I'd say simple things are sometimes very hard to understand.
What should I dream of achieving?
For a person with issues, a simple thing can turn into a big mess.
Everyone, at some point after being born, realizes there is one inevitable thing we cannot escape.
Death.
Dying, I think, isn't exactly people's greatest fear.
But rather, dying without leaving a legacy.
Dying and being forgotten, unremembered, without accomplishments.
Maybe it's human ego.
But anyway, I died and was now reborn in a strange world.
'Denji-chan, are you scared? Scared? You're a scaredy-cat, I'm gonna tell everyone Denji-kun is a scaredy-cat!'
How did I end up in this situation? This is terrible, I need to get out of here before she drags me into it… but first, let me try to talk to her.
'Hana-chan, get down from there, you'll get hurt again… I already told you…'
'Scaredy-cat, scared, a scaredy-cat..' said a little girl cheerfully who had climbed a tree.
This girl… she's so troublesome, and why is she so attached to me? Is it because I'm strange and we have opposite personalities?
As he got lost in thought, a voice pulled Denji from his concentrated state.
'Denji, Hana, it's time to go,' said a woman approaching with some shopping bags.
Denji turned and saw her. It was his mother.
Blonde hair just like his, very beautiful.
Denji was distracted for a moment by his mother, and when he turned his eyes back to Hana, she moved clumsily as if she had lost her balance.
In that instant, Denji realized the situation.
Damn, it's pretty high… if she falls, she'll get hurt…
'Be careful!' shouted Denji.
His mother, who wasn't too far away, ran when she noticed.
'Hana-chan!'
Denji quickly positioned himself under the tree as if he wanted to catch her.
Hana, clearly off-balance, fell.
Denji tried to catch her.
He only tried, because succeeding was another story.
She fell on top of him, at least cushioning the fall that would have been quite painful.
'Ow, ow, ow…' Denji groaned in pain.
Damn, she's heavy… if I weren't in this fragile child's body…
Hana, who fell on Denji, practically suffered no injury.
Instead, he got more hurt.
'Hana-chan, are you okay? Are you hurt? I hope not, I don't want to worry your mom…' asked Denji's mother worriedly.
And what about me, old lady? I'm your son, don't I have any value? Seriously? Thought Denji.
Hana-chan, who was fine now after landing on a soft cushion, asked with sincere curiosity.
'Denji-chan, what's this on your chest?'
Huh? What cord? What is this crazy girl talking about, probably nothing... thought Denji.
In an act of chivalry after feeling better, Denji pushed Hana off of him.
'Get off, Hana.'
Denji stood up, and his mother approached him to check his condition.
'Did you get hurt?' asked his mother.
To be honest, Denji didn't feel any pain, just sore.
'Denji-chan, what's this on your chest?' Hana asked again.
Denji's mother found it odd and asked.
'What are you talking about, Hana..'
'There's a funny cord here in Denji-chan's chest,' said Hana.
Denji didn't take it seriously at first but… after she repeated it, he ran his hand over his chest and felt something strange.
There seemed to be a cord in his chest. The weird part was that the cord was INSIDE his chest, with the end in a triangular shape…
What the hell is this…? Could it be my Quirk?
Denji's mother, sensing the strangeness, knelt down to look. She opened his shirt and noticed.
There really was a cord in his chest.
'It must be your Quirk, Denji…' said his mother.
'Huh?'
At the Doctor's Office.
After dying, he was reincarnated into this world. In his previous world, there were no powers or anything like that.
But apparently, in this world, there were Quirks.
Each person could only have one Quirk, and there were those who had none.
People who had Quirks and used them to protect others were called heroes, those who used them for evil were villains.
Some people were born with very strong powers, like All Might or Endeavor who could manipulate fire.
And others had pretty useless abilities that, despite having them, weren't very useful.
He was already of age to awaken his.
His mother, after the incident in the park and after this strange cord appeared on his chest, took him to a doctor, a Quirk specialist.
As for Hana, she was the daughter of my mother's friend, so she obviously didn't come.
