The quiet of my room was a fragile sanctuary, the faint patter of rain against the window a soothing counterpoint to the storm raging in my mind.
The Gacha System's neon interface flared unprompted, its mechanical voice echoing in my mind like a judge's verdict.
System Notice: User's growth trajectory requires further refinement. Removing: Knowledge of All Dangerous Spells (Harry Potter World). Magic integration has exceeded balance thresholds, risking over-reliance on external systems. Perk: Transform limited to living beings only—no access to those beings' powers, memories, or abilities. Transformations retain user's consciousness and core physiology.
My breath caught, the interface pulsing red. Harry Potter magic—gone? The wandless spells that had shielded me from Stain's blade, teleported me behind Nomu, stunned Bakugo in spars? I felt the knowledge fade, like ink dissolving in water—Protego's shield, Apparition's crack, Sectumsempra's slash—all vanishing from my mind. Transform's limit stung: living beings only, no powers or memories. I couldn't become All Might for his strength or a dragon for flight anymore—just the form, my Saiyan ki intact. The system's "balance" was relentless, stripping tools to force reliance on my Saiyan core and Sacred Gear: Ocean. Oceanus's voice rumbled faintly in my mind, the primordial god's consciousness stirring. The tides turn, young Saiyan. Adapt, or drown.
I stood, fists clenched, aura internalized, ki steady. The removals hurt—magic had filled gaps left by Major Telekinesis and Energy Efficiency—but they pushed me to evolve. Sacred Gear: Ocean at 10% mastery summoned minor waves, sensed water ki; 20% would unlock tidal control, primordial floods. Saiyan Physiology at 60% meant finer ki control, stronger flares without berserk rage. The All For One memory—white hair, quirk stolen—flashed, but I pushed it down. Mom's smile from our rest days grounded me; I'd train, balance, become the hero she believed in.
Inko was at work, the apartment empty. I headed to the backyard, a small space but enough for controlled practice. No Dimension Create meant no void, but the rain provided a natural ally for Ocean. I focused, Oceanus's voice guiding: Feel the flow, child of the stars. A puddle rippled, swelling into a small wave under my will, crashing against the fence. At 10%, it was basic, but I pushed, ki blending with the gear's primordial power. The rain intensified, water ki surging, and I summoned a tidal pool, swirling around my feet, lifting me slightly. "More," I grunted, aura flaring at 20% ki to boost focus. The pool grew, waves lapping the house, but I controlled it, shaping it into a shield—tidal Protego, water absorbing imagined punches.
Hours passed, rain soaking me, but my Saiyan stamina held. Oceanus rumbled, The sea yields to will. I pushed to 15% mastery, summoning a minor tide from the air's moisture, crashing it against a wall. The wall dissolved, water flowing like a river. At 20%, the tide roared, a 10-meter wave curving under my command, slamming the fence without breaking it. I shaped it into a spear, hurling it at a tree, the impact splintering bark. Oceanus laughed, You grasp the depths. The gear's power synergized with my Saiyan ki, water-infused punches rippling with force. I was drenched, exhausted, but 20% mastery locked in—tidal control, water sensing, primordial whispers.
The backyard was a mess, but I apparated inside—Apparition's crack echoing—towel ready. Magic's removal would hurt, but Ocean filled the gap, a fluid counter to lost telekinesis. Afternoon brought Saiyan training, the living room my dojo. I shadowboxed, punches whistling, ki flaring at 50% for bursts, internalizing to conserve. The green aura roared, Broly's rage simmering, but I breathed, focusing on Mom's smile, Uraraka's encouragement. At 55%, my strikes cracked the air, shockwaves rattling windows. I used Transform, shifting into a tiger for agility, then a bear for power, my Saiyan ki intact—living beings only, no borrowed abilities. The forms honed my control, tiger's pounce blending with Saiyan speed, bear's swipe with ki-fueled strength.
By evening, sweat-soaked, I pushed to 60% mastery, the aura a storm, punches splitting the air like thunder. The berserk edge loomed, vision tinting green, but I internalized it, ki steadying. The system noted: Saiyan mastery at 60%. Ki control enhanced—berserk risk reduced. I collapsed on the couch, panting, but exhilarated. 60% meant finer flares, stronger senses, without rage. Ocean at 20% added fluidity, tidal waves for defense, water ki for tracking. The removals—magic, Transform limits—forced adaptation, but I was stronger, balanced.
Inko returned, arms full of groceries. "Izuku! You're soaked—what happened?" I laughed, standing. "Training, Mom. Smells like dinner's ready." She fussed, drying my hair. "Always pushing. Eat first, then shower." Over katsu curry, we talked—her market gossip, my spars (sanitized). "You're so kind to your friends," she said, sliding a bowl over. "That's what makes you a hero." Her words grounded me, the All For One shadow fading. She didn't know he was her husband, erased by his quirk, but her love was untainted.
