Chapter Four: The Invitation to the Academy
[First Mission Unlocked]
[Name: Access to the Academy]
[Time Allowed: 7 Days]
[Reward Upon Success: Unlocking the Ability to Speak Naturally]
[Penalty Upon Failure: Permanent Deduction of Two Daily Attempts]
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Is this some kind of joke?
Hero Academy?
I felt a pain in my stomach, but this time it wasn't from the kick—it was from hunger.
Hunger.
My stomach began making strange noises.
"Salmon…" I muttered out of habit, even though I didn't mean to say it this time.
I looked around. I was on the edge of a completely abandoned neighborhood, one that clearly used to be alive…
But today? It felt more like an urban graveyard.
I glanced again at a crumbling house, its windows shattered, its front door hanging loosely from its hinges.
A foul smell was seeping out—fermented garbage, black mold-stained walls, and smoke.
But it was this body's noisy home.
And it might have food.
I stepped forward slowly.
Every step disturbed the stillness. The ground creaked, and dust flew from every direction.
The door didn't resist much when I pushed it, then I entered…
The world went dark all of a sudden.
The inside was worse than the outside. It felt like no one had lived there in years.
The floor was covered in piles of old trash, open plastic bags, remnants of broken furniture, and rats darting from corner to corner.
But hunger was stronger than disgust.
I started searching.
I checked the kitchen first, if you could even call it a "kitchen."
There was a small refrigerator, leaning on its side like someone had kicked it long ago.
I opened it with trembling fingers…
Nothing. Just a pool of liquid mold at the bottom.
I quickly shut the door.
Then I moved to the cabinets.
I pulled a rotten wooden door, which fell off its hinge and almost cut me.
I searched inside… rusty cans, empty bottles, and torn bags mixed with other contents.
I checked the drawers, but everything was dead… or rotten.
But I didn't stop.
I moved toward the living room.
Under the torn couch, I found a small wooden box.
I opened it…
Food!
A cup of ramen — and even though it wouldn't fill me up, I still… I grabbed it eagerly.
Food!
A cup of ramen.
It wasn't a gourmet meal, not even a filling one, but in that moment it looked like a royal feast.
I grabbed it with excitement, like I had found treasure.
I turned it in my hands… sealed tightly, expiration date unclear, but it didn't look swollen or moldy.
"Ramen…" I whispered as if blessing this discovery.
But the joy didn't last.
Wanting to eat is one thing… preparing it is another.
I looked around… where's the water? How do I cook this damn thing if I can't even find a single drop?
I stood up heavily, my stomach churning as if it wanted to devour itself.
I checked the kitchen again.
Then moved toward the bathroom. The tap wasn't working. No water. No pressure. No life.
I entered the old bedroom.
The floor was covered in torn newspaper and ragged shoes, but on the wooden table next to the bed…
A bottle.
A bottle of mineral water.
Clean, sealed, half full.
"Finally!" I muttered in exhaustion.
I poured a little into the bottle cap, drank, and felt life slowly return to my veins.
Then… I poured the rest into a metal bowl I found in the kitchen.
Placed it next to the ramen cup and began thinking…
I need fire.
Just a simple flame… just to boil water.
I walked to the kitchen corner.
Gas oven… doesn't work. No pipes, no flame. Even matches were missing.
I searched for a lighter… in vain.
Everything is against me.
Then… I looked at the ramen cup, then the water, then at the old wooden stick I was using to poke through debris…
Should I use the ability?
Silence.
[Remaining Attempts: Four]
Do I waste one for food? But I'll die if I don't eat.
I closed my eyes.
Then whispered:
"Burn."
...
In the next moment, a muffled sound:
"Fsssshh..."
Then…
"Tsssssshhk!!"
The wooden stick beside me caught fire, a small flame began to dance at its edge, as if someone had breathed fiery life into it.
Real heat, not an illusion. A small red flame, growing slowly but stable.
I carefully placed the bowl over it.
The scent began to rise… water vapor.
I added the ramen with my trembling hands.
Finally… a meal.
...
It wasn't the tastiest meal I ever had, but it was certainly the most important.
I ate it slowly. Every hair on my body cried: "Feed us!"
Every cell absorbed the food as if it had never seen it before.
I finished… wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my filthy shirt, then sat down, breathing.
[Hunger Level Reduced To: Normal]
[Attempt Number (2) Consumed]
[Remaining Attempts: 3]
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I looked at the charred wood, then at the empty bowl, then at my reflection in the cracked window glass.
Why the hell did I reincarnate into a character from Jujutsu Kaisen when there are so many characters in My Hero Academia?
"Hero Academy, huh?"
I smirked sarcastically, then muttered:
"No problem… I'll come to you, but I won't just be another student."I thought to myself
I don't care about being someone who defends justice—
I'd rather be the one who crushes it.
I ran my hand through my hair before muttering:
{I hope you don't disappoint me.}...."I hope you can entertain me.
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End of Chapter
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