(A/N: Edited Chapter)
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"Come here, you little shit!"
'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, he is catching up!'
A few minutes have passed since I erased any possibility of my karate teacher having descendants.
And to my dismay, so far, he hasn't calmed down even a bit. If anything, he looked even angrier than before—with actual foam coming out of his mouth and everything.
It seems that behind his good-guy charade, a very irascible guy was hiding!
"I will chop you up and send all of your body parts to your parents once I'm done with you, little bastaaaard!!!"
My bad, it seems that behind his good-guy charade, a psychopath was hiding!!!
'COME ON, WHERE ARE THE FUCKING HEROES WHEN A CHILD OF NO MORE THAN SIX YEARS OLD IS BEING PURSUED BY A FUCKING MANIAC!!'
Screaming inside my mind in panic, I continued to run wherever my instinct led me, hoping from the very bottom of my heart that this guy wouldn't catch up to me any time soon.
And if he did, hopefully, a hero would get here before he had the chance to do anything.
So, just letting my instincts kick off, I ran without any real destination for a few minutes. This whole situation is looking more and more like an actual Scooby-Doo chasing sequence by the minute.
As I ran, I tried my best to shake him off. However, he proved set on not his goal of chopping me up. No matter how many tricks I played to try and lose him, the guy stayed on my tail.
Thank God my body was superior to that of my peers. Without it, this guy would have caught me long ago.
Sadly, it was clearly not superior enough to lose him, it was barely doing the job of keeping his hands away from me.
Not that I wasn't thankful for that.
However, at the rate this was going, this pursuit was never going to end... Unless one of us ran out of stamina first.
Whether that would be him or me first, I didn't know, but I wasn't planning on stopping either way.
The longer this lasted, the more chances there would be of a hero getting their ass here AND HELPING ME.
Fortunately, he seemed to be having trouble running with one of his nuts turned into paste, so that raised my chances.
Hmm?
"... Shit!"
—Or they did, until I took a wrong turn, and the next thing my eyes caught sight of was a wall in front of me, blocking my escape route.
'You've got to be kidding me.'
I skidded to a stop before I slammed into the wall, and then, with nowhere else to go, I turned to face my destiny, swallowing hard.
"HAHAHA I CAUGHT YOU, YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
There he was, my teacher, standing menacingly at the end of the alleyway I had just cornered myself into, now sporting a maddened grin that, coupled with being drenched in sweat and having his hair completely disheveled, only added to his psychotic state.
A bead of sweat rolled down my forehead as I looked at him with a nervous smile.
'Surely, he was just trying to scare me when he said that he would chop me up earlier, right?'
For a moment, I considered giving him the legendary 90-degree Japanese apology bow, in hopes he'd find the good in his heart and decide not to do something so horrible to a child.
Sadly, he showed me his unmovable resolve when he slowly pulled out a fucking pocket knife from his pants and pointed it at me.
'Holy moly, this guy was serious about chopping me up!'
I took a step back as I saw his menacing figure slowly approach me, brandishing his knife around like he was enjoying the sight of me being cornered.
Then, I looked to the sky—
My eyes widened.
There he was. All Might was in the sky, falling upon us to save me!
Unfortunately, that was just my imagination. The only thing in the sky was a damn bird.
'Come on, the timing for making an epic entrance already happened! Where the fuck are the heroes when a child is about to get brutally murdered here?!'
I glanced behind my teacher, at the end of the alleyway, hoping some clown in a costume would appear and shout "Stop there, you evildoer!" or something.
Sadly, that didn't happen either.
Gritting my teeth in frustration, my eyes darted to my teacher once again, who had a victorious and murderous grin etched across his face as he continued to approach.
At that moment, I understood what I had to do.
Cornered, with no one to save me, and about to be cut open... There was only one thing left for me to do.
I had to fight for my life.
So, clenching my fists and tensing my muscles, I took a deep breath and prepared to lunge at him, ready to use whatever was at my reach to gain the upper hand.
I would even bust his other nut if necessary.
Nedless to say, I was scared shitless at that moment. But I haven't been learning karate for two months straight, only for this guy to simply come and trample over me as if I were some kind of newbie—which I was, considering he only taught us bullshit.
However, I had faith in me... Faith that among all the shit he taught us, I had managed to pick something of real value.
So, shaking my head to shrug off any hesitation that I might still have had, I clenched my fists—and my cheeks too, just in case—and prepared to jump him.
'This was something that was bound to happen eventually on my road to becoming a hero...' I smirked at the thought, already planning on using this as an anectode to use when I got interviewed after becoming a famous and rich hero.
