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Chapter I: The Remnants of the Supernatural
Waking up in the dead of night from a nightmare was common for Kazui Kurosaki.
Breathing heavily and body full of sweat, the fourteen-year-old carrot-top tightly gripped the sheets of his blanket as he stared at the beige-colored wall of his room.
“I guess it’s going to be one of those nights,” muttered the boy as he stood up and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. After that, he turned on the T. that was situated just a few feet from his bed. The first thing that appears was news regarding the heroine Mt. Lady defeating some random jabrone villain near Dagobah Beach. “I really can’t believe they named places after Star Wars planets.”
It’s been two years since Kazui found himself in this world; a world full of heroes predominated by strange powers called quirks. If he were being honest, living here felt like he was in a comic book world. With 80% of the planet’s population having quirks, it’s no wonder that society itself was geared towards the utilization of this mutation for the betterment of society. What’s more, the rise of pro heroes stemmed from this paradigm shift. Though villainous quirk users did appear, they were subsequently thwarted by those who fight for peace.
Amazing as this realm might be, the boy would give it all up just to feel the warmth of his family. His father, mother, grandfather, and aunties; his loved ones who were taken away from him, Kazui would trade everything to get them back.
Taking a glance at his only cabinet, resting on top of the furniture were the only artifacts left to remind him of them:
His mother’s hairpins. His aunties’ white glove and medallion with their clan insignia.
His grandmother’s five-pointed cross. His grandfather’s lucky charm. And his father’s wooden badge. The more Kazui stared at the objects, the more his memories of that fateful day rose to the surface. Though it might be long ago, the images were as vivid as when he lost it all.
“Be strong, Kazui. Be the pride that would continue our legacy.” “We’ll always be with you, Kazui.” “Your grandma and I will always be proud of you.” “You’ll always be my baby boy, Kazui. Mama will always love you, my little reaper.”
“Be brave, my son, and never hesitate to do what’s necessary. Never lose the heart that shows kindness to those around you. Be the protector of the new friends whom you’ll meet in the place you’ll go. And above all else, always know that our spirits will always be forever with you.”
Remembering those words caused hot tears to fall from Kazui’s eyes. It was so painful seeing them go. But what can he do? He will never get them back, which meant the only logical step was to move on. That said, it was a difficult endeavor. One cannot just forget the faces of the people who mattered to you the most. And even after two years, the boy still cannot accept the fact that he’s all alone.
“I guess I’m not getting any sleep today.” Wiping away the salty liquid, the young reaper washed his face and decided that night venture would help him cope with this painful feeling.
Closing his eyes, a black shroud enveloped Kazui’s body. The whisps of black, gold and purple danced around his frame like a ballet, giving him the sensation of power he gained from his unique lineage. The inky mist congealed around him, forming into a slim-fitting waist-length tunic with a
“I’m sorry, young Midoriya, but without a quirk, it would be too dangerous for you to become a pro hero. It’s not bad to dream but it’s better to be realistic.”
That finally killed his dream. If the Symbol of Peace himself thinks that a quirkless person can’t be a hero, then who are you to question him?
However, a certain spirit had a different opinion. The sullen Izuku Midoriya stood at the edge of an abandoned building within the heart of Musutafu City. Feeling useless and pathetic, the greenhead decided to take Bakugo’s advice and end it all.
Looking down at the imposing height made him want to hesitate. Still, the world would be better off if a quirkless loser like him disappeared.
“Maybe they’re right,” Izuku muttered, his voice showing how he loathed his life. “Kacchan and All Might said that I can never be a hero, so what’s the point?”
The late afternoon winds blew, caressing his melancholic face while contemplating if he should take the step or not. Why question when the only thing to do was move forward? Gravity will do the rest.
A light sob escaped from him as Izuku reached his decision. At least when he’s gone, he won’t be tormented by Kacchan anymore. When he’s gone, he wouldn’t be a burden to anyone, including his mother. At least when he’s gone, there will be one less quirkless loser in the world.
Midoriya closed his eyes and lifted his right foot to take a step forward. Just when he was about to jump off the ledge, a foreign voice decided otherwise.
“It would be a waste throwing your life now, wouldn’t it?” The words snapped Izuku from his suicide attempt and turned around. In front of him was a man who was in his late twenties. The stranger wore a high-collared almost black zip-up jacket paired with matching slim-fit black pants and black dress shoes. What’s most striking
about his individual, however, was the snow-white hair and the vibrant blue eyes that could be compared to the clear blue sky. All in all, Izuku thought the man was drop-dead handsome.
