A kid? A projectile built out of sand? In the centre of the alleyway you were on?¡±


    Kato nodded reluctantly. ¡°Yeah. It moved so fast, wrapping me up and pinning me down. The jerk never said anything until I asked who he was. He just stared at me with red eyes before knocking me out.


    Haruto held back from laughing when he figured that the robber was taken down by a young boy.  He glanced at Rina. ¡°Red eyes and sand quirk.¡± He whispered, this wasn¡¯t just any villain case; they were dealing with. It was someone, a civilian with a sand quirk, enabling him to launch sand-shaped bullet missiles from his fingers.


    After leaving the cell, Haruto ordered a team to revisit the crime scene. Within an hour, the alley was cordoned off, and forensic officers combed the area for clues. Haruto and Rina stood at the edge, watching as the team collected samples of the sand that still lingered on the pavement.


    ¡°This isn¡¯t ordinary sand,¡± one of the forensic officers reported, holding up a sample bag. ¡°It¡¯s denser, almost like concrete in texture. Definitely Quirk-generated.¡±


    Rina folded her arms. ¡°Any leads on who it might be?¡±


    Haruto shook his head. ¡°Thus, for now we don''t have any lead or whereabouts about this civilian ¡±


    ¡°I''ll say he''s very careful,¡± Rina observed, leaning against the doorframe. ¡°Whoever this individual is, he is quite skilled at controlling his quirk, and it''s a clean takedown with no damage to property..¡±


    ¡°If he has talents and has total control over his quirk, why doesn''t he choose to become a hero??¡± Another officer stated.


    Haruto rubbed his temples. ¡°It¡¯s not just about their skill. It¡¯s their motive. Why get involved? If he wanted to be a hero, this person would''ve enrolled into ant hero school.¡±


    As the day stretched on, new details trickled in. The forensics team had found traces of sand leading away from the alley, suggesting the civilian had left on foot rather than using a vehicle. Surveillance footage from nearby cameras showed fleeting glimpses of a figure in a hooded cloak, but their face was obscured, and their movements were deliberate, evading most of the cameras in the area.


    ¡°It¡¯s like they knew exactly where the cameras were,¡± Rina said, studying the footage. ¡°This isn¡¯t someone new to this.¡±


    ¡°Agreed,¡± Hinata replied as he lit up his cigarette. ¡°He''s  experienced, but If we could find someone with that trait, we¡¯ll have our suspect.¡±


    As night fell, the team prepared to stake out areas where similar crimes had occurred. Haruto suspected the civilians might strike again; people with a strong sense of justice often couldn¡¯t resist the pull of action. Sure enough, their patience paid off. Just past midnight, a distress call came in from a convenience store on the other side of town.


    Haruto and Rina arrived on the scene moments after the responding officers. The situation mirrored the previous one: a robber incapacitated, this time encased in a cocoon of sand. Witnesses claimed to have seen a shadowy figure vanish into the night shortly before the police arrived.


    ¡°This is getting out of hand,¡± Rina muttered. ¡°If they keep this up, they¡¯ll be a bigger problem than the criminals they¡¯re stopping.¡±


    Haruto wasn¡¯t so sure. The civilian''s actions, while technically illegal, were precise and effective. There was no collateral damage, no innocent lives at risk. Whoever they were, they operated with a level of restraint that was unusual for just a random civilian.


    Back at headquarters, Haruto and Hinata reviewed the new evidence. The sand samples were identical to those from the first scene, confirming it was the same person. The surveillance footage was clearer this time, capturing the civilian silhouette against the dim glow of a streetlamp. The figure was tall and lean, their movements fluid and deliberate. Haruto paused the footage, studying the faint glimmer of light where the civilian eyes should be.


    ¡°This isn¡¯t just about stopping criminals,¡± he said aloud.


    ¡°We need to find out who this person is before they get in over their head. The line between hero and vigilante is thin, and if they cross it, there¡¯s no going back.¡±


    As the investigation deepened, Haruto and Hinata couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that the civilian wasn¡¯t just some rogue with a quirk. There was a purpose behind his actions, a drive that went beyond the thrill of taking down bad guys. Whoever they were, they had a story, and Haruto was determined to uncover it sooner or later..

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    I''m hoping he won''t tell the cops information regarding me.


    Well, nevermind.


    Yuta hummed in silence in his room when he noticed that he had to find somewhere safe and quiet for him to train.


    He left the house wearing a red sweatshirt and black shorts in search of a hiding area where he could train without being discovered by anyone or a hero.


    After arriving at the train station, he purchased his tickets, and after a short ride, he arrived in Hosu City.


    He let out a breath as he departed from the train and headed off to find a suitable location for his training and vigilante operations.


    He entered and discovered that it was a crowded area. He started to move independently while avoiding any obvious signs of curiosity. On a street, Yuta noticed a few men wearing suits and a loose shirt.


    He slowed his pace, instincts kicking in. His mind ran through his options. The street was narrow, with no convenient side paths to slip away unnoticed. Turning back might draw attention, and walking through as if he hadn¡¯t seen them would be a gamble.


    Yuta¡¯s grip on his bag tightened as he walked further into the street, the thugs'' voices growing clearer. He could make out snippets of their conversation¡ªrough, mocking tones punctuated by bursts of laughter that didn¡¯t quite reach their eyes. One of them leaned casually against a streetlamp, the dull light glinting off a knife he spun lazily in his hand. Another flicked a cigarette.


    When two men stopped him, he swallowed some saliva and began to move alongside the street.


    ¡°Hey, brat! Why have you entered our territory?


    Yuta was dumbfounded. ¡°Huh?¡±


    The man approached Yuta after lighting up the cigarette in his mouth. ¡°Don''t play dumb with me kid. What gang are you from or you trying to spy on us?¡±


    Yuta let out a sigh and looked at the floor. ¡°I''m just a random 17-year-old lad who is aimlessly exploring the beauty of Hosu City.¡±


    Whistling, one of the thugs took the lit cigarette out of his lips. ¡°C''mon kid, we''ll need your wallet if you don''t want to get hurt.¡±


    Yuta stretched out his hands inside his pocket and brought out his wallet. ¡°Here''s my wallet.¡±


    On Yuta''s body, the thug tossed his cigarette and snatched his wallet. ¡°Let''s see how much you''ve got kid. 100..200..250?¡±


    Yuta smirked when he saw how disappointed the thug was. ¡°250 yen, that''s the only cash I''ve got on me.¡±


    Upon snatching the wallet, the thug''s head grew multiple veins. ¡°Are you playing with us, brat? We might have to discipline you for stepping into our territory.¡± Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    Yuta scratched the back of his head and walked to the slim black thug who snatched his wallet. ¡°Then, let''s see what you guys can do.¡±


    ¡°YOU BASTARD!!¡±


    Yuta pivoted backwards to get some distance as he counted the thugs. ¡°1¡­2..3..4..that''s four.¡±


    It''s gonna be fun.


    The thugs attacked Yuta all at once as Yuta shooked his hands in his pockets to bring out his phone.


    ¡°In the middle of his situation, he pulls out his phone, underestimating us..¡± One of the thugs raged.


    One of the thugs with black hair breaded backwards dashed towards Yuta as he activated his quirk which made his body sprout out poisonous plants. ¡°You better be careful brat, coz you will die within minutes if these plants come into contact with your flesh because they are poisonous.¡±


    The thug clenched his fist and sent it flying towards Yuta who was concentrating on his phone. Yuta saw the fist approaching with a spiky plant which  sprouted out the thug fist as Yuta ducked right on time to dodge the attack.


    ¡®That''s close. Oh my God! This is funny and in the meantime interesting.¡¯


    Yuta ducks while still pressing his phone and leaps backwards with a smirk. ¡°Hello, I''ll provide you the address immediately because I just discovered that four people were hurt, therefore this is an emergency..¡±


    The thug questioned Yuta when he found out that the brat was messing with them all this while. ¡°Did you just call an ambulance? Disrespecting us!¡±


    Yuta pockets his phone immediately as he finishes giving the ambulance the current location he was in.


    They''ll be here in a few minutes so I''ll just wrap this up.


    Yuta pivoted sideways as the thug with the plant quirk rushed at him as Yuta sent a sand fist that emerged from the ground and slammed the thug with the plant quirk to the floor making him out of the fight.


    One down, three more.


    The thugs were confused. ¡°Did that brat just take down Seiya in one shot? Looks like we underestimate this brat. Brat! Tell us, who''re you and which gang are you working for?¡±


    Yuta smirked. ¡°I''m nobody and I don''t work for nobody.¡±


    The three thugs activated their quirk, but as they try to attack at once, their leg sank into the floor.


    ¡°Hm, what''s this? I can''t move. I''m sinking.¡± The thug exclaimed.


    ¡°..um, really?¡± Yuta held back his laugh.


    Yuta sent a powerful sand punch out of the ground, uppercutting all three of the thugs before they could notice.


    Yuta left the unconscious goons behind and ran from the scene when he heard the ambulance''s siren.


    That was outstanding. However, it is unclear what they are saying regarding territory. Could that be yakuza or something?


    Yuta became curious but he wasn''t ready to investigate. After an hour of wandering the city, he came across an abandoned warehouse.


    His footsteps halted as he caught sight of an abandoned warehouse tucked behind a row of covered buildings. The structure was worn, its metal siding faded and rusted, with shattered windows that seemed to have given up on shielding the interior from the elements. Yuta''s heart raced as he peered through the cracked doors. This could work.


    Pushing the doors open with a creak, he stepped inside, greeted by stale air and a sea of dust. Rays of sunlight pierced through the broken windows, illuminating cobwebs and forgotten crates stacked in corners. The spacious interior, despite its state of disrepair, had potential. He couldn¡¯t suppress a small grin; this could be his sanctuary, a place where he could learn more about his quirk.


    He spent hours cleaning, wiping down surfaces, and tossing aside anything too damaged to salvage. By the time he was done, sweat dripped down his forehead, and his shirt clung to his body. The warehouse didn¡¯t look perfect, but it was functional. The wide, open space gave him the room he needed to practice without fear of damaging anything¡ªor anyone.


    He cleaned the sweats streaming down his face with his hoodie and continued to clean. He managed to get it clean with the help of the clone he created with his sand quirk. He let out a sigh when he glanced at the surroundings after cleaning for almost two hours.


    As the sun began to set, casting an amber glow through the cracked windows, Yuta took a moment to breathe, his hands resting on his knees. He could already envision himself here tomorrow, testing his limits, refining his control. The thought both excited and terrified him. He had so much to learn, and the pressure to master his quirk felt heavier every day. But for the first time in a while, he felt like he had a place to focus entirely on himself.


    It was fabulous, some chains and tires were at one corner of the warehouse, different types of tools were kept at a metal table close to the entrance. Yuta realized he might need some of these things for training..


    Satisfied with his progress, Yuta locked the warehouse doors with an old chain he found lying around and made his way home. The walk was quiet, giving him time to plan tomorrow¡¯s training session. He¡¯d start with the basics¡ªcreating precise shapes with sand and controlling the density of his constructs. Then, he¡¯d move on to something more challenging, like creating defensive walls or launching projectiles with precision.


    When he reached his apartment, the moon was already high in the sky. Yuta grabbed a quick meal and collapsed onto his bed, exhaustion tugging at his eyelids. Tomorrow, he thought, would be the start of something new. He had the warehouse, the determination, and the raw potential of his quirk. All he needed now was discipline. With that final thought, he drifted into a restless sleep..


    The night passed slowly for Yuta. Though his body was tired, his mind raced with ideas for tomorrow¡¯s training. Each thought pushed him further away from rest. How could he improve his control? Should he focus on offense or defense?  These questions circled in his head like a sandstorm, relentless and unyielding.

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    When dawn finally broke, Yuta was already awake, the faint sound of birds outside mixing with the hum of city life. He quickly threw on his training gear¡ªan old hoodie and loose pants that allowed him to move freely. Grabbing a bag filled with water, snacks, and a notebook for jotting down progress, he slipped out of his apartment.


    He boarded the train as it rode for some while before getting to his destination. The walk to the warehouse was brisk, the crisp morning air energizing him. The streets were still quiet, with only a few early risers going about their day. Yuta felt a small sense of pride as he approached the building. It might not look like much, but it was his now¡ªa place where he could build himself up, away from prying eyes and judgmental stares.


    Unlocking the makeshift chain, he stepped inside and was immediately greeted by the earthy smell of dust and metal. The space seemed almost welcoming now that it was cleaned. Sunlight poured through the windows, creating patterns on the concrete floor.


    Yuta set his bag down in the center of the room and took a moment to survey his surroundings. The open space was perfect for large-scale training, and the old crates stacked in the corners could serve as impromptu targets. He could already feel the potential of this place.


    He rolled his shoulders, stretching to loosen up his muscles. He did some push ups, realizing it''s not enough, he pushed his limits further as he entered phase 2, doing some squats and jogging.


    That''s enough warm up for now, let''s get started.


    Yuta stretched his body once again and cracked his fingers. He took his stance and stretched out his fingers as sand sprouted out from the ground.


    He sent out a parade of sand with just a wave of his right hand as it sprouted out the ground. He pivoted sideways while keeping his focus and concentration at max. He jumped to the air and shot a bullet shaped sand towards the crates he had set up.


    A hole was left in the crate when the sand-shaped bullet passed through it. Not enough.


    Upon crashing on the pavement, he swung his right leg in the direction of the warehouse wall, launching a powerful sand blade shooting in the direction of the metal wall and inflicting a scar.


    Not enough.


    He rushed towards the crate he had previously positioned and clasped both hands together in the direction of the crates, generating a hurricane of sand that blew out every crate he had previously positioned.


    ¡®Not strong enough.¡¯ He wiped the sweat from his eyebrows with his arm and proceeded once more in his training, not giving himself any more spare time to slack off.


    With fragments of sand stuck to Yuta''s arm, he outstretched his hand. He swept his arm around the air as the grains of sand formed tiny needle-like objects that sped straight through the warehouse''s metal wall.


    When Yuta realised how damaging the technique was, he felt shivers down his spine. ¡°That''s amusing.¡±


    When Yuta made the decision to take a water break, his hand was at its breaking point. He went up to his backpack and unzipped it. After grabbing his water and snacks, he closed his backpack and settled down to eat on the floor.This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.


    Stuffing his mouth with lots of snacks, he glanced at his muscles when he noticed it started getting sour. He swallowed his snacks and gulped up the bottle of water.


    Yuta stood from the floor 2 minutes later after devouring his delicious snacks and stretched his muscles a little bit before continuing on his training.


    When he realised his route as a vigilante wasn''t as simple as he believed, he didn''t hesitate to push himself above his limit every single day at the warehouse.


    Given his role as a vigilante, he needs to improve his strength, agility, flexibility, and ability to reflect. In order to enhance and develop his eccentricity in any way he could, he seized this freedom.


    Yuta finished stretching his body, hands on his knees, breathing profusely as he tried to calm his breath.


    Round two.


    When Yuta was training, he couldn''t help but constantly motivate himself. He performed push-ups and a couple more laps around the warehouse. Sweating heavily, he cleansed his weathered palms and wiped the sweat from his brows.


    Rather than pay for a suit for his vigilante activity, Yuta chose to use his sand quirk to disguise himself by covering his entire face with sand, leaving just his eyes visible.


    A typhoon of sand rose from the floor and slammed into the wall as Yuta smashed the ground with his right foot as the sound echoed throughout the building.


    Sweat trickled down his face as he concentrated on his sand quirk. Creating quicksand beneath his feet, he tossed a crate in. With a swift kick, sand surged upwards, forming a sharp, slicing arc. The crate split in half cleanly.


    He tried the same tactic once more but got a more advanced result than the first trial. Yuta wet his lips with his tongue and proceeded to the next round.


    He formed a clone of himself  and chose to target it. The instant he struck the immobile clone, Yuta energy would be burn out and the clone would regenerate as quickly as possible.


    Yuta noticed something when he attacked the clone earlier. Yuta stood frozen, staring at the sand clone he''d just created. The perfect replica moves fluidly. Testing its strength, Yuta struck the clone hard, watching it crumble into grains and reform in seconds. A startling realization hit him¡ªif he could mold sand into a clone, what about his own body? If nothing can harm his sand clone then that doesn''t mean he''s the same? Will he get hurt?


    Yuta was struck dumbfounded when he realized something important. He stretched his left  index finger covered with sharp sandy claws towards his right hand as he poke his arm slowly.


    He let out a small scream when he poke his own hands as a small amount of blood emerged from his hand.


    ¡°Got a long way to go!¡±


    He cleaned the small amount of blood from his right hand and concentrated more on his training. He created the sand clone once more as he started unleashing different types of attack towards the clone who was just regenerating rapidly.


    How does it regenerate rapidly? Would I ever be strong enough to do this trick I''m witnessing right now?


    The question is¡ªhow do I turn my body to sand? How do I get my body to be immune to any attacks like my clone?


