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In MHA, I Have A Pirated Version of Gojo's Limitless: 22 The Truth Behind The Past
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Izuku Midoriya's POV
The familiar click of the apartment door echoed as I slipped off my shoes.
"I'm home!" I called out.
"Welcome back, sweetie! Lunch will be ready soon!" Mom’s voice floated from the kitchen.
I dropped my backpack by the entryway and moved toward my room, but I paused. My limbs were still buzzing—not from exhaustion this time, but from adrenaline. My head swam with images.
"How was school today?"
She asked.
It was routine. Probably routine for many other parents as well. Child comes back, you ask how they were doing, probably not even expecting to receive anything different.
It was like that most days. Not today though
'How was school?' Where did I even start?
Katsuki getting blown away by a single flick.
The calm expression on Ken’s face as he turned his back, not even interested in finishing the fight. Or just Ken himself as a starting point.
Those thought brought back memories of the first time we met.
How could I have forgotten someone like that? Then again... so much time had passed. People change. Memories fade. It's surprising I can even remember such a scene from so long ago at such a young age. Must have been pretty memorable for me to remember.
I wandered into the living room, still dazed. Mom appeared a few seconds later, wiping her hands on a towel.
"Did something happen at school? You look like you're in a trance."
I blinked. "Mom... do you remember that boy I ... Once played with at the park? The one who liked drawing heroes?"
"Oh? Izuku, you have to be a little more specific than that. You played with a lot of kids when you were younger."
That was correct now that I realize.
"Um ... Yeah. Right. ... His name was Rei. Rei Takumi. He was a bit older than me. His mom was a doctor .... I think. Not really sure."
She looked surprised, recognition appearing on her face in minutes. Guess she did remember. "Rei? Of course I do. Dr. Takumi's son. I can't believe you can still remember that outing. He was such a sweet boy. Polite. Always thinking about things too seriously for someone so young. ..."
She paused, her expression growing a bit sad.
".. Though, he went missing a few years ago. We never heard about him since then. Why?"
I sat down slowly. "He's... in my class."
Mom froze, the towel in her hands dropping slightly. "What? But... that can't be."
"His name's Ken now. He doesn’t remember much from back then, I think. He said something about being found by the Hero Commission. I don’t think he remembers me. He just enrolled."
Her face softened. "Oh, Izuku... that poor boy. His mother was devastated when he went missing. Mitsuki and I went to the police together to file the report. They searched for months."
She said, pressing a hand to her heart.
"And his mother, Dr. Takumi must be beside herself with joy. How is he? Is he okay?"
That made me pause. Wondering how to explain that apart from the apparent memory loss, he looked absolutely fine. Better than fine if you think about it actually.
He disappeared and came back with a Quirk. A very powerful one apparently.
I looked down. My fingers clenched the fabric of my pants.
"He's .... Different from how I remember. Though I guess that's to be expected in his situation. He has a quirk now too." Even I noticed how my own tone dropped when mentioning that last part. I flinched, realization hitting me as I turned to see my mom's face suddenly grow a little sad.
I knew she was going to feel bad for me. Feel bad because I felt bad about myself. So I quickly changed the subject, hoping she would let it go.
"He was the one who saved Me and Kacchan from that sludge Villain a week ago."
It worked.
"That was Rei-kun?" Her voice rose. Figures. She had watched the videos and reports on the evening news after I came back that day and explained.
"To think my son was saved by his childhood friend."
"Well ... Yeah. Just that he doesn't remember me. Not specifically for that. I did meet him at another time though. When I told him my name, he seemed to recognize it, somehow. And today ...". I trailed off. Unsure how to explain the fight to my mother.
"Today what?"
"Nothing. He just got into a fight with Kacchan. Nothing major really. He won pretty easily. I guess it was just surprising seeing Kacchan lose for once."
Mom nodded slowly, a bit thoughtful, then smiled. "It's great that he's back. Truly a miracle. I'll head on later to go say hi. Do you wanna come with me?"
"Huh? Um ... Yeah, sure. I don't see why not."
