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- Hello mortal...

I looked around in surprise and saw in front of me...

- No...

I shake my head.

- ...It can't be!

The old man grinned good-naturedly as he watched my reaction.

- It doesn't happen that easily!

I took a couple of steps back, because even if it's true, I don't want to go there at all! It's dangerous! It's deadly! It's full of monsters eating people's souls! It's a power play that could kill millions!

- Don't be afraid. That place you're thinking of really exists, but it's not like that Japanese cartoon.

- А?

Is he a mind reader?!

- And yes, I'm a mind reader, it's faster and yes, I'm Yamomoto Genryuusai, no I'm not the head of Gotei, we have a different boss.

Yeah...

- Long story short, I have a lot of things to do, you're not the only one in line for distribution, so listen and remember.

I was met with an instantly heavy gaze.

- There was a mistake with you, one of the employees did not calculate the force of his influence and your body was destroyed. However, your soul was strong enough not to be seriously injured and that's why you're here... Let's dot all the necessary letters. You're not special or chosen, we get a hundred of these cases a day. And everyone, according to the rules, we are obliged to provide a life in another world, as well as a small compensation.

- The world...

He struck the floor with the heel of his cane and an image of an anime I had only glimpsed appeared before me.

- ...familiar to you from the anime: My Hero Academia. You'll be born as Izuku Midoriya and you won't have a quirk like him.

I blinked.

- And the bonus?

Yamomoto shrugged his shoulders.

- You choose and I'll decide....

- And I take it if you don't like it, I'll be without it?

- That's right.

- Okay...

I closed my eyes.

I don't think I've heard anything about my father.

- Yeah. There wasn't much mention of him in the canon.

- Then let him be a scientist, let him study spiders and the effects of different types of radiation, exposures, and chemicals on them.

Genryuusai smiled and nodded understandingly, and I continued talking.

- And before he disappears from our lives, let one of his experiments escape and settle on his jacket or shirt and get to our house where it will bite me, and after some time in delirium and unconsciousness I will gain the powers of a spider-man.

Genruusai breathed a sigh of relief.

- No, I was wrong about you... you are indeed unusual.

- М?

- Well... one usually asks for the powers of Kryptonian, that bald weirdo from the anime vanpachmen....

- Let me guess, mangekye sharingan? Or should I say Rinnegan or a mixture of sharinan and biakugan?

- Yeah... But you're glad... it's not often you meet adequate reasonable people... Though I had to calm you down a bit with a special technique to keep you from getting hysterical.

- When do I get sent away?

- Now.

He tapped his staff on the floor, and I blinked and opened my eyes in a completely different place.

*** About a year later. ***

- Mum!

My childish scream echoed through the house and just a minute later, a young girl with green hair was in my room.

- What's my goody?

- Poop.

- Wow my good...

She came over to me and took off my nappies and got a potty out from under the cot and put me on it. And while I'm on the potty, I have time to think.

So.

I was born into this world a year ago, last week to be exact, I turned a year old. My father was indeed a scientist and brought home a spider that bit me when I was about three months old. All because he realised, after taking my tests and decoding my genome, that I didn't and wouldn't have a quirk. So he decided to do an experiment on me....

It hurt.

I remember that month in fragments.

Most of the time I was in the hospital, I was given drips, as I suspect with nutrient solutions, and my body was being rebuilt at a rapid pace.

Was I abducted for experimentation?

No.

They didn't even try.

When it became clear to everyone, including me, that I would survive, my attending physician had a serious talk with my mother. Luckily the conversation was held in front of me... and yes, I understand the language from the very beginning, apparently it's a bonus for me for not even trying to demand something out of the ordinary for myself.

Anyway, the doctor explained to my mum that there was nothing to be afraid of.

Of course, so that the father himself put experiments on his child is rare, but here underground laboratories once every six months heroes find stable. Naturally, these statistics are not for our country, but for the world. But even so...

Children who tried to instil quirks, instilled them or caused directed mutation is quite a lot and chase specifically for me there is no point.

By the way, my father went to prison.

And I'm not the least bit upset about it. Because it's one thing if everything happened by accident, as I asked, and the other is so on purpose ...

After that, I'd love to kick him in the groin with my foot when I grow up... forty times.

However, having gained the powers of a spider, I did not become conceited and did not rest on my laurels.

I started working out.

Push-ups, abs, crawling on the floor, walls and ceiling, pull-ups, and now walking and running, because my coordination is more than remarkable. Stretching...

Naturally, all this is still in the measure of my meagre knowledge, but in the near future I plan to persuade my mother to give me to the section of martial arts. Although I don't think I'll be able to do that until I'm about five.

What else can I say?

