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Nova stood at the edge of the massive, garbage-strewn landscape known as Dagobah Beach. The stench of rust, salt, and rot hung in the air, but he didn't seem to notice. His arms were crossed, his expression calm as he turned to look at the green-haired boy beside him.
"So," Nova asked, a small smirk tugging at his lips, "how did your mum react?"
Izuku Midoriya smiled, the memory still fresh in his mind. "She cried," he admitted, chuckling softly. "But they were tears of happiness. Although she was shocked at first, she was really happy to see me standing tall—strong, even."
Nova nodded thoughtfully. "Hmm, that's good. This new power of yours—or rather, your new quirk—is incredibly strong. We'll say it manifested late due to unusual genetic latency or emotional stress. That explanation should hold up well enough for others."
Izuku nodded, though his smile dimmed slightly. Lying wasn't something he liked, but the truth was far too strange to ever be accepted. After all, how could he possibly explain that he made a deal with someone from another world—an actual interdimensional traveler—whose ability was to grant wishes? It sounded like something out of a comic book. An absurdly overpowered ability... and yet, here he stood, its living proof.
Shaking off the thoughts, Izuku turned to the mountain of trash and debris before him. "So... my goal is to clean all of this?"
Nova gave him a sharp look and, without a word, activated a skill he rarely used anymore—Eye of Appraisal.
[NAME- IZUKU MIDORIYA
AGE- 18
SPECIAL ABILITY- ASHEN DRAGON TRANSFORMATION
COMBAT STRENGTH-
→ BASE STRENGTH- ENHACED HUMAN (A45)
→ HYBRID FORM- 3RD RANK HERO(B85)]
Nova exhaled slowly as the data appeared in his vision, then turned to Izuku with a serious expression.
"Yes. You're going to clean this entire beach by yourself. And before you protest, understand that this isn't just about removing trash—it serves two critical purposes."
He held up two fingers. "First, it'll help you develop a sense of responsibility and discipline. Power without control is dangerous. And second, it'll train your body. The Ashen Dragon Transformation passively enhances your physical condition, even in your base form. You're now far stronger, faster, and more resilient than any average human, but strength alone isn't enough. Without proper control, you'll break more than you save. That's why you need to build up both your muscle memory and your instincts gradually."
Izuku looked back at the vast field of waste and swallowed hard. "I see… So, this is both training and a test."
"Exactly," Nova said. "And when you finally finish cleaning this place, not only will you be in full control of your new strength, but you'll also have the foundations of a hero—earned through sweat, effort, and patience."
Izuku clenched his fists, his eyes burning with determination. "Then I'll do it. I won't waste the chance you gave me."
Nova nodded and took out a set of pages," This set of pages are your training schedule and diet schedule. Strictly follow, don't alter anything in it, you won't like the consequences of it."
Izuku hurriedly nodded under Nova's intense stare.
Nova smiled and streched his body," Well you work out, I have some work to do today. See ya!"
Izuku waved his hand as he saw Nova turn the corner, he carefully put the pages in his and looked at the dumyard beach. This will be the first step towards becoming a hero.
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Meanwhile, Nova sat on his seat on the train. My Hero Academia, the world of Quirks, heroes and villains. This world is a treasure trove of special abilities like Marvel world. He can scan abilities and unlock aliens with corresponding abilities.
He really wanted to go around and randomly scan people's DNA but unfortunately he cannot do it. Due to the annoying restriction and core of his system– Equal Exchange. Meaning he need to give something of equal value to take something.
Altough it's troublesome, but he have thought of a loophole in it. But that have to wait, now he is going to rescue a little girl.
Nova leaned back into his seat, casually stretching one arm over the backrest as the train rumbled forward. His eyes drifted to the girl sitting beside him—a striking figure in a black T-shirt, a plaid mini skirt layered over fishnet stockings, and worn boots with attitude to spare.
Her earphone jacks swayed slightly as the train rocked, the ends plugged into her phone, and a soft bassline buzzed faintly from her earbuds. Her violet hair was tucked behind one ear, revealing a row of studs along the cartilage. Punk-rock and unapologetic.
He didn't face her directly. Instead, he leaned his head back against the seat and let the words flow out in a low murmur—just above a whisper, just enough for her to catch.
"This girl... is totally my type."
He knew exactly what he was doing.
A beat passed. Then, another.
And then, without even looking at him, she spoke, her tone dry. "You do realize I heard that, right?"
Nova turned his head, flashing her a crooked grin. "I was counting on it."
She glanced sideways at him now, mildly intrigued, eyebrow raised. "Let me guess. You think that was slick?"
"No," he said, eyes scanning her face. "I know it was."
Jiro scoffed, but she didn't look away. "Wow. Cocky and shameless. A real winning combo."
