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In MHA, I Have A Pirated Version of Gojo's Limitless: 21 Choices
🕑 Added 2025-07-16 16:00:18 +0000 UTCKen's POV – Approaching Home
I was almost at the house when it really sank in.
Quirk Awakening.
Not a phrase I’d expected to apply to myself today, or this year for that matter. Hell, I didn’t even expect to have a quirk at all in this life.
Quick recap.
My name is Ken Takakura, and my life story is currently a tangled mess.
I'll spare you the specifics.
Just know that in recent times, I’d gone from flicking Bakugo across the training field to developing what could only be described as a walking diagnostic scanner crammed into my eyeballs. Which wouldn’t be so bad if it had a damn off switch.
Yep. My perfect body control apparently didn't work for this.
Every tree, every power line, every car and stranger I passed along the way had been accompanied by scrolling data like I’d accidentally subscribed to the premium HUD of a cyberpunk RPG. Vital stats. Structural integrity. Emotional readings. It even rated my own posture—rude.
I sighed, rubbing at my temple. The dull throb behind my eyes was definitely a side effect. Probably.
‘Quirk Awakening,’ I thought again. What did that mean, exactly? That I'm a late bloomer?
Well, that would make sense. In the canon timeline, nobody thought it too weird when Midoriya “awakened” a Quirk at age fourteen. Present Mic literally burst into the world screaming like a banshee at birth. Late bloomer quirks? Totally a thing.
For me, it shouldn’t be weird either... except for one teensy-weensy detail I’ve already harped on at least a hundred times:
I was a Fucking TRANSMIGRATOR FOR FUCK'S SAKE!
As in, not born here. No baby photos, no childhood memories, no quirk-laced DNA. I was a tourist in a world built for superheroes. Quirks were for the MHA Natives.
I was not a native.
Well, that was what I would tell myself, if I wasn't literally seeing the data of everything I set my eyes on with no apparent way to stop it. After seeing my reflection in the mirror and the analysis of myself, my brain ran through every possible scenario to explain my current situation and I found myself coming to the conclusion that .... My Transmigration was probably a lot more complicated than I initially thought.
My current predicament was a power system of the MHA universe. I had chosen Four powers from the Transmigration ad and currently awakened three. This wasn't the fourth one.
It all screamed “Quirk.” A legitimate, honest-to-goodness Quirk.
There was literally no other explanation for how I had this power other than the fact that it was exactly what it called itself.
However my Quirk instead of resembling the regular quirks, sudden manifestations, power surges, maybe a glowing hand or spontaneous combustion or a cool power, was this. A game like screen that read the world like I was an overclocked medical scanner with an ego problem. What did this mean for me? A whole new sack of worms that would give me a headache just thinking about it.
My head was down as I walked, both to avoid eye contact and to limit the bombardment of overlays constantly trying to feed me data. The glowing info windows dimmed slightly when I wasn't looking directly at people, but it was still a sensory overload I wasn’t ready to process fully. That, and the thoughts swirling in my head weren’t making things better.
Then something bumped into me.
I jolted slightly, head snapping up on reflex. “Sorry—”
But there was no one there.
I turned around—and the moment I did, numerous overlays emerged in my field of vision again. The houses, the objects, the moving people. It was all overwhelming. Or at least it would have been, if my attention wasn't locked onto a particularly odd phenomenon.
What?
Because in the middle of the street, what was nothing to others revealed itself to be the outline of a grown man covered in data.
[Subject located: Visual obstruction detected. Reconstructing outline via thermal, motion, and spatial interference data...]
[CLASS: HUMAN – Visibility: Obscured (Quirk Active) – Optical Stealth: 94% Effective – Environmental Awareness: 56%]
[Name: Unknown – Alias: N/A Estimated Age: 30 Quirk: Optical Displacement – Mid-Grade Light Refraction Mutation Efficiency: 87% (in daylight) Combat Readiness: Moderate Muscle Density: Baseline human Reaction speed: Unknown Mental Stability: 63% – Mild obsessive tendencies flagged]
[Note: Hidden Weapon Detected – Right hip holster, compact blade or firearm shape unconfirmed]
[Intent: Undetermined – Target: Unknown – Locomotion: Steady – Route: Linear]
I watched the invisible man slip through the foot traffic. He wasn't heading toward me. His pace, trajectory, and heartbeat weren't aligned with a tailing pattern. He didn’t even glance in my direction.
Still.
Invisible guy with a weapon, actively using his quirk in public? There weren’t many good explanations for that.