“Are you just gonna stand there and admire my handsome face?” the stranger asked, his smirk giving an air of confidence and mischief.
The greenette blushed up a storm, finding himself in an embarrassing situation for actually staring at the white-haired man.
Seeing the unfortunate circumstance of the child, the stranger gave the kid a smile that eased his worries. Although a bit apprehensive, at least the green-haired boy was no longer a sputtering mess.
“I’m sorry about that.. of habit,” he explained. “However, why would you throw your life away like that?”
Izuku hung his head down, which didn’t go unnoticed by the white- haired man. “I-I w-wanted to be a hero,” Izuku began while on the verge of crying. “I wanted to be a hero that could bring a smile and hope to people.”
“I sense a but here...” “But I’m quirkless.” “.. that’s a problem because?” “Quirkless people don’t matter,” the young Midoriya answered. “They said because I don’t have a quirk, I’m not cut out to be a hero; that I should stop with my pointless dream.”
The man stood there and watched the boy finally release the emotional dam. The kid was sobbing, wiping away the hot liquid as he continued venting his frustrations.
“I get bullied at school because I’m different. They pick and mock me because I’m a quirkless kid who dreams to become a hero. What’s worse, my own best friend is my primary tormentor.”
A faint scowl found its way to the stranger’s face.
“Izuku. Izuku Midoriya.” “Well, Izuku,” the man said with giddying excitement, “this is your lucky day because I’ll be helping you achieve your dream!”
“Huh?” muttered a confused Izuku. “I’ve been looking for someone to pass on my powers,” explained the stranger. “After hundreds of years of searching, I’m confident to say that I finally found my successor.”
Izuku was supposed to rejoice at the offer but one detail caught his attention the most. “HUNDREDS OF YEARS!?”
“Yup!” “But how!? Is it because of your quirk!? Are you immortal!?” “Nope! I’m just dead.” That answer was given like it made the most sense.. it does. However, poor Midoriya’s brain couldn’t handle it and flatlined.
“Uhm..?” The stranger waved his hand in front of the brain- dead child. The action did the trick as Izuku shook his head and got his senses back.
“You’re dead!?” The boy got a nod for an answer. “How is that possible? But if that’s true, then I’m seeing a–”
“..? Sure am.” “But how?” the green-haired boy asked. Now, they were finally getting to the heart of the matter. “It’s because of the power you’ll inherit from me which came from an era before the Age of Quirks.” Seeing he had the fourteen-year-old’s full attention he continued, “Curse energy, the very essence of the accumulated negative emotions of people, was the primary power wielded by certain individuals known as jujutsu sorcerers.”
“Jujutsu sorcerers?”
“Practitioners of jujutsu sorcery who fight evil spirits known as curses. You can consider us exorcists, for lack of a better term.”
His shyness diminished and curiosity taking the lead, Izuku further inquired, “What kind of things can you do with curse energy?”
“A lot,” answered the white-haired man with a confident smirk. “You can enchant items with your power, enhance your body to insane levels, and perform unique spells that could take down even the strongest heroes.”
“Is this for real?” Izuku can’t help but ask himself. Is curse energy really that powerful? Can it really help him become a hero? It was unbelievable, to be honest, but his disbelief would grow even further after what would come next.
“That said, the power you’ll be inheriting from me is something cut above every other jujutsu.”
“What do you mean?” “With my power, you will become the most powerful being in the world.”
“W-What!? What do you mean by that?” Izuku stammered. “The most powerful being in the world!?”
“Nearing the end of the Jujutsu era, I stood atop of every other jujutsu sorcerer.” The way it was said was oozing with smug confidence. It felt as if the man was a godlike figure looking down on the world. “Throughout the heavens and earth, I alone am the honored one,” he declared. “My name is Satoru Gojo.. I am the strongest.”
Izuku walked to his home at a moderate pace. Mulling over what happened earlier, the boy was still finding it hard to believe it.
With Satoru Gojo gifting him the ability to use curse energy, he will be thrust into the world of the supernatural. That said, he will be the only living jujutsu sorcerer in the world since curses no longer exist. He will be
As if her prayers were answered, the green-haired teen slowly stopped thrashing and calmed down. There was still blood flowing, but it seemed to lessen. When the pain finally subsided, Izuku was left in a state of shock.
“I-Izuku?” called the concerned mother. “I can see...” answered the boy. “I can see everything!” Inko looked at her son’s eyes and quickly shared his surprise. Izuku’s once jade irises were now a crystalline blue.
