QUIRK?

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I was rereading and I realized that instead of writing his new template as [tojo] I said [heavenly restriction], lol it's Tojo, but it's cool cos I fixed it. 

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In an enclosed section of the house, 

**WHOOSH!** 

The sound of a fist missing its target echoed. 

**DRIP!** 

Sweat hit the ground. 

Ethan threw attacks with bursts of effort, but the person he aimed for was too fast. 

"Focus," Ken said, dodging effortlessly. 

His movements were so refined that Ethan, throwing the punches, looked like a mindless child. And yet he didn't stop. 

Swinging his fists, he aimed again. Ken tilted his face to the side, and Ethan's right hand, still in motion, landed on Ken's right shoulder. 

Ken saw this and hunched his shoulder upward, pushing Ethan's arm with it. 

Then, in a swift chopping motion, he struck Ethan's armpit. 

The blow wasn't powerful, but it sapped Ethan's strength instantly. 

Ethan refused to give up. 

In that split second, as a means of retaliation, he swung his other hand and aimed a punch at Ken's lower rib—or at least tried to. 

Ken had already predicted it. His fist caught Ethan's knuckles in a closed palm. 

"You're improving," Ken said, his voice showing no trace of fatigue. 

"Yeah, but yuh won… again," Ethan replied, shaking his head and dropping to the ground. 

Ken looked at him and laughed inwardly, thinking about how all this had started. 

It had been almost three months since Ethan asked Ken to train him. 

Ken didn't know why, but Ethan had insisted something inside told him Ken was the greatest fighter he knew, he would always say something like , "Something in yuh eyes, mon—mi just know yuh dangerous." even though he'd never seen Ken fight. 

Ken walked to a small refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of water and tossed one to Ethan. 

"Mi really can't believe yuh mother woulda let yuh have dis," Ethan said, his eyes lingering on the mini gym they stood in. 

Ken laughed nervously. 

Truthfully, he hadn't needed Nagant's permission. 

He thought about his odd relationship with her. 

At first, she'd been furious, but her anger faded when she realized she was legally his parent. 

She visited his house once a week and slept there, but that was it. 

They spoke sometimes, but only about minor things. 

She'd gotten really angry when she found out Ken was still working for the Hero Safety Commission. 

But when he told her his work was the only reason she wasn't in handcuffs, her rage turned to guilt. 

It was a lie, of course. 

Ken had made sure to destroy any evidence linking him, Nagant, and Mirai when he burned those two buildings. 

Moving his body, Ken walked to the bench press. 

The weights seemed embedded in the barbell, as if they couldn't be removed. 

Burned into its side, like a warning, was the number: 

—1200kg 

A weight impossible for humans to lift. 

Yet Ken lay down and began lifting it effortlessly. 

**CLANK!** 

The sound of metal meeting flesh rang out. 

**CLUCK!** 

The bar moved so quickly some might've thought it was weightless. 

And the person carrying it—a weight even ten men would struggle to lift together— was a child, handling it as if it were nothing. 

"Yuh know, if mi didn't know yuh, mi woulda swear yuh quirk is a strength type," Ethan said, scratching the back of his head, envy creeping into his voice. 

"What is yuh quirk anyway? Yuh got birds, claws, creation, an'… mi can't even remember." 

Ken laughed and set the barbell down. 

"I don't know," he said, a faint smile on his face. 

"Yuh, here we go again wid yuh secrets, den. Alright, if yuh can't tell mi what it is, at least gimme de name," Ethan pressed. 

"Well, I haven't thought about it yet," Ken admitted. 

"What yuh mean? Di entrance exam is in four days, an' yuh need a quirk name if yuh plan fi enter!" Ethan said, disbelief in his tone. 

"Didn't yuh submit yuh information yet?" His voice carried concern, wondering how the child of a pro hero could be so clueless. 

Ken sighed, silently hoping the registrations hadn't closed. 

Thankfully, as if sent by the gods, Mei walked in, back from school. 

"I'm back!" she announced, her voice ringing loud. She held up a registration letter for all to see. 

The large engraving of "UA Registration" on the front made Ken's face brighten with delight. 

He'd been worried he'd have to call Nagant if it didn't show up. 

"Thank you," Ken whispered, his lips moving wide enough for Mei to read them. 

She smiled back. 

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Ten minutes later, they sat at the kitchen counter. 

Ken had filled out everything on the form except for lady Nagant's signature and the name of his quirk. 

"Didn't they give you suggestions when you got it checked at the hospital?" Mei asked, her expression confused. 

She couldn't see what was so hard about naming a quirk. 

"I never went," Ken said, his gaze fixed on the blank space below. 

Neither Mei nor Ethan asked why. 

They assumed he didn't need to, given his mother was a pro hero. 

"So what yuh gonna call it, den?" Ethan asked. 

And as if he'd already given it enough thought, Ken whispered, 

"Kagune." 

His expression stayed indifferent, though the name stirred memories of his past. 

"What?" Ethan asked first. 

"Kagune," Ken repeated, louder this time so they could both hear. 

"Red child, wow," Mei said, realizing what it meant. 

"See, mon, mi won't judge yuh," Ethan spoke, his hesitant tone betraying a hint of disagreement. 

**SCRIBBLE!** 

Ken wrote it down. 

The red ink from the pen seemed to accept the word with delight. 

His eyes, the ink, and the word glowed faintly, as if in recognition of its deeper meaning. 

For the power he held could only grow through struggle—a power born of blood, sweat, and tears. 

Kagune. 

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Hope Ethan's accent was not that hard to read, won't say much, just need 120 power stones to upload another chapter tomorrow, sup to my PT cos I'll start updating there everyday from today