"Swordsmanship is the art of killing people. In the ups and downs of a simple sword swing, there are countless possibilities, and such an action can only be mastered by practicing thousands of times, or even a lifetime."
Yaoyorozu Ken narrated plainly, with a soft smile on his thirteen or fourteen-year-old face.
While he was talking, he held a sword in both hands, slashed the puppet.
Swish!
The air seemed to be torn apart, as if it had reached a certain critical point.
With a crisp "click", the scarred puppet exploded in an instant,
"What?"
A woman wearing a Bushido practice uniform in the room suddenly exclaimed.
She looked at the shards that exploded and splashed, her pair of black eyes flashed with panic.
"I'm about to enter U.A. Is older sister still so timid?"
Ken's wrist suddenly turned, the sword in his hand quickly moved.
Swish!
A crescent-like light appeared in the air, and in an instant, countless wooden fragments swept into the surroundings.
Watching the countless wooden fragments, the girl swallowed, and said in surprise, "Ken, this kid's swordsmanship is getting more and more terrifying."
Looking at Yaoyorozu Momo, whose face was full of surprise, Ken smiled but his heart was a little dazed.
He felt as if he had returned to the time when he had first come to this world.
It was hard to imagine that reincarnation and rebirth had happened to him, and it was even harder to imagine that he had actually arrived in a world full of superpowers.
Of course, it is not called 'super power' here, but 'quirk'.
After removing his sweat-stained white martial arts uniform, Ken slowly walked to the side of a mirror and began to wear hus daily clothes.
In this life, Ken looked good. He could even be called handsome. He had a delicately carved face, and a very symbolic cherry-like lip color.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Ken noticed his appearance, and he nodded in satisfaction.
Although it was not a big deal to look good in this world, who would want to look bad?
But looking at his sickly, slightly pale skin in the mirror, Ken felt bitter.
"A genius in swordsmanship, but a sick and weak boy"
This is what he is called by the world in this life.
Somehow, Ken's body was weak since he was a child, and he would pant after running just a few steps.
His former parents took him to the hospital many times, but no symptoms were found.
The doctor finally decided that it was "physical problems."
In recent years, long-term swordsmanship practice finally allowed him to see some results.
Now, his body had caught up with that of the general public.
Shaking his head and fading the ups and downs in his heart, Ken stretched out his right hand towards Momo.
"You want me to do it again?"
Momo glared at Ken fiercely, but her hands still helplessly opened.
Suddenly, a brand new black suit appeared in Momo's hands.
Creation: It allows the user to freely create any object except living organisms with their own fat.
But the user should have a considerable understanding of the molecular structure of the item.
The more complex, and the larger the item, the longer it will take to make.
This is the quirk of Momo, a quirk that can be called overpowered and it even has unlimited potential.
Of course, it depends on the user.
As for now, Ken usually smiles and asks Momo to make some simple little items for him.
Picking up the suit in Momo's hand, Ken draped it directly on him.
He was wearing a decent black casual suit, and had a ruby ring on his right hand. He looked extraordinary.
His temperament was strange and beautiful, which made Momo's eyes glued to him.
After inserting the sword in his hand into the scabbard by the mirror, Ken took a closer look at Momo,
Momo had practiced with Ken for a short time today.
Her white martial arts uniform was soaked with sweat, and her proud chest was as powerful as a weapon of mass destruction.
It was hard to imagine that she had not yet gone to high school.
How could she develop this much?
Her snow-white skin was glistening under the background of sweat.
Her five fingers holding a sword were charming and cute. Her face was beautiful and lovely.
Her eyes were clear and bright, her nose was tall, and she had an European and American style.
With long black hair draped over her shoulders, she looked heroic.
"Momo is still as beautiful as ever!" Ken praised her in his heart, but he didn't show anything on the surface.
After all, he was a man of very few words on the surface.
"Are you going back to rest?"
Momo frowned, a worrisome look flashed between his eyebrows, and she asked softly.
She was also a little worried about her younger brother who had suddenly appeared in the past two years.
Ken basically spent all his time in the training room and bedroom.
Every time she asked her parents to go outside with Ken, they always said that Ken was ill and he couldn't travel far, even to school.
Ken nodded, smiling as usual. He said goodbye, and walked to his bedroom.
It was said to be a bedroom, but in fact it was also a mansion with three floors and it had luxurious decorations.
Although Ken was taken care of by Momo's parents, he was basically their son.