    Yuta started thinking and plotting ways for him to develop. He put the thought aside and proceeded to train a little before going on a break. He set up the remaining crates while he fired some sand balls towards each and everyone of them. He leaped up the air and swung his arm causing sand blades to come flying towards the remaining crates which slit them all in half.


    He fell heavily on the ground, his body drenched in sweat, and exhaustion began to accumulate. When Yuta attempted to use his quirk for flight, he focused and closed his eyes.


    Sand grains started swirling around his leg as it flared up when he tried to lift himself up. Yuta collapsed to the floor, breathing intensively, sweats streaming down his body and muscles sour.


    Yuta crawled to the corner of the warehouse where he dropped his backpack earlier as he managed to unzip it and brought out his bottle of water. Sipping it, he was shocked by the sound of gunfire. When he approached the warehouse''s entrance and peeked out, he spotted barely anybody nearby.


    Yuta closed the door and continued his training.  Yuta had spent countless hours attempting to master the art of flight with his sand-based quirk. In the quiet expanse of the training ground, he molded, shaped, and re-shaped grains into platforms, wings, and even crude jets. Each attempt ended in failure: the sand would crumble, flare up, or lose cohesion under his weight. Frustration gnawed at him, but he refused to give up.


    As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of gold and crimson, inspiration struck. Yuta realized the key wasn¡¯t brute force or rigid constructs¡ªit was flow. Mimicking how wind carried sand effortlessly, he envisioned a swirling current beneath his feet. With newfound clarity, Yuta compressed the sand into a spiraling vortex, creating a steady lift. Tentatively, he stepped onto it, letting his power balance the forces.


    The rush of air, the lightness beneath him¡ªit worked. For the first time, Yuta hovered above the ground, a triumphant smile breaking across his face. Flight was no longer a dream¡ªit was his reality.


    He flew..


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    Yuta''s excitement diverted him, and when the sand beneath his legs flared up, he slammed onto the the floor.


    Ouch!


    ¡°I did it!¡±


    When Yuta realised he had made progress and had taken a step, he couldn''t contain his happiness. When he tried to recall how he accomplished it, he sat on the floor with his legs crossed.


    Let''s give it another trial.


    He jolted off the floor and dusted the dust from his pants.


    Okay, Yuta. Breath in¡­breath out. In and out. In and¡­out.


    Slowly and methodically, the grains of sand assembled around Yuta''s legs, while he consciously focused completely. He began to fly gently, inch by inch, from the earth as the sand grains transformed into a swirling whirlwind around his legs.


    Yuta was astounded by his hard-earned improvement, but that was only the beginning; he had to visualise his own movement and demonstrate it. He concentrated on moving the sand that was circling his legs as he began to move.


    He soared above the earth and circled the warehouse quickly in midair. Yuta then made a gentle, steady landing on the ground. Sweat began to pour from his body as he collapsed to his knees once more due to tiredness. After wiping his brows, he collapsed to the ground, face down.


    Yuta could hear the pounding of his heartbeat, which seemed to be about to burst. As he strained to crawl to his backpack and unzip it, he realised he was out of water and tried to regulate his breathing, but it was impossible.


    This is torture¡­


    ¡°Fuck!¡±


    ¡®Wait! Shouldn''t I send my clone to get me a bottle of water from the mall?¡¯


    He tried to summon his clone with his quirk but it instantly flared up due to lack of stamina and strength.


    Guess I''ll have to go¡­.


    When Yuta discovered that nothing was amiss, he put on his shirt, left the warehouse, and looked around the region. Through the streets he went. He observed the city''s splendour, the streets humming with people and lights, and the sub shun down upon the metropolis.


    Yuta saw a gentleman in a gray suit sitting along the road reading a newspaper. ¡°Excuse me sir. Do you know of any nearby mall where I can afford a bottle of water?¡±


    The man blinked and closed the newspaper. ¡°Sorry?¡±


    Yuta put his hands behind his head again  with a smile on his face and asked once more. ¡°Do you know of any nearby mall where I can afford a bottle of water?¡±


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    The man cleared his throat. ¡°Yes I do. Go straight ahead and take the right route to the street with a huge poster on the wall, then take the left route and you''ll see a mall.¡±


    Yuta bowed and thanked the man. ¡°Thank you very much sir.¡±


    Yuta turned after giving the man his thanks and started walking when the man called again.


    ¡°You better be careful, boy.¡± The man in a gray suit gave him a warning and continued reading his newspaper.


    ¡°Thanks.¡± Yuta waved at the man and continued his journey. He got to the street and turned right as the man instructed. Walking for a couple of minutes, he saw the street and took his left once more and walked for another couple of minutes and saw the mall straight ahead.


    Thank God.


    Yuta stormed into the mall after clearing his throat. He strolled over and picked up a little snack and a bottle of cold water. He approached the desk and made every effort to maintain a straight face and a kind smile so as not to give the impression that he was a weirdo or nerd.


    ¡°How much is it?¡±


    The man picked the two bottles of water and the snacks as the machine read it and detailed the price. ¡°190 yen. That''s your bill, mister.¡±


    Yuta brought out his wallet and gave the man 190 yen and thanked him in a tired lazy tone. ¡°Ok, thanks.¡±


    ¡°Come visit again!¡± The man waved at Yuta who nodded reluctantly to him.


    Yuta held the white lyon bag on his left arm as he started walking back to his solace¡ªthe warehouse. On his way going, eyes gleaming with tiredness and sweats streaming down his body, he felt disgusted.


    He crashed into a man and quickly apologized while bowing his head when the man tried to threaten him but he kept apologizing.


    ¡°Brat, you gotta watch your road.¡± The man snarled.


    ¡°I''m so sorry.¡± Yuta kept it short and bowed when the man hissed and walked away with his left hand on his pocket while a girl with a cigarette on her lips was clinging onto the man''s other hand.


    Yuta made his way back to the abandoned warehouse and crashed into the floor breathing heavily. ¡®Damn! I''m exhausted from all the walking.¡¯ He opened the lyon and took the snack and a chill bottle of water. He ate and drank the water and rested for almost 30 minutes to stack up his energy to continue his training before going home.


    When Yuta closed his eyes, sand particles whirled around his leg and lifted him off the ground and into the air. Still covering his face with his sand-solidified mask for his vigilante disguise.


    In the process of dispersing the sand, he performed a front flip, sending a torrent of sand flying from his foot that slashed and leaves a scar on the warehouse''s metal wall.


    He summoned his clone, meanwhile, Yuta''s energy was burning out rapidly. He sent a series of slashing sands towards the clone who guided himself with a sand wall. Yuta focused on offense why his clone focused on defense.


    The clone managed to block a few of Yuta''s attacks then the ones he couldn''t would slice him in half and in that instance he''ll regenerate. Yuta breathed heavily but still pushed himself past his limit in every single attack.


    The next series of attacks he sent towards his clone sliced through the sand wall and sliced the clone in half as it flared up without regenerating any longer. Yuta knew he was at his peak right now when his legs started shaking.


    His vision blurred at the instant, heart was aching and could hear the sound of his heartbeat. Is this the end? He questioned himself as he dropped down and passed out for a couple of hours.


    He woke up due to his grumbling stomach and took the other bottle of water and rinsed his face while he drank the rest of it. He packaged all his belongings into his backpack and cleaned up the warehouse.


    He exited his training ground and closed up the doors to the warehouse with the chains inside as he made his way home staggering. As he walked straight ahead to the crossroads to catch a ride, he noticed several children bullying other children with their quirks, but he ignored them. Only thing on his mind right now was to get home as quickly as possible.


    He grabbed a cab to the closest subway station, purchased his ticket and boarded the train. The doors automatically opened for him when the train announced his destination after a few minutes.


    He got to his neighborhood and cracked a little smile on his face so as not to look so pale. He got to his house and unlocked the door with his keys.


    With a tired and lazy tone he exclaimed. ¡°I''m home!¡±


    He went straight up to his room and pulled off his clothes that smelled badly and hit the bathroom for a long hot bath. While in the shower, he reminisced about his workout in the warehouse and smiled when he flew with his quirk.


    Hard work really pays.


    He turned off the shower and cleaned his body while he exited the bathroom. He changed into his pajamas and proceeded to wash his dirty clothes in the laundry machine. For some minutes, he watched the clothing twirl while standing there. He removed his clothes and laid them out on the rooftop immediately the laundry machine stopped.


    His nose piqued a unique scent coming from the kitchen while his stomach growled from hunger. He rushed to the dinning and took his seat waiting for his mom to dish him his food. He couldn''t wait any longer when he began to drool which was so creepy.


    Itadakimasu!!


    Yuta said his thanks and rushed his delicious curry. He asked for a second and a third round to fill himself up. He let out a sigh when he reached his limit and thanked his mom again for the delicious curry.


    He helped clean the dishes with his mom and made his way to his bedroom upstairs. He locked the door so he wouldn''t be interrupted and jumped into his bed. With a beautiful smile on his face, he lay face up and gazed up at the stars outside his room window. Then, as exhaustion and sleepiness set in, Yuta fell asleep like a baby.


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    The sun dipped down the horizon when Yuta woke up. After having his meal and bath as quickly as possible, he packed a few snacks from the fridge and water bottles in his backpack and left the house to get back to his comfort¡ª-the warehouse.


    In an attempt to better master his quirk, he departs on his journey once more. As he got off, the doors automatically opened for him and the train announced his destination. After calling out a taxi, he drove for a few more minutes.


    Yuta paid the driver and took his time as he walked over to the abandoned warehouse he used to train. Getting there he let out a smile and wondered what he''s to accomplish today unlike yesterday he learnt how to fly with his sand quirk.


    He unlocked the chains he used to lock up the doors of the warehouse and walked inside, dropping his backpack, he changed into his training gears and proceeded to stretch his muscles.


    Yuta did a few laps of jogging around the warehouse, did some push-ups and sit-ups when his body broke into sweat. He wiped off the sweat from his forehead with his right hand, and decided to do a few laps of the sidestep.


    Yuta stood at the edge of the warehouse, inhaling deeply. His feet moved fluidly, gliding left, then right, in a steady rhythm. Each sidestep was sharp and controlled, his arms aiding balance. The burn in his legs intensified, but he didn¡¯t falter, his focus fixed on completing the laps. His breaths came in bursts as sweat trickled down his temples. By the final lap, exhaustion weighed on him but he didn''t back down.


    Yuta closed his eyes and maintained his focus, while he controlled grains of sand that clung on his back as it formed two wings. He flapped the wings continuously and flew off the ground.


    Next phase.


    Yuta placed his five fingers on his face and suddenly, his whole face was covered with solidified sand. He started his training by throwing some sand blade attacks from his legs and hands.


    He sprinted around the warehouse ducking an imaginarable attack while rolling, sending out a series of sand blades by swinging his right arm. He spun around while sands swirls together forming a sandy tornado that blew everything in range away.


    When Yuta saw that it was improper to display such an attack, he screamed with his jaw lowered. He also noticed that the crates and other training supplies had been blown away, leaving the ground covered in sand grains.


    Shit!


    Yuta scratched his hair with his other hand on his waist when he controlled all the sand scattered on the floor into a ball of sand.


    What should he do?


    He dismissed the sand ball and pivoted backwards whole crouching down taking a pose. He created his clone once again and this time, his clone was on offense while he focused on defense.


    The clone charged at Yuta who was highly prepared for any attacks, sending a series of sand balls towards Yuta, he created a huge sand wall that sprouted out from the ground that shielded him from the attack.


    With no time to formulate ideas, the clone lunged behind Yuta and swung his leg emitting a sand blade, but Yuta was able to dodge in time because of hisp00 body''s reflexes.If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    Oops!!


    Before Yuta could raise his head and glance at his clone, he was caught off guard by his own clone who sent a sand bullet straight to his skull when his eyes widened in shock and quickly realized he wouldn''t be able to dodge or block the attack.


    Shit! Shit!! Is this the end?!


    When Yuta blinked, sweat streaming down his face, he realized he wouldn''t be able to block it either or quickly dodge the attack that was about to pierce his skull.


    He gulped some spits when his life flashed before his eyes. Was he going to die untimely? Did he live until this day to get killed by his own clone? His own quirk?


    His heart felt like it was going to flare up from the inside at the moment as he saw the sand bullet about to strike his head when his body reflected on his own and his right hand swung through the air as the sand bullet flared up into sand particles that blinded him for a few seconds.


    Am I dead? Is this the afterlife ?


    He opened his eyes when his vision became blurry and suddenly, it was bright and sunny, the sun reflected through the broken glass when Yuta saw his clone standing and staring into his soul when he felt chills run down his spine.


    Why I''m I not dead? What did I do?


    Yuta blinked twice once more and touched his skin to ensure if he was still alive and yes he was¡­he was alive. Yuta''s mind flashed when he realized what happened in that sudden moment of tragedy.


    He got rid of his clone first and settled down to catch his breath. ¡°I definitely need some water.¡± He crawled towards his backpack and unzipped the bag and picked the chilled bottle of water as he gulped it all the way down to his stomach.


    He let out a sigh and scratched his head. What really happened? He closed his eyes and maintained his concentration when his mind suddenly rewinded back to what really happened a while ago.


    After a few minutes of concentration, he finally got a grasp of what really happened. ¡°My body reflected on his own on the brink of death when I swung my right hand mid air and¡­..and¡­the sand bullet flared up?¡±


    Huuuuh?


    Wait¡­wait. Did I just turn my opponent''s attack into sand?


    Tell me this ain''t real!


    ¡°Did I  just fucking turned my clone attack into sand? First, I noticed my clone was immune to any kinds of attacks while I''m not and..second¡­I can turn his attack to sand?¡±


    Is this for real?


    Wait? Won''t I be super cool if  I can pull that kind of stuff? Turning attacks to sand?


    How fucking awesome is this!!


    I''ll have to give it another try but isn''t it gonna be super difficult to pull off in one go? It could be dangerous and¡­.I might hurt myself.


    When Yuta started to consider the unexpected and unique method of mastering his quirk, his mind was already heating up quite a bit.. He let out another sigh and sat crossed leg on the floor.


    I shouldn''t do it with my clone or less I''m gonna get hurt real bad so I''ll just try it myself¡­.


    Yuta raised his left arm and created a circular shape of sand and made it float mid air. He moved the circular sand object further, slow and steady when he pointed his right palm towards it and clenched his palm but nothing happened.


    Hm?


    He tried again as he clenched with his right fist to make the sand ball flare up but no way¡­


    ¡°Damn!!¡±


    Why won''t it work?!!!


    Yuta was incapable of being upset with himself. Lol..he tried over and over, but still, the result he got was futile. He called forth his sand clone once again and began his training if maybe it only works when he was in a near death situation.


    The clone launched another series of sand blades towards Yuta who quickly pivoted sideways to dodge the first attack and formed a sand ball that covered his whole body from the attack.


    Before Yuta could analyze his next movement, sand spikes emerged from the ground while he was being covered with his sand ball. His eyes widened when he saw the sand aiming for him as he quickly dodge and got himself wounded from the attack.


    ¡®This clone is capable of pulling up surprising tricks.¡¯ He did a backflip to get some distance between himself, cleaning the blood from his cheeks, the clone flared up into sand particles when Yuta''s eyes widened in shock knowing he wasn''t at his limit yet.


    Yuta was confused and kept his guard to the maximum when his clone suddenly appeared before his eyes and delivered a decisive kick to Yuta''s abdomen making him fly all the way to the other end of the warehouse.


    The clone flared up once again and appeared beside Yuta who was struck dumbfounded once more and barely able to block the incoming attack with a sand wall. Yuta began turning circles in his spot in order to figure out where his clone would come from.


    Where? Where is it going to attack from?


    Wait¡­isn''t he a clone? Then how''s it possible for him to exhibit such an amazing attack when I can''t?


    Yuta has been restless, getting caught off guard by his own clone, not just once, but keep getting to experience new tricks through his own clone created through sand¡­


    I guess my clone is at his own peak right now.


    ¡°This is becoming interesting!!¡±


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    Can''t believe my clone is way superior to me right now!


    What kind of trick is he gonna pull off this time?


    Yuta''s eyes were scanning the whole warehouse, glancing around to spot his clone but no, he didn''t see anything. Yuta''s fist was clenched and he had already taken his stance, ready for any surprise attack.


    The clone appeared above Yuta who quickly leaped backwards and launched a sand blade attack by swinging his right arm towards his clone. The sand blade came in contact with the clone and was slit in half.


    Yuta smirks for just a second then the clone regenerates once more as Yuta jaws drop to the floor.


    What''s with this clone? Is it a trickster?


    Yuta wiped the sweats from his brows and maintained his breath when exhaustion finally kicked in.


    Oh shit!! This is going too far. Can''t say this is training anymore since this clone is about to assassinate me.


    Yuta was covered in bruises all over his body, fatigue and exhaustion had already weighed on him and his vision was getting blurry every second.


