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In MHA, I Have A Pirated Version Of Gojo's Limitless: 76 A Son's Decision
🕑 Added 2025-10-29 19:50:58 +0000 UTC"Okay."
The word fell like a thunderclap.
Akira's head snapped toward him, eyes wide with disbelief. "What?"
"Okay," Ken repeated, his voice calm and steady. "If you don't want me to be a hero, then I won't be a hero."
The reply left everyone stunned. Even his mother, who'd just made the demand, looked caught off-guard—as if she'd expected more resistance, more argument, more of the determination she'd seen in him since his return.
"Young Takumi—" All Might started, his voice thick with emotion and barely concealed disappointment.
Ken looked at the Symbol of Peace—at the skeletal man who represented everything heroic in this world—and felt nothing but a strange sense of clarity.
"Mr. Toshinori, Mr. Aizawa, Principal Nezu... thank you for all your help. I appreciate everything you've tried to do for me. But my mother's right. This isn't worth her peace of mind."
"Ken." Aizawa's voice was rough, almost urgent. "Don't make decisions like this in the heat of the moment. Think this through."
"I have thought it through," Ken said simply. He looked at his mother, saw the tears still streaming down her face, the trembling in her hands, the weight of fear that had been crushing her since the moment she'd learned the full truth about what had happened to him.
And he thought about the calculation he'd been running in his head since this conversation started.
'What do I actually lose by agreeing to this?'
"I've been at U.A. for two days," he said, his tone matter-of-fact. "Two days. I barely know my classmates. I don't have years of friendships or bonds tying me there. What I do have is a mother who's already lost her husband, who spent ten years not knowing if her son was alive or dead, who just found out the full extent of what I went through during those years."
He squeezed her hand gently.
"Weighing those two things against each other? There's no contest. She matters more."
"But your potential—" All Might tried again, and there was genuine anguish in his voice.
"Doesn't matter," Ken interrupted, though not unkindly. "Not if the cost is making my mother live in constant terror and worry."
Nezu had been silent, his dark eyes studying Ken with that unnervingly perceptive gaze. Now he spoke, his tone careful.
"Young Takumi, I understand the impulse to prioritize your mother's feelings. That's admirable. But are you certain you're not making a decision you'll regret later?"
Ken met the principal's eyes steadily. "I'm certain that I'd regret making my mother suffer more than I'd regret not becoming a pro hero."
It was the truth, just not the whole truth.
Because the reality was simpler and more pragmatic than anyone in this room realized.
He could have argued. Could have made appeals to reason, to necessity, to ambition. He could have painted pictures of saving lives and becoming the next Symbol of Peace, could have talked about duty and responsibility and all the grand ideals that drove people like All Might and Midoriya.
He could probably have convinced his mother, eventually. With the right words, the right reasoning, the right emotional buttons pushed—he could have won this argument.
So why didn't he?
Because all those reasons, all those justifications... they were ultimately lies.
What did he actually need from U.A.?
Education? He already knew everything taught in hero theory classes. Quirk law, disaster response protocols, villain psychology—he'd absorbed it all with Meta Eye months ago. Scratch that, he had gone beyond.
Quirk training? Only his Meta Eye could benefit from formal instruction, and even that was something that would still require him to develop on his own.
The rest of his powers weren't even quirks for that matter.
Infinity didn't need training—it either worked or it didn't. The Quirk Extinguishment rods were tools, not abilities to be honed. The derivative applications like shards, explosions and control of the energy within it to create the effect akin to weapon telekinesis was as far as it could go. And his shadow... well, that was something he'd never reveal to U.A. anyway.
Getting stronger? He was already stronger than 99% of the population. With Infinity active, regular villains were completely helpless against him. The only threats that remained were All Might, All For One, and Stars and Stripes. U.A.'s training regimen wasn't going to bridge that gap.
Becoming a hero?
That one was true, but not for the reasons everyone assumed.
