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Chapter 23: The Trust Equation

"Hello? Still on this planet?"

Yu Takeyama's voice cut through the kitchen's silence. Izuku blinked, snapping out of a trance. He had been staring intently at his coffee cup for what felt like an eternity, but it had probably only been ten minutes. He looked up.

"Sorry," he muttered. "I was thinking."

"I noticed," she retorted, taking a sip from her own cup. "Looked like you were trying to bend the spoon with your mind. Any progress?"

Izuku didn't answer. The morning a...

Chapter 22: A Therapeutic Fantasy

"The couch," Izuku said, with a seriousness so out of place it was almost comical. His gaze was fixed on the splintered wood and torn upholstery. "It's definitely broken. And I think it was pine. A poor choice for a piece of furniture meant to bear weight."

Yu's voice was a high-pitched shriek, a mix of disbelief and a hysteria that was rising like the tide. She was on her knees in the middle of what used to be her living room, a naked giantess shrouded in the shadow of her own humilia...

Chapter 21: A Complicated Awakening

"No… Mrs. Tanaka, I swear… they had Quirks… the dogs flew away and disappeared over the horizon…"

Izuku's voice was a sleepy mumble, an echo of a recurring nightmare mixing with the comfort of a deep sleep. He felt an unusual warmth, a pleasant weight on his leg that kept him in a state of near perfect comfort. He shifted slightly, looking for an even more comfortable position, and his hand brushed against something soft and warm.

"Mmm, such a comfortable pillow…" he m...

Chapter 10: An Awkward Plan and Tight Suits

Normalcy was a luxury Izuku Midoriya could no longer afford. He tried, desperately, to act as if nothing had happened. He sat at his desk, took out his books, and pretended to listen to Present Mic's explanation of English grammar. But it was useless. His eyes, as if they had a will of their own, drifted every few seconds to the spiky, black ponytail of Momo Yaoyorozu, sitting two rows ahead.

Momo, for her part, had erected a fortress of indifference. Her back was perfectly straight, he...

Chapter 9: User Manual, Deluxe Edition

U.A. was a living organism, and its hallways were the arteries pumping students from one place to another. Izuku moved against the current, a feeling that was becoming more and more familiar.

"Shit, shit, shit," he muttered to himself, dodging a group of students from the support course. "How could I forget my physics book on the day we have physics? It's like forgetting your bullets on the day of a battle. Present Mic is going to disintegrate me with his sound waves."

His haste w...

Chapter 8: Experiments, Contact, and a Racing Heart

The bell marking the end of the school day was a starting pistol. As their classmates scattered, talking about video games and afternoon plans, Izuku and Ochako exchanged a knowing glance across the classroom. They met discreetly near the exit, trying to blend in with the tide of students.

"Alright, where are we going?" Izuku whispered. "We can't just start levitating things in the middle of the main courtyard."

"I have a place," Ochako said in a low voice, a spark of clandestine ...

Chapter 7: The Potentiator’s Test

U.A.'s Gamma Field was a vast, depressing open space that smelled of damp grass and broken dreams. Or, at least, that's how most of Class 1-A perceived it. Dressed in their gym uniforms, they felt exposed under the listless gaze of Shota Aizawa.

"Alright, listen up," Aizawa said, his voice carrying the energy of a wet rag. "Here at U.A., we don't bother with nonsense like opening ceremonies or freshman orientation. We have the freedom to run our classes however we see fit."

He pau...

Chapter 6: Hallways, Directions, and New Potential

The morning of Izuku's first day at U.A. smelled of burnt toast and imminent victory. Inko had tried to make a special breakfast and, in her enthusiasm, had forgotten to watch the toaster. Now, as Izuku tied the laces of his striking red sneakers, she handed him a small notebook and a pen with the solemn air of a soldier about to receive her battle orders.

"Your mission for today, should you choose to accept it," Izuku said, his tone like a playful drill sergeant's as he scribbled on th...

Chapter 5: Marbles, Meditation, and Midnight Conversations

The first week of the new training regimen was nothing like dragging tires across the beach. It was a battle fought in the silence of their living room, and the enemy was Inko Midoriya’s own mind—a far more stubborn adversary than any rusty refrigerator.

Izuku, having turned himself into a makeshift guru thanks to an afternoon of internet searching, tried to guide her with the seriousness of a Zen master.

“Okay, Mom, the ‘Zen Mind in 5 Minutes’ tutorial says to try ‘gu...

Chapter 16: The Hammer and the Herald

The polished concrete hallway stretched out, silent under the artificial light. The only sound was the rubber soles of six pairs of boots on the floor, a rhythmic and oppressive echo. Jack walked in the center of the diamond formation of federal marshals, his wrists bound by a device of titanium alloy and polymers that hummed softly, a constant reminder of his status.

The guard on his right, a young man with the fuzz of his first mustache still visible, kept swallowing hard. His name w...

Chapter 15: Ghosts of Steel

The rumble of applause and the flashes of cameras seemed to follow Yuls down the courthouse hallway, a dull noise that couldn't drown out Miller's voice in her head. She stopped a few feet from the exit, leaning against the cold wall.

Now, alone, the building's air conditioning gave her goosebumps. The folder's weight felt disproportionate. She looked at the label, its typewritten letters faded with time. "Industrial Incident. Metroville Steel Foundry. Victim: Murdoch, Alistair."
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Chapter 46: Cage of Reeds and Shadows

"Kurenai-sensei!"