    Yuta was drenched in sweat which made his movement slack off but he kept advancing, throwing a series of attacks towards the clone which was just regenerating rapidly. The clone flicked his fingers upward when sand sprouted out the ground and grapped Yuta''s legs.


    Fuck!!


    The clone charged at Yuta who was caught firmly on the ground. At the same time the clone was about to collide with Yuta, Yuta exclaimed as he clenched his fist making the clone and the sand that held him down flared up instantly.


    I did it!!


    Yuta was at the brink of collapsing when he raised his right hand upwards and screamed with his last energy when he finally won against his clone and fell down unconscious.


    He slept on the floor for hours, his body became sticky from the dried sweats and particles of sand clung onto his body.


    The day drifted quickly when Yuta gained his consciousness, opening his eyes slowly, he jolted off from the ground in shock when he felt pains all over his body.


    He turned his gaze around and blinked twice before his mind rewinded back to what happened before passing


    out. He stood up and dust off the sand particles that clung onto his body and walked towards his backpack to grab his snacks and a bottle of water.


    Yuta ate to his fill and sat crossed leg on the metal floor of the warehouse while he meditated on the spar he had earlier with his clone and how he was able to turn his clone attack to dust.


    I was able to pull off the trick in the least second!


    If I can shapeshift my opponent''s attack to sand particles without touching them, then doesn''t that mean I''ll be a broken op?


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    I mean, If I can turn my body to sand and also turn any attacks to sand?


    Can''t wait!!


    Doing some stretches to free up the stiff bones, Yuta stood, ready to go to the next round. Yuta swallowed some spits, took in some air and let it out. He created a huge sand ball and made it float mid air when he tried to extinguish the sand.


    Finally! He did it!!


    ¡°Awesome!¡±


    Yuta smiled, heart racing so hard, sweats drifting down his cheeks and brows when he drifted into laughter. He laughed aloud in happiness when his eyes started getting wet, precisely getting choked by laughter.


    He called out his clone once more and broke out into a spar yet again. This time, he understood it, he understands it now!!


    The clone charged at Yuta and sent a sand fist that emerged from the ground when Yuta leaped to the air to dodge the attack and with a snap of his fingers, the ground under the clone turned into a quicksand.


    The legs of the clone sinked into the ground when Yuta delivered a powerful sand punch that shattered the clone into sand particles.


    The particles spread over the floor merged together and the clone was ready to go round 2 again. The clone sent a long sand blade by swinging his right leg when Yuta smirked and snapped his fingers causing the outburst of the sand blade.


    How does it feel?


    Yuta couldn''t contain his excitement and began laughing with his arms over his stomach as the clone charged again but Yuta ducked and dodge the attack.


    Yuta back flipped away to keep distance but the clone charged again, sparing no time for Yuta to think of any strategy while Yuta just focused on getting his new ability to prefecture.


    Series of attacks was turned into sand particles by Yuta who just started enjoying his spar with his clone. Understanding how it works, got him to take the upper hand during the friendly spar when he decided to take it seriously and tried to exhibit each and every move he has learnt all this while.


    As Yuta shot skyward, sand particles formed and clung to his back while the clone kept charging at him. He quickly flung his sand wings in midair while his clone merely gave him a sidelong glance from the ground.


    Mimicking Yuta¡¯s ability, the clone was able to do the same with Yuta and flew into the air when Yuta''s eyes widened.


    Trickster!!


    Yuta smirked as he watched his clone fly directly at him when he clapped both hands together as the sand wings that clung onto the back of the clone flared up.


    I''m getting used to this!


    Sand immediately sprang up from the ground and grabbed the clone''s limbs as soon as it reached the floor. Yuta balled both fists as the sand ripped off the clone''s limbs¡­


    Easy!


    The sand grains gathered again and the clone emerged from it. Giving no time for the clone to attack, Yuta sent a series of sand bullets which shot through the clone as he regenerated instantly¡­


    An idea instantly shot through Yuta''s brain when he quickly analyzed and perfected the move. Sand-like portals appeared behind Yuta who was still at mid air as different sand animals emerged from it and charged at the clone all at once at a decent speed.


    Flawless!!


    ¡°This is interesting, hahaha.¡±


    *cough**cough* Yuta covered his mouth with his right palm but when he removed it, he saw blood on his palms and realized he had pushed himself more than his usual time limit using his clone.


    Gotta round up as soon as possible or I''m gonna die!


    Yuta created the clone yet again when he coughed another round of blood but he still pushed on. Pushed through his limit and went ultra.


    He unveiled the wings clinging to his back, performed a front flip, and landed a blow that the clone halted with both hands over his head. Yuta''s legs followed by sending out a long drill of sand, slicing the clone in half.


    Yuta rushed the clone this time in close combat when he infused his quirk with his martial arts techniques. The clone was forced to go full defense. After a short period of time exchanging blows, the adrenaline shot through Yuta''s body when fatigue and exhaustion weighed him down with blood streaming down his nose.


    That caused the outburst of his clone when he fell down, unable to move any longer, could hear his heartbeat, vision blurry and finally passed out when his body fell down to the floor.


    Yuta could''ve killed himself pushing through his limit and with that, he was able to analyze new techniques with the help of sparring with his clone.


    Yuta finally understood it now, he was able to turn his clone attack to sand. He had not yet attained the pinnacle of his ability to touch anything, whether it be solid or not, and transform it into sand.


    He was getting there, carefully and steadily, he has learnt far more than he did when he trained alone without his clone. If he was to learn how to erase anything from existence by just the touch of his fingers, then he''ll be crazy op¡ªI mean, he''s gonna get there but he''s not at the level for that.


    He just had to flow with nature and reality than dive into something he doesn''t know if it''ll bring harm to his own life afterwards.


    Time flew, the day getting darker, the crimson moonlight filtered through the broken windows of the warehouse. Yuta opened his eyes, still laying down on the floor with grains of sand all over his body.


    His muscles hurt so much that he could not move, and the pain shot through every vein in his body. Yuta let out a groan as he dragged himself across the warehouse to his backpack and grabbed his bottle of water, swallowing it whole.


    After he had had enough, he dropped the empty bottle onto the floor and gritted his teeth as he lifted himself from the ground using his arms.


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    His legs were trembling badly, but he was able to get himself from the ground by wiping the sweats from his brows. He packed everything he owned and walked to his backpack. He locked up the metal door of the warehouse and changed out of his training uniform into his regular clothes before leaving.


    He stumbled left and right as he was moving through the streets and ran into a tall, dark person with a gold dog chain around his neck and a long, black coat. As he continued to walk, Yuta felt a touch on his shoulder, but he was unsure of the precise moment he ran into the towering, dark figure.


    Due to sleep deprivation and fatigue, Yuta turned slowly and had a large dark ball underneath his eyes. ¡°Huh?¡±


    Holding Yuta on the collar, the tall figure growled.¡°Brat! You¡¯ve got some nerves.¡±


    When Yuta''s vision improved, he blinked twice in confusion. The tall, black figure he saw had gold chains around his teeth, wrists, and neck. When Yuta''s thoughts drifted back to how this tall figure had held him, he was shocked. ¡°Would you please kindly allow me to go? I would prefer not to arrive home late, and I definitely crave some rest right now, sir.¡±


    The tall person snaps his fists and neck, grinning. "A pleasure, brat. I''ll be sure to let you fall asleep.¡± The tall, dark person released the young vigilante''s collar and hit Yuta in the face with his golden-ringed fist, causing him to spill blood all over the tall, dark guy.


    The unknown individual with gold chains and tattoos all over his body punched Yuta, who instantly passed out on the road.


    The young vigilante was lifted off the ground and placed on the shoulders of the towering, black figure. The man shook his hands in his pockets, pulled out his cell phone, and dialled a number as he spoke briefly with someone on the phone.


    The dark figure was soon followed by a black car that pulled up to the site, and he put the unconscious Yuta inside as the rear door opened. The tall, dark person cuffed Yuta''s hands behind his back and placed a black blindfold mask around his face to prevent him from fleeing away.


    ¡°Done!¡±


    When the tall, dark person signalled the driver, the driver instantly turned on the engine and drove off.


    The black vehicle came to a stop in a peaceful area after a few minutes of driving, and the man got out and unlocked the rear door while carrying Yuta, who was still asleep, his wrists chained behind his back, and a black blindfold mask encasing his face.


    Yuta was taken into their hiding place by a tall, black man covered in tattoos and chains, who then dumped Yuta to the ground.


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    A man in a hood emerged from a room, his hands covered in blood, and he gazed at the youngster who was lying on the floor with his hands bound behind his back. ¡°Oh¡­look what we have here!¡±


    The dark tall figure who captured Yuta let out a whistle as he lit up his cigarette. ¡°On my way here, I caught this brat, and I believe that if we sell him, he will fetch us a lot of money.¡±


    ¡°Let¡¯s see what we have here.¡± The hooded man walked over Yuta and crouched down as he removed the black blindfold mask used to cover his face, ¡°what a lovely face he¡¯s got.¡±


    Another slim figure walked over to the guy who captured Yuta and spanked him on the back. ¡°Nice work.¡±


    ¡°Bring a bucket of water, let''s say hello to our new product.¡± The man who captured Yuta ordered the newbie who joined their gang a few months ago.


    ¡°Roger!¡±


    The newbie spun his pocket knife and licked up the knife before he left for the bucket of cold water. He arrived in a room and went inside, after filling the bucket with cold water, he dropped it close to the unconscious boy after carrying it back to him.


    ¡°Get the chair here!¡± The leader exclaimed.


    ¡°Sure!¡±


    They brought the metal chair, which was covered with dried blood stains, and then they put Yuta on it, tying his body and leg around it.


    The newbie held the bucket of water and dumped it all over Yuta''s face. Yuta instantly jerked as he opened his mouth to breathe. After he had finally calmed down, he gently opened his eyes to see his entire surroundings.


    Yuta tried to rub his eyes with his hands when he realized both hands and legs were tied to the metal chair he sat down on.


    Fuck!!


    Yuta rotated his head around and glanced at each of the goons, or whatever they were. ¡°Where am I?¡±


    ¡°*Bfff*Hahaha.¡±


    All of them started laughing, and Yuta began to tremble with fear of getting hurt or killed. When he attempted to free his hands but was unable to do so, sweat poured from his brows.


    Yuta could have freed himself, but he chose to go with the flow and decided to bolt for it when he sees an opportunity because he doesn''t know what kind of quirk any of them has.


    One of the gang walked forward and crouched down with his knife on his hand while Yuta was breathing profusely. ¡°You can scream however you want because there won¡¯t be any help from the cops or heroes.¡±


    Yuta¡¯s mind was racing when his mind flashed back and remembered he was hit by someone before passing out. ¡°Before I blacked out, you were the man who grabbed me by the collar and punched me!¡±


    The dark tall figure clasped both hands and let out a whistle. ¡°Oh..scary¡­don''t make a fuss out of it because you''ll be working all your life as a slave.¡±


    ¡°What do you mean by that?¡± Yuta asked with a serious tone while being scared inside.


    ¡°I mean¡­you¡¯ll have to see when the time comes, brat.¡± The man picked up the blindfold and covered Yuta¡¯s eyes once more as they waited for the person to arrive with the cash.


    Time flew by as the day kept getting darker and darker by every minute meanwhile, In addition to being terrified, Yuta kept asking himself, "where is this place?¡±


    The blindfold mask was loosened as Yuta''s eyes widened in shock when he saw a bald man with black suit walking over to him with a golden suitcase.


    The bald man crouched down and looked at Yuta in his eyes as he let out a whistle. ¡°He¡¯s young and he¡¯s the perfect slave I¡¯ve been looking for.¡±


    Huh? Slave? Me?


    Are these guys human traffickers?!


    When Yuta discovered that these individuals were human traffickers and were profiting from the sale of human parts, he was horrified.. Attempting to free himself, Yuta began to shake his body but was unable. Given that he was outnumbered, he is unwilling to employ his quirk.


    After removing Yuta from the chair he was strapped to, the tall, dark figure carried him outside the hideout and put him in the black van. After a successful exchange, the bald man whisked Yuta away, completing the trade.


    In Hosu City, heroes and police officers were unaware of such activities, and this business has been operating for quite a while despite any snitches or rats.


    Yuta was at the back of the van with 3 bodyguards while the bald man was sitting at the front seat along with the driver. Driving for a few hours, the van stopped and the guards carried Yuta outside and walked into an underground hideout.


    The stairs were long and the passage was cramped with foul stench while Yuta¡¯s stomach grumbled from the smell. They got to a gate and the guard input the 6 digit code and the gate opened automatically.


    Everywhere they looked, they witnessed many species being tortured and others confined in prison. When the guards stopped, they opened the gate and tossed Yuta inside with a piece of bread and a bottle of water..


    Finally, the guards left while Yuta was left alone in his cell as the atmosphere turned into a chatter room. The other slaves behind bars started grumbling while some were laughing at Yuta who was just taking in but apparently, Yuta just walked over to the bed and laid down to take a nap before his breakout¡­


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    Yuta slept for a couple of hours, if not two, and woke up feeling energised. He grabbed a piece of bread and ate it while gulping down the cold bottle of water.


    With no guards or cameras in operation, Yuta looked around, cracked his neck and fist, and then, after taking a deep breath, put his hands on his face. Suddenly, solidified sand covered his entire face, revealing only his eyes.


    It''s about time for a prison break!


    Yuta grinned and walked out, slicing the cell in half with a sand blade he swung with his right hand. He tilted his head to the left and right, spotted two lengthy sections, and decided to go in the right direction.


    When the slaves in the bars saw someone get out, they began to yell and strike the wall, drawing the attention of neighbouring guards who hurried to the site to investigate.


    When the guard arrived, he noticed Yuta coming towards him. Before he could use his quirk or summon the other guards, Yuta discharged a sand bullet that struck him in the head. When Yuta saw the guards up ahead, he rushed forward and called out his clone, which made it easier for him to defeat them.


    Using his sand mask as a camouflage for his vigilante persona, he stopped on a three-way street, chose the middle one, and began to charge forward.


    He halted to regain his breath after running for a few minutes, then resumed his race.


    Unforgivable!!


    Investigating the individuals who abducted him and the primary mastermind behind it is something Yuta makes sure to do, although that is not crucial at the moment. His only task is to get out of this situation and return home.


    Yuta rushed at the guard he saw ahead of him, but the guard dodged his attack by turning around. A prison break was signalled by the alarm placed on the hideout as the guard pressed a device on his waist to warn the other guards.


    As the two guards charged him from either side, Yuta assumed his position. With swiftness, Yuta launched a tornado of sand that blew off the guard to his left and hurled a barrage of sand at the other guard.


    More guards continued to show up, but to their surprise, they chose to enslave a vigilante for human trafficking rather than a random youngster. When the guards spotted their colleague''s lying on the ground beneath the youngster with the sand-covered face, they were baffled.


    ¡°Who the fuck is this?!¡± They exclaimed.


    As one of the soldiers hurried forward, he used his quirk to convert his hand into metal strings. The guard sprang to his feet and swung his fist, launching the metal strings in Yuta''s direction as he sprang sideways. The guard twisted the string, sending it hurtling in Yuta''s direction again while he buried himself with a massive heap of sand.


    When Yuta called at his clone, he emerged outside the ball of sand that protected Yuta and launched a massive sand fist, knocking the security guard out cold.


    As he ate a banana in his office, the bald-headed man who had purchased Yuta for trafficking, watched a youngster with his face concealed witness his guards taken out one by one.. ¡°You guys idiot or what?! How can it be so hard beating just one person?!¡±


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    A guard stationed in security cocked his head to the ground. ¡°We are sorry, chairman, but whoever that boy is¡­he¡¯s dangerous.¡±


    ¡°Huh? And you call yourselves gangsters?¡± The bald-headed man exclaimed.


    ¡°But, chairman, we¡¯re up against someone with a sand quirk and he¡¯s tough to deal wi-.¡± Before the guard could finish up his sentence, the chairman clenched his fist and struck him on the face.


    ¡°What are you, retarded? That person either works for me or he¡¯s dead to me.¡± The bald-headed man swallowed his banana.


    ¡°Yes sir!¡±


    The guard left the room and rushed to the site to capture the unidentified individual, but upon arriving, he discovered his fellow guards collapsed on the ground.. ¡°Where the fuck is that brat? I¡¯ll fucking kill him!¡±


    Yuta turned to search his way out after peeking around a corner. He had beaten every guard in his route when he unexpectedly collided with a guard who was on patrol.


    ¡°Hey, there he is! Over here!¡± The guard exclaimed.


    ¡°They are quick! They found me really fast!¡± Yuta sent a wave of sand that knocked the guard right away and turned to run away. Yuta got to a corner and crouched down to calm himself down from all the running.


    Mom will be so mad at me! Got to find a way out as soon as possible without getting caught.


