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Beginning of Chapter
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The U.A. cafeteria was a burst of colour and voices, alive with the scent of warm food and fresh beginnings.
Students crowded into booths and tables, the energy high from the first day of UA, many of the students taking this lunch break to get to know one another.
At a specific table near the front door sat Gojo with a group of others around him.
"Man," Kirishima said through a mouthful of rice, "that Quirk Assessment Test was intense!"
"No kidding," Kaminari groaned, rubbing his temples. "I still feel like my brain is short-circuiting."
Across the table sat Gojo, glasses on the table in front of him, arms folded lazily over his tray.
He hadn't said much, but his presence drew attention regardless.
Uraraka sat beside him, glancing at him between bites. Midoriya, Momo, and the others filled out the rest of the table.
"Did anyone else think Aizawa was actually going to expel someone?" Uraraka asked.
"He looked serious the whole time," Momo added. "He was evaluating everything. Not just results—responses, quirk usage, decision-making…"
Kaminari nodded. "That dude's scary. No blinking, no emotions—like a dry erase board with murder in his eyes."
Kirishima laughed. "I respect it. He wanted to push us from the start."
Midoriya looked around the group. "Everyone did great though. I saw some incredible stuff."
He turned toward Gojo. "You... kinda breezed through it."
Gojo tilted his head, his voice calm as he traced his finger along the table.
"I followed the instructions."
"Your scores were crazy," Kirishima said. "You high jumped and then nearly beat lida, his whole quirk makes him be the fastest. Like damn bro."
Gojo let out a laugh. It was honestly funny now he thought about it that way.
The one who's quirk makes him be all about speed, was nearly bested by someone who just uses his quirk in a unique way.
"But what's your Quirk exactly?" Kaminari leaned forward. "I mean, alright 'Limitless'... But like, what does it do. You blasted that ball with a red beam, then the phone stopped falling mid—air..."
"Is it perhaps a telekinesis quirk?" Asked Midoriya as he gave a curious look.
"It's something you don't need to know. You don't show your cards when playing poker now do you?" Gojo replied as he pulled out his phone.
He tossed it in the air infront of him and once again, it just stopped falling mid air.
They all took a moment to understand what he said.
Uraraka looked at Gojo then as his phone. "Well... that much be extremely useful for late night scrolling in bed."
"Or just using it in general, your arms and hands wouldn't get tired." Momo sighed.
Gojo laughed at their comments.
"So," Kirishima said, setting his chopsticks down, getting everyone's attention "what's everyone's end goal here? Top ten? Support? Pro agency?"
"I want to be a hero that makes people feel safe, that's the goal!" Uraraka said.
"I'd like to lead support development eventually," Momo offered.
"I'm aiming for the top, man," Kaminari said with a grin. "Can't pass up being famous."
As they all spoke, Gojo glanced at each of them, while taking mental notes on their goals.
'Make people feel safe, I suppose that's a respectable goal. Lead support development?... business woman lives, and the top for fame? Hey, man has his priorities.'
Midoriya spoke next, practically vibrating with excitement about his goal.
"I want to be the kind of hero who can protect everyone—even when things fall apart... Ill be someone like All Might, able to laugh in the faces of danger!"
'... An all Might wannabe... oh boy.'
It wasn't that Gojo didn't like All Might. He respected him, for his strength.
He could do whatever he wanted, no one can say no to him, why?
Well, people usually don't want to mess with someone who can part clouds with a punch.
And while that's a status Gojo wanted to reach... All Might seemed a bit... lacking.
Especially in the grading system.
Someone he'd rather say he wants to be compared to was the current only confirmed special grade quirk user/hero in the world.
Someone America had in their pocket, and no one wanted to mess with.
Then all eyes turned to Gojo.
"...Whys everyone looking at me like that?" he asked.
Uraraka looked at him. "What's your goal, your dr-..."
"What's your dream, why are you wanting to be a hero Gojo?!" Midoriya asked, buzzing with excitement before realising the annoyed look he got from Uraraka for interrupting her.
"Oh... right... It's simple really. To be the Strongest."
'Among other things...'
"The strongest?" Kirishima asked, raising a brow.
Gojo nodded. "Which means I'll be the number one hero."
Hr stated as if it was a fact. His tone just calm certainty.
Uraraka blinked. "Wow… That's a big claim. I'm sure you'll become strong Gojo" she said staring at his eyes...
Meanwhile Momo narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. "But how do you define strength? Power? Strategy? Leadership?"
Gojo only offered a small smile. "You'll see."
Midoriya stared at him. This whitehaired, blue-eyed boy was different.
'He's not just aiming for the top… He believes he's already on the way.' He thought to himself.
In that moment, admiration and rivalry bloomed side by side in Midoriya's chest.
'He's my classmate... maybe even a friend… but also a wall I'll have to climb. Maybe the highest one.'
Although, it wouldn't be long, until this wall would grow taller... and he would have the worst fall of all if he climbed it.
