Attention: Sometimes ago, someone said that the story was not good and I also felt that way. So i stopped updating.Now I have rewritten the story. I hope you like this version.
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Dying hurt less than he expected.
It wasn't the crushing pain in his chest, or the screech of tires — those were gone in a flash. What lingered, oddly enough, was the chill.
The cold, sticky feeling that crept into his bones as darkness swallowed his vision.
> "Huh… I really went out like that? No cheat? No goddess? No truck? That's just rude."
He was only 17. Too young to die, too old to still be figuring things out. He remembered lights. Screams. Then nothing.
Then — everything.
A rush of water surged through his lungs. His limbs thrashed instinctively as if his body remembered how to breathe before his mind caught up. There was no pain, just warmth. Heavy blankets, a hard mattress, and something cold dripping on his face.
He opened his eyes to find…
...a cracked ceiling.
And tiny, soft fingers.
His fingers.
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"Wait… I'm tiny."
He sat up. Way too fast. The room spun. His legs dangled off the side of a child-sized bed in what looked like an old, beat-up dorm room.
Wooden floors. Peeling walls. One window with no glass. A single lightbulb dangled from the ceiling like it was barely clinging to life.
And across the room, in a rusted mirror:
A small boy stared back.
Messy dark hair, slate blue eyes. Pale skin. Shirt two sizes too big.
Definitely not his old face.
Definitely not his old body.
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"...I reincarnated?" he muttered aloud, voice high-pitched and squeaky.
It echoed back at him with the distinct energy of a Saturday morning cartoon.
> "Okay. Okay, cool. I can work with this."
He took a breath.
A strange sensation bloomed in his chest — as if his blood was thicker, heavier… wet. A slight motion of his hand, and a small ripple of water rose from the air, hovering like a bubble between his fingers.
He blinked.
Then laughed.
> "A water quirk? A WATER quirk?! Hell yes, I'm in My Hero Academia!"
The air around him responded to his joy. Condensation danced in the light. A few droplets hovered above his palm like spinning planets.But the glee was short-lived.
He ran to the window and peeked out. The courtyard below was full of kids — some playing, some arguing, some just sitting. No signs of adults, no clear sign of where he was.
This wasn't a hospital.
It was an orphanage.
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He sat on the edge of the bed, heart pounding.He was four. He had a water quirk. And he was alone.
The memories came in slowly over the next few days — fragments at first. Bits and pieces from this new body's past life. His name, his routines, the blurry faces of caretakers. Then, one night, lying on a threadbare blanket under flickering lights, a specific memory broke through:
A classroom lesson on Pro Heroes.
He remembered it vividly. Holograms of top heroes filled the air:All Might ,Endeavor, Hawks, Mirko, Edgeshot, Best Jeanist, Ryukyu…
But none — not one — wielded a water-based quirk.
"Seriously? In a world where quirks can explode mountains and twist reality, no one made it to the top using water?"
It felt… wrong.
Water was everywhere. It was powerful. Adaptive. Unpredictable.
"Alright then," he whispered under his breath, a grin forming on his tiny face.
"If they couldn't do it… I'll be the first."
And that night, beneath thin blankets and leaky ceilings, the current of ambition began to stir.
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🌀 6 Years Later — Age 10
"HAH!"
His fist slammed into the training dummy. The soaked sponge flew back ten meters and smacked into the chain-link fence.
A nearby caretaker blinked. "Did that kid just… punch water?"
He didn't hear her. He was focused. Muscles sharp, breath steady, and his body radiating a strange mist.
This wasn't just water manipulation anymore.
Over the years, he trained obsessively — alone, unsupervised, determined.
And slowly, his quirk began to shift.
One morning, after absorbing morning dew from the rooftop, he noticed something strange: he wasn't just manipulating moisture — it was feeding him. Power leaked into his cells. He grew faster. Stronger. His endurance was off the charts.
But the real shock came the day he tripped over a pigeon.
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The bird flailed. He instinctively reached out — and drew the moisture straight from it.
It didn't die. It just… slumped. Weak, but alive.
And he?
He felt like he could run a marathon.
His quirk had evolved.
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He began testing it in secret. Dead insects. Stray cats. Once — and only once — he brushed his fingers across the skin of a schoolyard bully who shoved him too hard.
The boy collapsed. He felt a rush of permanent energy.
It wasn't ethical.
It wasn't heroic.
But it worked.
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"I don't need to hurt anyone. I just need to survive. Grow. Master this."
By age 10, he had the strength and speed of a trained adult.By his own testing, he was already stronger than Todoroki, even before UA and he was just getting started.
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Next stop?
The U.A. Entrance Exam.
And after that?
The world will know.
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[I have rewritten the story . I hope you like it and please tell me now if it is good. Because if i post 30 chapters i can't change the story again.]
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