    He smiled eerily as a thought surged through his head. In addition to disguising himself as one of the guards, he made his clone the bait by calling it and getting it to cover its face with sand.


    Nice idea.


    ¡°Over here!!¡± Yuta exclaimed while the guards caught up to him in an instant.


    ¡°Where is he?¡±


    ¡°Over there!¡±


    In order to effectively escape, Yuta pretended to be one of the guards he defeated and wore his clothing while he released his clone to create a little havoc..


    ¡°Freeze!¡± One of the guards yelled to Yuta¡¯s clone who turned slowly with both hands over his head, ¡°If you take a step further, you¡¯re a dead meat.¡±


    As his clone turned and gave the guards his index finger, instructing them to fuck off, Yuta did manage to halt his chuckling.


    ¡°You bastard!!¡±


    A series of sand blades were thrown by Yuta''s clone, but Yuta deftly dodged them while some guards were cut across the chest and others escaped the attack.


    ¡°Wait!¡± Yuta ordered the guards to stop. ¡°Why not set up a trap for him as we are likely to be familiar with the paths of this building?¡±


    ¡°Huh? A trap?¡±


    ¡°A trap, indeed. To bracket him all at once and end his game, we should divide into five groups and take the shortest route..¡±


    ¡°Hm¡­that¡¯s a nice idea and also¡­I haven''t seen you around or are you a newbie?¡±


    ¡°Y-Yes yes. I¡¯m a newbie and I don¡¯t wanna let the chairman or the boss down.¡±


    ¡°Eh¡­that¡¯s good. So let¡¯s leave the chit chat for later after catching the culprit.¡±


    ¡°Sure!¡±


    As Yuta had intended, they divided into five groups, and although the few guards were leading the way, Yuta had already planned his breakout. With a slight slowdown, he caused his clone to flare up at the other end and made it appear directly next to him. Then, Yuta and the clone joined forces to attack every guard with him, leaving only one conscious.


    Sweet!


    ¡°Yo!¡± The guard was stunned and rendered worthless in the current scenario, so Yuta greeted him by extending a finger and shooting one of the guards in the leg with a sand bullet, causing significant bleeding.


    ¡°W-Who are you?¡± The guard stammered as he tried crawling backwards.


    ¡°Don¡¯t think about escaping or shouting for help because if you do¡­then you know what¡¯s going to happen to you.¡± In order to intimidate him, Yuta jabbed a sharp piece of sand into his neck, causing some minor bleeding.


    ¡°W-What do you want?¡± The guard, trembling with terror, asked.


    ¡°Firstly, I¡¯ll have you tell me who your boss is.¡±While his face was covered in sand, Yuta knelt down and sent his clone, who was standing next to him, to go cause some mayhem somewhere else to buy time to flee. He raised one of the unconscious guards by the hair, ¡°fail to tell me, I¡¯ll cut out each finger from all of you.¡±


    ¡®Is he bluffing?¡¯ ¡°I work for Hikigaya-san, the bald-headed guy. I was recruited by him, and he is receiving orders from someone he calls his boss..¡±


    ¡°And who¡¯s that boss?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t know. We¡¯ve never seen him. It''s the truth I swear.¡±


    ¡°Hm¡­so tell me, how do I get out of here and where is this place located?¡±


    ¡°This place is located in Hosu City, Hiyama District.¡±


    ¡®I¡¯ve been transported quite far from home.¡¯ ¡°Okay¡­lead the way out of this building and don¡¯t turn around.¡±


    ¡°S-Sure!¡±


    With his senses sharpened for any surprise attack, Yuta trailed behind the guard as he rose from the ground and led the way out of the hideout.


    After fleeing for a short distance, Yuta used his quirk to cut the gate in half as they reached the hideout''s exit. As he crouched, he noticed numerous lights and guards scouting the area while he started to come up with fresh plans.


    Yuta, who was still disguised as a security guard, called out, drawing the attention of every patrolling guard. After knocking the guard unconscious, he covered his face with sand that had cemented, leaving a small opening for his eyes and breathing.


    ¡°I''ve captured the inmate who escaped out of the cell!¡± Yuta exclaimed as he held the guard by the collar and threw him at the floor.


    ¡°So, this meatball was the one who broke out?¡±


    ¡°Indeed, he caused major damage to my subordinate, and I was able to capture him with their assistance..¡±


    ¡°Goodwork. Go take a rest while we take him to the chairman.¡±


    ¡°I appreciate that, but I''ll have to keep an eye until you get back from the chairman''s office.¡±


    ¡°Oh, really? That¡¯s a great help buddy.¡±


    When the guard looked away, Yuta grinned and quickly dispatched his clone that was causing chaos inside the building.¡­


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    It¡¯s time!


    Yuta stepped out of the dim hideout into the open, the cold air brushing against his face. His eyes scanned the area, taking in the numerous guards patrolling the perimeter. "Too many... can''t fight them all," he muttered. With a flick of his hand, the ground shifted; sand surged upward like a sudden desert storm, blinding and disorienting the guards. Shouts echoed as they scrambled to react. Yuta didn¡¯t wait¡ªhe molded sand wings at his back and soared into the sky. The wind whipped past as he flew away, the chaos below ensuring no one followed him¡ªthis time.


    I''m free!!


    Before the guards could get a grasp of what just happened, he had escaped¨CYuta had escaped.


    Since it was dark, perhaps around 10 p.m., Yuta could hardly see where he was going, and he believed his mom was furious.


    What I''m I gonna tell her?


    Yuta shook his head after he flew for approximately 10-15 minutes after escaping. Lowering himself to the ground, he was unsure of what to do.


    Should he fly all the way home? Or should he drop down and take the road?


    He undoubtedly understands that using his quirk is against the law, and if a hero witnesses him doing so, it may be too much for him or his mother to endure.


    He would likely fight back to get away even if he were spotted by a hero, but he isn''t yet prepared to face off against any of the top ten heroes.


    Yuta hadn''t even eaten a decent breakfast or slept through the day, so he wasn''t in a good enough state to fight anyone at this time.


    He was abducted for human trafficking after collapsing on his way home after exceeding his daily limit twice. After resting for an hour during the day, he resumed fighting with his quirk while enduring pains in his muscles.


    Isn''t he tired? Yes, he was¡­


    Yuta dropped down from the air slowly as he dispatched the sandy wings that clung to his back. ¡°Perhaps I''ll locate a hotel in the area so I can relax..¡± He hummed to himself.


    But how will he find a hotel?


    Oh¡­fuck!! No wallet! No phone! No credit card.


    He realized.


    Fuck shit!!


    Yuta was hopeless since he could barely see anyone closeby to ask for directions.


    Wait¡­ What if he used his quirk to camp for the night?


    Oh no! He can''t¡­


    Yuta wandered around the city in the middle of the night looking for where to spend the night. After hours of wandering, his head became dizzy while his visions started fading away.


    He was standing next to a street pole when he noticed a car approaching. He raced into the middle of the road and waved his hands at the approaching cab as it got closer and closer and realised it was a taxi.


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    ¡°Hey, brat! Get out of the way! Can''t you see it''s the middle of the night!¡± The man exclaimed, bringing out his head outside the window.


    The taxi was coming with a decent speed while Yuta still stood in the middle of the road waving his hands ignoring the shit the driver just said.


    ¡°Taxi¡­!¡± Yuta exclaimed with all his strength.


    Matching the brakes, the tires screeched as the taxi got slower and slower as it stopped just a few inches away from Yuta who stood still while waving.


    ¡°Do you wanna die?!¡± The taxi driver yelled.


    ¡°I will pass away when the time comes, but I truly need to get home, and I''m lost, so could you kindly help me?¡± Yuta knelt down as he pleaded for the man to drive him home. ¡°I lost my phone and wallet so I really don''t have any money with me.¡±


    ¡°Huh?How did you get here in the first place without a phone or wallet if you don''t know how to get home?¡±


    ¡°Although it''s complex, this is the reality. Could you help me go home? I swear to pay you back whenever we cross paths..¡±


    ¡°Get your ass inside my Lamborghini brat.¡±


    Eh? This..lamborghini? Don''t make me laugh!


    Yuta hopped in the back of the cab and gave the taxi driver his house address. The driver fired  the engine as he tightened his seat belt and drove off. Yuta finally got home after a long drive since he normally uses the train whenever he''s going for training.


    Yuta hopped down the taxi as he bowed and thanked the driver several times. ¡°Thank you so much, mister.¡±


    ¡°You''re not welcome, brat. Since you''re grown, next time don''t ever lose your wallet or your phone. You''re not a kid.¡±


    ¡°Well then, goodnight.¡±


    Yuta was very thankful for the man who helped him and not just that, the man also advised him and he took note of that. Waving off the man, he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath before unlocking the door.


    The door creaked open as Yuta walked inside his house and saw his mom on the couch who tilted her head down.


    ¡°H-Hey mo-¡± Yuta couldn''t finish his statement before he felt his mother''s whole palm on his right cheek. Before Yuta could say anything else, his mom broke into tears as she hugged him while Yuta broke into tears also in his mother''s arms.


    ¡°I''m so sorry mom. Sorry for making you so worried.¡±


    ¡°Say..Yuta, what happened? I tried calling you thousands of times but it was unreachable and seeing the day getting so late, I can''t get myself to sleep.¡±


    ¡°I''m sorry mom..but it''s gonna be alright. I''m here for you now. Sincerely, I had to go back and look for my wallet and phone after losing them on the way home, but I was unable to locate them.I had to walk, but when someone saw me, he told me to hop into his cab, which provided me a free ride home..¡±


    ¡°You stink like a pig¡­go take your bath and come downstairs for your late night dinner.¡±


    ¡°Sure mom, but first  you have to let me loose so I can go take my bath.¡±


    ¡°Shut up, cheeky brat and don''t tell your mom what to do.¡±


    ¡°Okay okay.¡±


    Yuta broke free from his mother''s embrace and walked upstairs to his bedroom. Pushing the door to his bedroom open, he walked inside and went straight to the shower.


    Getting his body soaked with the warm water, he began to think what kind of human traffickers those guys were.


    Do they sell human parts for money?


    Yuta knew either way or the other he''s gonna uncover the truth behind them and with that, he turned off the shower and cleaned his body.


    Walking downstairs, his stomach grumbled loudly when his nose piqued the nice aroma of food coming from the kitchen.


    He got to the dining table and took his seat while his mom dished his portion of food.


    Itadakimasu!!


    He ate his fill and got a second and third round of miso soup since he hadn''t eaten any proper food throughout the whole day.


    ¡°Is it amazing?¡±


    ¡°Sure mom. You''re the best.¡±


    After enjoying his dinner, Yuta sat in his chair for approximately five more minutes in order to let his stomach settle a bit and allow him to return to his bedroom.


    Five minutes passed as he let out a sigh and got his ass out of the dining room.


    ¡°Mom, can you promise me you won''t wake me up in the morning please?¡±


    ¡°Hm..sure, why?¡±


    ¡°I haven''t gotten some decent rest in a  while so can you do me the favour of helping prepare breakfast and lunch for me before going to work?¡±


    ¡°Alright, go have some rest. I love you sweetie.¡±


    ¡°Goodnight and I  love you too mom.¡±


    Yuta''s mom hugged him and gave Yuta a goodnight kiss on his forehead while moving upstairs as he shut and locked his bedroom door and jumped on his bed.


    He turned from staring at the ceiling to the world clock that was affixed to the wall of his room. He noticed that it was twenty-five minutes to one, which was around the early hours of the next day.


    ¡°In addition to having to study for my upcoming test, I suppose I should go buy a brand-new phone tomorrow at the very least..¡±


    He hummed to himself with a calm tone, ¡°but what should I do about those human traffickers? I should probably train some more before investigating that.¡±


    Wonder what kind of mastermind is behind it all.


    Yuta knew deep down that he would most likely battle for the second time and deal with the mastermind himself if he could find him.


    Well, that''s that. Time to sleep!


    Yuta got up, turned out the lights, and then he closed his eyes, wrapped his blanket around himself, and lay back in bed. Yuta fell asleep in a matter of seconds as his snoring grew louder.


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    For two consecutive days, Yuta had been sleeping like a baby without his mother waking him up. At midday, Yuta awoke with a huge yawn and used his left hand to touch his stomach.


    So hungry!


    With his hair all messy and his chick covered with dried saliva from all the snoring, he sat on his bed. He had severe pain in his head for a minute, as if it had been struck by a hammer.


    How long was he asleep? He didn''t know.


    Before going downstairs, Yuta went to the bathroom to wash his face with warm water and brush his teeth. He staggered all the way downstairs, feeling as though the world was rapidly turning upside down.


    Getting to the living room, he gazed at the world clock which was indicating 25 minutes after 2 and with that, Yuta screamed thinking of how long he had slept but he still doesn''t know he had slept for a whole 2 days.


    He went to the kitchen, got some food, microwaved it, and ate it all. When his hunger returned a few minutes later, he snatched up another dish and microwave, devouring it all in less than half an hour.


    ¡°Why am I so hungry?¡± He hummed to himself.


    His stomach caught him off guard, but what''s wrong with that? As the saying goes, "If you''re hungry, you should eat." Therefore, that was perfectly acceptable.


    He drank a lot of water and went to the living room as he turned on the tv and watched the news station for some while as he slumped off on the couch without knowing.


    It was already in the evening when Yuta¡¯s mom came back from work and saw her son laying on the couch with his pajamas he wore the same day he got home late while the tv was still on.


    ¡°Hm..did this kid just sleep for a whole two days?¡± She hummed to herself when she saw the same pajamas on his body. She walked and drop her handbag on the couch and sat close to Yuta who was drooling like a madman.


    His mother tapped him a couple of times to wake up but he refused to wake up. She stood up from the couch with veins on her forehead as she clenched her fist and kissed it.


    Time for a fist of love!


    ¡°Wake up!!!¡±


    She struck her fist against Yuta''s forehead as he jolted off the couch.


    ¡°Oh¡­is it morning?!¡±


    Huh?


    His mom was confused as she imagined what kind of dream or paradise her son had gone to.


    ¡°Hm..oh, mom it''s you¡­good afternoon.¡±


    ¡°Hm? It is currently after seven, therefore it is most likely a pleasant evening..¡±


    ¡°Eh?  How long did I sleep after my meal?¡±


    ¡°Look who''s talking. You slept for a whole two days locked up in your room.¡±


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    ¡°Eh? Two whole days?¡±


    How come?!


    ¡°Try asking yourself that question because I''m sure you know you probably done something you don''t want to admit and that''s why you slept for two days straight..¡±


    ¡°Did I really sleep that long?¡±


    ¡°You know what? Go get your ass washed up right now and come down here for dinner.¡±


    ¡°Roger that mom.¡±


    When his mother most likely made a strange noise and covered her nose, Yuta grabbed his slack ass from the couch and turned to leave. ¡°Stinky brat!¡±


    ¡°I heard you mom,,1-0.¡±


    ¡°Shut the hell up and go get your lazy ass cleaned up before I''m done dishing the food.¡±


    ¡°Tsk.¡±


    Yuta barged inside his bedroom and took off his pajamas and stared at himself in front of the mirror in his room.


    ¡°I''ve changed a lot.¡± He noticed.


    Whatever!!


    He got inside the bathroom and turned on the hot water gushing out from the shower as he let out a low moan.


    This feels good. Awww!


    After washing his body thoroughly, he exited the bathroom and changed into his other pair of pajamas as he took the previous one he wore to the laundry.


    He left them there as Yuta rushed to the dining table to get his dinner before going to bed.


    So he had just spent a whole three days sleeping?


    Wow!!


    The next day, Yuta woke up feeling energized as the sun hung high in the sky as Yuta walked briskly alongside his mother through the bustling streets of downtown musutafu. It was a special day¡ªone Yuta had anticipated for days.


    At fifteen, he had finally convinced his mother that he was responsible enough for a brand-new cellphone, not just any hand-me-down. He received his first phone, which he had for two happy years until a few days ago, when he lost both his wallet and his phone.


    His mother, a graceful woman with warm eyes and a determined stride, led the way into a sleek electronics store. The smell of fresh plastic and the hum of new technology filled the air. Rows of shiny devices glimmered under the bright lights, each more dazzling than the next. Yuta¡¯s eyes widened with excitement.


    ¡°Which one do you like?¡± His mother asked, a knowing smile tugging at her lips.


    Yuta hesitated, overwhelmed by the endless options. ¡°I¡­ I don¡¯t know. They¡¯re all so cool!¡±


    The store clerk approached, a young man with spiked hair and a friendly grin. ¡°First phone, huh?¡± he asked.


    Yuta nodded. ¡°Not really; I''m receiving a brand-new one as my second because I misplaced the previous one..¡±


    ¡°Well, you want something that¡¯s fast, has a good camera, and plenty of storage for your games and photos, right?¡±


    ¡°Exactly!¡± Yuta said, his enthusiasm bubbling over.


