In MHA, With A Pirated Version Of Gojo's Limitless {My Hero Academia}

The shopping district of Musutafu was bustling with afternoon crowds, a mix of office workers on lunch breaks, students, and parents with children. My mother had insisted we start with clothes, then move on to school supplies and "everything else a growing boy needs."

"How do these fit?" she asked as I emerged from the changing room in the fourth store we'd visited. Her face practically glowing.

The jeans were perfectly sized, and the black hoodie was comfortable without being baggy.

"Good," I said, still distracted by the morning's revelations. "These work."

She studied my face in the store's mirror. "You've been quiet since we left the house. Are you alright?"

"Just thinking about the assessment this afternoon," I lied. "Nervous, I guess."

"That's understandable." She selected a few more shirts from the rack. "But you don't need to worry. They're not testing whether you're good enough - they just want to understand what you can do."

As we moved through the store, I found myself studying her face, looking for any sign that she suspected the truth about her son. But all I saw was genuine maternal love and concern.

How had she never questioned where a seven-year-old got such detailed knowledge of things that didn't exist in their world? Had she just written it off as childhood imagination?

"Mom," I said carefully as we headed to the checkout counter, "when I was little, when I said my ideas came from dreams, can you elaborate?"

She paused, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "Well, you used to talk about them a lot - said you dreamed about places that weren't Japan, weren't anywhere you'd been. You described things in such detail..." She shook her head. "I took you to a child psychologist, worried you might have some kind of dissociative disorder. Or Maybe your quirk was manifesting in odd ways."

My blood ran cold. "What did they say?"

"That you had an unusually vivid imagination and high intelligence, but nothing concerning from a mental health perspective. They said creative children often develop elaborate fantasy worlds." She smiled sadly. "After your father died, the dreams seemed to get more frequent. I thought it was your way of coping with loss."

"Did they ever feel real? The dreams, I mean?"

"To you? Absolutely. You'd wake up talking about this other life you lived, other friends you'd had. Sometimes you'd cry because you missed people who didn't exist." She reached over and squeezed my hand. "It broke my heart, seeing you so sad about imaginary friends."

Imaginary friends. Other lives. Other families.

The original Rei Takumi had remembered his previous life, just like I remembered mine. But unlike me, he'd apparently shared those memories with someone who'd dismissed them as childhood fantasy.

"The dreams stopped after you disappeared," she continued as we approached the register, slapping her head like just said something dumb. "Well obviously. When you came back, I half-expected you to start talking about those other worlds again. But you seem more... grounded now. Focused on this reality."

Because I was a different person entirely, replacing someone who'd been torn between two worlds.

"Yeah," I managed. "I guess I grew out of it."

The rest of our shopping trip passed in a blur. My mother chattered about practical things while my mind raced with implications.

From my understanding, the original Takumi Rei was a Transmigrator, probably an alternate version of myself based on how we looked so much alike.

If the original Rei had been a transmigrator, what had caused his disappearance? Had someone discovered his true nature? Had he been taken for experimentation? Or had he somehow found a way back to his original world?

By the time we arrived at the Hero Commission building for my assessment, I felt like I was drowning in questions.

Exactly the same one I was in just yesterday.

"Takumi family?" A receptionist checked her tablet. "Agent Yoshida is waiting for you on the 15th floor."

The elevator ride felt endless. My mother kept trying to make encouraging small talk while I stared at my reflection in the polished doors, wondering who was really looking back at me.

Agent Yoshida met us as the elevator doors opened, her professional smile in place. "Kenneth, Mrs. Takumi. Right on time. How are you feeling?"

"Ready to get this over with," I said honestly.

"Good attitude. Follow me."

She led us down a hallway lined with doors marked with various testing designations. "We'll start with a basic interview, then psychological evaluation. Once that's done, we'll move on to physical assessments, and finish with quirk demonstrations. The whole process should take about four hours."

"Psychological evaluation?" Akira asked with concern.

