It was just another day for the average highschooler, Kurogane Shiro. Arriving home, away from school he had his own means of decompressing—anime.
A man of his stature often found comfort in anime and manga—which made him by norm—an otaku. He was an average built youth, his height stagnant at 5'8" and his build more on the slim side. Settling into his bed he booted up his laptop, launching up his pirated anime site the moment it turned on.
Just as he was about to click on the updates tab on his anime site however, a sudden notification caught his attention.
[Do you ever dream of reincarnation?] It read.
Kurogane stared at it briefly, his mind flashing momentarily with the mundane memories of his current life. His parents weren't in his life—succumbing to a life of substance abuse his uncle had pulled him out of that environment and placed him in an apartment of his own that he willingly covered.
Even so, he and his uncle weren't that close. They never spoke much—not out of animosity or anything just because they hadn't much to speak about in the first place. Kurogane always thought it was strange though that he still took care of him. Maybe it was the request of his grandmother—the only relative he can recall ever truly caring for him.
Kurogane shook his head however—thinking of such thoughts was a bother anyways. He clicked on the notification. There, it opened up an interface with three options.
[If so, state how or what you would reincarnate as.]
[Customization: Restricted to one key input.]
[Destination: Chosen via roulette spin.]
[Additional traits: Restricted to only two key inputs.]
Kurogane stared at the interface for a while, his face shifting from curiosity to subtle excitement thinking that this game would be a fun addition to his hobbies.
He selected customization as he moved his mouse. There, several categories came up from different worlds. They held the races and bloodlines of the inhabitants of each world. Kurogane scrolled until he came across a certain bloodline that made him smile with respect and acknowledgment.
[You have selected bloodline type: Hanma. After reincarnation you will gain both Hanna biology and physiology.]
Reading the words that followed, Kurogane shifted a bit in his chair, laughing lightly, thinking that it meant his character for the supposed "game" he'd been thinking of would.
"Hmm—it seems, the world my character may go to is random. That being said—I can do that last."
His bubbly voice muttered in quiet thought. He then selected the traits option.
[Input two key traits that will help you on your journey.]
Hmm—
Kurogane stared in thought before finally deciding. "Well if I don't get placed in the world that I want for my character, I'll give him the trait—SpaceTime Stepover. This is merely a world jumping skill that the game may limit but it'll still be usable. As for the other trait—since my character is a Hanma, maybe a trait called AbsoluteLimitless. My character can grow indefinitely with no limits! Traversing worlds and conquering them with merely his strength! MWAHAHAHA—COUGH! COUGH!"
"ARGH! COUGH! COUGH!" It was sudden—his monologing briefly cut off by a barrage of intense coughing.
Pitui!
He spat then—a chunk of blood with what looked like his… liver? This sight immediately frightened Kurogane—and so he reached for his phone immediately thinking fast to dial the ambulance's number. However—life had ulterior motives. He would not get to make that desperate call in fact—as he would immediately come to perish.
His heart just collapsed on the spot with his eyes only glancing back at his computer screen for one last moment—its words clicking with his dying thoughts.
[Choices made—world selection suddenly activated. Beginning reincarnation to My Hero Academia. Safe travels from—Truck-Kun, the cybernetic version.]
'Man what the fu—'
Then—blackness.
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In a room, white walls enclosed a hospital bed where a woman—strong—lay with her legs lifted. Around her were nurses that assisted a doctor at the entrance of her vagina as she was in the process of giving birth.
"Push ma'am, he's almost here!" A nurse encouraged. The woman—Viveria—pushed with all her might. Her face turned red—her body that was coiled with dense muscles—tensed and gathered sweat by the buckets. Her head of beautiful raven black hair and burnt-golden irises were a mess of trial and desperation.
Moments passed by in a blur and finally—she had succeeded. Though the result shocked all nurses and doctor gathered. The child was large—larger than the average baby. His hair was a deep sapphire-red whereas his irises were that same burnt-gold as his mother.
And most shocking of all was that—this child did not cry. He simply stared at the doctors curiously before turning to face his mother.
"C-Congratulations Miss V-Viveria!" The doctor said as he lifted the baby boy with extra effort. He brought forth the baby and lay him gently atop the mother's chest. She looked into his eyes—the same as his own then to his hair—the same as that man's own.
She smiled gently albeit a bit bitterly—"You look just like him, just far more handsome than that ugly face he carries around." She spat clearly not liking his father but she knew never to blame a child who had nothing to do with her anger.
Her fingers reached the outstretched hands of the baby with a gentleness.
A nurse holding a clipboard that gathered atop it—documents that would contain the baby's identity then approached. "Miss Viveria, it seems your baby has been affected by your Quirk—Prime Frame."
Silence—then—
"Is that a bad thing?" Viveria asked, concerned immediately for her baby. She too had noticed the unusual size of her baby boy. Yet despite it, he looked unnaturally calm, just staring into her eyes that mirrored his.
"You're a smart little one aren't you? A little dragon you are." She played with him.
At that time, the nurse continued, ignoring their intimacy.
"No, not exactly. My Quirk is called: Absolute Analysis. It grants me the ability to analyze anything I deem interesting.
And from what I saw under the usage of my Quirk, your son's body adapted to your Quirk and well evolved.
As your Quirk is a body enhancing one that also clears ailments of the natural biology and physiology—it most likely also enhances your womb and other internal organs to the peak of what a human should wield before removing any and all deficiencies from them.