    They spent the next half hour examining different models, comparing screen sizes, camera quality, and battery life. Yuta¡¯s mother watched patiently, her eyes twinkling with pride as her son carefully weighed his options. Finally, he settled on a sleek black smartphone with a crisp display and a powerful processor.


    ¡°This one,¡± Yuta declared, his eyes shining.


    The clerk nodded. ¡°Great choice! Let¡¯s get it set up.¡±


    As they waited for the phone to be activated, Yuta¡¯s mother turned to him with a thoughtful expression. ¡°You know, getting a phone isn¡¯t just about having fun. It¡¯s about responsibility. You¡¯ll need to take care of it and use it wisely.¡±


    ¡°I know, Mom,¡± Yuta replied earnestly. ¡°I¡¯ll be careful with it this time.¡±


    She smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. ¡°I trust you.¡±


    With the transaction complete and the new phone snugly tucked into Yuta¡¯s pocket, they stepped back into the sunlight. Yuta felt a surge of pride, the weight of the phone a tangible reminder of his growing independence.


    ¡°Where to next?¡± His mother asked.


    Yuta grinned. ¡°Can we get something to eat? I¡¯m starving.¡±


    They made their way to a cozy caf¨¦ on the corner, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries greeting them at the door. Yuta¡¯s eyes lit up when he saw the menu. ¡°I¡¯ll have the strawberry parfait!¡±


    His mother chuckled. ¡°You always have a sweet tooth.¡±


    As they sat waiting for their order, a soft voice interrupted their conversation. ¡°Yuta?¡±


    He turned to see a familiar figure standing beside their table¡ªAiko, a girl from his class with long black hair and a shy smile. Yuta¡¯s heart skipped a beat. He had been observing Aiko for a while now but had never found the courage to talk to her outside of school.


    ¡°H-Hi, Aiko,¡± he managed, feeling his cheeks flush.


    ¡°I didn¡¯t know you came here,¡± she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.


    ¡°Yeah, it¡¯s kind of a special day,¡± Yuta replied, glancing at his mother, who was watching the exchange with an amused smile.


    ¡°Special? Why?¡±


    ¡°I just got my second phone and also on a date with my lovely mother,¡± Yuta said, holding it up proudly.


    Aiko¡¯s eyes sparkled with interest. ¡°That¡¯s awesome! What kind did you get?¡±


    Yuta quickly showed her, explaining the features with newfound confidence. As they talked, the initial awkwardness melted away, replaced by an easy friendship.


    When their order arrived, Yuta¡¯s mother cleared her throat gently. ¡°Would you like to join us, Aiko?¡±


    Aiko hesitated, glancing at the door where her friends were waiting. ¡°I¡¯d love to, but I don¡¯t want to intrude¡­¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re not intruding,¡± Yuta said quickly. ¡°Please stay.¡±


    She smiled. ¡°Okay, just for a little while.¡±


    They spent the next hour laughing and sharing stories, the conversation flowing naturally. Yuta¡¯s mother watched with quiet satisfaction, her heart full as she witnessed her son stepping into a new chapter of his life.


    As the sun began to dip below the horizon, Aiko stood to leave. ¡°Thanks for letting me sit with you. This was fun.¡±


    ¡°Yeah, it was,¡± Yuta agreed. ¡°We should do it again sometime.¡±


    Aiko¡¯s cheeks turned a soft pink. ¡°I¡¯d like that and also..see you in school tomorrow.¡±


    After she left, Yuta turned to his mother, a grin spreading across his face. ¡°Today was the best day ever.¡±


    She chuckled, ruffling his hair. ¡°It¡¯s only the beginning, my boy. Only the beginning.¡±


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 Chapter 38 - The unknown man

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    Yuta jolted off from bed the next day with his messy hair as he opened the cottons and stared at the bright sun which shines brightly down the horizon.


    Yuta took his bath and was surprised that the school he was going to as a third year Denvel High School actually did have a lovely and unique uniform. Yuta slipped it on casually, checking himself in the mirror as he saw his tie was a little wonky as he fixed it again.


    His mom gave him lunch before they exchanged hugs. She''d been worried about him, but he was pretty good at convincing her.


    His confidence was genuine, which made convincing her much easier alongside the time they spent together all over the years. She waved him off as he walked outside the house waving his right hand above his head with a smile.


    He still couldn''t believe he chatted with the class idol named Aiko everyone looked up to.


    ¡°Will she think I''m weird?¡± He hummed to himself.


    Yuta turned and refocused. He could''ve gone violent with some guys bullying a nerd with glasses¨Cwho was probably called ¡®four eyes-kun¡¯ in a Tv show or an Anime. He didn''t want to be on the hero''s radar. The best way to do that¡­was to¡­ugh.


    ¡­be a hero fanboy or so..he thought


    Knock ''em out as quickly as m possible..


    Yuta scowled as he adjusted his uniform, flicking the golden badge he got to signify his year.


    He went straight past the fighting and tried not to get his body filthy as sand sprouted out from the surface and knocked them out in a flash.


    It''d be too suspicious if anyone witnessed what happened since it''s the first day of the week and he already knocked-out guys on his way to school.


    He got to the school gate as he let out a sigh and matched in with a bright smile on his face like something good had happened to him on his way to school.


    He walked through the long passage for a few minutes and got to his class where it was etched class 3A on the wall above the door.


    He let out another sigh and slid open the door as he matched inside the class. He walked and took his seat located in the middle row.


    The row of seats next to that was for love interests. The far wall was for bitchy characters and love rivals. The front row was for nerds and the back was for the rowdy ones.


    People who tended to zone out positioned themselves by the window, where they could easily zone out by staring at clouds or birds or something..


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    Eventually,  the atmosphere started getting louder and louder as the whole class room filled up with lots of chatter as people started walking inside.


    Yuta watched as some of his classmates walked inside the class through sliding the door open until the whole class was filled up with students.


    ¡°So cute!¡± Was the thought of every single girl in his class who gazed at him.


    Before Yuta could rest his head on his desk, the door slid open as a teacher walked in. ¡°Alright, take your seats everyone. I have an announcement to broadcast.¡± The teacher spoke as the whole class obeyed and kept the atmosphere silent. ¡°Today, each and everyone of you will vote for a class representative and also a vice representative.¡± He spoke up.


    ¡°Really? That¡¯s awesome!¡± The whole class exclaimed in joy, including Yuta.


    ¡°Yuta! I think he should be the class representative!¡± Jin shouted and drew the attention of the whole class towards him.


    ¡°Huh? M-Me?¡± Yuta was dumbfounded.


    ¡°Stop!¡± They heard a female voice from the very front seat of the class.


    ¡°What¡¯s the matter, Chio? Isn¡¯t Yuta fit to be the class representative.¡± Another boy with three eyes spoke up.


    ¡°I¡¯ve got a problem with that! We, students of class 3A should follow the rules and regulations and vote for whoever you want on a piece of paper and not suggest someone you see fit!¡± She spoke nonchalantly.


    ¡°She¡¯s right! So stop with your fuss and get this done in a minute so I''ll take a note of it in my register!¡± The teacher spoke.


    After a silent nod from the entire class, everyone just wrote down the names of the people they wanted to vote for. Yuta wrote his classmate''s name as he moved to the front of the room and turned it in.


    ¡°Alright! Pay close attention as I present the student that received the most votes!¡± The teacher said in a tired tone as Yuta prayed for him not to be the chosen one to lead the class.


    ¡°The highest vote goes to¡­.Jin! And the second highest vote goes to.. Aiko!¡± The teacher announced the result as the whole class exclaimed in chaos.


    ¡°Jin?!!¡± The girls exclaimed his name when they wondered why did the boys vote for some hentai freak like him.


    ¡°Huh?¡± Jin was dumbfounded when he heard his name as the class representative.


    They voted and finally the one who was chosen to take the spotlight was none other than Jin, the  spoiled and funny Otaku.


    ¡°So, from today, Jin, the class rep and Aiko, the vice class rep, will be supervising this class so be in your best behavior and respect them.¡± The teacher spoke, carrying his register and exited the classroom.


    ¡°Ehhhhhh.¡± The whole class was in chaos again as they all wondered who the hell voted for that lousy hentai Otaku.


    Jin struck a funny pose at the front of the classroom which made everyone burst into laughter while some disapproved of him being the head of the classroom.


    ¡°So, let''s get a brief word from our lovely class reps..¡±


    ¡°That''s right!¡± The whole class remarked.


    ¡°I''ll go first. I''m Aiko, as you all know and I''m grateful to all who voted for me to be in this position. I stand by my word that I''ll continue to give you the best support and turn class 3A into a great class. So I look forward to your cooperation.¡± Aiko bowed her head to the class in  a very polite way and the whole class applauded her.


    ¡°Hm..hm.¡± Jin coughed and drew the class attention back at him. ¡°I''m Jin, your favourite and most beautiful Otaku, and the class representative for class 3A. I look forward to your collaboration and kind assistance from all of the adorable babies..¡± He scoffed and the whole class went into chaos once more but at the end, everything went well.


    ¡°I think I''ve gotten myself  mixed up with some crazies known as classmates and not only that ...but a otaku who¡¯s an hentai as my class rep¡­?¡± Yuta whispered to himself while fighting the urge of laughing out loud.


    After all the fuss in the classroom, Aiko, the vice class rep walked towards Yuta and exchanged some words while Yuta was getting flustered all through their conversation. They both exchange email IDs as she waved off Yuta who was still staring at her.


    ¡°Nice job, my brother.¡± Jin, the class rep, spanked Yuta on his back after Aiko left.


    ¡°Shut it pervert, it¡¯s not what you think it is!¡± Yuta defended himself.


    ¡°Don¡¯t be shy, I¡¯ll be rooting for you.¡±


    ¡°Tsk. Whatever!¡±


    The bell rang loud as everyone took their bags and exited the classroom to their various homes as Yuta did the same.


    He untucked his school uniform and loosened the button at his neck before leaving the school gate and heading home..


    After walking with his friends for a couple of minutes, they parted ways and Yuta made his way to the train station.


    He got to the subway station, got on the train and sat down in the middle of the crowd when his phone rang and he reached into his pockets to get it.


    His curiosity was aroused when he noticed that it was a news notification. He clicked on it to view the news broadcast regarding the passing of another hero.


    ¡°Hero killer, Stain,¡± he pondered what sort of person he was, whispering to himself. "Why haven''t the police or heroes apprehended him yet?¡± When an elderly woman sitting next to him tapped him and asked.


    ¡°Did you say ¡®Hero killer, Stain¡¯ has murdered another Hero?¡±


    ¡®Did I say that out loud?¡¯ ¡°Yes, it appears that yet another hero has failed, and the most recent murderer is Stain, the Hero Killer..¡±


    ¡°Wha-¡± Before the old woman could finish her sentence, Yuta got up from his seat and got off the train as the announcement of his destination was made.


    Since the murders of a few heroes, Yuta observed that Hosu City has been a noisy place, and there hasn''t been any recent news on the killer''s whereabouts.


    As Yuta stroked his chin, he became aware of the killer''s expertise and how quickly he had left the scene of the crime without leaving any kind of evidence or trail.


    ¡°Stain, the Hero slayer. I''ll find you!¡±


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 Chapter 39 - Stain鈥檚 Encounter with the League

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    When Yuta was at his training site in Hosu City, the weather was ideal and the wind was blowing gently. Day and night, the hero slayer has been terrorising heroes and allowing the city''s lowlife thugs and villains to walk free.


    With his thoughts fixed on the late hero in the city, Yuta threw blow after blow, throwing a series of sand after sand. He was aware that he would eventually run into the hero slayer and that this would be the end of him.


    He continued to practice with his sand clone to help him increase his endurance and surpass his expectations, and he never let his clone disappear. Knowing that controlling his clone requires greater endurance, he reasoned that he would constantly bring it out during training.


    When his phone rang loudly from a notification on his backpack, he disregarded it since he was too focused on his workout and the flow was pushing him over his limit.


    The entire warehouse was covered in sand when he stopped after a long trip, and his quirk had left wounds on the walls. The warehouse''s windows and walls reflected sunshine throughout.


    He grabbed his phone and unlocked his password while taking a water break. He moved the notification bar down to see it was another tragedy, not a call from his mother or a buddy at school.


    ¡°The hero killer has taken down another hero.¡± His eyes widened due to the sudden news. Stabilizing his breath, he sat down on the floor and rested his back on the walls of the warehouse.


    He read everything about the unexpected situation involving the hero killer after clicking on the notification. As he started reading, he scrolled down and came across Stain, the hero killer. Hero killer Stain becomes a plague on the whole hero society after he ruthlessly kills seventeen heroes and leaves twenty-three injured beyond rehabilitation.


    Yuta discovered that the adored Turbo Hero, Ingenium, was the victim this time after reading the story on the hero killer.


    Despite being severely injured and reportedly abandoned to perish, Turbo Hero Ingenium was spotted soon after the confrontation with the hero killer..


    The doctor claims that it was the young hero''s last task after bringing Ingenium to the hospital for treatment. After suffering severe injuries, it was stated that the Turbo Hero Ingenium would never be able to serve as a hero again.


    Everyone who heard this news was taken aback, and the heroes in Hosu City became terrified of running into the hero slayer.


    Yuta sipped his cold drink again after wiping the sweat from his brows with his shirt. He got up, pulled his shirts back, and made the decision to go for a walk to investigate if the most infamous hero slayer had left any traces or proof behind.


    Stain, the Hero Killer, was one step ahead of the police and heroes, so the hero community hasn''t reported anything or what the hero killer looks like since this killing has been going on for weeks.


    But unfortunately,  the Turbo Hero Ingenium was alive and he was able to give a little brief summary about Stain.


    He was able to provide some basic information about Stain while he was also in the hospital. He came to the conclusion that the hero killer was a man wearing a combative attire, a bandana around his neck and eyes, a long, shredded scarf, and weapons with sharp blades. After the battle, Ingenium was able to determine the hero killer''s quirk.


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    Bloodcurdle was the quirk of the hero killer Stain. Because of his peculiarity, Stain can take in samples of his opponents'' blood to immobilise and paralyse them.


    Yuta puts his phone in his pocket and uses the rusting chains he usually uses to lock up the warehouse. He spent a few minutes around the Hosu neighbourhood without discovering any information on Stain''s location.


    ¡­.


    In an unknown hideout is a dimly lit, rundown bar with cracked walls and worn-out furniture. The air is thick with cigarette smoke, and the faint smell of alcohol lingers. A flickering sign casts  shadows across the room. Kurogiri, the misty, ever-calm bartender, stands behind the counter, polishing a glass. Shigaraki lounges nearby, fingers tapping impatiently, watching the news unfold through a TV screen. The atmosphere is tense¡ªStain¡¯s actions in Hosu are drawing attention, and Shigaraki seethes, eager to manipulate events.


    ¡°Hey Kurogiri, who''s that bastard roaming around killing heroes?¡±


    ¡°Stain, the Hero Killer. It seems the heroes and police haven''t gotten their hand on him yet and he just grievously wounded the pro hero Ingenium.¡± A man spoke while polishing a glass whose entire body was made of dark purple mist.


    ¡°Stain, huh¡­ Kurogiri, I need him..go find and bring him to me!¡± Tomura exclaimed as his body itched from eagerness to get his hands on Stain.


    ¡°We should wait till he''s out on the move again, Tomura Shigaraki.¡±


    ¡°Huh? Who the hell do you think you''re talking to?¡± Shigaraki snarled as the glass of alcohol in his hands turned to dust with the use of his quirk.


    ¡°At your wish, I''ll wrap him up for you!¡± As Kurogiri continued to polish the dusty glass, he began to plan how to deal with the hero killer, who would be a formidable opponent, when they finally met.


    Tomura Shigaraki, the leader of the league of villains appears as a slim pale skinned young man with an unkempt bluish white hair. His most unsettling feature is the collection of disembodied hands covering his body including his face. He wears a black pants and red sneakers. His decayed, cracked lips and red eyes give him a sinister look.


    Tomura Shigaraki was raised by his master All For One with a certain goal to kill the symbol of peace, All Might, the number one hero in Japan.


    ¡°Hey Kurogiri, let''s go and meet the hero killer.¡±


    ¡°At your command.¡±


    Kurogiri dropped the white serviette he was using to polish the glass and approached his young master.


    A dark purple gate materialised in front of them as they passed through the portal and surfaced on top of a building in Hosu City.


    Kurogiri likely used his warp quirk to transport Shigaraki to Hosu City, where they tracked Stain based on his recent attacks. Given Stain''s habit of targeting corrupt heroes, they probably predicted his movements by monitoring news reports or following the aftermath of his latest hunt. Kurogiri¡¯s intelligence and Shigaraki also helped create chaos, drawing Stain¡¯s attention for their first meeting.


    ¡°That''s him! The Hero Killer, Stain.¡± Kurogiri whispered to Shigaraki.


