I found myself waking up in a stark white room where everything felt like it was wrapped in a fog. As my vision began to sharpen, I noticed my mom, Inko, peacefully dozing off in a chair beside me. A wave of panic hit me; part of me feared she might not wake up at all.
Moments later, a gentle rustle of the sheets alerted Inko, causing her to stir awake. Her eyes widened with concern as they met mine, and in an instant, she was enveloping me in a fierce hug, tears cascading down her cheeks. I tried to soothe her, but the deluge of tears wouldn't stop.
"Mom, please don't worry. I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere. I've got your back, I promise," I reassured her.
Through her tears, she managed a smile and pecked my cheek. "You gave me the scare of a lifetime! I watched you tumble when you shrunk back from your dragon form."
All of this was puzzling to me; I couldn't recall much about that day at all. The mere idea that I had transformed into an enormous dragon was astonishing! Then another thought struck me—two quirks, not just one! Just the notion of being as powerful as All Might was mind-blowing.
The following day was charged with excitement—it was finally time to discover what my quirk would be. The anticipation buzzed through me like electricity. At the hospital for a meeting with the quirk specialist, I went through a gauntlet of tests. Eventually, the doctor returned, his expression a mix of concern and intrigue. He informed my mom that I possessed two exceptionally formidable transformations and emitter quirks.
Inko's eyes widened with surprise, and she eagerly asked what those quirks entailed. The doctor elaborated, revealing that I could morph into a colossal Chinese dragon and shift into a hybrid version of that same form. Furthermore, I had control over the weather and elements—just from my first quirk! My mother looked completely astounded, grappling with the magnitude of my abilities.
As the doctor's explanation continued, he added that I could generate a sleek black armor around my skin and even impart my will onto another. If their will was feeble, they'd faint! Unbelievable, right? He also mentioned a remarkable ability of mine: I could perceive my environment without even using my eyes, almost like possessing a third eye. To prove this, he blindfolded me and tossed a ball at varying speeds. I dodged every single one!
"Ma'am, your son might just have the strongest quirk in history. He has the potential to become a remarkable hero someday," the doctor declared. I was on cloud nine at the thought of being a hero!
After that eye-opening visit to the quirk specialist, I wasted no time practicing one of my new quirks, which I named Haki. I trained relentlessly with my blindfold on, focusing on honing my Observation Haki while employing my Armament Haki, which coated my body in armored protection. My limbs shimmered with a black metallic sheen—transforming my skin into an unyielding barrier. The specialist also pointed out that I had slight mutations lending me a monstrous physique, complete with enhanced stamina, rapid healing, and incredible strength for my age, destined to grow even greater.
Fast forward eight years, and my strength had multiplied exponentially. By the time I turned twelve, I was spending hours at the Quirk gym, bench pressing two tons for twenty reps over seven sets and squatting four tons for five reps across three sets.
After that exhilarating experience, I made my way to the training zone for quirks, ready to unleash my dragon form. It was an absolute spectacle! Suddenly, thunderclouds rolled in, and hail began to fall as if summoned by my very presence. I unleashed a thunderous roar that reverberated throughout the entire arena while I practiced my maneuvers, commanding the wrath of the storm to launch formidable attacks and honing my heat wave beam to perfection.
Once I shifted back to my human form, it was time to channel my energy into Haki training. I settled into a meditative state for about an hour, enhancing my Observation Haki, before gearing up for some intense movement drills. I squared off against a training dummy specifically built to withstand my strength. I delivered a powerful punch infused with Haki, and the dummy lurched backward, staggering three steps. However, it retaliated with a solid hit to my face, sending me flying two meters and causing me to spit out a mouthful of my drink. A grin spread across my face; invigorated, I charged back at it, launching a rapid-fire sequence of powerful punches. I swear, every encounter only fuels my growing strength.
After concluding my sparring session, I headed home, my thoughts only on the katsudon that my mom had prepared. I devoured 50 generous bowls, washing it all down with two liters of water, feeling completely stuffed—an all-too-familiar sensation when enjoying my mom's cooking. Subsequently, I retreated to my room, utterly exhausted, and drifted off into a deep, restful sleep for the night.