MHA : ODIN (JJK Template)

Chapter 21: LITTLE SHIT YOURSELF JOHNNY



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There I was, sitting in what I clearly hated from the deepest depths of my heart, surrounded by mindless 11-year-old dweebs of children. 

It was devastating; the room filled with screams of mindless chaos. 

Why was it like this? I don't remember it being this chaotic in my past life, 

so why? Is it because my mind has grown too mature for this? 

Is it because of the templates that keep flooding my mind with a vast variety of information, forcing my brain to develop an overwhelming amount of intellect? 

No, it's not that either. 

It's... It's because I'm in the fuckin' MHA universe where teens never develop any sense of maturity until they are in their late 30s. 

Yes, 10-year-olds acting 5, 20-year-olds acting 10, it's so fuckin' cringe.

**RRRRING!**

"Ok everyone, time for lunch," said a middle-aged woman who was rather too thick for her age. 

I think she said she was 34, which was weird because who in their right mind would unexpectedly say their age to mindless 10-year-old children, but what can you expect from a cartoon that disguises itself as an anime?

It was now lunchtime, and I had grown tired of watching children run around to the point that it exhausted me so much; 

I simply went to sleep until a stupid kid with spikes for hair came looking for trouble.

 'What is it about me that gives the impression of weak?' I asked myself, clearly aware of the structure of my body. 

My muscles were clearly visible through my long-sleeve shirt, but I guess it was too long for a 10-year-old kid named Johnny to notice. 

"Shit yourself," I said, using my [cursed speech], which started a ruckus. 

Although little shit yourself Johnny was annoying, I have to say, he did prove useful as a toy for entertainment.

School had now ended, and even if I looked around, I didn't seem to find anyone I knew from the anime. 

It's not like it mattered anyway since my system was not a Gacha System that needed them to make me stronger.

"Yea, yea, I know," said Lady Nagant from afar as she was discussing what seemed to be a serious issue with the teacher. 

Apparently, she thinks I'm too quiet in class and was asking Lady Nagant if there were any problems at home. 

How extremely stupid, thinking that the only person in the classroom acting somewhat mature had problems. 

Yea, no shit, madam donut.

Lady Nagant came to my direction, indicating that we should leave. 

Me, as always, willingly accepted her request, not knowing that her leaving was the repercussion of insulting a teacher for being fat, the same teacher who threatened to call the guards.

 'Calling the guards for a hero, ha, ridiculous,' or maybe I shouldn't blame her, considering that Lady Nagant was not wearing her hero costume but rather casual clothes, which instead of being purple, was a long red dress. 

Although her hair still retained its usual color, she slightly covered it with a red beret that made her face look too stunning. 

Her face was probably one of the reasons the principal of the school hasn't changed my registration or outright expelled me. 

Well, what can I do but accept the advantages of having a beautiful mother, or at least in the eyes of the public.

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"Do you know anywhere that teaches people how to invent things?" Ken asked, his face still facing the oncoming busy road.

"Ain't you too young for inventing things?" Lady Nagant said, curious. 

Ken looked at her with an expression of confusion and usual disbelief. 

"Woman, I kill people," he said, causing Lady Nagant to sigh in response, changing her gaze as she continued with her actions.

"I'll make some calls."

"Thank you."

Lady Nagant gave him a side-eye as if awaiting an unwanted response.

"Don't say it," she said, still looking at him with the side of her face.

"Dumb dumb," he spoke, laughing. Hearing him laugh, Lady Nagant also couldn't help but slightly smile in laughter.

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'So this is it, huh?' I said as I walked into a filthy junkyard filled with piles of scrap and boxes. 

As I moved, I remembered how Lady Nagant said this was the only place that had the finances and infrastructure to accommodate and take extras as its workers. 

Coming here, I honestly didn't have that much of a choice; the clock was ticking, the clock was taking too much time, and that clock is my system. 

I realized that after using [construction] continuously, it didn't increase at any time by a significant percentage. 

This, with also the fact that I didn't have the privilege to fight every day, or any day, considering that even if I went out to make an assassination with Lady Nagant, she always ends the mission with only one bullet. 

I know the time is coming, the time when I will have to go on that type of mission alone, and unlike Nagant, I don't have the privilege of long-range assassination, which means I'll have to fight with straight hands. 

And the other reason I'm here is because construction, just like all abilities, increases with the act of using it, but unlike fighting abilities, [construction] is different. 

It's not as simple as using cursed speech, where you only need to say a command and let it drain your cursed energy. 

No, [construction] is understanding each component of an object and everything that makes it up, from the smallest of components to the largest. 

The stronger the understanding, the stronger the created substance becomes, the less cursed energy needed to create that substance. 

If I want to use [construction] effectively, I'll have to understand what I'm creating to the smallest of properties. 

If I want to be him, I'll have to understand the concept of reality, the concept of earth and everything in it. 

So what better way to do that than to have the understanding of an inventor? It's the only wa...

**BOOOOMMMM!!!**

A strong explosion, so strong I had to move my body and ready my stance.

"Hahahah! My baby, it works!" I heard a goofy female voice laughing with joy. 

As I moved my body closer to the sound, I was too tense, so tense I didn't realise who it was that came into view. 

Her pink braided hair, large big brown glasses at the top of her head, but her face covered with a black substance that was probably produced by the explosion that happened seconds ago. 

Yes, it was her, Mei Hatsume, the mother to many but wife to none.

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