    ¡°That''s him?¡±


    ¡°Yes, definitely.¡±


    Shigaraki raised his left arm as he scratched his neck profusely while the hero killer snarled as he drew out his sword.


    ¡°Follow us Hero Killer, Stain. Let''s have a little chat.¡± Shigaraki ordered as Kurogiri opened up the warp gate again and they both walked inside while Stain took a minute to consider and follow behind them inside the dark purple portal.


    The portal opens up as Shigaraki walks out first, followed by Kurogiri and lastly  the hero killer Stain.


    The portal closed back as Kurogiri walked behind the counter and pour some liquor and placed them over the table for Shigaraki and Stain.


    ¡°Hero killer Stain, why don''t you join my party and together we conquer the world.¡± Shigaraki spoke as he took a sip of liquor from the glass in his right hand.


    ¡°Don''t make me laugh. Do you think I''ll join up with some crazies trying to make a name for themselves?¡± Stain snarled as he placed his hand on his sword.


    ¡°I can see we both share a similar goal.¡± Shigaraki declared.


    ¡°Goal? And what''s this similar goal you speak so boldly of?¡±


    ¡°The symbol of peace. I want to destroy the number 1 hero, All Might and make the whole hero community.¡±


    ¡°Is that what you call an ambition? So stupid. Hey misty freak, get me outta here.¡±


    ¡°Hm?¡± Shigaraki dropped down his leg from the chair and adjusted his body when he realized it was pointless to convince the hero killer to join his league.


    ¡°If that''s your motivation then your dream is worthless and I''m disappointed in you calling yourself a leader of the league.¡±


    ¡°Oh..I see.¡± Shigaraki threw thr glass of liquor towards Stain who quickly dodge to the left and lung forward to attack Shigaraki as he swung his sword while Shigaraki flipped backwards.


    ¡°Kurogiri!!¡± As Shigaraki screamed, Kurogiri stepped forward to stop the hero killer''s beforehand. Stain swiftly took a dagger out of his pants and stabbed Kurogiri, who was instantly paralysed by Stain''s quirk.


    Before Shigaraki could blink twice, seeing his trusted nomu on the floor helpless, Stain charged at Shigaraki and tried to stab him when Shigaraki immediately turned Stain¡¯s knife into dust.


    Stain backflips away from Shigaraki to keep his distance as Shigaraki stood up from the floor with bloodlust, trying to kill the Hero Killer Stain.


    After a couple of minutes struggling, Kurogiri finally was able to move as Stain ordered him to open the portal once again.


    ¡°Let''s end this here,¡± Stain declared, ¡°I must spill some blood..¡±


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 Chapter 40 - Raid in Hosu City

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    Kurogiri activated his quirk as the dark purple portal emerged out of nowhere and Stain walked through it while surfacing on Hosu City.


    ¡°Let''s spill some blood.¡± The hero killer Stain, licked up his sword and leaped away from the building he was standing into the ground.


    Tomura Shigaraki was being irritated by Stain as he claims he can never work with the hero killer. After scratching his neck profusely, he ordered for some nomu from his master, All For One through the monitor screen and had Kurogiri wrap them up into Hosu City.


    The three Nomu Shigaraki brought to Hosu City were grotesque, monstrous creatures with distorted humanoid forms. One had dark, leathery skin and glowing red eyes, another was bulky with a beak-like mouth, and the third had an elongated head with exposed muscles. Each looked menacing, embodying raw, inhuman power.


    Shigaraki gave them a single order which was to wreak havoc and destruction as the three wild beasts obeyed. They leaped away from the rooftop Kurogiri wrapped them into and started causing chaos.


    The heroes on patrol were quick to take note of the rampage as they sprang into action towards the nearby destruction as they saw a humanoid beats on rampage.


    ¡°What the hell is that?¡±


    ¡°Don''t know, but let''s deal with it before it get any worse.¡±


    The heroes leaped forward toward Nomu whose brain was exposed as it charged and slammed his huge fist towards the heroes, smashing them like bugs against the ground.


    The other Nomu was at another part of the city as it roared and started destroying any buildings on his way while some civilians got caught up in the mess and lost their life.


    Meanwhile, Shigaraki and Kurogiri just stood on a rooftop while glancing at the Nomus doing a better job.


    The city turned into a mess from all the destruction caused by the Nomus when cars, schools,buildings and hotels broke into fire. The debris of the building had crushed a lot of civilians and heroes were not seen to help.


    ¡­.


    Yuta on the other end had already boarded the bullet train from the subway station. He wandered the city earlier for traces of Stain but he couldn''t find any, so he went back to the warehouse, gathered his stuff into his backpack and made his way to the station.


    Yuta was sitting on the seat of the Bullet train and the atmosphere was filled with lots of chatter when he heard a loud noise coming from above the train.


    ¡®What''s that?¡¯ As he put his phone back in his pocket out of suspicion, he heard an incredible scream emanating from outside the train.


    The Nomu with wings had already flown and landed on the bullet train which happens to harbor Yuta. Suddenly, the sound was getting louder and louder as Nomu crashed into the train from above.


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    The Nomu screeched loudly as the train turned into chaos when the Nomu smashed a man''s head into the wall.


    During the commotion on the train, Yuta quickly covered his face with sand. With reasonable speed, he charged towards the Nomu and used a sand fist to punch the Nomu out of the train.


    In order to keep the citizens out of the mess, Yuta followed Nomu and leaped out of the moving train. Nomu fell on the ground and looked at Yuta, who had his left hand on his shoulder while walking calmly.


    Without a second to spare, Nomu charged at Yuta with a decent speed which he was barely above to dodge and suddenly countered with a sand spike that sprung out the ground as it pierce Nomu on the right wing.


    The Nomu screeched loudly as Yuta took the opportunity to attack once again and send a series of sands that flew quickly towards the Nomu.


    Upon spotting the attack, the winged Nomu flailed his wings, creating a tremendous wind that knocked Yuta off his feet. The yellowish Nomu then flew and struck Yuta with his fist, sending him flying meters away and crashing into a building.


    When Yuta noticed Nomu flying in his direction, he flipped out of the position where he was lying down in the building.


    ¡®His he a comrade of the Hero Killer? No¡­I doubt that!¡¯ Was all on Yuta¡¯s mind as he cleaned the blood on his lips. He decided not to bring out his clone yet and proceeded to take on the Nomu alone.


    The battle lasts for a few minutes during which they both trade a lot of punches. Yuta uses a variety of sand strikes, but none of them succeeded in penetrating the Nomu''s skin.


    ¡®A monster with such hard skin and an exposed brain? Wait¡­if it has an exposed brain, doesn''t that mean it is its weak point?¡¯


    Yuta made the decision to target the Nomu''s exposed brain with his attack. Nomu screamed and flailed his wings, sending glass and stone fragments flying in Yuta''s direction, who effortlessly avoided them.


    Sand Abyss!!


    The Nomu started to sink gradually, when Yuta matched the ground as it turned into quicksand beneath it. Nomu''s limbs were swiftly seized by sand as it continued to descend into the ground, as Yuta flicked his fingers upward.


    He moved swiftly as he saw Nomu attempting to escape the sand holding his limbs, forming a long sand spear as he tightened his grip and flung it as it passed through Nomu''s brain.


    Nomu screeched as his voice faded slowly and finally he dropped dead. Yuta fell on the floor, stabilizing his breath as he gazed at the monster he barely just defeated.


    There was a huge explosion which caused a stir and a little earthquake. Yuta, who was sitting on the floor staring at the dead monster, staggered due to the sudden earthquake.


    Yuta jolted off the ground and walked slowly to the monster whose body was still buried in half inside the ground. He crouched down and gazed at the motionless Nomu.


    Seeing the extent of the damage, he squatted back up and left the winged Nomu within the building. Because of the Nomu''s impact, civilians died and some suffered severe injuries.


    As Yuta shot skyward, his legs plastered in sand, he heard another explosion in the distance. He flew as quickly as he could in the direction of the scene after noticing the smoke in the air..


    Getting there, he saw some heroes fighting against another Nomu that looked exactly like the one he just fought but the only difference was that thus one doesn''t have wings.


    ¡°What the hell are these things?¡± He muttered to himself when Nomu sent one of the heroes flying his way. He caught the hero as Nomu leaped into the air and slammed his fist into Yuta, sending him and the hero crashing down the road.


    Even though Yuta was able to shield himself with sand armour at the point of assault, the blow caused him to cough up blood.


    The hero Yuta rescued was heavily bleeding from his nose, ears, and mouth. Because of the enormous amount of blood lost, Yuta realised the hero would most likely pass away at any time.


    ¡°A-Are you a hero?¡± The hero managed to get himself to speak as he stammered when he coughed some blood.


    ¡°Don''t talk or you''ll die. I''ll get you to the nearest hospital so hang on.¡±


    Creating a distraction, Yuta brought out his clone to buy him some time to flee away with the wounded hero when his clone started attacking Nomu.


    Yuta carried the wounded hero from the ground and fled into the sky with his quirk. Searching around, he managed to locate a nearer hospital as he dropped down and walked inside the building.


    He saw a nurse approaching him as he dropped down the wounded hero on the floor  gently and turned to leave without saying a word.


    Yuta was already gone before the nurse could say anything further. When he realised his clone had already been vanquished and converted back to dust


    Nomu smacked his fist against the flaming sand blade that Yuta had hurled his way. It slammed its fist into Yuta''s stomach, sending him hurtling through several buildings as Nomu lunged forward.


    As it pursued Yuta, who was blown far away, Nomu roared. Nomu slammed into the building and lunged for Yuta, who swiftly turned to the side to avoid the attack.


    Nomu was crushed into the ground by Yuta''s massive fist of sand. Nomu jumped up off the ground unharmed, while Yuta flipped back to gain some distance.


    Yuta realized this one was way more stronger than the winged Nomu he fought earlier. He charged again towards Nomu as sand emerged from the ground that held down Nomu, giving Yuta a clean strike that sent Nomu crashing into the nearest forest..


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 Chapter 41 - Nomu Vs Yuta

    Many miles from the city, the Nomu flew and crashed into the woods, where Yuta was free to fight without causing harm or protecting anyone. The Nomu stood up from the ground and went into combat mode as it leaped towards Yuta. The ground beneath the Nomu cracked due to the immense force from its legs.


    Yuta countered Nomu''s punch with a huge sand fist that emerged from the ground. A clone of Yuta sprouted out from the ground behind the Nomu, jumped, and delivered a roundhouse kick, sending the Nomu flying back. As Yuta''s clone rapidly rebuilt itself from sand and attacked the Nomu, the Nomu slammed its fist against a dry tree next to it, blasting the tree into the air.


    Nomu became confused about who the real Yuta was when he saw him charging forward with his clone. After a brief moment of hesitation, Yuta seized the opportunity to strike, delivering a clean hit that caused the Nomu to stumble backward. Yuta then sent a series of countless sand bullets flying at a decent speed, hitting the Nomu from every angle. The Nomu screeched in pain.


    The Nomu slammed its fist into the ground, causing Yuta and his clone to leap backward and engulf the entire area in dust. Yuta saw trees flying through the dust at a rapid pace and managed to shield himself at the last second. The Nomu leaped toward Yuta as fast as it could and slammed its fist against him, sending Yuta crashing through the trees.


    ¡°Shit!!¡± Yuta exclaimed.


    Yuta was still on the ground when the Nomu sprang forward and slammed its fist at him. He rolled swiftly to his right as Yuta swung his right palm in the air, slicing Nomu''s chest with a sand blade. Before the Nomu could attack again, Yuta''s clone struck it from behind, pushing the Nomu forward. Yuta followed up with an uppercut, sending the Nomu flying upward. Yuta''s clone flared up and appeared in the air, slamming its right fist against the exposed brain of Nomu.


    The Nomu crashed through the trees and hit the ground, the impact causing Yuta to skid backward. The Nomu screeched in rage, slamming its fists together and clearing the dust with the force of the impact.


    ¡°I think we made daddy angry,¡± Yuta scoffed, seeing the Nomu standing a few meters away from him and his clone. The clone flared and appeared beside the Nomu, stabbing it in the neck with a sand dagger. The Nomu swung its hand toward Yuta¡¯s clone, which clung onto it. Yuta flicked his fingers, slicing the Nomu''s arm with a sand blade as fast as he could.


    When the Nomu turned to face Yuta, purple blood splattered out. Yuta then turned and slapped his own butt to taunt Nomu before delivering the final blow. The Nomu leaped and clenched its left fist, slamming it toward Yuta, who countered it with a sand fist. Long spikes sprouted from the sand fist and struck Nomu''s chest, but Nomu easily smashed them into pieces. Some spikes clung to the Nomu''s chest as purple blood gushed out, but Yuta could see it didn¡¯t slow the Nomu down at all.


    ¡®Something feels off¡ª¡¯ Yuta thought, just before he saw himself crashing through the trees in the forest and hitting the ground. Blood surged out of Yuta''s mouth as he wiped it off, glancing at Nomu walking toward him. The Nomu was nowhere to be seen when Yuta blinked; it appeared in front of him and kicked him right in the face, sending him flying meters away.


    ¡°Did he just power up?¡± Yuta wondered as he jolted off the ground. ¡°Interesting!¡± Yuta took a deep breath and let it out slowly, repeating the process. He quickly pivoted out of the way as the Nomu charged at him with full speed. Yuta was barely able to keep up with Nomu''s immense speed, feeling overwhelmed by it.


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    Both Yuta and Nomu, who didn¡¯t seem to care about their surroundings, bulldozed through the forest''s trees throughout the battle. Yuta could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, but fatigue began to kick in as he started breathing heavily. Nomu''s body was filled with scars from Yuta¡¯s attacks, but it showed no sign of weakness.


    ¡®I¡¯ve got to end this as fast as I can,¡¯ Yuta thought as he picked himself up from the ground.


    ¡°Sand Sables!!¡± Yuta exclaimed, clasping both hands together. Grains of sand sprouted from the ground and formed a whirlwind tornado that spun, slicing all the trees around. Yuta commanded the sand as it spun forward toward the Nomu, engulfing him. Yuta heard a loud screech coming from the Nomu inside the whirlwind-like tornado.


    Yuta deflated the sand tornado as the Nomu fell and crashed into the ground. Yuta quickly used his quirk again, using sand to hold Nomu''s legs and left hand to the ground. Nomu tried to break free, but it was too late. With a sand spike in his hands, Yuta screamed, jumped upward, and landed toward the Nomu, slicing apart its brain with the spike.


    Yuta shattered Nomu''s brain, causing it to fall dead. He realized that these monsters would not perish unless their brains were destroyed. Yuta''s face was still plastered with sand as he struggled to steady his breathing. He had dealt with two Nomu in a day, but luckily for him, they didn¡¯t have quirks that allowed them to absorb impact or regenerate.


    The forest had been bulldozed by their attacks, and all the neighboring trees were destroyed. The forest was eerily silent. The thick scent of wood lingered in the air, carried by the faint breeze that rustled through the shattered branches. Yuta stood in the center of the destruction, his chest rising and falling heavily as he tried to steady his breathing. His body ached, his muscles screamed in protest, and his sand-covered hands trembled from the aftershocks of the battle.


    He had won. And yet, the victory felt... hollow.


    He let out a sigh as he fell face-first onto the ground to regain his composure and stamina. He could hear sirens and explosions coming from the town, as the forest he had just fought in was nearby. After a couple of minutes of regaining his stamina, Yuta jolted off the ground and quickly flew upward, grains of sand forming a whirlwind-like tornado around his legs.


    He was finally able to get a proper view of the forest he had fought in and saw the massive destruction. If he had fought this Nomu in the city, the destruction of buildings and roads would have been catastrophic. He charged toward the scene of the current explosion and landed on a seven-story building. The building was massive and surrounded by tall skyscrapers.


    He crouched down on top of the building and observed the situation. He saw cars and houses on fire, stores and buildings destroyed, and some heroes lying motionless on the ground. ¡°What the hell is still going on?¡± he muttered to himself, seeing pro heroes being taken out easily by whoever was still on a rampage in the city.


    Elsewhere, Shigaraki and Kurogiri stood on top of a random building, watching the rampage and destruction. Houses and buildings were on fire as Shigaraki began laughing out loud. ¡°Hey, Kurogiri, don¡¯t you think those Nomu are doing a great job?¡±


    ¡°Yes, they are. Seeing the destruction and explosions, I don¡¯t think any random heroes could stop them.¡±


    ¡°All Might! Why hasn¡¯t the fool arrived yet?¡±


    ¡°Why don¡¯t we go take a quick look and see for ourselves?¡± Kurogiri muttered.


    ¡°Let¡¯s go!¡± Kurogiri opened a warp gate, and they both walked inside. Meanwhile, Stain had taken down many heroes, thanks to Shigaraki using Nomu to run around the city causing chaos.


