The doctor's office smelled like antiseptic. I sat on the exam table, swinging my legs while a doctor with a Quirk that made his eyes look like magnifying glasses poked at my palms.
"Well, Mr. Akabane," the doctor said, looking at my Dad. "It's quite a fascinating Emitter-type Quirk. It seems your daughter can infuse kinetic energy into inorganic objects through skin contact. Once she 'charges' an object, it becomes unstable and detonates upon impact or after a short delay."
Dad looked like he was trying to process a manual for a nuclear reactor. "Is it... safe?"
"With training, yes. We're calling it 'Matter Detonation.' It's similar to some combustion quirks, but since she uses external objects as the fuel, it doesn't put as much strain on her body, though I imagine the recoil could be an issue later on, that is, if her body adapts to it."
I stared at my hands. Matter Detonation? Sounds fancy. In my head, I just called it the 'arsonist wet dream'.
I realised I could probably turn a handful of marbles into a cluster bomb. The potential for property damage was beautiful.
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The walk home was quiet. The sun was setting, painting the Musutafu skyline in shades of orange that reminded me way too much of that exploding baseball. Dad was holding my hand, his grip a little tighter than usual.
Riko's Internal Monologue:
Okay, so It's official. I've got the power. The "Rex Splode" special. Now comes the big question... what the hell am I supposed to do with it?
In this world, if you have a flashy Quirk, everyone expects you to go to U.A. High, wear spandex, and scream "Justice!" while punching villains through buildings. Bakugo is already planning his victory parade. Midoriya is probably at home right now analyzing my explosion in a notebook.
But me? Do I really want to be a Hero?
I mean, I could join UA and be with the cast and stuff, sure its lots of fun fighting with them defeating villians and stuff but you know whats not fun, breaking your fucking fingers, body, or burning the shit out of yourself, plus why would I put in effort anyway, like I wasn't a fucking athletic, model human being, in my past life, point being, a being Hero sounds like a lot of work. You have to study, you have to do physical training, and you have to deal with the stress of the plot. Plus, I Ugh.....hate studying. I already did that once. The thought of sitting through high school math again makes me want to charge my own brain and pull the trigger. So not much of a motivation there. As for money and future…heh..
Ladies and gentlemen, I may not have a brain, but I have a plan.
Back in my old life, I wasn't just a jobless guy with a taste for Red Bull. I was a jobless, shitty artist. Plus, I remember the manga, movies, and comics from my old life. And it seems none of them are present in this world. Therefore, people..... I offer you plagiarism. I'm gonna make a shit ton of money.
Therefore... instead of fighting villains, I plagiarise?
I could start a manga empire. I remember the plots of One Piece, Naruto, Bleach, hell, just one of could fetch me shit ton of money! I could be the richest mangaka in history. I wouldn't have to get punched in the face by a guy with a Gigantification or decay Quirk. I could just sit in a fancy studio, eat Mitsuki's curry, and draw cool shit all day.
"Riko?" Dad's voice snapped me out of my "World-Famous Author" daydream.
"Yeah, Pop?"
"You've been quiet. Are you... ok?"
I looked up at him. He looked so genuinely worried. He probably thought I was traumatised by blowing up the baseball.
"I was thinking about being a manga artist," I said honestly. "Making tons of money so you can retire and stop driving that dusty truck."
Dad blinked, then let out a hearty laugh, ruffling my messy hair. "A manga artist? With an explosive Quirk like that? That's a new one. Usually, kids your age wanna become heroes but hey, if that's what makes you happy, I'll buy you all the pens in Japan."
I smiled. But then, I thought about Bakugo. I thought about the look on his face when I blew up his home run. If I don't go to U.A., who's going to be there to annoy him? Hmm.
Hero or Mangaka?
Saving lives or drawing waifus?
"Meh, future me's problem", I muttered as we turned the corner to our rundown apartment.
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