According to the evaluation the doctor gave and based on the results, this boy's Quirk had already awakened. In short, the basic assessment data he received showed he got a great increase in basic attributes like strength, but there was still something that was a mystery. His tests based on strength measurement showed he now had at least four to five times more strength than a child his age should have, and it could very well increase in the future.
'When did this happen?' asked the doctor.
'Not long ago, a few hours ago. As you can see, there's a cord on his chest. What do you think it could be?' said his mother.
Denji saw the old man's face and concluded that not even he could understand what it could be…
Is it just going to be a cord stuck in my chest?
Man, if that's it, mine will definitely be crowned the world's most useless Quirk…
'I see… It's the first time I've seen something like this. I don't know what it could be, perhaps a transformation-type Quirk. Have you pulled the cord?' asked the doctor.
'Not yet. Since the cord seems connected to the heart, I was afraid pulling it would hurt him…' said Maho Ushida.
'I understand,' the doctor turned to Denji and asked.
'Is it okay for you to pull this little cord in your chest? If it hurts, it's okay to stop…' said the doctor.
It's just a cord… nothing big will happen… that's what Denji thought.
And to be frank, he hoped at least something would happen…
'Yes… Doctor.'
Denji then moved his hand to his chest and intertwined his fingers with the little cord, but hesitated a little before pulling.
What a strange feeling is this… I feel like something weird is going to happen… I'm not going to explode, am I…?
Anyway, he pulled.
In the next instant, Denji felt something stirring inside his head and also something stirring inside his arms, as if something were about to explode.
He felt his mind go blank, almost a state of sleep or as if he were in the clouds.
And in the next instant, in a matter of milliseconds, he felt an absurd pain he had never felt before.
The pain was so great that the noise that came out of his mouth was strange.
An object came out from inside his head and from inside his arms, cutting through.
They were chainsaws.
One on the head and one on each arm, extending to his hands and beyond.
Blood spurted everywhere, completely staining the room. It was a lot, a whole lot.
Blood ran down his arms and head, staining all his clothes.
Denji couldn't even muster a reaction. He simply didn't expect this to happen. To be frank, he couldn't process what had happened.
His mother and the doctor, on the other hand, were not in better situations.
His mother was pale and looked like she had seen a ghost. The doctor had a frightened expression on his face, maybe even guilty.
'Denji… My son, no… no. What, my son…' His mother couldn't take it. Her eyes quickly filled with tears, and they wouldn't stop flowing from her eyes.
The doctor was equally scared and speechless.
His mother hurried to check on her son. Even scared by the chainsaws on his arms, she quickly approached to hug him and, of course, cried even more.
The doctor, with the little courage he had, called for doctors and nurses.
'Someone… someone… help here now!' he shouted, barely able to speak.
The next moment, sensing something was wrong, doctors and nurses nearby heard and hurried to help.
Arriving at the room, they found a rather strange scene.
A child, completely bloodied, who had a chainsaw coming out of his head and two more coming out of his arms, with a woman hugging him.
What situation is this… seriously? Chainsaws? There were Quirks of all kinds; there were Mutants who had monstrous appearances, people with tails, and all sorts of things.
But chainsaws?
And the worst part was that the chainsaws were hurting the boy.
They thought.
Hopefully, at least it's not permanent.
Or rather, how is he even still alive?
Actually, they didn't even have time, because they quickly put him on a stretcher and took him to a treatment room.
Denji, without reaction, just accepted it all, after all, his mind was in the clouds.
Maybe in heaven?
After a few minutes, when he came to, he was in another room.
He felt his mother was close, maybe waiting outside the room? He realized he still had a damn chainsaw on his head and chainsaws coming out of his arms.
There were also doctors around him, preparing for surgery perhaps? Giving him blood and probably whatever else.
With great effort—after all, it was strange to move his arms—he pulled the little cord on his chest again with one of his fingers.
The next moment, after that, those chainsaws disappeared.
The doctors saw and were astonished.
Because in the seconds after he did that,
His body regenerated.
There was no longer a hole in his forehead. With an absurd speed, the injuries began to close.
His arm, which was previously badly cut, began to close.
The blood that was previously leaking began to stop.
What a bizarre boy…..
The doctors thought.