    Yuta leaped down from the building and walked slowly, scouting the area with his eyes and keeping his guard up for any surprise attacks. He could see the massive destruction, with heroes, civilians, and police officers lying motionless on the ground. Yuta removed debris of iron and stones from one of the heroes and placed his hand on the hero¡¯s pulse to check if he was still breathing. But no¡ªhe was dead.


    Yuta began to advance down the streets, tilting his head left and right to ensure his surroundings were safe. He heard the sound of gunshots to his left and quickly sprinted over as fast as he could. He arrived at the scene and saw something that caught his attention: another Nomu in action.


    ¡°What the hell?!!¡± he muttered to himself as he saw police officers and some pro heroes trying to fight a Nomu with four eyes on its exposed brain.


    ¡°Holy shit!!...¡±


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 Chapter 42 - The League

    ¡°A four-eyed Nomu?¡± he muttered to himself while observing them for a moment. Yuta saw as the bullets bounced off Nomu''s skin.


    The police officers gritted their teeth as they saw the monster just standing still, letting them attack while their attacks were impenetrable.


    ¡°Fucking contact the heroes right now!¡± one of the police officers at the front, leading the crew, yelled to the other officers, who quickly obeyed.


    Nomu screeched as he positioned himself for combat, charging toward the nearest officer and simply crushing his head with a swing of his arm. The other officers couldn¡¯t believe what they had just seen¡ªtheir colleague on the floor, lying in a pool of his own blood, headless.


    ¡°Fuck!!!¡± they opened fire, sending a barrage of bullets toward Nomu as he leaped upward, crashing down into the police van and smashing the two officers inside into pulp.


    ¡°What the hell is this monster?¡±


    ¡°Is this how we¡¯re going to die?¡±


    ¡°Shit! I wish I could give my wife a kiss right now before I get killed by this monster.¡±


    ¡°Are we supposed to fight this monster? Isn¡¯t it the heroes¡¯ job to defeat villains?¡±


    They all trembled in fear, seeing there was no possible way for them to survive unless they got help from the top heroes.


    ¡°Fuck! I¡¯m outta here!¡± one of the police officers immediately threw his gun toward the monster and turned back to run for his dear life, leaving his comrades to die.


    Nomu quickly pivoted sideways toward the car he had smashed earlier, got a better grip on it, and threw it toward the officer who was running for his life, splitting him in two.


    ¡°What the fuc¡ª?¡± Before one of the officers could process what had just happened, his head was quickly ripped off by the monster.


    ¡°Ahhh! Ahhh!¡± The remaining two police officers immediately dropped to their knees, hands paralyzed, with tears streaming down their faces like babies abandoned by their mothers.


    The four-eyed Nomu walked slowly toward the two police officers who were already on their knees, tears streaming down their faces as they wet their pants.


    A purple gate quickly appeared in the air above a random building as two men walked through it. It was Tomura Shigaraki and Kurogiri, the perfected Nomu.


    Yuta tilted his head as the dark purple portal caught his attention. He saw two men walking out from it, one covered with severed hands all over his body.


    ¡°Who are they?¡± Yuta clung to the wall as he observed the newcomers. ¡°Was that a warp quirk?¡± he muttered to himself, realizing how rare it was for someone to have a quirk like that.


    Tomura Shigaraki and Kurogiri glanced at the city from atop the building, smiling as they saw the destruction and the corpses of some heroes and police officers.


    ¡°Nice job, Nomu!¡± Shigaraki applauded Nomu as he leaped down from the building, while Kurogiri simply warped down beside him.


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    They began walking as Nomu quickly stopped in his tracks before slaying the two remaining officers. The officers saw Shigaraki, whose face was covered with a severed hand, walking toward them.


    ¡°W-Who are you?¡± one of the officers managed to stammer out, while the other couldn¡¯t even speak due to the trauma he was experiencing.


    ¡°Huh? Who gave you permission to speak?¡± Shigaraki removed his right hand from his pocket as he walked past the officer, touching him with his palm and turning the officer to dust, which flared up into the atmosphere.


    ¡®Huh? Wait¡­what the hell did he just do to that officer?¡¯ Yuta questioned himself as he quietly waited for a chance to attack.


    The last police officer trembled as he saw his final colleague turn to dust. He watched the man who had just turned his colleague to dust walk beside Nomu and place his hands on the monster¡¯s shoulder.


    Shigaraki removed his hands from Nomu¡¯s shoulder and began scratching his neck and body as he turned toward Kurogiri.


    ¡°Kurogiri, what was that rat trying to say again?¡±


    ¡°He was probably asking who you are¡­or who we are.¡±


    Shigaraki walked over to the officer and crouched down to eye level with him. ¡°I¡¯ll let you live if you answer just one question,¡± Shigaraki said. ¡°Where is All Might?¡±


    ¡°A-All Might? He¡¯s not here, even though we called for backup.¡±


    ¡°All Might isn¡¯t here? Did you hear that, Kurogiri?¡± he said. ¡°All Might isn¡¯t here.¡± Shigaraki cracked his fingers one after the other. ¡°I¡¯ll tell you who we are before you go¡­we are the ¡®League of Villains,¡¯ and make sure you never forget that, even in hell.¡±


    Shigaraki smiled as he swung his right hand at the officer¡¯s face. The body began to fade slowly, then suddenly turned to dust as the wind blew calmly.


    Yuta¡¯s eyes widened in disbelief as he saw the monster Nomu, built to cause chaos, standing and taking orders from the man. ¡°A quirk that allows the user to turn anything to dust with just a touch? A man who gives orders to that monster? And not only that¡­they call themselves the League of Villains?¡±


    Yuta¡¯s hands began to sweat as streams of perspiration ran down his brow. He quickly deactivated his quirk in that brief moment, wiped his face and hands, and reactivated his quirk, covering his face with solidified sand.


    Yuta focused more on Shigaraki, considering him the leader of the League of Villains, and realized the man behind Shigaraki was the user of the warp quirk he had just witnessed¡ªnot once, but twice.


    ¡°Or perhaps Stain is part of his so-called League?¡± he questioned himself while still focusing on Shigaraki, who was speaking to Kurogiri. ¡°Okay, time to pay a little visit.¡±


    Yuta took a long, deep breath and released it slowly, repeating the process to calm himself as he prepared for a surprise attack.


    Yuta snapped his fingers, and a sand spike sprouted from the ground, causing Shigaraki and Kurogiri to react quickly by leaping backward.


    ¡°Huh? What the hell is that, Kurogiri?!¡± Shigaraki snarled.


    ¡°It seems someone has been eavesdropping on us and tried to surprise us with that attack,¡± Kurogiri said, analyzing the sudden situation.


    Shigaraki stood on his feet and tilted his head left and right, seeing nobody. ¡°Who the hell is there?¡±


    Still, Yuta left them without a reply as he attacked again, and they both dodged it once more.


    ¡°Get your ass out before I fucking kill you!¡± Shigaraki exclaimed, cracking his neck and both hands, ready to attack at any moment.


    Yuta walked out from the spot he had hidden in earlier, both hands above his head. ¡°Hello there,¡± Yuta said with a smirk under his sand mask, which covered his face, leaving only his eyes visible.


    ¡°Who are you?¡± Kurogiri asked.


    ¡°Me? Eh¡­just a random nobody,¡± Yuta replied.


    The Nomu got into combat mode, ready to attack at the given signal from his master, but Shigaraki ordered him to stop.


    ¡°Are you a hero?¡± Shigaraki asked.


    ¡°Hell no! I told you, I¡¯m just a freaking nobody,¡± Yuta said, cracking his hands and body to loosen up after being stiff from hiding for several minutes.


    ¡°NOMU!!¡±


    Shigaraki gave the signal, and the Nomu sprang into action, leaping forward and slamming his fist against Yuta, who quickly covered himself with a sand wall.


    The Nomu pivoted sideways and attacked again as Shigaraki and Kurogiri stood and watched from a distance.


    Yuta¡¯s clone emerged from the ground behind the Nomu, landing a clean hit and sending the Nomu crashing into the ground.


    ¡°Huh? Hey, hey, hey, Kurogiri, what¡¯s happening? Why hasn¡¯t the Nomu killed that brat yet?¡±


    ¡°...¡±


    Kurogiri and Shigaraki watched as the unknown person, who claimed not to be a hero, countered every attack thrown by the Nomu.


    Yuta leaped upward and delivered a super roundhouse kick against the Nomu, who defended himself with both hands above his head.


    The Nomu quickly grabbed Yuta¡¯s leg and threw him into a building, causing Yuta to crash through it. Before the Nomu could charge at Yuta, he noticed one of his legs was trapped in the ground.


    Yuta had already turned the ground beneath the Nomu into quicksand, catching him off guard. Yuta threw a long iron rod from the building he had crashed into, but the Nomu quickly swung his left hand, changing the rod¡¯s momentum.


    The Nomu struggled to free his legs from the ground, but it was too late as Yuta charged forward at a quick pace, ready to behead the Nomu. Shigaraki yelled as Kurogiri opened a dark purple portal, and Yuta passed through it, crashing into a structure on the opposite side of the road.


    ¡°1 vs 3, huh¡­?¡±


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 Chapter 43 - Defeated

    ¡°1 vs 3, huh?¡± Yuta stood up as the debris of the broken structure on his body fell apart. Yuta dusted his clothes as he started walking slowly toward his opponents.


    ¡°Nomu!¡± Shigaraki gave Nomu the order as it forced its leg out of the quicksand.


    The Nomu charged once again at Yuta as his clone emerged and kicked the Nomu from the side, making it skid backward.


    ¡°Huh?¡± Shigaraki raised his eyebrows when he saw a duplicate of Yuta that had just attacked Nomu. ¡°A sand quirk and a duplicate quirk?¡±


    ¡°It seems he can use his quirk to form a clone by modifying his sand quirk,¡± Kurogiri said.


    ¡°Sand quirk? Interesting!¡±


    Shigaraki charged at Yuta while smiling, swinging his hand in an attempt to turn Yuta to dust. Yuta quickly crouched down, dodging Shigaraki¡¯s attack. Yuta smirked as he realized how open Shigaraki had left himself. Kurogiri instantly wrapped Shigaraki away as sand sprouted from the ground, only for Yuta to notice Shigaraki had been warped to safety.


    ¡°Interesting quirk, misty freak,¡± Yuta applauded them for their teamwork.


    ¡°Tell me, what is it you fight for?¡± Shigaraki asked.


    ¡°What is it I fight for? Hmm¡­well, what if I say I fight for fun?¡±


    ¡°Fun? Don¡¯t make me laugh. You claim you¡¯re not a hero, but you¡¯re obviously playing the role of a vigilante. Well, what do you say about joining me, huh?¡±


    ¡°Mhm? Join you? First of all, you haven¡¯t told me your name, and you want to recruit me?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m Shigaraki. Tomura Shigaraki, and Kurogiri beside me.¡±


    ¡°Like I said, I¡¯m a freaking nobody.¡±


    ¡°Alright, Mr. Nobody, why don¡¯t you join my league, and together we¡¯ll take down this hero community?¡±


    ¡°And what type of league?¡±


    ¡°The League of Villains,¡± Shigaraki declared. ¡°Join my league, and we¡¯ll welcome you. We¡¯ll pretend nothing happened between us.¡±


    ¡°League of Villains, huh? Your goal is to take down the hero system? And how do you plan on doing that?¡±


    ¡°First, we¡¯ll kill the number one hero, All Might.¡±


    ¡°Kill All Might? And how do you plan on doing that?¡±


    ¡°Hey, don¡¯t get so cocky with me¡­ You disgust me, so I¡¯ll ask again. Join my league.¡±


    ¡°Huh? Fuck you and your league. No way I¡¯m teaming up with a freak like you who¡¯s got severed hands all over his body.¡±


    ¡°Nomu! Kill this brat!¡± Shigaraki gave the order as his body began to ache.


    The Nomu charged at Yuta with a devastating blow, but Yuta easily blocked it with a huge wall of sand that emerged from the ground. The sand wall that shielded Yuta immediately shapeshifted into tiny bullet-like projectiles that fired at the Nomu and Shigaraki.


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    Kurogiri stepped in, activating his quirk and warping himself and Shigaraki out of the way, while the Nomu shielded itself by crossing both arms in front of its body.


    Yuta lunged forward and sent a sand blade that sliced the Nomu across the chest, causing it to let out a low screech. Shigaraki was dumbfounded as he realized that this was the only Nomu left out of the three he had sent to cause chaos.


    ¡°Don¡¯t tell me that brat killed the other two Nomu!¡± Shigaraki was eager to spill Yuta¡¯s blood. ¡°I¡¯ll fucking kill this shithead freaking nobody!¡±


    Yuta and the Nomu exchanged blows for several minutes, with the Nomu being overwhelmed by Yuta, who used his quirk to counter and land strikes every time the Nomu launched an attack.


    ¡°Kurogiri!!¡± Shigaraki exclaimed as he saw how easily his Nomu was being pressed by Yuta and realized it would be killed if he didn¡¯t interfere.


    ¡°Sand Death Parade!¡± Yuta muttered as sand emerged from the ground, engulfing the Nomu and a few nearby structures. After a short while, the sand dispersed, revealing the Nomu.


    The Nomu was dead, turned into a skeleton as the sand grains that had engulfed it ate away at its body, destroying its cells and brain, turning them into sand.


    Yuta stood, breathing heavily. The attack he had just unleashed drained a significant amount of his energy, and fatigue began to set in. His vision started to blur, but he managed to maintain his consciousness.


    Kurogiri instantly opened a warp gate, transporting Shigaraki to a spot far behind Yuta, who was ready to turn him to dust.


    Yuta flicked his fingers as grains of sand gathered and formed his clone behind him. Shigaraki attacked the clone, which immediately decayed and disintegrated as Yuta skidded backward to keep his distance.


    ¡°I¡¯ll fucking kill you.¡±


    ¡°Then give it your best shot,¡± Yuta taunted Shigaraki, keeping a bold face to hide the fact that he was nearly at his limit.


    ¡®If his palm touches me, I¡¯m as good as dead,¡¯ he thought to himself as Shigaraki charged at him with his palm outstretched. Sand immediately emerged from the ground, shielding Yuta from Shigaraki¡¯s palm, causing the sand wall to burst apart.


    ¡°A deadly quirk,¡± Yuta said as he continued to skid backward, away from Shigaraki. Kurogiri opened a warp gate behind Yuta, causing him to fall inside and reappear in front of Shigaraki¡¯s palm.


    ¡°Shit, shit, shit, shit!¡± Shigaraki smiled, assured of his victory as he finally managed to touch Yuta¡¯s hand.


    ¡°Goodbye, Mr. Freaking Nobody¡­ I win!¡± Shigaraki whispered in Yuta¡¯s ear as he grabbed Yuta¡¯s hand. Yuta had shielded himself but was unable to react quickly enough.


    ¡®I¡¯m sorry, Mom,¡¯ was all he could think as he felt Shigaraki¡¯s hand on him. He fell to the floor as his left arm began to decay, but he didn¡¯t hesitate to slash off his arm with his quirk.


    Yuta screamed in pain as he sliced off his left arm, which instantly decayed and turned to dust. He fell to his knees, holding his left shoulder with his right hand, but to his surprise, there was no blood.


    ¡°Nice job, Kurogiri!¡± Shigaraki exclaimed as he took a bold step toward Yuta, who was on his knees, screaming in pain. ¡°How does it feel to fall into despair?¡±


    ¡°Ahhh! Ahhh!¡± Yuta screamed in pain as his eyes, hidden under his mask, began to water. He gazed at his left arm but saw there wasn¡¯t any blood on the floor or on his arm.


    ¡°Huh? What¡¯s happening? Why aren¡¯t I seeing your blood on the floor?¡± Shigaraki was confused as he approached Yuta.


    ¡°Impossible!¡± Kurogiri muttered.


    ¡®Why aren¡¯t I seeing my blood, but sand?¡¯ Yuta was dumbfounded as he realized he wasn¡¯t feeling any pain. ¡®Come to think of it¡­ I¡¯m not feeling any pain,¡¯ he realized, though he was still struck with disbelief.


    Shigaraki was confused as to why Yuta wasn¡¯t bleeding, but he decided to end his life once and for all before the cops and top pro heroes arrived on the scene.


    As he was about to touch Yuta, a sand wall emerged, giving Yuta a few seconds to leap backward. ¡°Scared of dying?¡± Shigaraki mocked Yuta.


    Yuta ignored Shigaraki as he kept a decent distance between them. Shigaraki spoke before attempting to attack once more.


    ¡°Why aren¡¯t you bleeding? Or perhaps¡­ are you not human?¡±


    ¡°Hell if I know.¡±


    ¡°Kurogiri!¡±


    Yuta quickly reacted as Shigaraki yelled for Kurogiri, who was given the signal to open a warp gate with his quirk. Yuta swung his right hand, sending a huge sand blade flying toward Kurogiri.


