Being a baby is very annoying. Hands and feet obey just terribly, coordination of movements leaves much to be desired. I can't even control my bladder! It's like I'm locked in this little flawed body! And even the fact that vision and hearing became more familiar during the first week, allowing me to adequately perceive the world around me, did not help. And the muscles of the whole body are so weak that I can't even lift my head, it's too heavy. The only positive thing about my position is breastfeeding.
No, don't think, I'm not a pervert, I guess. But, one has only to start sucking this beautiful breast and it is already impossible to stop. At such moments, I even forget how terrible my situation is.
Haha, are you so hungry? Mom laughed.
I did not yet understand what she was saying, although I could already distinguish the words. Not the meaning of the words, but their very existence. And, yes, I'm really starting to see this woman as my mother. In my current position, I am too vulnerable and simply unable to survive on my own. Therefore, I have to rely on it for almost everything. And when she takes me in her arms, I don't feel so bad anymore.
Further, without much surprise, I watched as the woman pulled her mobile phone to her with a movement of her hand to take a picture of me.
I continued to suck on my tit and closed my eyes.
Something like a game character window immediately appeared before me.
Izuku Midoriya
Level 1
Characteristics:
Strength: 2
Endurance: 2
Agility: 1
Charisma: 1
Intelligence: 1
Luck: 1
Talents:
Body Development Level 1
Fortress level 2
Regeneration 1 lvl.
Might 1 lvl.
Vitality Level 1
Heroism lvl 1
One has only to wish and, closing my eyes, I again see these statistics. There is no life scale or anything like that, but, physical characteristics are expressed in numbers, and one can observe one's own development. It's funny that the talent "Fortress" develops simply from the fact that I live. At first, it even hurt to breathe, but when the talent leveled up, I immediately felt somehow better. In any case, having such a feature in myself, I was not very surprised when I saw my mother use telekinesis. I wonder if there is any peculiarity in the father. Except I haven't seen him yet. It's not the first week since I've been in this world, and it begins to seem to me that there are only two in our family, me and my mother.
- Wow, you're pretty. - The girl squeaked tenderly, admiring the resulting photograph.
I didn't understand what exactly she was saying, but it seemed to be something like: "what a cutie."
In any case, years of hardest trials lie ahead of me.
At first, I did not think about developing my talents and raising the level. I was more concerned with ordinary skills. Walk, talk, don't wet the bed. I had to learn all these skills again. However, although I didn't do it on purpose, my talents began to develop little by little. While learning to walk, I often fell, from which the "Fortress" and "Vitality" developed. The healing of small bruises and abrasions pumped regeneration. And physical activity itself constantly influenced the "Development of the body." When I developed every talent even a little bit, my level suddenly went up. It's like in some games, where the level does not increase by killing an enemy or completing tasks, but by developing skills. When I leveled up, my stats automatically went up as well. Strength and endurance increased by two points at once,
- Well done Izuku!
I don't even know who is happier that I finally started walking on two legs like a human. Mom had such a happy expression on her face, against which my own joy at this achievement faded. And I have already begun to understand a little what she says to me. At least now she definitely praised me.
After a while I was already walking quite confidently, and my level rose again, after which it became even easier to move. Raising the stats increased my strength and improved my coordination. Around the same time, my mother took me to the doctor. She didn't look flustered, so it was probably just a routine checkup. At least everything was fine until the inspection.
- Hmm, that's weird. - Thoughtfully held out the doctor.
- What's happened? Inko Midoriya was worried.
Although I did not understand all the words, my mother's concern was also transmitted to me.
- You say he's two months old?
- Yes.
- Looks like he's two years old. Two-month-old babies can barely hold their head up. I guess this is his quirk.
- Is he growing that fast?
Gradually the mother's conversation with the doctor became calmer. And I also calmed down. Well, somehow I react too sensitively to changes in the mood of this woman. Well, it's probably natural, since she's my mother.
