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In MHA, I Have A Pirated Version of Gojo's Limitless: 3 Amnesia Is A Legal Defence, Right?
🕑 Added 2025-06-28 20:38:27 +0000 UTC____
The Transmigration Ad gave me the chance to select Six powers. One primary, Two secondary, one Support. In the last three weeks, I had awakened the first Three.
Neutral Limitless (Infinity) as the starting gift.
The other Two were both offensive powers, somewhat. With the one I used right now being the most recent.
Quirk Extinguishment.
Cool name right?
However, the actual effect had more than the name implied. Quirk Extinguishment, was basically a two in one package granting Suppression and Immobilization.
The Null rod I used was just the application and the effects were simple but extremely busted. A black spear formed from my stamina, and once it pierced something? Game over. Simply put, it shut down everything that made you dangerous.
Muscles? Numb. Nerves? Silent. Quirk factor? Scrambled.
Whether it was flesh or steel or sludge, once hit, the rod suppressed control from the inside out. The body could still exist, but it couldn't act. Like a puppet with its strings cut.
Even after being pulled out, living targets suffered severe aftereffects — nerve disruption, muscle dysfunction, temporary loss of motor control. Of course, this wasn’t some inviolable law of causality. It could be resisted.
If the target’s natural, unmodified physical strength reached a certain threshold — they could eventually remove it.
Eventually being the keyword.
Picture a base human trying to lift 800kg off themselves — by brute force alone. Not impossible, just... extremely destructive. It would take time, damage, and stupid levels of pain tolerance. And assuming they weren’t crippled after, they’d only walk again with a regeneration or extreme healing quirk depending on the victim.
It all came down to what strength they still had after the rod stripped them of enhancements. In the case of mutant-type quirks, well... I had a theory. Maybe their biology retained more than most. Maybe.
I ask again. Cool right?
That wasn't even the best part. The black rods formed from quirk Extinguishment also had a certain ignoring durability function.
How?
To do that, I would have to explain the second function of Quirk Extinguishment. The Suppression part that took the name, Quirk Extinguishment literally.
Upon making contact, any unnatural abilities of the target would be Temporarily erased. Think Aizawa, but instead of a line of sight effect, I got a weapon that disabled quirks upon contact.
Sure, not as Thematically cool as Aizawa's but it worked on not just quirk users but many quirk effects as well, somewhat like The Inverted Spear Of Heaven from the Jujutsu Kaisen Franchise.
One touch and no quirks of any kind could be used, and while the name of the ability was Quirk Extinguishment, it worked on more than quirks.
Basically, any form of external power up that wasn't naturally inbuilt and could be erased, one way or the other, would be erased.
Of course, since Quirks were the Main thing that fit that criteria, hence the naming Quirk Extinguishment. This ability would work just as well in any other verse.
With that explained, I could come back to the Durability ignoring function of the First Mode, Null rods.
Each Null rod carried the Power removal function, and as a result, could effectively shut down any quirk of any individual. Almost every body strengthening ability in this world relied on quirks, and the black rods themselves were capable of piercing through steel like butter.
Once quirks were taken away, any and all targets would be left to defend against it with their physical bodies and suffer both effect after. Nerve disruption + Quirk Suppression.
Could it be caught? At your own risk of course. Dodged? Certainly. Actually your best option.
Deflected by a none quirk based force? Sure. Blocked? Also at your own risk, but with the rods themselves were capable of piercing through steel like butter, so good luck .... Hence explaining the durability negging effect. Am I a lucky guy or what?
My monologue against the sludge monster, although I was acting, wasn't completely a lie. I truly wanted to see the limits of the ability. Just how strong did one have to be to resist.
The sludge monster stood no chance obviously. Thankfully, I didn't activate the power removal function. Or else, based on its liquid form, the chance of it turning permanently into a puddle was quite high in my theory.
Of course, I couldn't make these rods infinitely. Each one took a portion of my stamina to create. The only reason I could even make them was due to my enhanced superhuman physical prowess which was the second ability I unlocked and currently in my arsenal. Coming with enhanced strength, speed, durability, Heightened senses, regeneration factor and limitless potential. I'll get to that last part some other time.
But that could be better explained later on. For now, I had other problems.
“That was an excellent takedown, son… but who exactly are you?”