For that, however, I had to survive this first.
'So be it... For the money and the riches!!!'
-Bam!!-
Leaving those words behind, I kicked the floor and shot forward like a ferocious beast ready to fight to the death.
"HYAAAAAA—!!!"
-Thud!-
"—AAAaaaah..?"
However, just as I was about to deliver my first deadly punch, a tall figure appeared in front of me and blocked my path, causing me to bump my head into it and end up falling on my butt.
'Who...?'
"Hohoho, isn't this quite an awful scene? I wonder, why is an adult like you bullying such a small child?"
'... A hero?'
Hearing the voice of this mysterious individual, I frowned slightly out of bewilderment, before I finally lifted my head to see who it was.
And imagine my surprise when, in front of me, I saw the same creepy old man who had been watching us through the window a while ago.
'Why is this guy here?!'
Seeing him appear so suddenly between him and me, my teacher clicked his tongue and waved his knife around as if trying to scare him. "Who are you, old man? Mind your own business!"
Those were his last words.
-Ta, Ta, Ta, Ta, Ta, Ta, Ta, Ta!-
-Bam!!!-
The old guy proceeded to bombard the guy with multiple punches at super speed as if he was a machine gun of fists, before slamming a crude kick on his chest, sending my teacher flying away with a dumb face as he muttered "what?", unable to process what had just happened in the blink of an eye.
-Thud!-
Mr. Bustednut proceeded to then crash and roll through the floor like a broken ragdoll until he ended up outside the alleyway, startling some pedestrians who had been passing by.
I, on the other hand, simply stared in disbelief at how everything had unfolded from one moment to another.
"So this just happened."
I gave the old guy a stunned glance. He was now stretching while muttering stuff like "I'm simply too old for this," and shaking his head with a disappointed look.
'Damn.' I blinked, as if to make sure I was seeing things right, and that I was not imagining things.
This was for sure the most surreal thing that had happened to me so far—aside from reincarnating in a world with superpowers, and discovering that God is a serial killer inside a videogame, of course.
"Hmm... Now, what should I do about you...?"
Suddenly, as I continued questioning the veracity of my own sight, the old man finally turned to face me, raising an eyebrow and scratching his beard as if deep in thought.
'What does he mea—'
My thoughts were cut short as he took as step forward, and suddenly fucking teleported in front of me, scaring the shit out of me.
'The fuck—?!'
Not fazed by my shock, the old man then kneeled and proceeded to look at me with a curious expression, as if he was seeing something interesting.
Seeing that, I couldn't help but blurt out a curse inside my mind.
'Fuck, don't tell me he is that kind of old man?'
Imagining the worst, I couldn't help but take a step back and prepare for another imminent fight for my safety—even though, judging from how he had obliterated my teacher, I stood 0 chance here.
Fortunately, before I had the chance to overthink his words any more, he stood up again and took a few steps away from me, a smile appearing on his face.
I unconsciously relaxed slightly, seeing that he wasn't about to try anything... or at least not yet.
Though that gaze of his still hadn't left me.
Suddenly, he spoke up again, startling me slightly. "I saw you in that 'dojo' earlier. I wonder, what did you do to your teacher for him to become so angry at you?"
He gave the unconscious teacher a look, before returning his gaze to me, eventually sighing and shaking his head.
"Well, either way, that surely wasn't proper behavior from an adult. I'll have him deal with the police later."
Hearing him say that, I sighed in relief. It seemed this matter was resolving without further trouble.
But not wanting to leave things to chance, I decided to give the old guy some more details so he could tell them to the police. That way, the more chances this psycho would be locked up for a good while.
"Well, I overheard him when he had been speaking on the phone and coincidentally revealed he was actually teaching useless stuff to us, scamming us by saying he was actually a karate master!"
"Hoh?... And he attacked you when he discovered that you were overhearing him, right?" The old man nodded with a sly smile, scratching his beard as he made the deduction.
However, I was quick to correct him. Lying in court is something bad, after all.
"No, it's because I gave him a kick on the balls when I heard that."
"...?"
The old man almost tripped with nothing when he heard me, glancing at me with a disbelieving expression, before turning to the fallen teacher, and offering him a brief prayer.
"May you rest in peace."
With that, he turned back to me, flashing me an interested grin.
"Leaving that aside, tell me, kid, are you interested in learning martial arts?"
"What?"
Hearing the sudden question, I felt confused for a second, before I finally remembered this guy's earlier movements, widening my eyes as I began getting excited.
