The quiet of my room after the Sports Festival's whirlwind felt like a gift, the faint hum of Saiyan Physiology a constant reminder of the power thrumming beneath my skin.
The green aura flickered subtly when I moved, a controlled ember of strength that had carried me to victory over Bakugo in the finals, Todoroki in the semifinals, and every obstacle before that.
My knowledge still marveled at it all: the crowd's roars, the pro hero offers piling up on my desk (Hawks, Nighteye, even a curt note from Endeavor), and the way Class 1-A had swarmed me after the awards ceremony, Uraraka's hug lingering longest.
I'd tested All Might and Mirio with Transform, disguising as the unscarred Symbol of Evil, and confirmed their strength, but the guilt of that deception gnawed at me.
Mirio's support had been genuine, All Might's praise unwavering, yet I'd deceived them. The Gacha System's lockdown had lifted, granting Transform as my latest perk, but its silence since felt ominous, like it was watching, waiting.
I sat at my desk, sketching hero notes-strategies for internships, ways to counter Stain's ideology if the rumors from Hosu City were true.
My internship choice loomed: Nighteye's agency, tying me to Mirio, seemed logical, but the system's "heroic alignment" teases hinted at more.
A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. Inko peeked in, her green hair tied back, a tray of tea and mochi in hand. "Izuku, you've been cooped up all morning. Take a break!" Her smile was warm, chasing away the shadows. I stood, hugging her.
"Thanks, Mom. You're right-I need to clear my head." She ruffled my hair, her eyes misty with post-festival pride. "My champion. Just... don't forget to eat." I laughed, the normalcy grounding me.
As she left, the Gacha System's neon interface flared, its mechanical voice echoing in my mind like a judge's gavel.
System Notice: Further recalibration required. User's growth trajectory requires balance among peers to maintain narrative integrity. Removing: Major Telekinesis, Energy Efficiency, Dimension Create, Zenkai Boost. These abilities have accelerated power beyond sustainable levels for heroic development.
My stomach dropped. Major Telekinesis-gone? That 50kg lift, the debris storms in the Cavalry Battle? Energy Efficiency had kept me going through Todoroki's ice-fire onslaught, Dimension Create my void for training hours in seconds, Zenkai Boost my post-injury edge.
The system's "narrative integrity" excuse felt like a slap-did it think I was too OP, unbalancing the story? My Saiyan Physiology remained, the core of my power, but these losses stung.
I felt the shift immediately: no telekinetic hum in my mind, no endless stamina buffer, no void access, no injury-fueled surges. I was still superhuman-strength to shatter mountains, speed beyond Iida-but stripped of tools that made me untouchable.
The system continued, unyielding. Compensation: Two free pulls granted to offset recalibration.
Relief mixed with dread. Pulls were random-could be a game-changer or a dud. The kaleidoscope spun in my vision, colors flashing: flames, swords, glowing orbs. It slowed, settling on the first result.
Pull 1: Item - Senzu Beans x30 (S-Tier). Restorative beans from the Dragon Ball Z universe. Each bean fully heals injuries, restores stamina, and replenishes energy. One-time use per bean. Stored in Dimensional Storage.
Thirty beans? My heart leaped-Senzu Beans were my lifeline, healing fractures from my old Superpower pushes. Now, with Saiyan durability, they'd keep me going through any marathon. The second pull flashed, the interface pulsing brighter.
Pull 2: Item - Ticket to Vampire Dungeon (S-Tier). Grants access to a created dungeon housing the strongest vampires from various universes. User will be given a quest upon entry, with rewards based on completion. One-time use. Stored in Dimensional Storage. Use with extreme caution.
Vampires? Strongest ones-Dracula, Alucard from Hellsing, maybe Twilight's immortal horde? A dungeon quest sounded like a game-rewards, challenges-but the system's "extreme caution" warning chilled me.
I stored the ticket, its weight heavy in Dimensional Storage alongside the 30 beans. The system's balance felt like a leash-keeping me strong, but not godlike.
I stood, flexing-Saiyan Physiology surged, green aura flaring, but without Energy Efficiency, I felt the subtle burn of exertion. No Dimension Create meant no void training, no Zenkai for power spikes.
Major Telekinesis's absence left my hands empty for object manipulation. "Okay," I muttered, "time to adapt." The system wanted balance? Fine-I'd push my Saiyan limits the old-fashioned way, without crutches.
Internships started tomorrow, Nighteye's agency my choice for its ties to Mirio and strategic focus. But today, I'd train, move past the losses, and master 40% of this Broly power.
Inko was at the market, giving me the house. I headed to the backyard, a small space but enough for basics. No Dagobah Beach debris meant no improvised weights, but I could use my body.
I started with push-ups, Saiyan strength making the ground tremble-ten, twenty, fifty, the grass cratering under my palms.
Sweat beaded, the burn sharper without Energy Efficiency, but my Analytical Mind tracked it: muscle adaptation, aura stability. At 20% control, I'd dominated the festival; 40% meant precision, not just brute force.
I shifted to sprints, the backyard a blur as I dashed, green aura trailing. The fence loomed-I leaped, clearing it effortlessly, landing in the neighbor's yard with a thud that cracked their patio.
"Sorry!" I called, apparating back with Apparition, the Harry Potter spell seamless. Magic filled the gap left by telekinesis-Accio could summon objects, Protego shield me. I tested it, whispering, "Accio dumbbell," pulling a weight from my room.
It flew to my hand, 20kg, easy to curl. Without telekinesis, this was my new tool-versatile, but requiring focus.
The afternoon wore on, my body adapting. I shadowboxed, punches whistling air, green aura flaring with each strike. Combat Instinct's loss meant no sixth-sense warnings, but Saiyan senses compensated-tracking wind shifts, predicting trajectories.
I pushed to 25% control, the aura intensifying, ground cracking under my feet. Pain crept in, muscles straining without Zenkai's boost, but I gritted through, resolve burning. "40%," I panted, "I'll get there."
By evening, sweat-soaked and aching, I collapsed on the grass, staring at the stars. The losses stung-telekinesis for versatility, efficiency for endurance, Dimension Create for growth, Zenkai for recovery-but they forced balance.
I wasn't invincible; I was a hero, growing with my friends. Uraraka's smile, Kirishima's fist-bump, Todoroki's nod-they'd push me too. The Vampire Dungeon ticket tempted-strongest vampires, a quest for power-but caution won. Not now, not before internships.
Inko returned, arms full of groceries. "Izuku! You're filthy-what happened?" I laughed, standing. "Training, Mom. Smells like dinner's ready." She fussed, wiping dirt from my face.
"Always pushing. Eat first, then shower." Over katsu curry, we talked-her market gossip, my festival stories (sanitized).
"You're growing so fast," she said, eyes misty. I hugged her, the All For One shadow fading in her warmth. "I learned from the best, Mom."
Night fell, and I lay in bed, reflecting. I'd push to 40% Saiyan mastery, magic and Transform my edges. The League loomed, Stain's rumors in Hosu, but I'd face them balanced, heroic.