Death Arms stepped forward. Built like a professional bodybuilder, voice gruff but not aggressive.
Ah yes, problem number one that was the Main cause of 99% of my problems. Identity issues.
For this, there was really no good solution. So I'll just have to use the same excuse I did since day one, taken from the page of Transmigrators and hope for the best.
I tilted my head and gave a lazy two-finger salute.
“Just someone who happened to be in the right place with the right rod. You’re welcome.”
“I see,” he said slowly. “Well, your help is appreciated, but we’re gonna need your name and quirk registry code. You are a civilian after all.”
“Ah… yeah. About that.” I scratched the back of my head, giving a sheepish grin I absolutely did not feel. “Not sure I have that.”
“Huh?”
“Yeah.” I gestured. “Woke up about three weeks ago with no memory of who I was, where I came from, or even what day it was. This quirk and this body are all I’ve got.”
His brows furrowed. “Hold on. You’re saying you’re unregistered? At your age? No ID? No family?”
Before I could answer, someone else did.
“Oi!”
The familiar voice rang out like a grenade going off in a warehouse. I turned.
Katsuki Bakugo, still dripping with slime, was pushing himself off the pavement like a man offended by gravity itself. He stumbled once—his legs clearly not done rebooting from the monstrous experience he just went through but the boy powered past it.
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? SUPPOSED TO BE?!”
“A rescue,” I offered, already enjoying this.
“I didn’t need rescuing!” he exploded—literally, palms cracking with tiny detonations. “I had that piece of shit right where I wanted him!”
I looked at him. Then at the place where he had been marinating in villain goo like an angry chicken wing. Then back at him.
“Right,” I said, completely serious. “You were totally winning that fight.”
His eye twitched hard enough to trigger a Richter scale alert.
“Are you mocking me?!”
“Would I do that?”
“YES!!”
“Okay, fair point.”
That only seemed to anger him even more.
"You think you're some kind of hotshot?" He stalked toward me, small explosions crackling around his palms. "I didn't need your help! I could have handled that stupid villain myself you wannabe!"
I blinked slowly, keeping my hands in my pockets.
"Could you though?" I asked mildly. "Because from where I was standing, it looked like you were about thirty seconds away from becoming villain smoothie."
His eye twitched. "What did you just say?!"
"I said—"
"Kacchan, maybe you should calm down?" Deku interjected nervously, stepping slightly between us. "He saved both of us. We should thank him."
"Shut up, Deku!" Bakugo snapped without taking his eyes off me. "And don't call me Kacchan!"
This was fascinating. I was watching the exact personality dynamics that would define the next several years of these characters' development, except now I was apparently part of the equation. Bakugo's explosive pride, Deku's peacemaking instincts, and the underlying tension that came from Bakugo's awareness that he'd needed saving.
The smart play here would be to de-escalate. Apologize, maybe, or deflect the confrontation entirely. Be the mature one.
But where was the fun in that?
"Look, I get it. It's embarrassing to be the damsel in distress. But believe me, I took wish I was saving a pretty lady instead of a scrunched face brat with the subtlety of a grenade. They'd be easier on the eyes.'
"Why you ...!"
Around us, the crowd was watching with the kind of anticipation that suggested this was better entertainment than whatever was on TV tonight.
Civilians, reporters, some heroes who had been too late to help. All eyes were on us. Phones were out. Recordings were happening.
My face was now public property.
Great.
“That's enough.” A voice called out, stopping whatever action Bakugo was bordering on taking. It was .... A wooden Man?
“Kamui Woods.” I heard Deku whisper lightly. My ears were sensitive enough to hear something so low. .
“Young Man. You should be grateful that someone saved you.” He said to Bakugo.
“As for you. If you're telling the truth about having no memory, that makes this a situation for the Quirk Regulation and Hero Oversight Bureau. We’ll need to take you in for a formal debrief.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Is that an arrest?”
“What? No young man. Not exactly. It's... ”
“Then I think I'll pass.” My reply cut him off as I turned away. Did I know what I was doing? Kinda.
Would it play out well? Perhaps.
“It's not a choice young man. Confirming your identity is a mandatory task. Not optional.”
“Really?” I stood up, raising an eyebrow. “I went to the police station a few weeks ago. The officers on duty didn't seem to think so.”