'That's right, this guy looked like an actual martial arts master earlier... Don't tell me...?'
I cleared my throat, trying to hide my enthusiasm from slipping into my voice.
"Y-yeah, I wanted to learn... But this guy scammed me and in the end, I never got to learn anything..."
Nodding his head at my words, the old man grinned slightly, before puffing up his chest.
"Then tell me, do you want to become my disciple?"
'He actually said the thing!'
Fist-pumping mentally after hearing that, I cleared my throat yet again to not appear desperate and crossed my arms.
"Well, if you insist."
Don't mind my fast response. I was just that desperate.
After all, my dream depended on this, and a flashy old guy who knew some epic martial arts was like a gift from heaven, considering my other teacher ended up being a scammer.
However, as I finished uttering my acceptance, memories of him creepily watching us through the window at the dojo resurfaced on my mind, and I couldn't help but find strange he was offering this out of nowhere.
How long had it been since we met? A minute, two minutes?
How come he was suddenly asking me to become his disciple? Was he like some sort of evil cultivator planning on turning my body into some weird pills?
Wait, my bad, this is the My Hero School world—or whatever the anime was called—there shouldn't be cultivating stuff here.
Still, not wanting to jump like a dumbass into my own demise, I decided to try asking him about it without sounding too suspicious of him... If he dodged the question, then this was a bad idea fosho.
"Still... why do you suddenly want me to become your disciple?"
"Hmm? Why?"
Hearing my question, the old man raised an eyebrow in surprise, before he then nodded his head with a satisfied expression, as if he was seeing something really good.
"Caution is something good... Anyway, answering your question, I saw you performing some exercises in that dojo before, and I noticed a certain peculiarity about you... More specifically about your body"
'My body?'
Furrowing my eyebrows in confusion, I looked down in confusion, before my eyebrows shot up as I had an idea of what he might have been talking about.
"Surely you have noticed it already..."
Smiling as if he knew what I was thinking, the old man chuckled before he then pointed at his arms and did a flexing motion.
Seeing that, I confirmed my doubts.
"Is it my strength? I do have more than the other kids."
I gave my body a glance before turning back to the old man, who nodded and then kneeled, tapping my chest with a serious look in his eyes.
"It's not only your strength, kid... that entire body of yours is amazing in terms of all that regards physical performance. Be it stamina, reflexes, strength, flexibility, or speed. All of those characteristics in your body are almost twice as good when compared to other kids... Is it your Quirk, perhaps?"
'That much?' Hearing that, I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
Although I knew that I had a good physique, I never expected it to be that high.
Though that's probably because I was an adult until I died, so I was more accustomed to having that level of strength.
But when I think about it... Isn't it strange for a six-year-old kid to be as strong as an adult?
'Is this the work of God Impostor?' I couldn't help but wonder.
Amen.
As I thanked God, I pointed towards my glasses, answering the curious old man.
"My Quirk just lets me create glasses. I can control their shape and color, but that's pretty much it."
With that explanation, I proceeded to touch them and consequently change their shape to all kinds of glasses I could remember. Nerdy ones, thick ones, Harry-Potter-like, intellectual ones, all until I eventually returned to my usual look, returning to the design that resembled blue shield sunglasses, hiding my eyes from outside.
I could even stretch them enough to cover my whole head like an astronaut helmet, but that one was a tad harder to do.
Truly, I had come a long way since I got my Quirk diagnosed. At that time, my glasses looked like some 1-year-old had tried making them, looking more like an abstract drawing of glasses, than actual glasses.
Now, they had a cool design that I'd probably never change, and I could even alter their shape and color. If that wasn't proof of unmatched potential, then what was?
The old man raised an eyebrow. "You're saying that's your Quirk? Then what about that abnormal body of yours?"
I simply shrugged.
"No idea. The doctors said that it was just a rare case of my body being born stronger than what was common, not a byproduct of my Quirk."
"... What?"
I sighed. "Basically, I was made different."
"..."
The old man looked as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing, locking eyes with me as if trying to take out a hidden truth from me.
Sadly, there was no truth to be sought here, besides the one I had just told him.
And he noticed that too upon seeing my honest expression, sighing and flicking his head at me to signal me to follow him.
"Well, whatever. Anyway, kid, let's go, I'll bring you back to that Dojo for now. We can talk on the way."
"Ah, that's right... My dad is probably dead scared right now..." I nodded.
With that, both began our journey back to the Dojo.
'Hopefully, dad won't be too angry.'
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-To be Continued...-
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(A/N: Here is what Suzaku currently looks like)
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