I arrived at my new apartment building, a modest place compared to my previous life, but it had a certain charm that caught my eye. The building's exterior was clean and well-kept, with flower pots lining the steps to the entrance. The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the scene, making it feel strangely... welcoming. It was a stark contrast to the chaos I had known.
As I pushed open the door and stepped into the lobby, an older woman at the reception desk looked up and smiled warmly. "Oh, Akira-chan. Are you good?" Her voice was kind, with a motherly tone that made me pause. In my past life, people didn't usually approach me with such ease or warmth.
"Yes, I am good," I replied, trying to match her friendly tone. It felt foreign to me, but I was willing to give it a try.
"You look more cheerful today. You can delay the apartment bill if you want to," she continued, her eyes sparkling with kindness.
"Wait. I will pay you right now," I said, reaching for my phone. I asked for her number and quickly sent her the payment. "Mrs. Sato," I thought, already recognizing her as a beacon of warmth in this new chapter.
"How is your part-time job going?" she asked, genuinely interested.
"Ohh. It's good," I said, suppressing a sign. Of course, I don't even know about that part-time job. I haven't worked like that in my entire life.
"I will skip today by the way," I said.
"Won't that Owner beat you again if you skip." Mrs. Sato said worriedly.
"Beat me up? Huh, interesting" I thought.
"Maybe I'll go," I said.
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With a polite nod, I headed up to my apartment. The room was simple-small but clean. I took a moment to survey the space: a bed by the window, a small kitchen area, and a desk where I could set up for whatever plans I had next. It wasn't the lavish surroundings I had once known, but it was enough. It felt like a fresh start.
In the drawer, I found a to-do list. It stated that I needed to head to my job at NATO Supermarket by 8:00 PM.
"An unusual time for a part-time job, huh," I muttered to myself. "No doubt she took that poison. She was pretty clever-maybe she drank bleach. Guess... I'll think about that later." I chuckled.
There was half an hour left. "I should get going. Just you wait, Mr. Owner."
As I stepped outside, a rush of determination surged through me. The owner of NATO Supermarket had a reputation. In the past, Akira had endured his harsh treatment-his demanding nature and condescending tone had made every shift a living hell. But the reincarnated Akira wasn't about to be pushed around anymore. I was ready to teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget.
As I walked down the street, I visualized my plan. The owner, a man named Haruto, had always thrived on intimidation. It was time to flip the script. I imagined myself slipping into the supermarket, a confident smirk on my face, radiating an energy that would command attention.
Upon entering the supermarket, I spotted Haruto in the back, barking orders at his employees. His sharp, piercing gaze flicked to me, and I could see the disdain etched on his features. I approached, deliberately slow, feeling the weight of the past Akira's frustrations melting away.
"Hey, Haruto-San," I said casually, leaning against a shelf, "ready to make some changes around here?"
He sneered, crossing his arms. "You're late, Akira. This is why I don't hire people like you."
I chuckled, a low, ominous sound. "Oh, really? I am just 3 min late Haruto-san."
His brows furrowed in confusion. "What? You've got nerves to talk back now?" He was just going to hit me, and I knew how to play this.
With a swift movement, I lifted a box of cereal from the shelf and dropped it on the floor. It hit with a loud crash, drawing the attention of nearby customers and staff. "Let's see how long it takes before they realize how pathetic you really are."
The onlookers were captivated, and I could sense a shift in the atmosphere. Haruto's face turned a shade of crimson as he sputtered for words. "You think you can just-"
"I know I can," I interrupted, mirroring the calm confidence of a certain someone I admired. "And if you continue to treat people like trash, this isn't going to end well for you."
The customers murmured, a sense of solidarity building against the tyrant of a manager. I revelled at the moment, the thrill of standing up against someone who had tormented the past Akira fueling my fire.
"From now on, you'll treat your employees with respect," I said, my voice steady and unwavering. "Or I'll make it my personal mission to make your life a living hell, just as you did to me."
"Also, I am leaving the job," I said with a smirk and left.
"Was I being too dramatic? Who cares" I chuckled.
As I walked away, I could feel the weight of my actions settling in. I was ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead-this was just the beginning. Akira had been reborn, and I wasn't going to let anyone dim my light again.
Then I just went home. And told Mrs Sato about it. She was shocked. I asked her if she could help me find another job. She agreed. Ans I went t
I dropped my bag on the floor and sat down at the desk, pulling out my phone. "Now, let's see what this world's heroes are like," I murmured to myself as I began my research. It was time to immerse myself in this new environment.
I tapped on the top hero rankings, scrolling through the list. "Number one, All Might... of course," I smirked. The article described him as the Symbol of Peace, the man who held society together with his overwhelming strength. "Typical hero. Strong, noble... boring." But I knew he was formidable. Someone worth observing.
The next few heroes caught my attention: Endeavor, the fiery second-ranked hero, known for his intense drive and unmatched flames. "Angry guy with a lot to prove," I muttered, raising an eyebrow. "He'll be interesting to watch."
I continued down the list, my eyes narrowing as I analyzed each one. Hawks were a young and flashy hero who specialized in speed and intelligence gathering. "Cocky," I noted, amused by his reputation. There was something about his strategic mind that piqued my interest.
Then there was Best Jeanist, a hero who commanded threads and fibre with absolute precision. I chuckled at his name but couldn't deny the impressive skill behind his quirk. The meticulous control reminded me of my abilities.
Leaning back in my chair, my mind raced with possibilities. "This world's heroes are strong, but they're not invincible. And one more thing...I am the strongest." A smile crept onto my face, feeling the familiar thrill of a challenge. "If I'm going to make an impact here, I'll need to learn everything I can about them."