Well, I'm considered a bit of a freak.

Or rather, the doctors at the hospital did, as I woke up from the fever and started calling them every time I wanted to go to the toilet and refused to shit and piss in my nappy. Not that I was so principled, but as they say, why do it if I can control myself? It would be one thing if it was painful for me to move and then yes, you could use the nappy for its intended purpose, but here ...

I had a nanny attached to me and she basically only took care of me as my mum paid for her work. And I was not ashamed to call her... That's why I was considered abnormal, what child would behave like that?

But come on.

Having realised that I had done all my work, my mother gave me toilet paper, as I had to make my coordination sufficient and started wiping myself. I was then given wet toilet paper, after which I was placed back in the playpen next to the cot and the potty was taken away.

What more can be said....

Standing up on my hands I started push-ups, which did not cause me any discomfort. Mum did. When she saw me in this position for the first time she was scared, and then she was amused by the way I panted with each push-up.

Oh... right, I've got a lot of spider strength in me already.

I can do fifty of these handstand push-ups without a problem, and my experiments have shown that I can easily lift my cot, which weighs fifteen kilos, I guess...

Hmmm...

О!

My mum is not a housekeeper or anything like that, she's a writer and writes books that are quite popular, at least she has a personal PR manager who sometimes comes to our house and discusses things that make it clear that mum is quite popular. However, she works under the pseudonym Green Bestia, so what her name is in reality no one knows.

True Lisa, that's the name of her manager is trying to persuade her to reveal her identity and start earning money on meetings with readers, but here mum is still unapproachable. She does not want to turn her life into a balaganza and hide from various journalists, does not want that when she walks with me to her, climbing fans asking for an autograph or with insistent requests to be photographed. So far Lisa has nothing to catch here, but she doesn't give up.

My mum came back and put the pot in its place, my mum's name is Inko Midoriya by the way. And I'm Izuku Midoriya.

- Honey, is there anything you want to do?

- To study...

Mum smiled happily.

- How cute you are....

They grabbed my cheeks and pulled them apart. They didn't do it to leave pain, so I didn't mind. And with my strength and agility, there's enough strength in my skin, muscles. Bones and ligaments are strong enough that I don't have to worry about getting hurt by an accidental movement, so even if she wanted to stretch my cheeks to the point of pain, she wouldn't be able to. I just radiated pleasure at the uncomplicated caress.

I'm lucky to have parents.

in my past life and in this one. I'm not lucky with my father, but my mum's great.

- Shall we learn to read?

- Yes.

I nodded, which made my mum smile.

- That's good.

She went to the cupboard and pulled out a book.

- I'm so lucky to have you... The neighbours have a kid your age, but he's noisy, always demanding attention and doesn't want to learn... I talk to Mitsuki, she's not a bad woman, though she has an explosive temper, but she's always complaining about her son, and her husband....

Mum came over to me and sat down next to me on the floor and opened a book and put it in front of me and started pointing out the different kanji of Japanese writing. And to begin with, she started repeating to me the ones we had already learnt. At the same time, I pulled up a magnetic board on which I could write a named kanji with a stylus, and then erase the writing and write a new one.

- Mum right?

- Almost a toddler...

Unfortunately, apart from the ability to understand speech, I didn't get anything more than asked, but even so I learnt to speak much faster, and it was easier to memorise the kanji themselves. And my mother was very talented in teaching, so the learning of writing was going by leaps and bounds.

Although...

I must say that my brain is obviously more developed than in the past world, but I have something to compare the ease of learning the material with.

A couple of hours of study and Inko decided to finish her studies.

- Mum.

- Yes, son?

She put the textbook back on the shelf.

- Cartoons!

- What do you want to watch?

- Steamroller.

It's one of those Japanese educational cartoons on the subject of writing, and since I realised that Mum had to work, I decided to continue my studies thanks to it.

Mum nodded and found the disc and then turned on the cartoon and went to work, and I, standing in a handstand and carefully transferring the weight to one hand the other took the stylus....

Slowly squeezing away watching a not very interesting cartoon. The cartoon itself is really rubbish, but the way they explain how to write this or that hieroglyph....

That's the only reason I watch this crap...

*** A few hours later. ***

- Izuku, mum's finished working...

Inko came into the room and saw me with my feet stuck to the wall and trying to keep my feet parallel to the floor, concentrating on drawing another Japanese character.

- So...

She put her arms at her sides, trying to appear stern and displeased.

- ...How many times have I told you not to do that?

But when she saw I didn't believe her, she sighed.

- Alright son, finish your studies, let's go for a walk outside.

- Uh-huh...

I nodded and putting the stylus on the board climbed down from the wall.