I made a statement. One that caused not just him, but everyone listening to freeze.
“What?”
“Yep. The one downtown. 3rd at Flores on the 2nd Avenue.” I mentioned, giving the specific address. Hehe, this would probably be on live television by tonight. Those police bastards, it's time you took one for my well being.
“I told them I was a kid with amnesia. Didn't know who I was or where I came from. They told me to wait a bit, then bounced me across several departments across several days. Don't really think they even took me seriously. Maybe it's because I didn't mention I had a strong quirk.”
What followed was a moment of silence.
“Young man. Is this true?”
“Pretty Much.”
I shrugged with my hands up.
“I was told to go to several places that ultimately didn't give me any help. A lady told me to come back to the station a few days later but I learned she was rotated when I came back. They probably thought that a 17 year old wouldn't be on the streets if he had a good quirk. They would normally be right. So I guess not the homeless guys don't matter if we aren't of any use, are we? So I've been on the streets ever since. Funny how the scenario changes once I have a quirk.”
Everything that I just said was a mixture of the truth and my own prejudiced assumptions. Assumptions however, based on facts.
The silence stretched uncomfortably but the crowds murmurs were getting louder. Phones were definitely recording, and I'm pretty sure I had thrown the local police department under the boss for what would probably be the evening news.
But I didn't regret it.
Honestly, this was better than I could ever hope, and I had to maximize every advantage I had under this.
In a world of superheros and Media attention, whoever weaponized public opinion could practically control the world. I was an illegal immigrant. It was one thing for me to use a quirk in Public, but things would definitely get more complicated once I was determined to have no past background whatsoever.
To avoid detention and detainment and Monitoring, I had to sell this to the right people as much as possible. So instead of seeing a spy or a supervillain, they would see a kid with aspiring dreams who had a track record of being wronged by society.
If the Media pushed this up, which they definitely would as the system caring more for quirks than it did people, even better. My chances had just gone up a solid 10%. The Local police department said they felt sorry they couldn't help me. Now they would be happy to know that they helped me in some way or form.
Plus, I was waiting for the final deal breaker to make an appearanc.
“YOUNG MAN!”
The voice cut through the air like a knife through butter. Every head turned toward the source, and I had to suppress a grin as I saw All Might approaching in his muscled form—he must have transformed the moment I'd started walking toward the villain, probably during all the chaos.
What perfect Timing.
The crowd gasped. Phones rose. Cameras zoomed in.
His tall, golden form stepped forward slowly, eyes serious beneath his brow as he looked between me, the villain, and Bakugo—who was trying not to look impressed and failing miserably.
All Might stopped about two meters from me and smiled.
“I saw the whole thing. That was quick thinking, clean execution, and admirable restraint. Very impressive for someone so young.”
The crowd erupted in excited murmurs. All Might, the Symbol of Peace himself, was complimenting a civilian. This was the kind of thing that made the evening news.
“Thank you,” I replied. “I also accept bribes in cash or ramen.”
He laughed—
“Hahaha! What a great sense of humor you have. I am glad to see that your time on the street hasn't instilled despair into your heart. However... if what you say is true—about your memory and your lack of ID—then we have a more serious problem. One that involves your safety and the law.”
Of course we did.
It was the same thing Kamui woods was insinuating.
But coming from him, it meant another thing entirely. This was what I had been waiting for.
“Though that should not be a problem.” All Might uttered. His signature radiant smile on full display.
“You are not a criminal, nor have you harmed anyone wrongly hence you will not be treated as such. I am sorry to hear that your experience with the institutions that were supposed to help you was ... Unpleasant. However, your situation is quite special, and your Quirk is one even I have never encountered before. Using quirks In public is against the law, even for a purpose as noble as yours. We do not reprimand it. But we do ask that you follow the necessary procedures to determine your origin and the extent of your powers. Safety of the public, and yourself, is what we Pro Heroes strive for for.”
He paused, then continued.
“Your actions today were very brave. When no one else could, you stepped up to defeat an evildoer before he could harm an innocent life. That is the quality of a True hero. So rest assured that it is only standard procedure.”
He continued. “The Hero Commission will want to speak with you. Do not worry. I will make sure that you get the help you truly deserve. Come now —”
He extended a hand.
“— Let me help you do it the right way.”
