Laying on his bed, Makoto was in deep thought.
Earlier when his father had given him a quirk, his long dormant system had awakened, but that was where the question lay.
Why now? All his life, he had been given small quirks, simple ones that should make life easier. So, why would the system manifest now, and not when he first received his gifted quirk.
"More importantly.....status."
[ Name : Makoto Shigaraki ]
[ Age : 13 ]
[ Quirk : Fusion ]
[ Quirk storage :
—Veil Step
—Sypnatic boost
—Enhanced body ]
[ System package : Sukuna ]
[ Trait : Massive cursed energy reserves ]
[ Unlocked abilities : Cleave ]
[ Grade 4 level strength ]
As Makoto looked at his status panel, something felt.....odd.
'Shouldn't I have four quirks now?'
He tjought, furrowing his brows.
He remembered it clearly, a quirk that allows the manipulation of wind and turn it into something sharp and dangerous. An invisble slash like quirk that could dice up an opponent without a protection quirk or a strong body.
Originally, this belonged to a low level thug until his father took a fancy to it and took it for himself, now given him. It was also the reason his system awakened.
And yet.....
"It's not here..."
His door cracked open, a purple smoke like figure entering slowly with even steps.
"Kurogiri."
"The master summons you to practice site C."
That was all the bartender like villain said before exiting as fast as he entered. Makoto only stared at the closed door before sighing to himself.
'Welp, think later, ragebait Kae now.'
He thought, a smirk forming on his face as he thought of surpassing Kae' passing point by only one just to spite her.
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Arriving at a training room, he stretched, his stiff muscles invigorated as his lean physique marked against his tight long sleeved outfit. His white hair bounced as he rolled his neck, joints snapping as his body fully loosened.
With one final stretch, he flashed a smirk on the camera that watched him.
On the other side, Garaki watched with mild interest before pulling down a lever, one that opened the door opposite to Makoto.
The boy turned his attention back to the creaking door, from it emerged a dark skinned creature with an exposed brain and an exaggerated build that would put most body builders to shame.
Makoto didn't look fazed in the slightest, after all, he had killed more of these than anyone in the show, granted they were a lot weaker, but still.
The nomu eyed him like a bird, its beak hanging open as his tongue stuck out, saliva dripping down on the floor.
'Gross.'
Makoto shivered to himself, shaking his head from the disgusting sight as he fully focused on the nomu.
The nomu, only held by the control of the doctor, stood in place, its gaze fixed on Makoto. The boy did the same, eyes looking for any visible movement of the nomu.
None.
Then, from the speaker above, a deep voice boomed, conveying only one word.
"Begin."
As if on cue, both fighters moved from their original positions, meeting at the center with force that faintly shook the air.
The nomu looked at Makoto, its eyes having not a single thought behind it other than one order given to him prior.
"Go all out."
The nameless nomu cocked its fist back, launching it towards the white haored boy. The one in question saw the attack far too late, opting for a last minute clumsy defense.
When the nomu' fist struck the boy' forearm, his body trembled, the blow having been enough to rattle his body.
It wasn't the end of it.
The nomu, seeing an opportunity, followed with its instincts and executed a multitude of strikes, every three hits colliding with the body.
Even with his enhanced body—raising his natural defence and strength, Makoto found it difficult to level with the nomu.
Whenever he countered, he would receive two more attacks in exchange.
It was on a completely different level than the ones he had been trained to fight.
'How many quirks did the old man and the doctor give this thing?!'
He thought, tilting his head to the side and getting his cheek nicked in the process of doing so.
This was going to be a difficult fight.
Meanwhile with the spectators.
Garaki observed the screen, scribbling occasionally whenever the statistics of the other screens changed even in the slightest.
Behind him, a man was sat, tubes and different life support devices attached to his wounded body. With the serious expression and the head structure of a potato, All For One couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment as he watched the sparring match.
Makoto was losing.
Sure the current nomu was different than before, having five quirks that should counter his own current ones, but to think that he would struggle that much.
His disciple, Kae, didn't even struggle as much as Makoto did.
They were trained the same way, with the same conditions as the other.