As time went.
I continued to grow and take control of my new body. One of my greatest accomplishments of this period I consider gaining control over my toilet needs. Excesses still happen, but overall my body is starting to get used to holding back and not messing up diapers right away. And since I can already walk, I start using the potty.
With great effort, monstrous effort, I regained human abilities, which adults consider completely natural.
- Whoa! - Demandingly, I said, pulling my mother by the edge of the skirt.
Even my communication skills were growing.
"Ohh, Izuku, do you want some milk?" The woman smiled softly as she took me in her arms.
In any case, I was not going to give up childhood joys yet. True, now I was already consciously reaching for the milk breast, surpassing the grasping reflex. I don't know if I did it as often if Inko Midoriya wasn't so pretty. I even feel something similar to sexual desire, only it is not focused below the waist, but on the desire to suck on the breast. Is this the case for all children? Or am I a hopeless pervert?
Later, I began to go outside, naturally, under supervision.
Then it turned out that a family with my peer lives in a neighboring house. A one-year-old baby who is unsteady on his feet and drools. By the way, his mother has nothing ...
I approached him and tried to say hello.
- Dya!
And almost got it in the eye.
- Katsuki. His mother scowled sternly.
The little boy cringed a bit under her gaze.
- And you have it lively, Mitsuki. My mom noticed.
In general, I did not like this guy from the very beginning.
By the way, by about this time I had already reached the fifth level and discovered an interesting feature of my gaming system. Under talents, a new item has appeared, designated as skills.
Skills:
(defense, surveillance, speed)
I was prompted to choose one "skill", although I do not understand why I had such an assortment. Luckily, I could learn the description of the skill, as I once did with talents. All three skills were good and useful in their own way, but I chose defense as it best matched my stats.
Defense
You are more effective in using your defenses. From martial arts defensive stances to protective gear.
Depends on the characteristics "strength, agility, endurance"
By the way, this is how I got to my "vocation", which turned out to be among the "talents".
Heroism
With heroic behavior, your indicators of strength, agility, endurance, charisma and luck increase!
This feature does not depend on the characteristics, it affects them. Now it remains to understand what exactly is meant by heroic behavior. However, I learned about it pretty quickly, although it happened quite by accident.
Obviously, I was very close to the sixth level. And when I tried on the new pajamas that my mother bought me, I got this level. It was unexpected, because at that moment I didn't seem to be doing anything special. Just stood in front of the mirror in those pajamas. Mom seems to have decided that this style should appeal to me. Pajamas were made in the form of a superhero costume. This is generally a funny feature of this world, but more on that later. And so, I wanted to take a pretentious pose, as if the moment demanded it and then ...
The talent for heroism increased, which was just the pinch needed to raise my own level.
At the same time, I began to feel warmth spreading through my body in waves. The increase in stats from "heroic behavior" was large enough that I immediately felt it. It didn't show up in the statistics, but I could feel the boost in my body.
This moment marked the beginning of my eccentricity.
"Izuku, what are you doing?" – Mom asked me with sincere interest.
- I'm plahazhu geoyskaya tenivka! - I answered confidently, continuing to do push-ups.
A wave of warmth swept through the body again, speaking of the activation of heroism. Pulling up immediately became easier.
- How amazing! I will support you! Inspired by Inko. – To become a real hero, you need to eat well.
Yes, while you are a child, then you become well done already for being able to eat without ruining everything around. It should be noted that I did not learn to be a good fellow right away. But now I can not only use the spoon on my own, but also get into her mouth! However, I learned this a few months ago. However, I completely agree with my mother. Good nutrition is good for character development. And not only the hero. Good food is healthy in and of itself.
One way or another, I was not so much relearning basic human skills as I was training, developing my talents. "Heroism" training could easily be disguised as child's play. And all other trainings were explained by my "passion" for the heroic theme. I remember in a past life, as a child, I was a fan of Spider-Man. So, for a child, I suppose it's normal. Especially at this time.
