Some days later
The morning sun filtered through my curtains, casting long shadows across my room. I sat on my bed, staring at the faint black sparks dancing along my fingertips as I flexed Superpower at a low hum. 20% felt natural now, like an extension of my body, honed from endless hours in Dimension Create's void.
But U.A. was real, Class 1-A was my reality, and today was our first major field trip: the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, or USJ. A rescue training facility, designed to test our quirks in disaster scenarios.
My Analytical Mind already buzzed with strategies—earthquakes, floods, fires. With Superpower at 20%, Dimensional Storage packed with items like Senzu Beans (15 left), the Kinetic Glove, and Sonic Disruptor, plus skills like Major Telekinesis and Enhanced Reflexes, I was ready.
I surpassed my classmates in raw power and versatility, even if I kept it humble. Only pros like All Might could truly push me.
But as I prepared to leave, the Gacha System's neon interface flared unprompted, its ding sharper than usual, almost urgent.
System Alert: Temporary Lockdown Initiated.
Due to detected metaphysical instability, all Gacha functions are unavailable until further notice. No daily pulls, no updates, no missions. User retains all previously granted quirks, skills, and items. Standby for reactivation.
My heart skipped. Lockdown? The system had been my guide, my edge—random but reliable. Now it was gone? I tested it, trying to pull up the interface, but it flickered and vanished like a glitchy screen.
Dimensional Storage still worked; I summoned a pipe from Dagobah debris, feeling its weight before storing it back. Superpower sparked black, Major Telekinesis lifted my backpack effortlessly.
Everything was intact—Senzu Beans, Weighted Training Bands, the Ticket to World: Dragon Ball Super—but no new pulls. What caused the "metaphysical instability"? The black sparks? My proximity to Mirio? The system's warnings about complications echoed, chilling me.
I shook it off. No time to dwell—school waited. Inko hugged me at the door, her green hair tied back, eyes shining. "Be safe, Izuku. Rescue training sounds exciting, but remember, you're my hero first."
"I will, Mom," I said, her warmth grounding me. My reborn self cherished these moments; in my old life, family was distant, but here, Inko was my anchor.
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U.A.'s halls buzzed with energy as Class 1-A gathered for the bus. Uraraka waved me over, her hero costume pink and bubbly. "Midoriya! Ready for USJ? I heard it's huge—like a theme park for disasters!"
"Yeah, should be fun," I replied, smiling. My Analytical Mind noted her enthusiasm masked nerves; rescue wasn't her strong suit yet, but her Zero Gravity was perfect for it.
Kirishima fist-bumped me, his red hair spiked. "Man, with your power, you'll crush this! Those black sparks are intense." I nodded humbly, but inside, I knew: at 20%, Superpower let me lift weights that would crumple his Hardening, move faster than Iida's Engine in bursts.
Bakugo slouched past, grumbling, "Don't get cocky, extras." His explosions were top-tier, but my versatility—summoning debris mid-fight, telekinetically redirecting blasts—put me ahead.
Todoroki boarded silently, his dual-colored hair a reminder of his untapped potential, but even his ice walls wouldn't hold against my full 20% punch. Tsuyu hopped on, "Ribbit, Midoriya, you always surprise us."
Kaminari sparked, joking, "Yeah, you're like a one-man army!" Momo adjusted her belt, her Creation quirk versatile but slower than my instant storage.
Aizawa boarded last, his sleeping bag slung over his shoulder. "Quiet down. This is training, not a picnic." The bus rumbled off, and chatter filled the air.
I sat by Uraraka, who leaned in. "What do you think we'll face? Earthquakes? I'm good at floating rubble."
"Probably a mix," I said, Tactical Coordination already weaving plans. "We can team up—your floats with my telekinesis for rescues." She grinned, and my heart warmed; friendships like this were what made this world worth fighting for.
As the bus wound through the city, I reflected on the lockdown. The system's absence felt like losing a crutch, but I had everything it gave: Superpower's black sparks, Dimensional Storage's arsenal, skills that made me untouchable among students.
Even third-years like Mirio—his Permeation was clever, but my strength would overwhelm it. Only pros like Thirteen or All Might could match me, their experience bridging the gap.
The lockdown's "metaphysical instability" nagged, though. Was it linked to my anomaly—reborn with a quirk meant for Mirio? Black sparks hid me, but for how long?
The bus arrived at USJ, a massive dome gleaming under the sun. Thirteen, the space hero in her astronaut-like suit, greeted us.
"Welcome to USJ! Here, you'll train for rescues in simulated disasters: floods, landslides, fires, and more." Her voice was cheerful, but Aizawa's eyes scanned the horizon, wary.
