Gojo woke up in his apartment, the early morning sunlight filtering through the blinds. Stretching, he felt the familiar energy coursing through his body. After a quick shower, he decided to make himself some breakfast.
With a flick of his wrist, various kitchen utensils floated into the air, guided by his telekinesis. The eggs cracked themselves into a pan, the toast slid into the toaster, and the coffee began to brew. While everything cooked, Gojo used his powers to clean up his apartment, levitating dust and dirt into the trash bin, making his bed, and arranging his belongings with a wave of his hand.
Teleporting to the bathroom, he brushed his teeth. Suddenly, he sensed a slight burning smell. He teleported back to the kitchen just in time to see his breakfast starting to burn. With a quick gesture, he used his rejection powers, restoring the food to its perfect form.
After finishing his breakfast and cleaning up the dishes, Gojo got ready for the day. Dressed and ready, he teleported to the institute, appearing in the Professor's office without warning.
Professor Xavier nearly jumped in surprise. "Gojo, you startled me," he said, his voice calm but clearly taken aback.
Gojo chuckled. "Sorry about that, Professor. I thought I'd save some time."
Charles smiled. "I see. Well, Hank has been eagerly awaiting you. Let me inform him."
Charles contacted Hank telepathically. "Hank, Gojo is here. Please prepare for his physical."
They made their way to the infirmary, where Hank was already setting up. Gojo noticed the various medical equipment and couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and amusement. Hank, on the other hand, was excited to examine Gojo and understand what made him different from other mutants.
Hank started with the basic tests, but things quickly became interesting. He discovered that Gojo's heart beat slower than expected for a human—barely 55 beats per minute. When Hank tried to draw blood, the needle bent and broke against Gojo's skin.
Gojo sweatdropped. "Oh yeah, I forgot to say I'm quite durable."
Hank waved it off. "Don't worry, lad. Many mutants have durable bodies to match their powers. For instance, the skin around Scott's eyes is durable enough to withstand immense heat and force, and Kitty has a very high bone density due to her powers." He attempted with several needles, all of which broke. Starting to get frustrated, Hank was about to try again when Gojo intervened.
"Let me help with that," Gojo said. Using a small cleave, he opened his skin and prevented it from healing by constantly using cleave on the area. However, even after the opening, Hank still couldn't pull the blood out.
Charles then suggested, "We might need an adamantium needle. I'll get one." He left to retrieve the needle.Now why Charles had adamantium needles Hank would have to remember to ask at some point. Hank eventually used it to draw Gojo's blood. This led to an intriguing discovery: Gojo's blood appeared completely normal, without any markers for the X-gene that indicated mutation.
Hank was puzzled. "I don't understand," he said, looking up from the microscope.
Charles asked, "What is it, Hank?"
"It's all perfectly normal," Hank replied. "There are no signs of the X-gene. Your blood suggests you are completely human, Gojo."
Gojo squinted his eyes. "Then why do you look so confused?"
"Usually, there are different markers and identification in the DNA suggesting the X-gene for mutations. All mutants have it, both active and those yet to come into their powers. But you, Gojo, your blood work says you are completely normal, as in completely human."
Charles looked at Hank, then at Gojo. "How is that possible?"
Gojo thought, 'Ethan must have done something... My immunity to body and power manipulation could also be in effect here. I wished for all my powers to be unreplicatable, meaning no clones or power stealing. So, in essence, there's absolutely nothing there for anyone to even steal to begin with because it's perfectly... normal?'
Gojo gave a small smile. Seeing this, Charles asked, "Do you know the reason behind these peculiarities?"
Gojo nodded slightly. "I might have an idea," he said, but didn't elaborate further.
Once Hank completed his initial examinations, Gojo was sitting on the examination table. "So, how am I?" he asked.
Hank looked over his notes. "Well, I have to say that everything looks perfectly normal and in top shape. You are in perfect health. There are no signs of disease of any form anywhere. If I may ask, what is the full extent of what you can do?"
"I've told you what I can do already. I discovered my abilities in my early teens and I'm still exploring what I can do. But I know I haven't reached my limits yet."
"Hmm." Hank reread everything Gojo had mentioned. Strength level unknown. Speed level unknown. Durability far beyond normal. Heat emissions from his eyes. Possible enhanced senses.
Hank glanced at the time. "The Danger Room should be ready for use now. Logan would be finished with the morning sessions by now. Gojo, I want to test your abilities with and without you using your powers to see what your natural physique measures up to."
"Um, okay."
"You need not worry about being hurt. Here, we work as a team, and for that to work, each individual must know what the others in that team are capable of."
"That makes sense," Gojo agreed, thinking in amusement, 'He speaks as if I've agreed to join this band of misfits.'
Later, the team gathered in the observation room, all interested in seeing what Gojo could do. Having experienced his power firsthand, they were keen to learn more.
Bobby stared through the glass, thinking, 'He took us down so easily. I've never seen anyone move like that. Is there anything he can't do? How are we supposed to compete with that?'
Scott's thoughts were a mix of frustration and determination. 'We trained so hard, yet he defeated us without breaking a sweat. It wasn't just his power, it was the way he used it. Precise. Efficient. I no WE need to step up my game.'
Kitty was curious and a bit in awe. 'His powers are so versatile. It's like he's on a whole different level.
Jean compared her own abilities to Gojo's. 'He's so comfortable with his powers, using them like second nature. I have to keep my emotions in check constantly to avoid losing control. I wonder if I could just…'
Ororo reflected on their brief battle. 'He matched and exceeded everything I threw at him. Lightning, wind, ice – nothing fazed him. It's not just raw power; it's his confidence and that stupidly annoying and arrogant smile of his and understanding of his abilities. I need to learn from that… except the arrogant part of course but maybe after my powers have reached that level.'
Kurt wondered how Gojo's teleportation compared to his own. 'He doesn't seem to have any limitations. No strain, no restrictions. Is it just his power, or is there something more? Maybe I can improve my own teleportation by studying him.'
Jubilee was excited but also slightly apprehensive. 'He's got this aura about him, like nothing can touch him. But is there a limit to what he can do? And what's his weakness? Everyone has one, right?'
As the team continued to watch, they couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and envy. Gojo's effortless control over his abilities were both inspiring and intimidating. They all realized that to become better, they would need to learn from him, adapt, and push their own limits.
Rogue, on the other hand, was more introspective. 'I touched him, and he didn't flinch. He didn't faint or die. He felt so... warm. How can someone so powerful be so calm and collected?'