"Standard procedure for anyone with powerful or unusual abilities," she assured me. "Especially someone with your unique circumstances. We need to make sure you're mentally fit to use your quirk responsibly."

I nodded, though internally I was wondering what kind of questions they'd ask. How do you psychologically evaluate someone who's technically from another world entirely?

"What exactly are you testing for?" my mother asked.

"Standard power classification, potential hazard assessment, and recommendations for training or support," Agent Yoshida explained. "We need to understand not just what Rei can do, but how his abilities might develop over time."

She opened a door marked "Interview Room 3" - a comfortable space with chairs arranged around a low table, nothing like the stark interrogation rooms I'd expected.

"Please, both of you sit. Rei, I want to start by saying this isn't an interrogation. We're here to help you understand your abilities and ensure you receive appropriate support."

"Appreciated," I said, settling into a chair.

"First question - when did you first notice your enhanced abilities?"

"Three weeks ago, when I woke up in that alley."

"Did they all manifest at once?"

"Um ... No. The barrier thing was first. The strength, and the rods were next."

She made notes on her tablet. "That's usual. Most quirks manifest gradually during childhood, with full development by adolescence. Though they are appearing faster than they normally should."

"Normally?"

"There have been cases of trauma-induced quirk evolution, or latent abilities triggered by extreme stress. Given your seven-year absence and memory loss, either could apply."

My mother leaned forward. "Is it possible his quirk was suppressed somehow? Maybe by whoever took him?"

"It's possible," Agent Yoshida agreed. "There are quirks that can suppress other quirks, and certain drugs can interfere with quirk development depending on the Quirk type. We'll run some tests to check for residual effects."

The questions continued for another thirty minutes - details about my abilities, how they felt to use, whether I experienced any side effects or limitations. I answered as honestly as possible while carefully avoiding anything that might reveal my true nature.

"Alright then, it's time for the next phase."

The psychological evaluation came next, and it was every bit as invasive as I'd feared. Dr. Yamamoto, the staff psychologist, was a soft-spoken man who somehow managed to make even the most innocuous questions feel like they were peeling back layers of my soul.

"How are you adjusting to your recovered identity?" he asked, settling into his chair across from me.

"It's... complicated. I don't remember being Rei Takumi, but everyone else does. It's like living in someone else's life."

"Do you feel like you're pretending to be someone you're not?"

I considered the question carefully. It was probably the most relevant thing anyone had asked me since this whole thing started.

"Sometimes," I admitted. "But I'm trying to be the person they need me to be."

"And who do you think they need you to be?"

"A son. A friend. Someone who's worthy of their love and trust."

"And who do you want to be?"

"A hero," I said without hesitation. "Someone who protects people. Someone who makes a difference."

"Even if it means living a life that doesn't feel entirely your own?"

"Especially then. If I have these powers, I should use them to help people. It doesn't matter if I remember my past or not."

Dr. Yamamoto made notes, his expression thoughtful. "You mentioned feeling guilty about not remembering your mother, your childhood friend. Do you think that guilt is healthy?"

"Probably not. But I don't know how to stop feeling it."

"What if I told you that the boy you were before your disappearance would want you to be happy? Would want you to build a life and relationships that bring you joy?"

"I'd want to believe that."

"Then try. The past is important, but it shouldn't be a prison. You have the chance to build something new while honoring what came before."

The psychological evaluation ended not long after

"Alright," Agent Yoshida finally said. "Let's move on to physical testing. Are you ready?"

"As ready as I can be. What exactly does this assessment involve?"

"Several Phases."

The testing facility was on the seventh floor, and it was far more impressive than I'd expected. State-of-the-art equipment, reinforced training rooms, and what looked like a small army of technicians and analysts ready to poke and prod at my abilities.

"Dr. Tanaka will be overseeing your assessment," Agent Yoshida said, introducing me to a woman in her fifties with gray hair and sharp eyes. "She's one of our best quirk analysts."