We entered the dome, awe rippling through the class. Zones sprawled out: a shipwreck lake, a fiery ruins area, a mountainous landslide zone, a stormy downpour section, and a central plaza.
"Impressive," Momo murmured, creating a notebook to jot ideas. I nodded, Analytical Mind mapping layouts—high ground for telekinesis, water for Uraraka's floats.
Thirteen explained the exercise: "We'll split into groups, rotating through zones. Focus on saving 'victims'—mannequins—while managing hazards.
Quirks allowed, but safety first." Aizawa added, "No slacking. Real villains don't wait."
As we prepared, Combat Instinct pinged—a faint unease, like eyes watching. I glanced at the entrance, but nothing. Paranoia from the lockdown? We divided: my group with Uraraka, Tsuyu, and Mineta headed to the flood zone first. "Ribbit, this suits me," Tsuyu said, her frog quirk ideal for water.
The simulation started: waves crashed, mannequins bobbed in turbulent water. "Let's go!" I shouted, leaping with Superpower at 20%, black sparks trailing.
I outpaced Mineta's balls and Tsuyu's hops, reaching a mannequin first. Major Telekinesis lifted it—30kg, easy—from 15 meters, storing it in Dimensional Storage for safe transport. Uraraka floated another, her touch negating gravity. "Nice one, Midoriya!"
We rescued three more, my strength letting me wade through currents that would drown others. Tsuyu swam like a pro, but I surpassed her speed on land, black sparks powering my strides. Mineta whined, "This sucks!" but his balls stuck mannequins for easy pulls.
Rotating to the landslide zone, rubble tumbled. I used Major Telekinesis to shift 50kg boulders, clearing paths faster than Kirishima's Hardening could punch through.
"Whoa, Midoriya, you're a beast!" he called from another group. Todoroki's ice stabilized slopes, but my telekinetic range let me rescue from afar, surpassing his precision.
In the fire zone, flames roared. I summoned water from Dimensional Storage—buckets from beach debris—dousing paths.
Superpower at 20% let me smash burning beams, black sparks unflinching in heat. Kaminari's electricity shorted, but my Energy Efficiency kept me going, outlasting the class.
As we regrouped in the plaza for debrief, that Combat Instinct surge hit harder.
"Something's wrong," I muttered. Aizawa tensed, his scarf uncoiling. Thirteen's eyes widened behind her helmet.
A purple portal swirled open in the plaza's center, dark figures emerging. Villains—dozens, led by a misty figure in a suit and a hulking beast with an exposed brain.
"Kurogiri," the misty one said, voice warped. "Spread them out."
"Sensei!" Uraraka gasped. Aizawa activated his quirk, eyes glowing. "Stay back! Thirteen, protect the students!"
Villains flooded in—Nomus? My knowledge screamed: the League of Villains, Shigaraki, All For One's pawns. This was the USJ attack, but earlier? The portal warped, scattering groups to zones. I grabbed Uraraka and Tsuyu, but warp gates pulled us apart.
I landed in the flood zone, water churning. Villains—five thug-types with water quirks—sneered. "A kid? Easy pickings."
Not today. Superpower at 20% ignited, black sparks exploding as I leaped, outpacing their waves. Major Telekinesis hurled a 50kg rock, smashing one. Enhanced Reflexes dodged a water blast, Combat Instinct guiding my path.
I summoned the Kinetic Glove, punching another with amplified force—bones crunched, but non-lethal. Adrenaline Surge pushed me to 22%, speed surpassing Iida's.
"Get him!" they yelled, but my Analytical Mind predicted their moves. Dimensional Storage released debris, telekinetically flinging pipes like spears.
Energy Efficiency kept me fresh, Tactical Coordination imagining class rescues. I stored a villain in living-being stasis—unethical, but necessary—releasing him unconscious.
Two down, three to go. A fish-like villain dived, but I used Dimension Create, vanishing to plan for "hours." Emerging, I crushed his attack with a 20% kick, black sparks rippling water.
The zone cleared, I sprinted to help others. Screams echoed—Bakugo blasting in ruins, Todoroki freezing in mountains. My power let me traverse faster than any, surpassing class efforts.
But the central plaza—Shigaraki scratched his neck, ranting about All Might. Aizawa fought valiantly, erasing quirks, but the nomu loomed.
I arrived as nomu slammed Aizawa down. "No!" I shouted, Superpower surging. Black sparks flared as I charged, outmatching the beast's speed. My punch connected, Kinetic Glove amplifying—nomu staggered, but regenerated.
Shigaraki grinned behind his hand mask. "A strong one. Kurogiri, deal with him."
The portal expanded, villains swarming. I used Major Telekinesis to lift multiple foes, slamming them. Senzu Bean ready (14 left if needed). But the nomu roared, charging. This was just the beginning—the USJ arc's nightmare had started.