"Wow, this is actually happening." I couldn't help but mutter to myself as I looked at my reflection in the glass, a reflection that basically screamed that I was not human.
My hair was basically the most normal change as my once black hair had turned blood red. What was far less normal was the bone white horns coming out of the side of my head and facing forward like some sort of bull or a demon.
My once healthy pale skin was now a very un-healthy pale, as in it was fucking chalk white. It was basically albino of an albino. The kind of white skin you would only see in anime.
My eyes, which were once sea green, were now completely purple. Not just the irises but the sclera as well, they also had rings covering it all.
"Rinnegan." I whispered. "The fucking CYOA actually became true?"
An interactive CYOA, also known as 'Choose Your Own Adventure', which was basically a pointless page of choices and points that any random schmuck could use to make a character and story for themselves with powers. Which I had done many times on many different formats. Including one where my current form would fit to the choices. One where I had made myself an Oni-Uzumaki-Ōtsutsuki hybrid with Rinnegan along with some extra choices to help get stronger. A build that would have allowed me to basically take over this world in an afternoon if I was feeling lazy, if it wasn't for one thing!
"Fucking Acclimation!" I yelled as I clutched my head, which was far more difficult than it should have been due to my new horns, as I thought about the series of drawbacks I had taken.
Acclimation, which had the effect of reducing my powers to fifty percent of what they should be but they would automatically rise back to a one hundred percent in six months and two hundred percent in a year. Except that wasn't the only drawback relating to my powers I had taken. No, I had taken three others that made things worse!
Starterless, a drawback that meant the powers I chose would not be giving me any equipment. Which meant that despite being an Ōtsutsuki, I didn't have a God Tree seed to plant into any worlds! So I couldn't just rinse and repeat of planting tree and waiting for fruit routine to speed-run my way to godhood.
Starting From Nothing, which reduced my starting percentage to zero. Though it wouldn't affect the period of time needed but that didn't matter as the last drawback I had taken was one that allowed me to start with some amount of power in exchange for the worst trade-back!
Train As Hard As You Can, the drawback that meant I had to get back to one hundred percent on my own efforts and made it so acclimation period was no longer a thing!
"Why couldn't one of the other builds became the truth?! Preferably the one where I used creative mode!" I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose. The power fantasy with no opposition that I could have being a far gone fantasy in the place of my current reality, a low level power fantasy where I would likely have many oppositions.
With a sigh, I got up and walked out of the alleyway I had appeared in to take a look at my new world and was immediately greeted by a giant billboard with a guy that looked like the physical embodiment of American superhero comics smiling on it.
"All Might." I muttered as the last needed proof of my situation looked at me. I was in My Hero Academia.
I couldn't help but think about the possible changes this world had, I had chosen AU option after all. There likely was gender bent, cause I always took that, but I wasn't sure about anything else.
My thought process stopped short as I fully walked out of the alleyway and realized something. The people walking around, they were... short.
No, no they were normal. It was I who was ridiculously tall. Even in this world where inhuman appearances of mutant quirks were a thing, I towered over people around me. By a rough estimate I would say that I was around two and a half meters tall, maybe a bit taller?
Heh, with the horns I truly was an Oni. Wasn't I?
It was no wonder people took a step away from me as I walked out. Though my attire likely didn't help much either. A white kimono like clothing over a black muscle shirt, also no shoes to cover my feet; allowing anyone looking down to see the sharp toenails that looked like claws.
My face didn't look ugly, if one ignored the eerie look of Rinnegan, but I wouldn't be surprised if someone had called the cops and reported me as a possible villain already.
The thought was kinda amusing for some reason.
Still, this was no time to be lost in amusement. I had to figure out when I was, had I chosen the Slug villain incident or the UA exam day as the insertion point?
Suddenly the noise spiked ahead. Shouting. Something exploded to my left, followed by a cheer that died off halfway through.
I turned the corner without thinking and a body hit the pavement ten meters in front of me. A guy in a black hoodie.
"Sir, please clarify the area!" A voice came from the direction the body had came from, belonging to a muscular old man with some sort of caution patterned vambraces? I knew this guy, the old hero from the first episode who would later on retire when things got tough. What was his name, Construction Arms? Strong Arms? It definitely had something to do with arms.
My thoughts about possible names of the guy was interrupted as the downed guy from before suddenly came back to life and dashed at me, his arm transforming into a long sword as he came closer and he placed it's edge on my stomach.
"Don't come any closer if you don't want something to happen to this guy!" The edge pressed a little harder into my stomach.
I blinked.
Then I looked down.
The blade was… real. Steel gray, uneven along the edge, growing directly out of his forearm like a grotesque extension of bone. I could feel the pressure through my clothes. No pain or cut though, just pressure.
Before us, the hero froze.
"Easy." Something-Something Arms said, palms raised. "Kid, don't do anything sudden..."
"Kid?" the guy holding me muttered, voice shaking despite himself. "You hear that? You're lucky today, freak. Real lucky." Great, the guy holding me hostage was racist.
Yet the idea was that this no-name punk having some sort of power over my life was... upsetting.
Before I realized what I was doing, my hand was already on the blade and I found myself agreeing with my subconscious action even while both hero and the villain were screaming at me.
No, instead I pulled the blade away from my stomach and wrapped my hand around it. The rusty piece of steel was unable to cut my skin even as its owner started thrashing around.
I could feel the people around staring at me. Some of them were probably taking photos and videos. What was happening would likely found itself on social media quite soon and any chances of living a life without getting too much attention would go away. Yet I didn't care.
Instead, I applied pressure and the sound of metal shattering echoed throughout the sky. Followed by the villain's screams as he went down clutching his now bleeding arm.
I looked at my palm. No blood, not even the smallest of cuts.
Only the blue hue of chakra around the limb that likely only I could see.
Then I looked down at the vermin who thought that he could threaten me, looking up at me with tears in his eyes, afraid of what I might do.
I raised my foot, as I thought that it was likely the sole sensible thing he had done all day, and then brought it down on his head; slamming it down on the concrete with a sound of wet squash.
When I looked back up, the people were staring at me with fear, including the hero... Death Arms, that's what his name was!
"You..." Death Arms said as he raised his hands in what appeared to be some sort of martial stance. "Who are you?"
"My name..." I muttered with a frown as I thought about it for a moment before smiling as I decided. New life. New name.
"Ōtsutsuki Kanshiki."
It was going to be fun.
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