Speaking of heroes...
Now the vast majority of people have quirks - supernatural abilities. This was not the case in my past life, so I assume that I was born several generations after my death. Or is it another world. However, before the advent of quirks, this world was ordinary, but, after the appearance of supernatural powers, at some point, people began to appear imitating heroes from comics. This trend has swept the whole world, becoming so popular that imitating heroes has ceased to be a stupid posturing, becoming a real profession. Now there are official hero agencies, as well as special educational institutions where hero candidates are trained. So, it seems that I have already decided on my education in advance. Moreover, public use of their quirks is prohibited by law. And professional heroes have licenses allowing open use of abilities. Plus, it pays well.
Meanwhile, my neighbor Katsuki got to his feet. I mean, learned to walk, more or less.
Your son is growing up too fast.
- I know. Perhaps this is the influence of his quirk.
While our mothers talked, I played with the child. More precisely, I was training, but from the outside it seemed like we were playing.
- Magma flows in our veins, heating our hearts! Boundless merger! – I proclaimed, helping the guy to climb onto my back.
- Whoa! "Katsuki supported me.
Putting on the weights, I started pounding the tree in our backyard like it was a villain.
- My fist will pierce the sky!
- Bay! - Baby Bakugou shouts happily.
The guy, sitting on my neck, waved his arms, as if he also wanted to hit someone. Accidentally or not, but because of this, a couple of times it hit my head. But I'm not complaining, because for weak slaps I improved the fortress and survivability. Although the level did not grow from this, but I imagined a certain scale for the development of talent, which grew with each hit. By the way, I beat the tree in all seriousness, breaking my fists into the blood. It's good that mom didn't see this, and all the consequences of such self-harm were offset by amazing regeneration.
- They get along so well.
"Do you mind if we drop by more often?"
- Of course, come in!
Since the head of the family was at work, Mitsuko Bakugou often came to visit my mother. Or Inko went to visit her, taking me with her. Sometimes they walked Katsuki and me in the park, meeting other young mothers in our area who also walked their parasites.
Katsuki made new friends who almost looked into his mouth, catching every wise saying. Although, as for me, the boy simply overwhelmed the others with his confidence and aggression, which he had more and more every year.
- Kacchan! Can you read!? The neighborhood boys were dumbfounded.
- Ha! Easily! – Boastfully turned up his nose guy. "Izuku, do you know that yours can be read as Deku, which means "talentless"?
- You're so clever! - The chubby boy assented to him.
- Ha-ha! It's funny. I proclaimed. "But know, young Bakugou, it's not the name that defines us!" It is we ourselves, with our actions, who fill the names with meaning! The Almighty created his own name. So your name doesn't matter, what matters is that you can!
After speaking out, I raised my fist and received a heroic boost. By the way, "Almighty" is something like a superman in this world. The current face of the heroic profession and the official Symbol of Peace. Although, it is most popular in Japan and the USA.
- I can do everything! Katsuki expressed his inspiration.
- Then let's see who can do more. Whoever runs to the pond faster wins!
- Happy staying! – Immediately rushed to the Bakugou pond.
Defiantly warming up, I let the rest of the children start. And only when Katsuki had already run half way, I took the start myself. It was easier than I thought. Not only do I even outwardly look older than my peers, but also thanks to the game characteristics, my physical capabilities are significantly higher. Now my strength and endurance are at the level of an adult male or, in extreme cases, a teenager. So, I overtook three-year-old children easily. With my "quirk" it was just not fair.
- It's not fair! – immediately said Katsuki.
And, in principle, he is absolutely right. I think so too.
"Haha, nothing, young Bakugou, when you get older than me, you will get faster.
- I'm older! Katsuki was outraged.
- Oh, well, then you'll never catch up with me.
- Raah! Look!
