Chapter 1 – Beam of a New World
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The first thing he noticed wasn't the sky, but how light moved—too slow.
Even as sunlight washed across his skin, everything felt… lagged, like reality hadn't caught up to him yet.
He blinked.
Or rather—he let his eyelids move, because blinking happened at the speed of light now, and he had to consciously slow himself just to keep pace with the world.
"Damn," he muttered, voice vibrating like a distant solar flare. "So this is Kizaru-level speed."
He floated an inch off the pavement outside Musutafu General Middle School, golden particles trailing off his skin like lazy sun sparks. No one noticed—he'd refracted the light around himself. Invisible, intangible, faster than sight.
And yet… he was just a transfer student.
That was the role he'd chosen in this world.
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"Transfer Student from Nowhere"
"I said introduce yourself."
The teacher's voice was tight. The kids were whispering. He didn't blame them.
His face was too perfect—soft, almost feminine features, framed by loose gold-and-black hair that shimmered faintly even under fluorescent lights. His school uniform fit like it was tailored, and his half-lidded eyes seemed to smirk without effort.
He stepped forward casually, hands in his pockets, and spoke in a melodic tone.
"Name's Raito Amakusa. No quirk. I just move real fast."
Laughter erupted.
"Bro thinks he's Flash."
"No way he got in without a Quirk."
"He's pretty though, I'll give him that…"
But the teacher froze. She had looked directly at him—too directly.
> [Observation Haki: Passive field detected negative intent from 12 targets. Emotional spectrum: ridicule, doubt, envy.]
He smiled slightly and sat down. The sun shifted through the window, and in that moment, every metal object in the classroom buzzed faintly. A trickle of photons slipped down his cheek and vanished into his collar.
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| Transmigrator's Edge
He wasn't from this world. He'd died in his sleep back home—peaceful, painless. He remembered waking up here with the memories of a god: Admiral Borsalino. The Yellow Monkey.
Not cosplay. Not powers.
Blueprints.
He was light now—he simply understood it. Manipulated it. Became it.
And layered on top of that were Haki instincts, refined to the point of absurdity. Even now, he could feel the student behind him reaching to flick a paper ball at his neck.
He didn't move.
The paper froze midair, pinched between two golden fingers that hadn't existed a second ago.
"Try again when your aim's faster than light," he said without turning.
The class went dead quiet.
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| U.A. Entrance Exam
He didn't even try in the written test—aced it.
Combat practical? He waited until the bots swarmed in.
Then he blinked—and the city block melted in golden light.
His form scattered into refracted beams, bouncing through robot armor. Lasers snapped through circuits. Observation Haki told him when Uraraka tripped, and he caught her mid-fall—flickering into existence like a divine presence.
"Careful," he said, eyes like polished glass. "Gravity's fragile when you're floating."
Midnight and Present Mic stood stunned. Cementoss called it excessive. Nezu quietly marked him as a potential Top 3 risk.
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| Aftermath
No one could find his file. No known relatives. His medical exam showed zero human DNA anomalies, like he was made of something else entirely.
They admitted him anyway.
"I think he's like Aoyama—quirk tied to his body," Recovery Girl guessed.
"But it's refined," Nezu replied, sipping tea. "Too refined."
"And those eyes," Midnight murmured. "He sees through you."
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| Dorm Move-In Day
Yaoyorozu Momo was already irritated. Not with him, exactly—but with how… composed he was. Everyone else scrambled to unpack. He just stood there, folding clothes like a prince bored with the crown.
"You're not using your desk?"
Raito smiled lazily. "Don't need one. I study fast."
"Everything about you is fast," she muttered. "Even your arrogance."
She didn't expect him to hear.
He did.
"Would it help if I slowed down… for you?" he asked, golden gaze meeting hers with a flicker of something deeper—curious, amused, and slightly dangerous.
She blinked.
He was already gone, only a beam reflection dancing along the window.
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| Internal Log – System Fragment
Privately, he still had a system, though it was subtle. It didn't beep or talk. It displayed in his own mind—like a passive UI from his past life.
[Status: Raito Amakusa]
Light-State: Stable
Haki Reserves: 94%
Conqueror's Pressure: Locked (Auto-Restrained)
Observation Sphere: 65m radius
Skill Sync (Kizaru Template): 100%
Unique Trait: Soul-Anchor (Transmigrator Immunity)
Mission: Live freely. Break the mold. Change the system.
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| Ending Scene: First Conflict
Bakugo didn't like him.
That made sense.
Raito stood in the gym, hands behind his back, watching Bakugo spark his hands and snarl like a wolf cornered.
"Quirkless freak," Bakugo spat. "Bet you're just a battery. Flashlight head."
"You're not wrong," Raito murmured. Then he lifted his hand. One finger. A golden dot appeared.
The laser didn't fire.
But the heat shimmered. Dust rose. Bakugo's collar smoked.
"That," Raito said, "was restraint."
He vanished.
Bakugo spun, furious—Raito reappeared behind him, finger at his neck.
"This," he whispered, "is not."
Bakugo collapsed from pure pressure—Conqueror's Haki flash-activated just enough to knock him cold.
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End of Chapter 1: "Beam of a New World"