“I can see everything!” Izuku yelled in excitement. “I can see everything! I can see– OW! I’m seeing too much of everything!”
“Once you do get Six Eyes, your visual senses will increase a hundred-fold.” Gojo’s words rang in the boy’s head once more. “It would increase your perception to the point that you can see at an atomic level. In addition, it also heightens your mental processing power. The downside to this though is the sensory overload. So, I suggest getting a blindfold or black-tinted glasses.”
“Blindfold! Blindfold!” Izuku repeated. Inko quickly scrambled and looked for anything that could cover her son’s eyes. Whatever happened to Izuku must’ve powered his eyes to a superhuman degree. Luckily, her son had an All Might-themed blindfold in his bedroom which she quickly gave to her son. Once he put it on, it immediately soothed the strain he was feeling.
Now that everything was settled, the older Midoriya decided to ask what she suspected once her son started shouting. “Izuku, did you just awaken your quirk?”
“I think so,” replied the younger Midoriya. In truth, Izuku had to lie to his mother. Six Eyes was just the means to control Limitless; the actual power he would obtain and it was far from being a quirk. If he divulged the truth to her mother, one of two things
could happen: either she thinks he’s delusional or she’ll freak out, call some experts on the matter, and be taken by some shady government agency for experimentation.
Tomorrow, the mother and son will visit the doctor for a check-up but for all its worth, it was best to keep everything a secret for now.
“So, how was your first experience with Six Eyes?” Izuku Midoriya found himself within his subconscious. The boy looked around, marveling at the vast expanse that embodied Limitless: the stars, the atoms, the whisps of strings, the fluctuations of reality, and the black void full of potential.
“Painful,” the greenhead admitted. “I knew it was gonna hurt but you never warned me that it would be Hell itself!”
“No pain, no gain, my boy,” replied Gojo nonchalantly. “So.... what are we going to do here?” Izuku curiously asked. He was told to focus on his subconscious when he sleeps by Gojo. The ancient sorcerer said that it was the best way for him to truly communicate with him without any distractions.
“Well, for starters, you’re gonna get an in-depth course on Limitless and Six Eyes.” The apparition stood up and stretched his hand out, palm facing the kid. “Touch my hand.”
“Huh?” “Come on, touch my hand. Don’t be shy.” Not wanting to see more of Gojo’s weird antics, the greenette tried to place his palm over the elder’s. About two inches away from contact, his hand stopped. There was this powerful repulsive force preventing him from reaching Gojo. “What the...!?”
“See that?” the jujutsu practitioner began explaining, “This is Limitless. It’s basically the power to bring the concept of infinity into reality, allowing us users to manipulate space at will.
“HEY!”
“You want to be a hero, right?” Gojo asked, his carefree tone long gone and replaced by a stern expression.
Izuku noted the shift in demeanor but still answered with determination. “Of course. It’s my dream to be a hero.”
“Then, why didn’t you prepare?” Izuku perked up from the question. “Huh?” “You heard me right. If you wanted to be a hero, then why didn’t you prepare your body? Even the weakest heroes have a strong body. It’s a straining job. So, why didn’t you do that? It seems like you were too busy writing down hero facts that doing what’s necessary to be one.”
Izuku looked down in shame. Gojo was right. He was so busy admiring heroes and their abilities that he forgot to prepare himself to be one.
Seeing this, Gojo quickly explained what he meant. “I’m not making fun of you, Izuku. This is, however, a wake-up call. From what I’ve seen, it takes more than just brains or brawns to be a hero. There needs to be both. That’s why I’m here: to make you stronger and the best that you can be.”
Izuku clinched his fists and held one near his heart. “He’s right,” admitted the boy. “All these years, I’ve been busy fanboying instead of preparing myself to become a hero.. that changes now!”
A fire was lit in Izuku’s heart. Starting today, Starting now, he would do his best to become a hero. He didn’t care how much blood, sweat, or tears he would shed.
“Teach me, Gojo-sensei.” Gojo quirked an eyebrow at the use of honorifics. When he looked into the boy’s eyes, there was this fire burning brightly; a fire that was almost snuffed out along with his life was now stronger than ever.
The ancient spirit smirked at the kid’s resolve. He was gonna push Izuku to the limit; break him and build him up to be the perfect vessel for Limitless and Six Eyes. And when his successor finally masters his gifts, he will become the strongest, and just like him, through the heavens and earth, Izuku Midoriya alone will be the honored one.