Jumping to the pond, he grabbed a pebble from the ground and threw it into the water. The pebble bounced seven times in a row before plopping down and sinking to the bottom.
- Seven times! Can you do that, Deku?
Honestly, I can't. I have never been able to run the "frog" more than three times in a row. So I can't even imagine how this is even possible – seven rebounds. It's just beyond good and evil. However, I couldn't just admit defeat. Therefore, taking one of the pebbles, I also threw it into the water, trying to make this one so that it bounced at least a few times.
- Five times. I sighed. - Well, that's good too.
For me it was really good. Perhaps this is the influence of dexterity and luck.
- Ha! I am the best! Katsuki perked up.
- In running, I defeated you, so for now it's a draw, one-one. - I objected. "But since you want to win, let's see who jumps the farthest!"
- I!
Somehow the rest of the children were forgotten by the guy, he completely focused on the rivalry with me. The small parasites themselves did not want to get between us and did not even try to defeat us in some kind of another test.
By the way, in jumping, of course, I won.
I feel like a big, bearded man bragging about his strength to the kids in the sandbox.
This is probably why I myself did not rush to become the leader of the company, leaving the role of the ringleader Bakugou.
- And now we will play heroes! – uncompromisingly declared Katsuki.
- I'll be All Might! One of the guys said right away.
- No, I will be the Almighty. Kacchan objected. "You can be a Prospector.
- Then I'll be Bosatka.
- And I'm the Loader!
Some heroes have rather strange professional aliases.
"Izuku, you'll be the villain." Katsuki grinned triumphantly.
- Climbing to the top, the Hero looked at this rotten world, and his heart was filled with darkness. I gladly accepted the offered role. - World is not fair. Some are born strong, others weak, someone is rich from birth, and someone is forced to live in poverty. I will destroy this terrible world! I will break your naive illusions, heroes! My name is Villain! Attack, and I will plunge you into the abyss of despair! Waha-ha-ha-ha!
Hmm, I got a little carried away.
My body became lighter and my muscles filled with strength. Suddenly, pretending to be a cardboard villain, I entered heroic mode. So this might work as well? And yet, it seems that others can somehow feel it. Only Katsuki responded to my call, fearlessly rushing into battle. The other boys froze in indecision, afraid to attack me. The chubby licker generally took a step back.
- Get it! Detroit strike! Katsuki exclaimed as he landed a straight punch.
- What's this? I continued to play the part of the villain, pouring more arrogance into my tone.
Bakugou's fist was intercepted, and lightly squeezing his hand, I did not allow the guy to escape from my grip. However, he was not going to retreat, immediately hitting me with his other hand. I didn't even block his punch, letting his little fist nuzzle my side.
"All Might, it looks like you are weak. - I stretched out. "Your punches have become as weak as those of a three-year-old child. It's time for you to retire, loser, leave the cause of heroes to the younger generation.
- Oh you! Katsuki was outraged. - Yes, I love you!
He tried to pull his hand out of my grip, but he couldn't. And, instead, he grabbed my shoulder with his free hand and, jumping up, hit me with his knee in the stomach. Here's the little bastard. It's only for me that his blows are like mosquito bites. Other children do not have such protection. Nevertheless, let his parents worry about this, I am not going to educate him.
"Hahaha, All Might, you must understand that heroes only win in stupid TV stories. This is possible only in a just world. But our world is too old and cruel for such nonsense, justice is just an illusion. Accept reality and surrender!
- Shut up Deku! I will defeat you! Katsuki exclaimed.
- Hey! - I'm already angry. - We have agreed! I'm not Deku, I'm Villainous! No, that's all, I don't play like that.
My heroic aura dissipated, and the other children breathed a sigh of relief. Game over, but it was surprisingly fun. I did not expect that I would be so carried away by children's games ...
Later, our mothers placed us in the same kindergarten.