Probably a villain.
My eyes followed him briefly. My quirk outlined his path and trajectory like a tracking overlay, tagging nearby civilians within proximity to him.
I stared at his back for a moment, debating.
Then, I sighed and turned away, continuing toward my destination.
Home.
Because I wasn’t some kind of hotblooded isekai protagonist who charged at red flags for the sake of heroism points. I knew what happened when you stuck your nose into business that didn’t concern you. You ended up either dead or with half your limbs replaced by cybernetics in a back-alley doc’s freezer.
Besides, this was Japan.
And in Japan, if you weren’t a licensed hero, using your Quirk in a combat situation—even to help someone—was considered illegal. They made that clear back in the canon series. After Todoroki, Iida, and Midoriya helped take down Stain, the police chief outright said they should’ve been arrested for Quirk usage.
The Main cast had managed to get off just fine with Todoroki's dad being endeavor and all, and taking the credit for it while no media reported the truth of the incident so they wouldn't get into trouble as an exchange.
I, on the other hand, had no friends, no social capital, and no Pro Hero dad. Just a weird power, and a complicated history. If anything, The Hero Commission would probably use it as an excuse to keep me under surveillance or house arrest.
Yeah, those bastards better not think just because they helped me before that I had any good impressions of them.
The only reason I hadn’t already been arrested after the sludge villain incident was because All Might himself got involved and the public sentiment had framed me as a street kid protecting others, ignored by the system.
Try pulling a vigilante stunt twice?
Yeah, no. I wasn’t rolling those dice.
I walked another block and slowed as I reached the familiar front gate. My house came into view, bathed in the low amber of the setting sun.
Normal. Quiet. Comfortably boring.
Weirdly enough, my one week stay here had made me feel more at home than I had in seventeen years of living.
Today had been... a lot. The analysis quirk I got being the main attraction. For a moment, I hoped maybe I could keep this to myself. Let it pass. Figure it out in secret. Didn't even know why I was thinking that way.
‘Whatever. Mom's coming back in a few hours. I'll try to get this all under control before then.’
I opened the door.
"Rei? Is that you?"
I froze.
‘...Well, so much for hiding it.’
The key turned with a soft click, but the analytical display didn't care. Doorknob: Brass alloy. 70% copper, 30% zinc. Wear patterns suggest 3.2 years of regular use... Thanks, system. Glad to know the knob’s life story.
"I'm home," I called out, trying not to sound like I’d just had an existential crisis.
"Welcome back!" Mom’s voice rang from the kitchen, but then: "How was your first—Rei?"
She stepped into the hallway. I glanced up—and immediately wished I hadn't.
The display re emerged just like it had done for everyone else. Name, age, and all sorts of unneeded information. Then, it went into overdrive.
Heart rate elevated: 94 bpm. Pupils dilated. Posture shift: maternal instinct triggered. Quirk activity detected.
Wait Hold Up. Quirk activity?
Oh, her eyes. They're glowing as well.
That explains the prompt.
That also explains .... Hold on. Her eyes are glowing?
"Your eyes," she whispered. "They're..."
"Red. I know." I exhaled through my nose, rubbing my temples. "I don’t know what’s happening to me."
But I had a very good idea.
Her expression shifted from concern to something that looked almost like... recognition?
"Rei, can you see things? Information about people, about objects?" Her voice was careful, professional. Doctor mode.
I stared at her. "How did you—"
"Because I can see the same thing happening to you that happened to me when my quirk first fully manifested."
"..."
That made a lot of sense now.
I sighed and nodded. "Yep. That's it. It’s like my brain’s been hijacked by a Wikipedia server."
She blinked rapidly, emotions battling behind her eyes. Then, she reached up and gently touched my cheek.
"Come with me. We need to talk."
We went to the living room
She gestured for me to sit on the couch. "Tell me exactly what you're experiencing."
I passed for a moment. My first thought being me automatically asking myself just how much I should reveal.
Then I paused.
'Shit!'
I tried my best not to make any unnatural expressions, but I knew I had failed spectacularly. It didn't take a genius to understand what was happening. Hence I could understand up to this point that what was happening to me was probably an Inherited Quirk.
The fact that her eyes were currently the same color meant her quirk was active and she was currently analyzing me in real time.
I didn't know the specifics, but if hers was half as invasive as mine was, then there was no way in hell she wouldn't notice any unnatural expressions and have her quirk automatically deduce them as me trying to lie. I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine. We had been in the house together for a week. Had she used this ability on me sometime that I wasn't aware of?