"Perfect. Lunch's almost ready. I know you want to go out soon so I'll hurry up so you can eat before your training."
"I ... Already ate lunch at school."
"But you're training. That's not going to be enough."
"Um ... Alright."
I smiled back. "Thanks, Mom."
What followed was uneventful. I went back to my room, heading straight for my computer. No other reason, just to search online to see a Quirk that Matched what I understood of Ken's.
All the time, I couldn't stop replaying his situation in my mind. The thought was honestly really scary.
Going missing for Ten years and coming back without any memory of how to why. It intrigued me as well. What happened to him during that time?
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Katsuki Bakugo's POV
"Hold still, dammit!"
"Don't shout at me while I’m putting antiseptic on your head!" his mom snapped, holding him by the collar as she dabbed the large bump with stinging liquid.
"Tch... I don’t need a babysitter!"
"You clearly do if you're getting launched across a battlefield like a misfired bottle rocket. What happened? You trip on your ego again?"
"I WAS CAUGHT OFF GUARD!" Katsuki barked.
"Uh-huh. Because yelling louder always makes you more right."
Mitsuki said with a Huff before putting the car into gear.
"To think you'd go pick a fight with someone who saved you. I sometimes wonder where I went wrong in training your manners. That nasty bump on your head serves you right."
"You Hag!"
They argued the whole way back, the car ride mostly filled with silence broken by occasional grunts. When they got close to the house, Katsuki abruptly said, "Stop the car."
Mitsuki gave him a sideways glance. "You better not be planning anything stupid."
"It's fine. I just ... Saw a classmate and remembered I forget to get today's homework. I'll be back home in Ten at most."
She sighed.
"Fine. But no craziness. I don't want to hear you assaulted someone else. And if you end up in the hospital, I’m not coming to pick you up."
The door slammed behind him as he stepped out. Following which, he took to his heels in a certain direction, teeth gritted as he rubbed his head angrily. Damn flick...
Moving quickly, he made a bend and saw the figure walking not far away. Stopping a distance away from a Jewelry store that was being cordoned off by the police. His gaze was fixed on that direction, seemingly in a daze.
But of course, Katsuki didn't notice that
Just seeing him standing there made him clench his fists tightly as the earlier encounter replayed in his head.
Ken.
Katsuki's eyes narrowed. His feet moved on their own.
"HEY!"
His voice caught the figure's attention.
Ken looked up, half-turning around before fixing his gaze on Bakugo. In his hand, a half emptied soda can.
"Oh, .. It's you again." His voice was as flat as a washboard. Katsuki swore he could hear disappointment and disinterest in it.
The thought of such a possibility made him grit his teeth even happen.
"What's that tone supposed to be? You think this is over?"
"Huh?" Ken frowned slightly.
"Isn't it?"
"No it's not you bastard. You may have beat me this time—but that was just a fluke! Don’t get cocky! I was caught off guard, you hear me?!"
His voice rose, drawing the attention of a few pedestrians. He didn't care. Currently, his fists were clenched as the memory of the fight in school played through his head again.
Even if he didn't win ... Even if he lost ... To lose like that ... That was humiliating. This stain was going to follow him for the rest of the school year.
"You won’t get one off me again. I don't care how strong you are. Just know this isn't over. You may have beaten me here, but that's all you're gonna get. When it's time for exams, I’ll crush you, then I'll crush you in U.A. after that. You won't get to see my dust. I’ll get the top score! I’ll show everyone I’m the one worthy of being Number One!"
"Is that so?"
Ken took a sip of his drink. Not in the mood to entertain their usual banter. Then said, flatly, "Good luck."
Katsuki blinked. "What?"
"I said ... good luck." He repeated.
"I'm not here to fight with you over anything. Not your school status, position, not even the U.A exam scores. I don't need any of it anyway. I just talk back to you because I find it funny. You were the one who wanted a fight. Don't go being sore because you lost badly at that. They're a lot of kids out there who can do the same."
Katsuki processed those words.
Not the last part.
That was automatically thrown into the garbage.