By that time, I had already reached the tenth level and I had a second skill, with which I chose speed. I myself looked about six years old, although I was not yet four. My physical capabilities have already gone beyond human limits. Unless, in a fit of hysterical strength, an adult trained man could compare with me. So, competitions with children became completely uninteresting to me. I started making my workouts harder. So far, however, quantitatively, not qualitatively. Instead of fifty push-ups - one hundred, then two hundred, three hundred. I could do a thousand push-ups, but it was already too boring. Yes, and I'm not so in a hurry with development.
In general, if it were not for this game system, I would never have devoted so much of my time to physical exercises. But, seeing the visual result of such training in numbers and feeling it for myself, I felt a strong motivation.
And yet, I myself did not notice how seriously I was carried away by all this heroic theme. Not because my talent demanded it, but because of interest.
I don't even remember when I started watching TV shows about the work of professional heroes. I climbed into the Internet through my mother's computer and searched for articles about personalities of interest to me. Also, although I am still far from puberty, I have already become a devoted fan of Wild Cats. This is a newly formed team of pro-heroes. Four twenty-year-old heroes - Mandalay, Pixiebob, Regdoll and Tiger. Their costumes correspond to the hero's nicknames. Fur boots, gloves in the form of cat paws, as well as tails attached to belts. Moreover, the tails are very mobile. And if the Tiger is a powerful peasant man, then the other three are attractive young girls. If my mother would let me have a cat, then I would take one of them. Although, I did not ask, ordinary cats do not interest me. In a past life, I kept a cat at home, so I know how stinking and harmful this creature is. Shits and burps necessarily on the carpet or on the bed.
But, back to my life.
In kindergarten, I fell in love with morning physical education and walking time, when I could work out in the yard. At other times, I preferred to take part in active games. Although, the various tasks that the teachers gave us also helped me. Drawing, origami, as well as other similar activities helped me no longer in the development of game statistics, but in honing ordinary motor skills. Although, due to the high agility score, my coordination was already good.
When we were four years old, baby Bakugou had a quirk.
- Wow! Cool!
- What a bright quirk!
Children and even teachers were delighted.
Katsuki stood with his palms raised and admired the small fireworks in his hands. His quirk is that the sweat from his palms is quite explosive. And if now it looks like an explosion of a small firecracker, then I suspect that in ten years it will be able to imitate grenade explosions. Still, the quirk factor is a feature of the body. And the quirk of a child is just as different from the quirk of an adult as are physical parameters. I don't know if my quirk falls within this rule. Although, over time, I also become stronger, right?
- Ha-ha! Deco! My quirk is better than yours!
Well, that was to be expected.
- Never. - I answered, poking my finger in my ear.
And got punched in the nose.
At the same time, a small explosion popped inside Bakugou's fist, which slightly increased the impact. But still…
- And it's all?
- Jerk! - The guy got angry.
Hmm, he has already begun to swear. However, unable to hit me now, he backed off, still grumbling under his breath.
Katsuki, after awakening his quirk, began to compete with me less and less, switching to asserting his leadership in the group of boys. And his character, previously not shining with tolerance, became truly explosive. His communication with me was now limited to only vicious curses and grumblings.
Once I caught him hooliganism.
- Yes, you're just weak! Jonah! Katsuki proclaimed as he knocked the boy to the ground with a savory blow to the face.
And, although leveling heroism required me to intervene, I wanted to observe the development of the situation. Katsuki is rude and cruel, but he always dreamed of becoming a hero, not a villain.
- Sorry. The fallen child whimpered.
- Give me back my card! - Shouted a plump boy with small devilish wings.
Bakugou slammed his fist into his open palm threateningly, creating a small colorful explosion with thick black smoke.
- Here! - The beaten child took out a card with the image of a hero from his pocket.
I even recognized this character. It was Pixiebob! Blonde beauty with green eyes. Which means the chubby guy is definitely a good guy. And Katsuki done well, just restored justice. In general, I will not interfere in these disassemblies"