"Kenneth Takakura," Dr. Tanaka said, shaking my hand. "Or should I say, Rei Takumi? I've read your file. Quite fascinating circumstances."

"Just Kenneth is fine," I said. "And yeah, it's been a weird few weeks."

"I imagine so. Well, let's move on to the fun part. Shall we?"

The next room looked like something out of a superhero training montage. Reinforced walls, impact-resistant floors, and equipment designed to measure everything from grip strength to reaction time.

"We'll start simple," Agent Yoshida said, gesturing to what looked like a high-tech version of a carnival strength tester. "This measures maximum force output. Just hit it as hard as you feel comfortable with."

I approached the machine, studying the reinforced striking pad. "How hard is too hard?"

"The machine is rated for up to fifty tons of force," she said. "I doubt you'll break it."

"Noted."

Following which, I threw a casual punch, holding back significantly. The machine registered 0.8 tons.

Agent Yoshida's eyebrows rose.

"That was ... Pretty good."

"Oh?" I asked questioningly. In the list of powers, Superhuman Physical Prowess was the third power I had selected.

The explanation was as follows.

Enhanced Strength, Speed, Stamina, Senses Perception, Body Control, Regenerative Factor and Limitless Potential.

The first tree were obvious. The fourth meant my senses, sight, hearing, smell, and natural reaction had all been enhanced to higher levels.

I could literally, see, smell and hear far better than the average human. It was potent. Really potent. Each of these individual capabilities could be classified as a quirk on its own, if my powers were quirks of course.

I was no expert, but judging from my little estimations, I could practically smell better than a bloodhound, my hearing could practically allow be to form my own form of echolocation, and my perception was bullet time at minimum. I should know. I stopped several muggings after all in my three weeks of homelessness. I didn't have X ray vision or could see in infrared or other light spectrums, but I could see farther than the average human for sure.

These senses upon awakening nearly drove me mad.

Why was I still sane?

Because of Enhanced body control. It did exactly as the name implied. Granted me far greater control of my own body, and high Mastery of my senses and enhanced strength within just one hour of practice.

Explaining why I didn't break people up on shaking, rip out doors upon pulling, and I could turn My sight, smell and hearing on and off like an activation switch.

Probably the best sub addition to an ability I was genuinely grateful for.

Where was I going with this?

Oh yeah, I was basically a mini, mini, mini, miniature Superman .... No Omni ... Scratch that, Homelander. Yeah, that fits right.

However, this was an anime world with Quirk powered individuals. 0.8 Tons? That should be like 800 kilograms right? Could that be considered strong?

Agent Yoshida gave me a long look before shaking her head.

"Your expectations for yourself must be quite high to feel 0.8 Tons is trivial. Yes, compared to the top strength based quirks, it is. But your ability isn't strength focused."

"Huh?"

"Indeed." Dr. Tanaka said, gesturing as she explained. "This is just one aspect. 0.8 Tons is 800 kilograms. In the past before quirks, the world record was only 400+, making the world's elite athletes at the time. Plus, comparing your strength to the top percent is biased. There are many mutant quirks in society who only reach his level after years of training and Mastery of their powers. Many fail to break through 1 Ton. While you at initial awakening can already reach the maximum ceiling of many who failed to become pro heroes. Stats like this means you can lift a Motorcycle, or carry 3-4 adult males while running."

Well, that was informative. Talk about Info dump.

I shrugged a bit while scratching my head. "I guess I have high standards as you said. U.A is in Ten months and they'll be a lot of people with a lot of good quirks there. So I have to be ready."

I gave the standard hero line. All Three women, the Hero staff and my mom all lit up with smiles blossoming on their faces.

"Trust me, with that attitude. I'm sure you'll make it. Plus we haven't even gotten in depth." Dr. Tanaka replied, her eyes carrying great interest. "That was just a casual punch after all. We haven't reached your limit yet. Try again, and put some effort into it this time."