He? Katsuki Bakugo, losing to others? That was a once in a lifetime possibility. And that once in a lifetime chance had already taken place earlier today. There was no way he was going to let it happen again.
His attention was on something else
"Why not?! What do you mean you don't need the U.A scores? Or are you not planning to get in anymore?"
"No ... I’m still going. But I'm taking the recommended entrance exams."
The words hit like a truck. Bakugo fet his s world tilt.
Recommended? He knew what recommendations were. Sent out by schools to those who they believed had exceptional talent.
"Quit mocking me," The words came out as a low, angry growl. Tiny pops of explosion lighting his palms. "There’s no way that’s possible."
"It is." Ken said, voice maddeningly calm. It only served to annoy him more.
'This isn't how he usually talks.' He thought, noticing Ken's usual banter and witty replies were absent. "You forget I’m older than you. If not for what happened, I’d already be in U.A. So due to my age, situation, and uniqueness of my quirk, I got a recommendation."
Ken said, the sighed turning his attention back to the crime scene a distance away.
'Why the hell is he looking there?'
"Look, I know this is ... Well, whatever it is for you, but I’m not mocking. My day's not currently going as I hoped it would, so forgive my lack of enthusiasm. Even that bump on your head isn't as funny as it should be to me."
"Why you little ..."
"I do wish you luck though. As arrogant as you are, your quirk is pretty strong so I don't doubt you'll come out first place if nothing goes wrong. If it does, you'll probably still be top three. Pity I won't be there to be the one to knock you off your high horse once again, but I guess we can't all be winners."
Katsuki’s jaw tightened. Each word was a knife to his chest. They weren't mocking, and yet direct mockery would have felt better than this. Katsuki could see it. He genuinely wasn't in the mood, so his current words couldn't be dismissed as playful banter.
Recommended?
U.A ... Recommended him?
Why?
WHY?
Recommended students were the elites. The prodigies. Every examinee had the recommendation of an actual Pro Hero with actual weight and Influence. He didn't care initially. He always saw himself as Inferior to none. Even if someone was recommended, they wouldn't be a match for him.
It'd be even better to highlight just how strong he was once he beat them. But now he had been beaten so easily by a potential examinee.
What did that make him? So he stood there, not knowing whether to yell or not.
Before he could decide, Ken began walking away.
"It's been a ... Not so pleasant talk. Once again, forgive my lack of enthusiasm. See you later Bakugo."
And just like that, Ken walked away, leaving Bakugo behind—furious, shaking, confused... and ..
He just stood there for a while. Until eventually, his legs began carrying him back home on autopilot. 'Damn idiot. I'll show you.'
He thought.
'I don't need a fancy recommendation. I'll get into U.A the old fashioned way. Then I'll show you .. I'll show everyone. I'll never lose again.'
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POV CHANGE
The rooftop offered an excellent view of the residential district below. And from that view stood two figures with distinct appearances.
The first was a dark figure.
Like literally dark whose head and hands looked to me made of moving mist. He wore a standard gentlemanly suit, stood tall and had two pairs of stretched glowing yellow eyes, making him look like a living demon.
The Warpgate Villain, Kurogiri. Beside him, Shigaraki peered through binoculars, his free hand scratching absently at his neck
“So that's him huh? The one who got away.” Shigaraki's voice was a mixture of curiousity and irritation. Below them, the teenager walked with measured steps, seemingly unaware of surveillance.
"I don't get it. He doesn't look anything like a Nomu. What's so special about him anyway?"
"It's precisely because he is not a Nomu that makes him so special." Kurogiri's voice remained perfectly modulated, giving nothing away. "Ten years ago, he was among a batch of abducted test subjects consisting of men, women, and children—all Quirkless. They all underwent experimentation with little success. He, however, was different."
Shigaraki lowered the binoculars, his red eyes gleaming with interest. "Different how?"
"A subject whose body refused DNA grafting yet failed to succumb to cellular degradation after harsh experimentation. The Master once thought he had awakened a special Adaptation Quirk, but found nothing to steal of any sort."