"No."
"Um ... Huh?"
I turned to her, her red eye already fading away. "It's ok Rei. I've never used my quirk on you since the day you stepped foot into this house. I've never had to. I just want to help you get through what you are going through right now."
A slight, melancholic smile. The kind that hits harder than pity.
Double shit.
Either she read my reaction perfectly based on experience—or her quirk just outmaneuvered my poker face.
Either way, I felt like a jerk.
Still, I nodded.
There wasn’t much point in hiding now.
So I told her. The information overload, the biological breakdowns, the posture scores, the thermal outlines. I even mentioned the fight with Bakugo. How it had all started then. How it hadn’t stopped since.
She listened without interrupting even once.
Finally, when I stopped, she spoke up.
"Rei, I think you've awakened an enhanced version of my quirk."
"Your quirk? Hold on. This is yours?"
"Hehe. Yes. Medical Analysis. I can see biological information about people—health status, genetic markers, physical condition. It's how I became such an effective surgeon."
'It ... Really is hers.'
I leaned back into the couch and exhaled slowly, watching her as she said it.
“It’s not combat-based,” she continued, “But in the right hands, it’s incredibly useful. When I first awakened it, I couldn’t look at anyone without seeing blood pressure levels and liver enzyme counts. It was exhausting. It hurt. Took me months to adapt.”
I glanced at her. “Yeah, I’m currently somewhere between denial and full-scale mental breakdown. So… sounds about right.”
She smiled, and I hated how comforting it was.
“I don’t think your quirk is exactly the same as mine,” she went on, thoughtful now. “Mine focuses on the body. Yours seems to go beyond that—down to physics, materials, environmental conditions, even personality tics. You’re not just analyzing people. You’re analyzing the world.”
“Which sounds cool,” I muttered, “until you realize the world is a noisy, nosy asshole with zero chill.”
She chuckled lightly. “That’s probably your mind adjusting to a sudden flood of input. The human brain isn’t meant to process that much real-time information without preparation. Your nervous system is adapting—accelerating. I’d wager this is just the beginning.”
‘Great,’ I thought. ‘More problems on the way. Yay me.’
Covering my face for a moment, I was greeted by the sight of her grinning face which stunned me for a moment.
“What?”
“Nothing. Just that with this revelation, do you still think you aren't my son?” She said teasingly.
“...”
I couldn't reply to that. She chuckled in response.
“I wish I could tell you it gets easier,” she said softly, folding her hands. “But if yours is this much stronger than mine, I don’t think anyone can tell you how to handle it.”
I stared at the wall for a second. Not really seeing it. “What happens if I don’t?”
She didn’t answer right away.
“…You will,” she said finally. “Because that’s the kind of person you are. Whether you remember your childhood or not, I know the kind of person I raised.”
I didn’t respond. Mostly because I wasn’t sure she was right.
Quirk Awakening.
Inherited Quirk.
Long story short, When those four words were put together, it meant that someway, somehow, I was in actuality, born in this world.
'Could It be? That I'm truly the son she's been looking for? For Ten Years?'
The thought made its way to my mind. A thought that quite frankly made no sense.
It contradicted everything I thought I knew, but its appearance alone was enough proof to allow me to do so.
Because strangely enough, when compared to a Transmigration Ad that literally took me from my world to a fictional one, this possibility, while strange, didn't even come close.
The lines were blurring. The idea that I had just "arrived" in this world and started fresh was falling apart in front of me like a bad software patch.
Why?
Because In my short walk home, I had already thought of several explanations for my current situation.
To list them out.
Soul Transmigration,
Cross Universe Merging,
Reality Rewrite,
The Classic Reincarnation,
Dream Walking
Double Transmigration,
Comatic Hallucination,
Life Simulation
Plus The very slim chance that this was still a pure Transmigration and there was something I hadn't figured out yet that would explain everything so far. All arranged in order of most likely to less likely.
Turns out all that time wasted on Novels, Movies, fanfiction and anime weren't a waste after all. My wise university professor once told me, NO KNOWLEDGE IS EVER WASTED. I'm sure he would be proud of me that I proved him right.
Currently, I had my eyes on the First Three.
Option one being Soul Transmigration instead of the original Pure Transmigration I thought was my scenario. Which strangely enough, in the list of most likely cases, now rested in last place.
As I was saying. Soul Transmigration. Meaning my soul had crossed over into the body of my alternate self.
I wasn’t Rei Takumi. Not completely.