He didn't want to be the next Symbol of Peace. Didn't want the adoration of crowds or the weight of society's hopes on his shoulders. Didn't have Midoriya's burning desire to save everyone with a smile or All Might's conviction that heroes represented the best of humanity.
His reasoning had been practical from the start. Simple. Almost mercenary in its clarity.
He'd decided to become a hero for one reason: the license.
Legal permission to use his abilities in public. The right to defend himself and others without being arrested for vigilantism. Official sanction that would let him protect his mother if threats emerged, without adding "wanted criminal" to his list of problems.
Perhaps he was interested in the fame and fortune, but that want waned after the first month of ATLA's success. That was all he'd ever really wanted from the hero path.
He let out a quiet sigh.
“Truth is,” Ken said aloud, “I didn’t want to be a hero for fame or recognition. Or even for some noble dream of justice. Primarily anyway.”
His words drew all eyes back to him.
“In truth, I just wanted the license,” he continued, his tone even. “The legal right to use my powers. To defend myself—my mom—and anyone else in any situation if ever need be. Just like the sludge villain incident several months ago. Despite saving a life, I would have probably been put in jail for illegal quirk usage if my circumstances back then were far more ordinary.”
“Once I learned I previously had a life, I suspected a day would come where my forgotten past would catch up to me. Turns out I was right.”
The room went utterly still.
“So yeah ... I wasn’t chasing the title of ‘Pro Hero,’” Ken said quietly. “Just the security that came with it. If I could’ve gotten that without the hero course, I would’ve taken it in a heartbeat.”
Akira’s breath caught. “Rei…” she whispered, her expression a mix of heartbreak and disbelief. “That’s why you told me you wanted to be a hero all those months ago?”
“That's all.”
For a long moment, she couldn’t find words. Then she exhaled shakily, voice trembling. “You’re serious.”
“As a heart attack,” he said, smiling faintly, though there was no real humor in it. “So if you’d feel better—if it’d help you sleep at night—then I’ll give it up. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you don’t have to worry about me anymore.”
His mother just stared at him, wide-eyed, stunned into silence. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, words failing her.
Ken tilted his head slightly, lips curling into a light smirk. “Don’t tell me you’re backing out now.”
That earned a watery laugh from her despite everything. “You really are impossible.”
“I get that a lot,” he said, shrugging.
Across from them, Aizawa rubbed a tired hand over his face. His serious expression fading as he leaned back.
All Might seemed to be in thought. "I see."
The man looked half-torn between relief and frustration. The boy’s reasoning was sound—but it carried the quiet resignation of someone too detached, too calculating for someone his age.
It reminded All Might just how much he had gone through to end up like this. And possible dangers that still lay ahead.
“Well then,” a voice drew everyone's attention. All eyes turned to Principal Nezu. “there might be a way to reconcile both perspectives.”
Both mother and son looked at him at once.
"Mrs. Takumi," Nezu said carefully, "I want to make sure I understand your position correctly. You don't want your son training to become a pro hero—participating in combat exercises, internships, active villain confrontations. Is that accurate?"
Akira nodded, wiping her eyes. "Yes. I don't want him constantly putting himself in danger as a career. I can't... I can't live like that."
"I understand," Nezu said. "And I believe we can accommodate that while still addressing your son's need for legal quirk usage protection."
He hopped down from the couch, pacing slightly.
"As you may know, Young Takumi's enrollment at U.A. is somewhat... unconventional. He's not on Class 1-A's academic roll. He participates in practical training alongside them, but follows an independent curriculum at an accelerated pace. The original arrangement was for him to complete in one semester what typically takes three years."
Akira frowned. "I... I knew his schedule was different, but I didn't realize it was that different."
"The arrangement was designed for exceptional students who already possess the theoretical knowledge required for hero work," Nezu explained. "Young Takumi tested at a third-year level academically. He doesn't need the classroom instruction—he needs practical experience and legal certification."
He paused.
