"What the hell is wrong with my quirk?!"
I slammed my tiny fist against the edge of my desk.
It hurt. But not as much as the pain of having a useless quirk.
I tried not to cry.
For a room that looked like it belonged to some Victorian noble heir, it felt incredibly suffocating right now.
Fujiwara family money had some taste.
Unfortunately, money could not buy me a better quirk.
I had waited five years for this...
Five years of pretending to be a slightly weird but intelligent child.
Five years of watching heroes on TV.
Five years of thinking: I would one day have an amazing quirk.
Maybe I'll just show off, or aura farm with it.
And this?
This was what I got?
I flopped back onto the ridiculously soft bed.
It was not like I was desperate to become a hero or something, but the thought of having a mediocre quirk hurt, like being an ordinary member of the populace...
"Maybe I should just give up on becoming a hero…"
I stared at the ceiling.
"I should just inherit the empire. Live my life comfortably and avoid villains entirely."
I rolled to my side.
"So what if I have a useless quirk? My superpower is money."
I nodded to myself.
That sounded convincing.
It wasn't though.
"I had already given up on having a cheat... systems and the like are simply not possible...
But to have a useless quirk too..." I sighed deeply.
"Maybe... not all isekai protagonists get cheats, you need to be sponsored by the truck-kun for that...
Maybe, the reason I do not have a cheat or I am not some protagonist... is because, I came here without the divine powers of truck-kun"
-Sometime ago-
The day I turned five, my quirk awakened.
It was strange. Quirks don't come with manuals. Kids usually figure things out by accident, or just slowly through constant experimentation.
But mine came with something else.
An instinct like information.
It was like my brain was suddenly handed a blueprint. I could instinctively tell what my quirk was about, and what it could do.
Not in a very detailed manner, but the gist of it.
At first thought, I felt it was awesome, because, if it's coming with a manual, it has got to be an awesome quirk, right?
And, at first glace, it was.
Teleportation.
Thought-based teleportation.
No markers required.
No prior visits required.
If I can think of it, I can go there instantly.
When that understanding hit me, my heart nearly exploded.
Teleportation.
That's not a weak ability... That's not average either.
That is, what we call an insane level ability.
But, the feeling of ecstasy inside me was drained out, the very next moment.
Because then, I felt it.
The clock.
An internal, silent construct inside my mind.
Divided into sixty parts.
Ticking.
And with that, came the next part about my quirk.
I can only teleport once per hour.
Non-stackable.
If I don't use it within the hour?
That teleportation chance was gone.
Wasted.
At most, if I time it perfectly at the fifty-ninth minute, I can chain two teleports back-to-back.
Twice.
That's it. Then I have to wait another hour before making another teleportation.
And that is the only thing my quirk does.
There is no physical enhancement.
No durability upgrade.
No reaction boost.
No secondary ability.
I am, physically, just a five-year-old.
A five-year-old with an escape button.
That's why I called it useless.
Because in this world,
My Hero Academia- combat power matters.
Teleporting once isn't impressive if someone faster than you knocks you out before you can think.
I sat cross-legged on the carpet and focused.
Inside my head, I could feel it.
Thirty minutes left in this hour.
If I don't use it, this first activation goes to waste.
My parents were at work. Sunday didn't mean much to business owners. The mansion staff had strict instructions not to disturb me during my "quiet hours."
Good.
Because what I'm about to do would be very hard to explain.
"Alright…"
I inhaled slowly.
"Let's test this properly."
If I'm going to experiment, I need distance.
Somewhere far.
Somewhere obvious.
Somewhere safe.
America?
No.
Too vague.
New York.
Let's see... hmm, Central Park it is.
That's specific enough.
If I can picture it, I can go.
I closed my eyes.
I remembered it vividly.
Skyscrapers.
Green stretch in the middle of concrete.
The skyline.
And I thought, Take me there.
The world folded.
There was no space rippling or anything, it was instantaneous,
One moment I was in my bedroom.
The very next,
Cold air slapped my face.
I stumbled.
Concrete beneath my feet.
Voices.
English.
American English.
I froze.
I was standing near the edge of Central Park.
Cars moved past.
People walked casually.
No one paid attention to the small Japanese kid who had just appeared out of nowhere.
Because I didn't appear with a flash.
I just existed.
Like I had always been there.
My heartbeat pounded violently.
"I… actually did it."
This wasn't short-range.
This wasn't city-level.
This was continental.
My breathing quickened.
Then something else hit me.
I can't teleport again.
Not for half an hour.
If something happens here... I would be in quite a bit of trouble.
If a villain appears, I'm stuck here.
The internal clock confirmed it.
Twenty-nine minutes.
Twenty-eight.
Uh oh... this is dangerous.
I am five.
Alone.
And in a foreign country... well not really, since I kind of have my past life memories.
With no ID.
No money.
No way to explain myself.
Well... let's just wait half an hour here, not like I am actually a child.
Still, my quirk wasn't as useless as I had thought initially, I mean yes, combat-wise, totally useless, but it sure would save a lot of travel time and money.
'Sigh... I can't even convince myself with that one...'
Anyways, I should probably try and see if the number of teleportations per hour can be increased through training.
And most importantly, there was another factor, although I just travelled half the world using my quirk, I don't even feel slightly tired, which means, my quirk doesn't use my stamina.
One thing can be assumed that the quirk kind of stores energy for one hour and then unleashes an unlimited teleportation.
'Should I go check out where my home was? But the timeline is off by like, centuries...' I sighed, although it was strange that the map had remained somewhat same as it did in the 21st century, there was no need for me to go to the location my home was...
'Going there... would probably just sadden me.'
Anyways, the time is almost up, I should teleport back...
'I really am not a protagonist, am I? I mean, I just stupidly travelled across half the world, if some protagonist had done that, he would, certainly get into some trouble for it.'
Well, now the question remains, should I immediately tell my parents about my quirk? I mean, I should probably test it first ,right? It's limits and all...
Besides, I have read too many fics with MCs going to the doctor who transferred all their data to All for one.
Even if I think my quirk might not interest him, but what if he just takes it as some sort of last resort escape...
Anyways, I have all day to think about it, Mom and dad aren't coming until 7 or 8 in the evening.
With that thought in my mind, I once again unleashed the mighty powers of my quirk and appeared back to my room.