'My limit. Right. Should I go that far though?'

I thought while raising my fist and hitting harder, though still nowhere near my maximum. 2.7 tons.

"Fascinating," she muttered, making notes. "Can you estimate your maximum output?"

"Honestly? I have no idea. I've never really pushed myself to my limits."

"I see. Have you experienced any inability to control your strength? Like accidentally pulling out your fridge door when trying to open it, crushing something by applying more force than necessary ... That kind of thing?"

"Well no. I mean ... Yeah, I did once, but not recently. That was when I first woke up in that alley. Just like you described, I was practically wrecking whatever I touched despite not even trying. But I got a hold of it after some time. It's been that way ever since."

"Fascinating, truly Fascinating." The woman said putting in all sorts of Data into the tablet in her grasp, or so I imagined. "Your powers must come with increased control of your own body. It allowed you to adapt quickly enough to the increased physical change. Give it one more Try. As hard as you can."

"Alright."

I gave it one more go. Not fully strength though. But almost as hard as I could.

3.9 Tons.

Agent Yoshida kept nodding repeatedly. Her body language radiating approval and recognition.

"How's this?" I asked. I wanted to know just what this level of strength translated to.

"Well, I can say that you can lift a small car with ease. Your speed, ability to tank blunt objects at high speeds, and Jumping ability all on this basis are already above many newbie heroes. Comparable to most long time heroes in the society. Of course not in full ability, combat matchings and experience. But if we're talking about just raw strength kid? Congratulations, you've surpassed 99% of the planet."

I didn't reply, processing this.

"We may need to arrange for more specialized testing," she said. "But for now, let's move on to speed assessment."

The speed test involved running between sensors placed around the room.

"Now this is where we'll decide where your quirk factor is."

"I'm sorry. What?"

"Quirk factor. The point in which your Quirk resides and grants you your powers."

Dr. Tanaka adjusted her glasses.

"I'll explain better. Most people have specific places where their quirk resides. Like their arms, legs, mouth, basically the place in which they release their quirk from. Most people only have enhanced arms. Meaning while they can punch great, the rest of their body is pretty normal. Maybe a little enhanced but nowhere near the level of their quirk factor imbued limbs. Most people can breathe fire or ice from their mouths, or see very far away, make people sleep by singing with their mouths, and have very stretchy fingers. That's their quirk factor. Once you shut off the quirk factor, then they can't use their quirks. Of course this is just for some people. Many other heroes don't have specific quirk factors as it resides throughout them. For example, someone who can gigantify. Restraining any one limb or body part won't stop them from using their quirks. You got that?"

"I do."

"Good. We're here now to see if that's your case. Whether your strength resides in your arms, or all over your body."

"How?"

"By testing your speed. A quirk that enhances every aspect of the body is rather rare. Like All Might's unknown quirk that makes him superhuman in every category. If yours is similar, then you'll display more than just strength, but also speed, reaction and durability."

"Noted."

The places was a long, narrow lane enclosed by sleek walls lined with flashing red sensor strips.

"This is our standard sprint track. Ten meters forward, ten meters back — twice. The sensors will log acceleration, peak velocity, and overall time. This setup is used in U.A.'s recommendation evaluations and provisional hero courses."

I looked down the track. The floor looked ordinary, like synthetic turf crossed with rubberized matting, but up close, I noticed faint lines of embedded tech — pressure plates, maybe? Cameras buzzed faintly overhead. A pair of floating drones hovered into position, lenses focusing on me.

"Run as fast as you feel comfortable," Dr. Tanaka said, adjusting her tablet screen. "You're not here to impress us. You're here to establish a baseline."

"Right," I said, rolling my shoulders.

They didn't need to tell me twice. Still, I had to be careful — I didn't want to end the day leaving burn tracks or needing to rebuild their equipment. My whole life the past three weeks had been about control.

I stepped into position, exhaled slowly, and set my feet.

Then I ran.

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