Was it a difference in their quirks? Highly possible, after all, he had only been giving his own son some weak quirks.
It wasn't that he didn't want to empower his own son, but because that he was afraid. Afraid that the only one left he considered important would die by his own hands.
He knew what it felt like when taking a quirk that wasn't his own.
It was a sickening feeling, like some other person trying to take over his identity, trying to crack the self he was. If his quirk hadn't been as strong as it was, then he would've no doubt lost himself to the sea of different memories.
"Garaki."
He slowly called out, his voice deep and chilling, as if an eternal darkness was to call out to the old doctor. The doctor stopped in his work, turning slowly to his master.
"Yes, my lord?"
"Be ready to pull out the nomu in a short while, I've seen enough."
"Understood."
The doctor turned back to observation.
Since the lord didn't give him the specifics of how long the fight will go on, he will call off the nomu in 5 minutes.
Back to the match.
Makoto ducked a right hook, spinning his legs to strike its shin.
*Thud
Didn't work, its body was far stronger than the nomus he fought before.
He crossed his arms to block a punch.
It hurt, like a large wok was slammed into them at full force. Had he not been using his quirks, he would've surely broken a few of his bones by now.
He sidestepped a punch, then leaned back from another-
?!
'Shit!'
He was backed into a wall, leaving him with no choice but to cross his arms to block a fist that descended upon him.
*Bam!
The moment the large fist slammed into his forearms, he couldn't help but wince, his bones creaking under the pressure.
By the force the nomu was giving, most low ranking heroes would die if they were hit by that at full force!
"Guahk?!"
He felt his entire body shift as the nomu punched his left side, dealing a severe amount of damage that left him breathless. However, the nomu held him in place, dealing another punch to his head, one that he barely blocked.
'Shit shit shit! I am so going to kill that old bastard!'
He yelled in his heart, no longer prioritizing his body, but only his head.
It wasn't because he was distraught in getting his face caved in by the nomu, but because he had school the next day. While All For One did have a healing quirk, he refused to heal him, calling it a "learning experience".
Truth be told, Makoto understood why the potato head old man won't heal him.
As he is, he's a dying old man, one that's barely clinging on with the hate he had for his wife' killer, All Might.
And he also shared the sentiment of hatred. That's why even if it was difficult on his training, even if he himself had to be beaten black and blue, he would endure.
Because the only family he had left was his adopted sister Kae and his father, All For One.
He pursed his lip, feeling a strike to his abdomen, but strangely enough, his body didn't register the pain.
The word "pain" had already left his body when he thought of the number one hero.
Instead, what he felt was a seething rage as the nomu before him appeared as the version of All Might that took the life of his own mother.
The nomu, feeling something amiss, roared, rearing back its fist before going for a punch.
"Shut your trap! You damn insect!"
Makoto reached out his hand to catch the fist of the nomu. As soon as it made contact.....
*Slice slice slice-!
"T-that's?!"
"Oh? Interesting....."
"!!!!"
Three reactions were evident in the observation room.
Garaki stared wide eyed watching the scene of Makoto attacking once and completely severing one of the nomu' arms.
While it wasn't his best creation, but rather one of the few that could be dispatched for absolute chaos, it would still take the might of numerous low level heroes to subdue it.
Yet, Makoto had dealt a critical blow to it all on his own. Although it was far from truly making him shocked, it was still surprising.
All For One was almost the same as Garaki, only that he was more surprised and a little proud.
Being the one who gave the nomu its quirks, he knew what kind of effects they had and their applications.
Strength enhancement.
Damage distribution.
Minor regeneration.
Rock skin.
Four quirks that may not seem much, but when pieced together, could take on a few tens of heroes on the lower end.
While Kae was more or less both frustrated, and maybe a little proud. Just a little, a tiny bit proud is all.
And Kurogiri, well.....he's just there.
To be continued.....
—Any sort of criticism will be appreciated as they could help me improve.
Also, a bit of info in this au since it may seem like I'm bad mouthing All Might. I am actually a huge fan of All Might, not deku level tho. But to set it straight, he's not much different than canon All Might.