"However, that original arrangement assumed he would be participating in all practical exercises—including combat-focused training, mock battles, and other high-risk scenarios. Given your concerns, I'm proposing we modify that arrangement."
"Modify how?" Akira asked cautiously.
"Young Takumi would continue his independent study track," Nezu said. "But instead of participating in combat-heavy practicals, he would focus exclusively on the components necessary for obtaining a provisional hero license: rescue protocols, disaster response, legal frameworks, and controlled assessment scenarios."
Aizawa spoke up. "Basically, he stops training to be a combat-focused hero and starts training purely to pass the licensing exam. Once he has the license, he's done. No obligation to continue, no expectation of pro hero work."
"The combat portion of the provisional exam is unavoidable," Nezu added honestly. "It's a required component. But it's controlled, supervised, and conducted against other students rather than actual threats. With your son's abilities, it would be the lowest-risk evaluation he'd face."
All Might's eyes widened slightly, understanding where Nezu was going.
"A provisional license?" Akira repeated, frowning. "But isn't that for heroes?"
"It's typically for hero course students," Nezu clarified. "But it's not exclusive to them. The license itself is simply legal authorization to use one's quirk in public for the purpose of helping others during emergencies. It doesn't require becoming a pro hero. It doesn't obligate the holder to patrol or actively seek out danger."
He looked at her seriously.
"What it does do is provide legal protection. If villains attack your home, if there's a natural disaster, if any emergency situation arises where your son needs to use his abilities—the license means he can do so without facing criminal charges for vigilantism afterward."
Ken felt a small spark of interest. This was... actually closer to what he'd originally wanted. The legal protection without the career obligation.
"So he could defend himself legally," Akira said slowly, "but he wouldn't be required to... to go out and fight villains as a job?"
"Correct," Nezu confirmed. "The provisional license is exactly what it sounds like—provisional. It grants temporary legal authority for quirk usage, but it doesn't come with the professional obligations of a full hero license. Think of it as... insurance. Legal protection in case of emergency, not a career path. He can get the full license upon graduation."
Akira looked at Ken. "You knew about this arrangement? The modified enrollment?"
"I knew I was on a different track than the rest of the class," Ken confirmed. "What I didn't know was that we could modify it even further to focus just on getting the license rather than full hero training."
He looked at Nezu. "That's what you're proposing? I study for the provisional exam components, take the exam when it comes around, and if I pass, I'm done?"
"Essentially, yes," Nezu confirmed. "You'd remain living on campus for security purposes. You'd have access to training facilities for independent practice. But you wouldn't be required to participate in Class 1-A's combat exercises or high-risk scenarios. Your schedule would be almost entirely self-directed study."
"And if he fails the exam?"
"Then he doesn't get the license," Aizawa said bluntly. "No harm, no foul. He can try again in six months when the next exam is held, or he can decide it's not worth it and withdraw entirely."
Akira looked at her son, uncertainty written across her face. "What do you think, Rei?"
Ken was quiet for a moment, running through the implications.
'Studying for the license without active combat training? Living on campus where I'm relatively safe,'
What was there not to like?
It was... actually not a bad compromise. Better than he'd expected, honestly.
"It works for me," he said finally looking at Nezu.
"One semester as a trial period. Young Takumi studies for the provisional license exam during that time. When the exam comes around, he takes it. If he passes and chooses to continue, he could potentially graduate with a full license alongside our third-years. But each step is optional—provisional doesn't obligate him to pursue the full license."
Nezu said simply. "What he does after that—whether he changes his mind, focuses on his writing career, or something else entirely—is entirely up to your family. The license doesn't obligate him to become a pro hero."
All Might looked like he wanted to protest—probably wanted to give some speech about wasting potential or the importance of heroism—but a glance from Nezu kept him silent.
Ken understood the calculation. Nezu wasn't trying to turn him into the next Symbol of Peace. The principal was just trying to keep him at U.A., keep him relatively safe, and maintain some connection in case Ken's abilities were needed in the future.