Kurogiri's memories of those days were crystalline—the sterile laboratory, the rows of containment units, the constant hum of monitoring equipment. Most subjects lasted days, maybe weeks. The boy who would become Ken had lasted months.
"His cellular structure proved remarkably resilient. Where others would reject foreign genetic material violently, his body would simply... neutralize it. Break I down and treat it as if it were never there. Not through any quirk factor we could identify, but through some unknown mechanism. It was remarkable."
"So he's like... immune to quirk modification?"
"In a sense. After the fifteenth failed attempt, the Master ordered him placed in stasis. He was comatose by then—his body had shut down to protect itself after suffering cerebral damage. The plan was to study him further once more progress on other subjects has advanced and new information became available."
Shigaraki scratched his neck harder, leaving red welts. "So what happened? Why is he walking around free instead of in our lab?"
"Three weeks ago, there was an incident at Research Facility 7. A containment breach during a storm caused widespread system failures. By the time security was restored, several stasis pods had been damaged. His was among them."
Kurogiri paused, watching the teenager disappear around a corner below.
"We assumed he had died—his vitals had been weak for years. But it seems he survived. The river system near the facility leads directly to Musutafu. It's likely he was swept downstream and washed up in the city. I only found him after he made his first appearance on live Television for stopping a villain attack."
"I still don't get it." Shigaraki's voice carried his usual petulant edge. "If he's our property and he's so important, why not just bring him back and figure out what makes him tick?"
"Several reasons." Kurogiri gestured toward the street below. "First, he's been claimed by the Hero Commission. Officially, he's a missing child with amnesia—a sympathetic case under their protection. Moving against him now in any possible way would draw unwanted attention."
"Since when do we care about attention?"
"Since All Might has taken a personal interest in him. The Symbol of Peace was present during his first public appearance and has reportedly vouched for him with the authorities."
Shigaraki's scratching intensified. "All Might..."
"Second, his current state is... unprecedented. Our records indicate he was essentially brain-dead when placed in stasis like normal Nomu. Yet he's now walking, talking, and apparently wielding abilities that weren't present before. The Master is intrigued by this development."
"So we're just going to watch him?"
"For now. Yes."
"It doesn't fit right. What if he remembers and yaps something he shouldn't? You can just grab him anytime with your portal in a secluded location."
"He currently has not memory of anything ten years prior which isn't surprising when we account the experimentation and brain damage he incurred. It is a wonder itself he an even think at all. As for capture .. His abilities say otherwise. From the Intel I gathered from the Hero Commission, the nature of his quirks make him a difficult target to capture. We have too little information, so unless the master makes a move, there is no guarantee. Regardless, we cannot afford to make a blunder at this time, no matter how small the possibility."
Kurogiri's form shifted slightly, mist swirling around his collar. "Additionally, he's been accepted into U.A.'s recommended student program. This presents an opportunity."
"How so?"
"Think, Shigaraki. A student with unknown abilities, no memory of his past, and a connection to our organization—placed directly within U.A.'s walls. The intelligence value alone would be immense."
Below them, the street had bustled even more as time neared for early nightlife. Evening shadows stretched across the pavement, and the sun had begun its slow descent.
"The Master has given explicit instructions: observe, analyze, but do not engage. Not yet."
"And if he becomes a problem?"
Kurogiri's yellow eyes gleamed. "Then we will remind him where he truly belongs."
Shigaraki lowered the binoculars with a grunt. "This is boring. I want to fight something."
"Patience. The pieces are still moving into position."
Kurogiri said.
"Yeah ... Whatever. Come on Kurogiri, let's go home." Shigaraki said, losing interest quickly.
The mist began to swirl around Kurogiri's form as a Warpgate opened preparing to transport them back to the hideout.
Down below, Ken who had walked a far distance in deep thought, couldn't help but sneeze.
"Excuse Me."
Comments
Caiban
Hmm i dont know yet if i like that. The transmigration forth and back sounded better for a story... well we will see
trey hill
Well that shatters my transmigrated 10 years ago then transmigrated back theory
Radiant Tiefling
Thank you for the chapter.