That little charmer adapted through everything. Realistically, that should be humanely impossible, however—your Quirk itself is one that naturally defies the common logic.
So your Quirk, Prime Frame, possibly molded and genetically enhanced that little baby boy, clearing his genes of any deficiencies before enhancing everything and having him adapt to it."
Hearing that her eyes widened for a moment before finally she burst out in a feral laughter. The doctor and nurses immediately took a step back as the recently retired hero, Iron Matron.
"My beautiful child! I've decided then! Ryūjin—Hanma Ryūjin! That is your name!" Her voice was a mixture of pride and joy.
She, the Iron Matron of the hero world, a woman that never lost a fight—a monster that broke her enemies with efficient and nonstop ass whoppings laughed with such boisterousness.
Her laughter was loud, but it was pure. The nurses chucked at her antics whereas the doctor sweat dropped.
So the day went on like normal—due to her quirk she recovered quickly, registering her son's name and date of birth immediately. Her stay within the hospital was short but even then, she was visited by her peers. Heroes like Hawks, Mt Lady and even Gran Torino stopped by.
And just like that—four years had passed.
In the middle of a backyard stood, Ryūjin—in all his glory far larger than the average four year old. He stood in somewhat of a daze—as though recounting something.
"It—wasn't a dream?"
"Quirks? Hanma Ryūjin? Viverion? All Might?!" Then, finally—the weight of it all and the shock that followed—slammed into him immensely.
"I'M IN MY HERO ACADEMIA?! WHAT THE FUCK?!" His voice was loud, louder than it should be.
Why was it louder than it should be? Well because, behind him a strict, maternal voice would suddenly call out from within the large modern home.
"Hanma Ryūjin! WHERE DID YOU LEARN SUCH FOUL LANGUAGE!?"
His mother or rather Ryūjin's mother called out from inside as heavy footsteps began to march forward.
"Aw shit." He said quietly, cold sweat pouring down from his face. There he saw it. The 6'5" beast of a woman he now had as his mother.
The one and only—Iron Matron. The queen of bone breaking. In that moment the stories and documentaries his predecessor had watched resurfaced in his mind.
His body shook however, betraying his panicked mind as it trembled with excitement at the thought of a battle this fierce. It was sudden but also clicking his mind with remembrance of something.
'Damn this Hanma blood!' He gritted his teeth as he straightened his figure the moment his mother arrived before him. "M-Mom! Funny seeing you here! I thought you went to the grocery?!" He said comically.
She stared at him, her arms crossed across her large chest sternly.
"Oh so, when I'm out this is the foolishness you carry about with? To think my sweet baby was such a potty mouthed little devil!" Her words were laced with a promise that assured an ass whopping.
Silence. Bit by bit she got even more irritated at the sight of being ignored. Her arms unfolded—they reached out to grab him by his ears. Yet, before she could reach them—he bolted!
Bang!
The earth beneath him cracked slightly as he blurred back at immense speed. The sudden burst of speed surprised her momentarily before the motherly sternness reclaimed everything.
Her Quirk was in action at that moment.
"GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!"
She shouted as she too vanished in a blur.
Moments later we see Ryūjin laying on the couch with several bumps having risen on his head, a bag of ice in his hand as he mumbled something inaudible.
'Damn mother's strength! I'll pay you back for this hundredfold woman!'
Bang!
"Ow!!"
"I can hear your thoughts, they're louder than the neighbour's busted down caravan." She said with a sinister smile as her knuckles cracked slowly.
"M-My apologies my loving mother dearest.." Ryūjin said sincerely.
At those words, his mother scoffed but the playful smirk couldn't be hidden. She skipped away like a literal teenage girl as she headed to prepare dinner.
This left Ryūjin to his own thoughts.
'So—I really died huh? That's honestly insane. Reincarnation is real number one—number two, so are anime and manga worlds I guess.
And of all places I really ended up here in MHA. Heroes and Villains topple cities like it's nothing—if not for my chosen options, I'd be worried sick. Then again—my input inadvertently created an additional hero plus world lore.
At least I watched the anime till it's finished. Even where Deku ended up losing his powers. Sigh—this is a drag. As for my mother… She was the number six heroine. That's insane. Shows alone how powerful she must be. She looks like she's still in her prime…
Though, she retired, huh.
Because of me it seems. She's rough but her love is genuine based on how she cared for the previous Ryūjin.
The little brat only gave her problems. Beating up kids in daycare and then kindergarten, having her run around with him back and forth transferring him continuously.
Guess I'll have to make it up to the old lady one day. Sigh, damn my big heart!'
His thoughts were long and drawn out, but they were necessary. He got up and walked over to the kitchen—looking at the tall and gorgeous woman in awe before hurriedly approaching her and hugging her thick legs.
Her eyes widened, she stopped cutting the vegetables and looked down. "What's wrong baby—you here to apologize?" She said—her tone was gentler this time. He looked up and nodded before she reached out and lifted him onto her.
"Mom—thank you for taking care of me and I'm sorry for all the trouble I gave you. I promise I'll be better!" He declared albeit very cutely. She blinked a few times, her eyes a golden wonder before she cracked a smile.
"Haha well, at least you're still my sweet baby boy!" She said with a maternal gentleness the former Kurogane had never known.
Wrapped up in the warmth of it—Ryūjin was a little taken aback. Though, in moments he simply smiled and adjusted. 'I…can get used to this.' He hugged her tightly.
TO BE CONTINUED.