"I like to think confidence is more fun when you don't waste it on subtlety," Nova replied, shrugging one shoulder. "Besides… you don't really strike me as the type who'd fall for a guy who stumbles over his words."
"True," she said, lips quirking into the faintest smirk. "But I'm also not the type who lets strangers flirt with me for free."
"Oh?" Nova leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "What's the price, then?"
Jiro leaned back, tilting her head just enough for her eyes to lock with his. The soft thrum of music still pulsed from her earbuds, but her focus was entirely on him now. Her smirk widened, just a touch, as she tugged out one earphone jack and let it dangle like a weapon of choice.
"That depends," she said, voice low and cool. "Are you offering something actually worth my time, or just another pick-up line with a good jawline attached?"
Nova chuckled. He liked her. Sharp tongue, sharper stare—no wasted words, no wasted motion. "Well," he said smoothly, "I'm not offering lines. I'm offering… an experience."
"Oh god." Jiro groaned with theatrical exhaustion, rolling her eyes. "You one of those 'I'm not like other guys' types?"
"No," Nova replied, completely serious. "I'm worse."
That got a laugh out of her, short and amused despite herself. She turned toward him slightly, crossing one leg over the other, her heel tapping rhythmically against the train floor. "Okay, Mystery Man. Let's say I am curious. What exactly makes you worth the flirt tax?"
Nova leaned in, his tone dropping like a secret passed between conspirators. "Let's just say… I'm a man of rare talents. And I never half-ass anything. Conversations, fights, or—"
Jiro held up a hand, interrupting with a laugh. "Let me guess. 'Or pleasure,' right?"
He smiled wider. "You said it, not me."
Shaking her head with a bemused smile, she finally said, "Well, stranger, you managed to catch my interest."
She extended her hand, palm up, her fingers laced with understated callouses—a musician's touch. "Name's Kyoka Jiro. Music enthusiast. Punk-rock philosopher. Part-time vibe assassin."
Nova took her hand with deliberate care, his thumb grazing her knuckles as he lifted it. Jiro arched a brow but didn't pull back—if anything, she leaned in ever so slightly, curious.
He dipped his head, brushed a soft kiss across her knuckles, and replied with a smirk, "Nova Ashbourne. Traveler, trader… and a full-time genie."
Jiro pulled back her hand and raised her eyebrows," A genie, huh?" Her tone layered with amusement and disbelief. "That's definitely a new one. What, you granting three wishes for anyone who bats their eyelashes at you?"
Nova gave her a slow, confident nod, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Something like that. But be warned—some wishes come with a price."
Jiro tilted her head, studying him. Her fingers absently spun one of her earphone jacks, the metal glinting under the train lights. "Right. Equal exchange or some mysterious fine print, I'm guessing?"
He grinned. "Smart and sexy. You're already ahead of the curve."
She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth quirked up. "Alright then, Genie. Let's test your magic."
Her voice dropped just a little, a playful glint in her eye as she leaned in, mock-serious.
"I wish you'd stop undressing me with your eyes—unless you're gonna offer dinner first."
Nova chuckled, unabashed. "Oh, I was planning on dessert first, actually. Dinner's just foreplay."
Jiro blinked once, then twice—her smirk fighting a losing battle against the laugh bubbling up in her throat. She snorted, unable to help herself. "Wow. You really are shameless."
Nova grinned, entirely unapologetic. "Told you—I never half-ass anything."
She shook her head, amusement flickering in her eyes, but her voice was tinged with genuine intrigue now. "Alright, Nova. Let's see if your mouth is as good at planning as it is at flirting."
She slid her phone from her pocket and held it up expectantly. "Put your number in. I'll decide if I'm canceling ten minutes before, depending on your next line."
Nova took her phone with casual confidence, tapping his name in with a flourish before handing it back. "You'll be dressed and waiting by 6:59. Bet."
Jiro arched a brow, already saving the contact. "Confident and cocky. Noted. So what, you setting a time now too?"
"Of course," he said smoothly, already rising from his seat as the train neared its next stop. "Tonight. Seven. I'll pick you up."
"Pick me up?" she echoed, clearly amused. "What, like outside my house? That's either super romantic or a red flag."
Nova leaned close, his voice a quiet hum near her ear. "You'll find it's the former. I always show up where I'm wanted."
As the train hissed to a halt, he took a step toward the door, but not before tossing one last glance over his shoulder—smile wicked, eyes gleaming.
"See you tonight, Jiro. Wear something you don't mind ruining. Dinner might get… messy."
Then he was gone, disappearing into the crowd as the train doors slid open.
Jiro stared after him for a moment, then muttered under her breath, still fighting her grin. "What the hell did I just get myself into?"
She glanced down at the new contact in her phone—Nova Ashbourne—then smirked, her thumb hovering over the message button before slipping her phone away instead.
Tonight might actually be interesting.
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