With my plan taking shape, I stood up and stretched my limbs, gazing out the window at the city below. It was a new world with new rules, but that just made things more fun. I smiled-genuinely, this time. It had been a while since I felt this excited about something.
"UA High, top heroes... let's see where this all leads," I whispered, my mind buzzing with anticipation. The pieces were falling into place, and I couldn't wait to test my skills against the best this world had to offer.
The next day, my phone rang. It was Mrs. Sato. She told me she had found me a new part-time job. I thanked her, appreciating the fact that she always looked out for me. Being sociable was something I could manage-but in my own, strange way. Like the time when that lady asked Megumi for directions, and instead of helping her like a normal person, I laughed and teased him. "Megumi-chan," I chuckled, remembering his annoyed face.
When I went to meet Mrs. Sato, she handed me the details of the job-a template outlining the hours and responsibilities. I thanked her again, feeling a little more grounded now. This time, my shift would be at 6 PM, and it was at a convenience store. That was more my speed. Plus, working in the evening meant I could focus on more important things during the day-like training. Midnight shifts might come in handy once I get into UA. After all, heroes need to be ready any time, day or night.
With the job set for later, I still had the day free. Deciding to put it to good use, I headed up to the peak of a nearby mountain-a quiet place where I could train without distractions. The wind was sharp and cold, but the view was incredible, stretching out over the city below.
I still had two weeks left before things got busy, and I intended to make the most of them. My muscles tensed as I began working on my combat forms, focusing on improving speed and precision. Each punch, each kick had to be sharper, stronger. The mountain air helped clear my mind, but I knew there was still so much to work on.
"I can't afford to slack off," I muttered to myself. UA wasn't just a goal-it was the first step toward becoming the hero I was meant to be.
I began with basic conditioning exercises. Push-ups, sit-ups, and squats were the foundation, but I pushed myself further, adding weight by strapping rocks to my back and legs. Each repetition was meant to build endurance. My body burned with effort, but I embraced the strain, knowing it would make me stronger in the long run.
Next came agility drills. I marked out a path between the rocks and boulders, weaving through them with increasing speed, trying to focus on balance and precision. The uneven terrain forced me to concentrate on every step, pushing me to react quickly and stay light on my feet. It mimicked the unpredictable nature of real combat-being able to dodge, pivot, and stay in control no matter the situation.
Once I was loosened up, I activated Six Eyes. Immediately, the world sharpened into crystal-clear focus. I could see the flow of energy around me-the ambient mana in the air, the faint pulse of life in every living thing. It was like seeing the world in high-definition, with every detail and movement captured in perfect clarity. This heightened awareness wasn't just for combat-it was key to controlling Limitless.
I stepped into the next phase of my training: Limitless manipulation. With a flick of my wrist, I created an invisible barrier in front of me-an impenetrable wall of infinity. Any object that came near would slow to a crawl, trapped by the infinite distance between us. I tested it by hurling rocks, each one stopping mid-air just before making contact.
Satisfied with the barrier, I moved on to spatial manipulation. Focusing my energy, I created a tiny distortion in the air, warping the space around a small boulder until it shattered from the sheer pressure. Limitless gave me control over attraction, repulsion, and everything in between. I pulled the fragments toward me, suspended in mid-air, then released them, watching as they scattered across the mountainside. Each movement required precision, and with Six Eyes, I could measure every distance and calculate every force perfectly.
Next came a test of speed and reflexes. Using Blue, the attraction aspect of Limitless, I pulled objects toward me-rocks, branches, and anything I could find-forcing myself to dodge and evade at the last second. My movements became faster, sharper, as I combined physical agility with spatial control. Dodging wasn't enough, though. I needed to master offensive tactics too. I switched to Red, the repulsion force, and with a wave of my hand, sent the objects flying back with explosive power, clearing the entire area.
For the final phase of my training, I tapped into Hollow Purple, the ultimate combination of Blue and Red. The destructive force it unleashed was immense, but I needed perfect control. I gathered my focus, visualizing the precise point where the two forces would merge, then unleashed a small burst. The shockwave rippled across the mountaintop, obliterating everything in its path. I grinned, pleased with the power and precision of the attack. It felt like nothing could stand in my way when I had this kind of control.
As the sun began to dip lower, I allowed the quirks to settle. My Six Eyes dimmed, I put on my glasses and the world returned to its normal state, the overwhelming clarity fading away. I sat down on a nearby rock, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. The training had pushed me to my limits, but there was still more to learn-more to master. With Limitless and Six Eyes, the possibilities were endless, but the real challenge was refining that power, honing it into something unstoppable.
I still had two weeks left, and by the time they were over, I'd make sure I was ready for anything that UA-or the world-could throw at me.
I returned to my apartment, settling in for the night. The next day, I started my new job at the convenience store. The staff there were kind, but I could feel the stares. People would first be captivated by my appearance, and then, inevitably, they'd complain about my behavior. It didn't bother me, though. Let them think what they want-this is how the strongest behave. At least, this is how I behave.
The money was decent, though nothing impressive. It wasn't like I needed much anyway; I still had about 10 million yen in my account. But I knew it wouldn't last forever. I considered moving to a more luxurious apartment, something more suited to my tastes. Still, I decided against it. Keeping a low profile was smarter-less attention, less hassle.
The two weeks flew by at the speed of light. My days blurred together between work, training, and quiet moments alone. And now, here I am, standing at the front gate of UA High School. It was even more impressive than I'd imagined, looked far better than Jujutsu High. But this place don't have the same aura as Jujutsu. Feels like it is filled with weak people.
I stepped forward, ready to see what this new chapter had in store for me.