Night fell, and I rested, the apartment quiet. The system's balance, my Saiyan power, Ocean's tides—they were tools, not me. I was Izuku, hero, ready for tomorrow's heroics.
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Some time later
The rain had eased to a gentle drizzle, the backyard a sodden canvas of mud and scattered leaves, but I barely noticed as I stood there, the primordial rumble of Sacred Gear: Ocean echoing in my veins. Pushing to 30% meant deeper control—tidal surges, primordial floods, blending with my Saiyan ki for water-infused strikes. The All For One revelation—my father stealing my quirk, erasing Mom's memories—ached, but today was about growth, not shadows.
Oceanus's voice rumbled in my mind, ancient and vast, like the ocean's floor shifting. The tide waits for no man, young Saiyan. Feel the depths, or be swept away. I nodded, the rain pooling at my feet, my hero costume soaked but holding. The system was silent, no new pulls since Ocean, its "balance among peers" a constant reminder to grow, not dominate.
I started simple, the drizzle my ally. At 20% mastery, I'd summoned a tidal pool from the air's moisture, lifting me slightly. Now, I focused, Oceanus guiding: Channel your ki into the flow, child. The sea is not force—it is inevitability. I flared my aura briefly, ki blending with the gear's primordial energy, the rain intensifying around me. Water ki surged, droplets coalescing into a swirling vortex, 5 meters wide, hovering at my command. "Tide Surge," I whispered, the vortex crashing forward, slamming into the fence with a roar, wood splintering but not breaking. The impact sent mud flying, but I controlled it, the wave receding like a breath, leaving the backyard flooded but intact.
"More," I grunted, aura internalizing to conserve ki. Oceanus rumbled, The primordial sea is endless. Draw from the earth's veins. I knelt, hands pressing into the wet soil, sensing underground water—pipes, groundwater, the city's hidden rivers. At 22% mastery, a geyser erupted from the ground, 10 meters high, spraying cool mist. I shaped it, ki guiding the flow, forming a water serpent that coiled around me, scales rippling. The serpent struck a conjured target—a wooden post I'd set up—and shattered it, water exploding like a bomb. My Saiyan strength amplified the gear, the serpent's tail whipping with 30% ki force, cracking the patio.
Sweat beaded on my brow, ki dipping without Energy Efficiency's buffer, but I pushed. Oceanus's voice deepened, The depths hold secrets. Sense the currents. I internalized my aura, blending Saiyan ki with water ki, feeling the rain's flow, the puddle's pulse, the distant river's roar. At 25% mastery, I summoned a localized flood from the backyard's drainage—knee-deep water rushing in, swirling around my legs. I waded through, shaping it into barriers, waves crashing against imagined foes. A Transform test: I shifted into a shark, living form only, no borrowed powers, my Saiyan ki propelling me through the flood like a torpedo. The water bowed to my will, the shark-form slicing through, jaws snapping at a floating board.
The drizzle turned to downpour, thunder rumbling, but I didn't stop. At 27% mastery, the flood surged, a 2-meter wave curling over me, crashing down with controlled force. I surfaced, coughing water, but grinning—Oceanus laughed, You grasp the wave, but the ocean is vast. I channeled ki, the wave splitting into tendrils, lashing like whips, each strike infused with Saiyan power. One tendril wrapped a tree branch, yanking it down, the wood splintering. Another formed a spear, hurling it across the yard, embedding in the fence. My breath came harder, ki straining, but the gear's primordial energy flowed endless, like the sea itself.
By dusk, mud caking my legs, I pushed to 30% mastery. The backyard was a shallow lake, water ki thick in the air. I summoned a primordial tide from the rain—5 meters high, crashing like a tsunami, but I shaped it into a dome, enclosing me in a watery sphere. Inside, I floated, ki flaring at 30%, aura blazing green through the water. The sphere rotated, tendrils lashing out, testing precision. Oceanus's voice boomed, The sea yields to the worthy. You command the depths. I collapsed the dome, water draining, leaving me soaked but exhilarated. 30% mastery locked in—tidal surges, water sensing, primordial whispers blending with my Saiyan ki. The gear's power was fluid, adaptive, a counter to lost telekinesis.
Inko returned, groceries in hand, eyes widening at the flooded yard. "Izuku! What happened?!" I laughed, dripping, "Training, Mom. I'll clean it up." She fussed, towel ready. "You're impossible! Dinner first, then mop." Over katsu curry, we talked, her warmth chasing the exertion. "You're always pushing," she said, eyes soft. I hugged her, "For you, Mom."
Night fell, and I rested, the apartment quiet. I was Izuku, hero, ready for tomorrow's heroics.