    Kurogiri warped away, dodging the attack due to his teleportation quirk, as Yuta¡¯s clone emerged and attacked Kurogiri, who had just reappeared a few meters away from Shigaraki.


    The clone was being warped around as it continued to flare up the moment it entered the portal and reappeared in front of Kurogiri.


    Kurogiri¡¯s portals swallowed the sand clone¡¯s fist, redirecting it behind its own back. Warped attacks scattered its form, grains dispersing through the air. Reforming, the clone shifted tactics, flowing like a relentless tide.


    The relentless attack between the clone and Kurogiri¡¯s mist went on for several minutes as Yuta¡¯s energy began to drain completely due to exhaustion.


    Yuta¡¯s clone sent a huge fist of sand toward Kurogiri, who warped the approaching sand fist so that it appeared above Yuta¡¯s clone and slammed down, causing the clone to burst apart.


    Yuta watched as his clone was overwhelmed by Kurogiri¡¯s warp quirk. Yuta fell to one knee, still trying to keep himself conscious. The more his clone appeared and was dispatched by its own attacks due to Kurogiri¡¯s warp gate, the more Yuta felt a sharp pain surging through his brain.


    Shigaraki charged at Yuta, who was distracted by Kurogiri, and quickly took the chance to eliminate him. He managed to touch Yuta¡¯s chest, but this time, he wasn¡¯t smiling at his certain victory. Instead, he was filled with hatred toward Yuta.


    ¡°Shit! I¡¯m dead!...¡±


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 Chapter 44 - Evolution

    ¡°Shit! I''m dead for real!¡± Tears erupted from Yuta''s eyes as he tried his best to smile while falling down, his whole body giving out and turning to dust as the wind blew and carried the particles away.


    ¡°You did it, Shigaraki!¡±


    ¡°Ha ha hahaha. Who the hell does that brat think he is after defeating my low-class Nomus?¡± Shigaraki laughed out loud as he watched Yuta turn to dust and return to the earth.


    Shigaraki finally let out the breath he didn''t realize he was holding while fighting against the brat who called himself a freaking nobody. Shigaraki removed the hand on his face and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly and steadily. ¡°You''re next, Stain.¡±


    Shigaraki placed the hand back on his face as both he and Kurogiri heard the sound of sirens in the distance. ¡°Fuck! Looks like the cops and heroes are here!¡±


    ¡°Let''s get out of here, Shigaraki! We''ll leave the rest for Stain.¡±


    ¡°Let''s go!¡±


    Kurogiri opened the warp gate as they both walked inside before the cops and heroes arrived at the scene.


    The heroes couldn¡¯t believe their eyes. The destruction was massive, with a lot of dead bodies, including a few heroes, civilians, and cops.


    ¡°Shit!! We were late!¡± the Native Hero exclaimed, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists.


    ¡°What the hell happened? What kind of villain did this?¡±


    ¡°Do you think the Hero Killer is involved in this?¡±


    ¡°I don''t think he kills civilians, but we still can''t be sure if he''s involved or not.¡±


    ¡°Anyways, let''s split up and scout the area.¡±


    ¡°Sure!¡±


    They split up into three groups, with Native and two police officers teaming up together as Native led the crew.


    After wandering the neighborhood for a couple of minutes, Native found the Hero Killer, Stain. ¡°Call for backup right now! Tell them we found the Hero Killer, Stain!¡±


    ¡°Roger that!¡±


    ¡°Huh?¡± Stain had just spilled the blood of another hero he called a ¡®fake hero¡¯ as he licked the blood off his blade.


    Stain slowly tilted his head toward Native and the other two officers who had just called for backup. He started walking slowly toward Native, who had taken his combat stance, ready to fight Stain and buy as much time as he could before backup arrived.


    Stain held his sword in his right hand, which was covered in blood, as he walked slowly, letting the tip of the sword drag against the ground.


    ¡°D-Do you kill heroes for fun?¡± Native asked.


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    ¡°Do I kill heroes for fun?¡± Stain said. ¡°Don''t make me laugh, hero¡­ you false hero¡­ I''ll make this right¡­ these streets¡­ must run with the blood of hypocrites! Hero¡­ I will reclaim the world! Come on, just try and stop me, you fakes! There is only one man I''ll let kill me! He is a true hero¡­ All Might is worthy!!¡±


    ¡°To truly accomplish anything¡­ one needs will and conviction. Those without it¡­ the weak ones¡­ They''ll be weeded out. It''s only natural. That''s why you''re about to die!¡±


    ¡°Fuck you, villain!¡± one of the police officers exclaimed as he pulled out his gun, pointed it at Stain, and fired twice. Stain pivoted to his left and right, dodging the bullets easily, and charged at the police officer, immediately slicing off the wrist holding the gun.


    The police officer screamed in pain, seeing his right wrist on the floor, as Stain quickly slit the man''s throat and leaped toward the other officer, killing him on the spot.


    Native couldn''t even follow the movements of the Hero Killer, noticing how easily he had dodged the bullets fired at him. Native''s hands began to sweat as he swallowed hard, the Hero Killer snarling and turning to face him, his sword screaming for bloodshed.


    Somewhere in the city, close to where Yuta and Shigaraki had fought, a huge scar was left for both the heroes and civilians. A lot of innocent people had been caught up in the mess caused by the Four-eyed Nomu, who had also fought Yuta earlier.


    Sand grains swirled around the area continuously, gathering themselves in one spot as the grains turned into Yuta. It started from his legs and slowly formed up to his head.


    Yuta took in a long, deep breath and let it out slowly before realizing why he wasn''t dead.


    But why?!


    His face was also covered in sand as part of his disguise as a vigilante. Yuta dropped to his knees, dumbfounded.


    ¡°Wait!¡± Yuta felt his body thoroughly with his hands to make sure if he was dead or not. ¡°I''m alive, but why?!¡± he asked himself.


    ¡°I remember clearly Shigaraki used his quirk after touching me, and then¡­ I think I died and turned into dust¡­ but how?¡± Yuta couldn''t believe his eyes when he realized it was the same technique his clone had used during training in the warehouse.


    ¡°Shigaraki and Kurogiri are nowhere to be found. I think that misty freak has warped themselves back into their hideout since Shigaraki thought he had killed me. He had no other choice but to fall back before the heroes arrived¡­ well, that''s be¡ª¡±


    ¡°Freeze and put your hands above your head,¡± a police officer cut off Yuta, pointing his gun at the back of Yuta''s head. Yuta obeyed and turned slowly to face the police officer and the heroes who had come for backup.


    ¡°Are you a hero?¡± one of the officers asked.


    ¡°Hero? Hell no!¡± Yuta muttered as he dropped his hands.


    ¡°Villain, you''re under arrest, and I advise you to come with us peacefully since you''re outnumbered.¡±


    ¡°Catch me if you can!¡± Yuta hopped backward as the police fired their guns. Yuta ducked down and dodged the bullets.


    ¡®This is gonna be troublesome if they¡¯re gonna get in my way,¡¯ Yuta thought to himself while observing them.


    Before the police could fire their guns again, Yuta simply knocked out all the officers immediately as the heroes behind them watched.


    The heroes charged forward at Yuta, who simply blocked the attack with a sand wall that emerged from the ground. ¡°I¡¯ll say it again, don¡¯t get in my way, hero!¡±


    ¡®I have to deal with these heroes right away, then go look for Stain.¡¯


    Gunhead, a hero who wears a white mask with four holes in a square formation, all resembling gun muzzles with slight barrel stems protruding from their sides¡ªexcept for the bottom left one, which instead just holds the appearance of a regular circle. He wears a partial bodysuit of a dark grayish-cyan color, covering only the lower portion of his torso, his arms from the shoulders down, and the palms of his hands. A padded combat vest sits over this, around the sides of his chest, and is kept in place by two straps that connect his mask and shoulders.


    Gunhead''s Quirk gives him gun-like organs in his arms, which can shoot claw-like bullets.


    Gunhead took his combat stance as he prepared to attack Yuta, who was standing a few meters away from him. Gunhead activated his quirk, his right hand turning into a gun as he shot claw-like bullets at Yuta, who easily blocked them and countered.


    Yuta flicked his fingers as the sand grains gathered together, forming a sandy tornado that engulfed Gunhead.


    Yuta could hear Gunhead screaming in pain due to the tiny sand blades slicing him up inside the tornado.


    The tornado flared up as Gunhead fell to the ground, blood covering his body. The other heroes watched as Gunhead was easily defeated by Yuta.


    The heroes didn''t hesitate and charged forward at Yuta, who brought out his clone. Yuta¡¯s clone was killed multiple times by the heroes but kept regenerating instantly as the heroes started breathing heavily.


    Yuta quickly took the chance and fired sand bullets toward the heroes, which passed through their bodies, causing them to fall to their knees.


    ¡°W-who are you, really?¡± one of the heroes asked, placing his hands on his abdomen to stop the bleeding as he fell face-first to the ground.


    Yuta couldn''t care less about the heroes. If they decided to stand in his way, they would die. He saw all the heroes who had been called for backup lying helplessly on the floor.


    Yuta''s clone flared up and returned to dust as Yuta turned to leave the scene and locate Stain as quickly as possible before the top heroes came after him.


    He started sprinting as he heard a scream coming from a nearby distance and quickly turned to face the direction ahead.


    ¡°Stain¡­!!¡±


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 Chapter 45 - Yuta Vs Stain

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    Stain had already defeated Native, holding him by the throat and pinning the hero against the wall. Stain had sliced up Native thoroughly, and blood streamed down from all parts of his body.


    Yuta was already on his way to Stain after hearing Native¡¯s loud scream. When he arrived, Yuta stopped sprinting and began walking alongside the tall, interlocked buildings.


    He felt something under his feet and quickly tilted his head down, realizing he was standing in a red liquid¡­


    It was blood¡­


    ¡°Shit!!¡±


    Yuta charged forward and saw a man with a worn-out sword and a hero pinned to the wall, blood streaming down the hero¡¯s body.


    Stain ignored Yuta and proceeded to kill Native, but Yuta blocked the attack with a sand wall that appeared in front of Stain.


    Stain turned his head toward Yuta. ¡°Who are you?¡± he asked. ¡°Are you a hero?¡±


    ¡°Hero?¡± Yuta scoffed. ¡°Hell no!¡±


    The moment Yuta said those words, Stain¡¯s eyes widened, and he released the half-dead hero, letting him fall to the ground. Stain approached Yuta, who was ready to attack at any moment.


    ¡°Hero Killer Stain, huh?¡± Yuta muttered.


    ¡°That¡¯s right!¡±


    Yuta sent a huge sand blade toward Stain, who reacted quickly, pivoted out of the way, and leaped beside Yuta, swinging his blade. Yuta covered his skin with solidified sand, causing Stain¡¯s worn-out sword to bounce off his neck.


    ¡®He has a sand quirk, and he knows how to use it properly,¡¯ Stain thought as he leaped backward. Native could barely stay conscious as he observed the man who had saved him, his face covered.


    ¡®Who the hell is he if he¡¯s not a hero?¡¯ was all Native could think before he closed his eyes and passed out from blood loss.


    Yuta charged at Stain with the intent to spill his blood, but Stain dodged Yuta¡¯s attack again.


    ¡®He¡¯s fast,¡¯ Yuta thought. Without wasting time, he sprang into action and sent a series of sand slashes that cut nearby buildings in half. Stain dodged the attack, leaped forward, and slashed off Yuta¡¯s right arm.


    Yuta watched with a smirk behind his sand mask as his severed arm flew from his shoulder. Meanwhile, Stain observed Yuta standing there, laughing like a madman as his arm regrew from sand.


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    ¡°You like what you see?!¡± Yuta¡¯s smirk widened beneath his mask as he taunted the Hero Killer. Stain watched closely as the hand he had sliced away regenerated from sand.


    ¡°Why aren¡¯t you a hero?¡± Stain asked.


    ¡°It¡¯s boring.¡±


    ¡°Boring?¡±


    ¡°Not interested.¡± Yuta sent a sand fist that struck Stain, sending him crashing through buildings. Yuta charged forward as Stain hurled debris toward him, which Yuta easily dodged.


    As Yuta ducked and weaved, Stain took the opportunity to slice him up again, but Yuta¡¯s body instantly regenerated from sand.


    Yuta flicked his fingers, and his clone emerged behind Stain, landing a direct hit on his back and sending him crashing to the ground.


    Stain spat blood from his mouth as he slowly picked himself up. Veins bulged on his forehead as he gripped his worn-out sword and moved so fast that Yuta couldn¡¯t follow with his eyes.


    Stain appeared beside Yuta and swung his sword, but Yuta¡¯s body reacted quickly, blocking the attack with his sand-covered hand. Stain turned and kicked Yuta, sending him skidding several meters backward.


    ¡°Quit acting tough, kid,¡± Stain snarled as he charged forward and swung his sword. Yuta blocked the attack with a sand blade.


    Stain moved swiftly, getting behind Yuta and delivering a clean hit by slashing him in half. Only Yuta¡¯s torso remained, but it flared up as sand grains swirled around him, and Yuta emerged whole once more.


    ¡°You can¡¯t harm me, Stain,¡± Yuta muttered as his clone appeared beside him. Both sprang forward and engaged Stain, who moved swiftly and slashed the clone multiple times.


    The clone flared up repeatedly, regenerating each time, which drained Stain¡¯s stamina. It was a two-on-one fight against Stain, and with Yuta¡¯s new power, he fought freely.


    Yuta noticed Stain growing weaker and slower after multiple rounds of slashing. He sent a wave of sand tornadoes that engulfed Stain.


    ¡°I-It won¡¯t stop! It¡¯s like a tornado of sand blades!¡± Stain whispered to himself as his body filled with scars. The tornado spun rapidly, tearing apart buildings and structures.


    The tornado deflated, and Stain fell, crashing to the ground, blood covering his body. His white bandana, used to cover his eyes, was torn, revealing his face.


    Stain seethed with anger, unleashing his bloodlust toward Yuta, who felt chills run down his spine. Yuta stood firm as Stain threw a pocket knife at his forehead.


    Yuta didn¡¯t dodge as the knife passed through his skull. Stain appeared in front of Yuta and slit his throat again, but Yuta¡¯s body turned to dust and reformed behind Stain, who leaped away just in time.


    ¡°Is that all the Hero Killer Stain can do?¡± Yuta began laughing as blood rolled down his nose. He noticed it and wiped it away. ¡°Time to end this.¡±


    Yuta and his clone charged at Stain, who was slower now, and sent a huge sand fist sprouting from the ground, slamming into Stain as he shielded himself with his sword.


    Yuta clenched his hand, and the sand fist deflated into smaller pieces that shot through Stain¡¯s body, forcing him to his knees.


    The surroundings were bulldozed by Yuta¡¯s attack, leaving a permanent scar on the ground. Hearing sirens in the distance, Yuta decided to end the fight with the Hero Killer quickly.


    Blood streamed from Stain¡¯s mouth, eyes, nose, ears, and all over his body as he struggled to stand. ¡°I¡¯ll fucking kill you!¡±


    Stain was consumed by rage, anger, and hatred, desperate to spill Yuta¡¯s blood. Every attack he threw passed through Yuta¡¯s body, which regenerated instantly.


    This was why Stain decided to fight to his last breath against Yuta. Stain had always believed that only All Might, Japan¡¯s number one hero, could kill him. He never imagined losing to a no-name vigilante instead of a fake hero.


    He could see his future clearly: he wouldn¡¯t defeat the man before him, and this would be the end of his role as the Hero Killer.


    Stain roared, picking up his worn-out sword and charging at Yuta, ignoring the clone that shot a sand bullet. Stain blocked the bullet with his sword, leaving him wide open as Yuta seized the opportunity to attack.


    ¡°Sand Apex!!¡±


    Yuta exclaimed as the ground beneath Stain rumbled and quickly engulfed him in a huge sand ball. The sand ball floated mid-air, imprisoning Stain inside.


    Stain tried slashing through the thick layers of sand, but it showed no weakness. Yuta wiped sweat from his palms and neck, looking up at the imprisoned Stain.


    ¡°Sand Crusher!¡±


    Yuta clasped his hands together, and the sand ball began to shrink bit by bit. Blood surged from Yuta¡¯s mouth, but he maintained his focus.


    Stain yelled in pain as his bones and body were crushed by the rapidly shrinking sand ball.


    ¡°That¡¯s it,¡± Yuta said, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. His ears picked up Stain¡¯s fading screams as the sand ball deflated due to Yuta¡¯s waning concentration.


    Stain fell and crashed to the ground as sand grains rained down. Yuta coughed up blood, realizing he had pushed himself past his limit.


    The dust settled as Yuta slowly walked toward Stain, who lay lifelessly on the ground, his bones and limbs brutally shattered.


    ¡°You lost to me, Stain. So I¡¯ll put you out of your misery.¡± Just as Yuta raised his hand to deliver the final blow, he heard the sound of fire in the air and turned around slowly. ¡°Shit¡­!!¡±


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