I was someone else shoved into his body. With his blood, his home, and apparently now—his mother’s quirk.
Of course, this was just scenario one. We'll get to the rest. I exhaled again. The headache was getting worse.
“Rei?”
I blinked and turned to her. “Yeah?”
“You’re not alone in this. No matter what happens next. I’m here.”
For a second, I just looked at her. No system overlay, no mental commentary, no sarcasm. Just a woman trying to comfort the son she thought she raised.
I nodded. “Thanks mom.”
Still felt weird to say.
She stood up. “You should lie down for a bit. Let your mind rest. The initial onset is always the worst.”
I nodded again and stood. My body still felt fine, but my mind certainly wouldn't mind a rest.
“Try to close your eyes,” she said gently. “Let your thoughts settle. Don’t fight the information—just let it pass through.”
“Like meditation?”
“Exactly.”
I raised an eyebrow, then did as she asked. Closing my eyes, everything shut off in darkness.
Thankfully.
I was sincerely worried panels would appear even with My eyes closed, analyzing the skin texture of my inner eyelids. My thoughts wandered as I sat there. M
My past life, That damnable Transmigration ad. Things would be so much simpler if it had just tossed me into the world of MHA, no strings attached.
I paused. Thought that over, let it simmer, then realized how stupid it was. By now, it was obvious to me that my original situation was definitely not Pure Transmigration.
Any further denial would be dumb. Honestly, it would make me look like ...
I paused again, my expression turning weird.
‘Hold on. I'm not the Main Character of some badly written Fanfiction, right?’ Once the thought appeared in my head, it could hardly be extinguished. This kind of situation was what the MC's of those fanfics I read found themselves experiencing.
Transmigration, check. Orphaned or Half orphaned backstory, double check. Fictional powers from other realities, also check. Capable of soloing the entire verse by the first month, not sure I'll hit that one anytime soon. A ridiculous Harem ... Well, I'm short there. Technically I'm still a virgin in both lives, without a girlfriend, but still. A Quirk that was oddly compatible and suspiciously resembled a system screen. Check, check, check.
This definitely couldn't be one of those scenarios right? Right?
[Author: I Reserve The Right To Remain Anonymous. Well, that should be enough slice of life. Time to push him out of his comfort zone for more Plot Development, shall we?]
For some reason, I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine. A small one, but a chill nonetheless. I certainly hope not. I had read enough of those novels to know that Main characters were usually miserable. Well, the bad novels.
‘I sincerely hope that's not the case. Hold on. Can what i'm doing right now with all these inner thoughts even be classified as Meditation?’
I thought opening my eyes to see if it worked.
The overlays popped up again without the slightest hint of reduced aggressiveness.
‘Guess not.’
Guess I wasn't a protagonist after all. Those guys would have mastered the skill of turning off the stat panel by now. Hell, those guys were Transmigrated with an on and off switch for their powers. Where the hell was mine?
[Author: Why Do I Feel Like I Am Forgetting Something?]
My body was tired, but not in the physical sense. It was the brain—overheated, flooded, and desperately trying to find quiet.
Sighing. I took the remote on turned on the TV.
'Maybe distracting myself would help.'
I rubbed my temples, hoping the motion would dull the overload.
It didn't.
The TV buzzed faintly in the background. I wasn't really watching—just flipping channels, trying to distract myself from the feeling that my brain had been wrung dry and left out to sunbake.
Then I heard it.
"—Robbery at a High End Jewelry store in the Eastern Mustafu district. One fatality confirmed."
'Huh?'
My thumb froze on the remote.
'Another crime.'
I thought, curiosity piqued as I dialed up the volume.
[.... Authorities believe the perpetrator used a stealth based Quirk to avoid detection— Surveillance shows no visible suspect, but eyewitnesses and footage report automatic doors opening and objects moving on their own before disappearing. The victim, 26-year-old store clerk Asami Rika, was killed by a knife stab to the chest and slumped to death behind the counter. The criminal responsible for this has not been identified and is currently still at Large ....]
“...”
The words sank in like lead. My eyes were still on the screen, but I wasn’t really seeing it. Not anymore. Instead, my mind was elsewhere, replaying the same encounter I had less than Twenty Minutes ago.
'It ... It couldn't be him, right?'
The invisible man.
The one I’d seen walking through the crowd justa while ago. The one whose outline lit up like a red flag in my field of vision. The one I’d stared at, analyzed, flagged as suspicious...
…and walked away from.
'.... Shit!'
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Radiant Tiefling
Thank you for the chapter.