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Location: Hero Public Safety Commission Building. Level 5 Intelligence Agency
Currently, elsewhere in Japan's most secure building...
Madam President Reinka of the Hero Public Safety Commission stood at the edge of a glass projection table.
In the room were staff members, all working on something different, from potential villain attack areas, to the grading system of the heroes.
As she stood, wearing a formal black suit with a red tie, looking over at the missing people cases.
All with one thing in common.
Quirk users.
Her posture was rigid, and currently her voice, colder than the room's temperature... and different compared to last time.
"The disappearances are increasing," she said. "Quirk users vanishing across multiple prefectures—no patterns in age or ability."
Beside her stood her Left Hand Jogo, dressed in a tactical long coat, scanning through holographic case files.
"They're careful. No signs of struggle. No ransom demands." He answered
"We've ruled out known villain. Too quiet. Too surgical."
She folded her arms. "Then we're dealing with someone organized. Possibly experimental."
"Black market harvesting? Testing? Genetic manipulation?" he asked.
"All on the table," she replied. "But whatever it is—it's ramping up... Keep me updated on this, and find some sort of lead. How the Hell do people vanish without a trace."
He paused, then tapped another file. "On another front... we've got a situation in the west.
Electric-type. Identified as Kashimo Hajime. Assaulted two substations. Nearly breached the Mihama Power Station."
He did as a video played, a man with a grey outfit and bright blue hair, arcs of electricity flying off his body as the ground layer scorched in his chaos.
The video zoomed in on his wide grinning face, his personal details displayed om the screen as his face was recognised by the system.
Her expression remained the same. "Why wasn't I informed sooner?"
"He hit fast. Got in, wrecked infrastructure, left chaos. Surveillance caught only static and arcs."
"Is the station compromised?"
"Stable. For now." Jogo replied
"And the response?"
"Sukuna is in the air. ETA under two hours." Jogo said as he typed and brought up videos of the electric villains rampage.
The President's jaw tightened "Make sure he doesn't take this lightly. If that villains goal is to absorb the power running in the power station itself…"
"I know," he said. "It'll be like that incident a few years back all over again."
A moment of silence passed before the President spoke again.
"I want Nezu to update me on Ryomens son. And find out all information on him. Any means necessary."
Jogo nodded. "Already been on it, in fact, I will be taking a visit to where I believe his currently guardian is."
"Koun... Honestly if he didn't quit he would have been a excellent hero... or member here."
"Honestly... That quirk of his is so damn annoying. Although I doubt it's as good since he hasn't been in action with it...
In my personal opinion, he had the most hype hero debute back then... blah blah blah, long ass explanation then 'In the 4 minutes and 11 sec–..."
"Can you get to work, Jogo..." She stated in a calm tone but the annoyance was clear.
But what made most of the staff working turn to her, was the fact she yelled at him, in his exact voice.
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Location: Gojos home of residence.
Meanwhile, at Gojos hone, he was sitting in his chair at his desk thinking about the day.
The day had been busy. Getting to know his classmates... evaluating their potential.
The reason he was home was due to the fact Aizawa dismissed them all for the day. Stating that tomorrow is where things would get serious.
Currently Gojo sat cross-legged in the middle of his room, glasses and jacket off, displaying his well built body.
His white hair glowed faintly in the low light. His hands were open, fingers twitching gently in the air.
Limitless.
He hasn't honestly explained to anyone but his uncle.
His uncle always told him that if a hero went around explaining their abilities, that's just asking to have a villain grow a brain and make a counter.
The concept hung in his mind about his quirk —space itself, not as an empty void, but a medium.
Something stretchable. Malleable. Real.
He reached to touch the ground.
Air resistance responded in odd ways—like there was more distance between his palm and the wall than should exist.
'Space itself... something I can fuck with... the fabric of space... I can feel there's more I can do besides Limitless, Red and blue... plus this new technique I have...'
Gojo knew that his ability was manipulation of space, more precise and accurate that other documented quirks about space manipulation.
Currently Gojo has been working on a new technique.
If he controls space, then Limitless is the vastness of space.
Blue was a Black Hole
And red was the theoretical white hole.
But now... what about a worm hole?
He closed his eyes and focused.
Across the room, he mentally marked a single spot.
He exhaled.
He visualized it—his breath slowing.
His body didn't shift. But something stretched... The gap between two points thinned.
He blinked—
And he was standing on the other side of the room
He panted slightly. The amount of mental clearance and energy was nothing to scoff about.
'Energy... I need more stamina... fuck, I need to train my stamina more and unlock more of it' He thought to himself as he leaned against the wall
He heard the front door opening down stairs.
'Uncle should be home earlier than now... probably out at that casino place again'
He sighed.
Gojo proceeded to get up, put on a shirt and open his door to leave the room and to go greet Koun.
"I wonder... was my hero outfit I gave in to bland... Eh, it's my clothing so why should anyone care" he shrugged as he walked down the stairs.
He knew that this new ability, would instantly become a massive tool in his arsenal.
And that arsenal would only grow...
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