It was pragmatic. Calculating. Exactly what Ken would expect from someone with Nezu's intelligence.
'And exactly the kind of arrangement I can work with.'
Akira was silent for a long moment, her eyes moving between her son and the three U.A. staff members. This was clearly not the future she'd hoped for when her son finally came back to her.
Finally, she spoke, her voice heavy with exhaustion and resignation. "One semester. But I want weekly updates on how he's doing. "
"Agreed," Nezu said without hesitation. "You have my personal word."
She took a shaky breath. "Alright. We'll try it your way, Principal Nezu."
Relief washed across the faces of the U.A. staff—though All Might's was still tinged with disappointment.
"Then we have a plan," Nezu said, his tone carrying finality "In the meantime, I recommend you both rest. Process everything we've discussed. And please—don't hesitate to contact us if you have questions or concerns."
The three U.A. staff members made their way to the door.
All Might paused at the threshold one final time, looking back at Ken with an expression of deep sorrow mixed with something like respect.
"Young Takumi... I hoped you would be able to become a pro, and while you won't follow down that path, the measure of a hero isn't in the title they carry, but in the choices they make to protect those they love. You're already more of a hero than you realize."
Then he was gone, following Aizawa and Nezu out the door. It closed softly behind them, cutting off the muted sounds of the crowd still lingering outside.
Ken and his mother were left alone in the quiet house, the weight of everything pressing down on them.
For a long moment, neither spoke.
Then Akira pulled her son into a fierce hug, and he held her while she cried—for the future she'd hoped for, for the safety she couldn't guarantee, for the impossible situation they'd been forced into.
"I'm sorry," she whispered into his shoulder. "I'm sorry I'm so scared. I'm sorry I'm asking you to give up your dreams—"
"Don't," Ken interrupted gently. "Don't apologize for wanting to keep me alive. That's not something you need to be sorry for."
She held him tighter. "I just want you to have a normal life. Is that too much to ask?"
"Yeah," Ken said honestly. "It probably is. But we'll figure something out. We always do."
They stayed like that for a while, holding each other in the quiet house while the world outside continued its chaotic vigil.
Comments
Helli sj
A ver de aquí, solo le veo, que actuó como señor oculto entre las sombras, el siga a su rollo, novelas, entrenamiento etc, y con su sombra influya en lo de heroe
Future
No. That's about it
KlickityKlackity
You know, you could have the mc be more prideful. Gojo was stupidly prideful, thinking himself the Honored One. That is mostly reserved for Buddha. You could have the MC brag that even if he were to fight All Might, he would be nervous, but still win.
KlickityKlackity
I forgot to ask earlier. I haven’t looked through the entire thread, but is there more than the four powers from the transmigrator ad? Or is the shadow clone the last power?
Future
I currently try to put up Four to five chapters per week TBH. As for a definite time of posting .... I publish as soon as I finish and that honestly has no set time but it's usually between 5-10pm WAT.
Future
👍
Future
😶😶 glad you liked it.
Future
Ok, I wanna say I thought about this, but ... I didn't. But this is an excellent solution to my problems so thanks.
KlickityKlackity
Is there a schedule or are you just putting it out whenever.
KlickityKlackity
Not Akira, Rei/Kenneth.
KlickityKlackity
Nice! Is Akira going full Dragon Ball and using weights all day long to train himself?
Radiant Tiefling
Thank you for the chapter. Another emotional chapter that tugs at the heartstrings.
Noah Benden
Question! Isnt Akira vulnerable too? Shouldn't she also move into U.A. with Rei? I'm sure recovery girl would love to have am experienced assistant! Akira has the perfect skill set to justify it and it means she gets to live safely on campus with her son!
Anthony's
Ken feels strong minded, someone not diluted with fascination over heroism. He care about a his family. He won’t sacrifice his family over strangers.
Anthony's
I cried a bit