Kazui was on his nightly patrols again. Using Flash Step to propel himself through the currently quiet night of Musutafu made a great way to cover distances in a short time.
The carrot top knew what he was doing was illegal. He had no hero license and was using his powers without any permit from a professional. For all intents and purposes, he was a vigilante.
However, the son of the Transcendent did not care. To help people... protect people, you did not need permission from anyone. That was a lesson he learned from his father. Help anyone you can.
Kazui suddenly heard an explosion not two blocks out from where he is at. A quick Flash Step and he found himself perched on the roof of a building overlooking the source of the ruckus. Three villains just robbed a bank with a hostage in tow.
Sighing in frustration, the carrot-top teen placed his right hand over his face and did a dragging motion. Flecks of the same-colored energy appeared through his fingers. The ethereal wisps congealed around his face and formed a skull-like mask with a pair of thick red lines trailing from the forehead, over the eyeholes, and ending at the jaw. This was the best disguise he had to not get recognized by any pro hero that he may encounter.
With his identity now hidden, it was time to save some lives.
The three thugs were cackling in delight after a successful robbery. They managed to steal a whopping ¥500,000,000 from the bank and, just for insurance, snagged a hostage in case some two-bit pissant hero decided to show up.
“I’m gonna fry you, you son of a bitch!” “Do anything stupid and this girl bites the dust!” Their demands were answered, and the individual who mocked them appeared before their eyes. It was a boy that looked no older than a high schooler in a black and white tunic wearing a mask and carrying a katana.
If this was any other hero, the robbers wouldn’t be afraid. However, the aura around the kid felt different. It was heavy, oppressive, and menacing. One could suspect that he was a villain by that alone. But what truly shook them to their core were his eyes. Golden irises floating in a sea of blackness stared at them in contempt. Despite the air of dread permeating the vicinity, the villains steeled their resolve. They’ve gone too far to give up now.
“If you think you can scare us, punk, then you’re fucking wrong!” Energy crackled around the evil-doer's arms. Bolts of electricity danced around until they compressed into his fingertips and aimed at the kid. “DIE!”
The attack found its target, but it did nothing to the masked teen. With either a sigh of disappointment or boredom, he raised his hand and pointed his index finger at the electric assailant.
“Bakudo #4: Byakurai.” A powerful discharge of blueish-white lighting surged through the small space, lighting the darkness in the spell’s brightness. Unlike the criminal’s electricity which was smaller but branched out, this one was a single concentrated bolt. When it hit the electrokinetic, the effects were immediate. The villain disappeared; only his silhouette was visible as he was consumed by the ethereal lightning. His screaming sent shivers down the spines of his cohorts, making them question if antagonizing this child was such a good idea. When the attack subsided, the receiver was nothing more than a charred, barely alive, heavily injured semblance of a human being before falling into unconsciousness.
The other took a glance at their fallen comrade, to the teen, and back to their friend. The image of their near-fried accomplice made them recoil in fright. That attack wasn’t done to incapacitate, that was done with the intent to kill.
One of the thieves – the one with superstrength – got angry. “You brat! I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Running up to the masked vigilante, he threw a wild haymaker with every bit of strength and malice in it.
The said teen raised a left hand and caught the punch like it was nothing. On his arms were blue vein-like lines illuminating his skin. The assailant stumbled back, surprised that his strength-enhanced punch did little to nothing. That lapse in awareness got him to not notice the boy’s right hand suddenly lighting up in red with the same vessel-like pattern. The kid cocked that red-lit fist back and threw a solid punch to the gut, making him spit out saliva and to some extent, blood. The thief lurched forward, clutching his severely painful abdomen before slumping down into the heaping mess that used to be his dinner.
The last guy was now afraid. No hero would do something so severe as that to a villain. This kid had no qualms going for the kill! He needed to do something to keep this.. from harming him. Luckily, he still had the hostage.
“Stay back!” the robber yelled. He pulled out a knife and pointed the tip toward the hostage’s neck. “Stay back or I’ll slit her throat!”
The masked teen didn’t say anything. He stood still, eyeing the man with the knife and his captive in silence. Thinking that he got to the kid, the hostage taker grew overconfident and decided to taunt the masked rescuer.
“HA! That’s a good boy. Now, I want you to turn back and–” Whatever he was about to say next got caught up in his throat when a strong grip found its way onto his knife-hand. Just a second ago, the vigilante was a few feet away from him!
Chapter I
Subject: BS Education
School: Carigara National High School
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