Naruto's shout cut through the silence of the house. Kurenai, who was reviewing a map on the dining room table, straightened up abruptly, her hand instinctively moving to the kunai pouch on her thigh.

Naruto burst into the main room, his breathing ragged. His wide eyes searched for hers with a desperation that needed no words.

Kiba and Hinata, who were checking the outer perimeter, entered when they heard the shout, followed closely by Shino.

"Wha...

Chapter 45: Red Eyes, Pink Hair

Through the holes of the porcelain mask, his dark eyes glanced over the Uchiha as if he were a stone in the road. They fixed on the pink-haired girl standing a few steps behind.

The masked figure moved. A blink later, he reappeared. He was inches from Sakura's face, so close she could see her own terrified reflection in the mask's polished surface.

A wave of wounded pride washed over Sasuke. To be ignored. To be dismissed so completely was an insult. There was no time for strate...

Chapter 44: Mist and Demon

"Sasuke, get up. It's time."

Kakashi's voice, devoid of its usual lazy tone, cut through the thin veil of sleep. Sasuke opened his eyes in the gloom. There was no sunlight, only the bluish gray that precedes the dawn. For an instant, instinct took over, the need to react to a presence in his room, but he suppressed it with a stifled grunt. It was his sensei.

He sat up, and the cold wooden floor was a sharp shock against his skin. A weariness weighed on his bones, a deep exhausti...

Chapter 43: The Weight of Trust

"I still can't believe it."

Sakura's voice was barely a whisper in the quiet of the forest, so low it was almost lost in the sound of her footsteps on the dead leaves. She stopped for a second, raising her hands to look at them under the pale moonlight.

"Did I really do that?"

Naruto, who was walking a couple of steps ahead, turned around with a smile. Though his eyes showed exhaustion, he was almost completely overcome with euphoria.

"Of course you did, Sakura-cha...

Chapter 20: The Measure of Trust

The afternoon sun filtered through the large window of Yu's apartment, casting long shadows and tinting the room a melancholy orange. Hours had passed since they returned from Campo Beta. Hours in which silence had replaced Mirko's chaotic energy, leaving a quiet that was part relief and part a new, strange tension.

In the center of the elegant coffee table, where fashion magazines and the TV remote usually sat, a small fortress now stood. Izuku had built it with three hardcover novels...

Chapter 19: The Secret in the Pocket

Yu's voice was barely a thread of sound, a tiny, panic filled whisper struggling to escape from Izuku's jacket.

"Izuku… what do we do now?"

He stood completely frozen. His brain, which normally operated a mile a minute analyzing hero tactics, was now trying to process a series of logistical problems that no U.A. handbook could cover.

Problem number one: a professional hero, currently doll sized and completely naked, was taking refuge in his clothes.

Problem numbe...

Chapter 18: A Small Disaster

"Ready for a little science, squirt?" Mirko's voice echoed in the deserted plaza, charged with an energy that seemed to make the air vibrate. "I need a boost. A good one. I wanna see if I can break the sound barrier in a hundred-meter dash."

Yu Takeyama crossed her arms, her expression a perfect mix of disbelief and exhaustion. "Excuse me? Did you just ask a minor to give you a 'boost' like you're in some dark alley?"

"Oh, come on, Takeyama! Don't be so uptight," Mirko retorted,...

Chapter 99: Snake Hunt

Sasuke's roar of victory was deafening. But a second later, it was drowned out by a sound that had nothing to do with celebration.

A BOOM.

Dull, deep, and violent. Coming from the stadium's structure itself.

From the forest, nearly a kilometer away, the explosion was a surreal sight. A cloud of dust and debris erupted from the outer wall of the northern stands. A small, dark figure shot out from that cloud, hurled with immense force. It traced an arc before crashing with ...

Chapter 42: The Cherry Blossom's Bloom

"This might feel... weird," Naruto warned. "Like static electricity, or like sticking your hand in a cool stream. Or maybe like getting struck by lightning! I really don't know. Hinata said it tickled."

A faint, nervous smile formed on Sakura's lips. It was strangely comforting that Naruto would demystify a sacred ritual with such an incoherent and contradictory explanation.

Then she felt it: a surge of pure, raw energy shot up her spine, branching out through every nerve ending...

Author's Note

Tomorrow, I'm afraid I'll be inactive and won't be posting on any of the platforms where I publish because I have to travel. I have already written chapter 42 of Naruto’s Falna System: Goddess of Kunoichi Path, chapter 98 of Bestowing Falna on the Kunoichi, and chapter 18 of BNHA: Dog Walker to Goddess Spanker; however, I still need to review and translate them. Thank you for your understanding, love you all.

Chapter 17: One week later

"I can't believe this."

Yu Takeyama's voice, muffled by the rim of her coffee mug, cut through the Sunday morning silence. She was sunk into a corner of the sofa, with a pile of papers on the coffee table.

"I swear, being a pro hero is more about filling out reports on dented streetlights than actually being a hero."

Across the room, at the small kitchen table, Izuku looked up from his bowl of cereal. His brow was slightly furrowed, his spoon halfway to his mouth.

...

Chapter 4: The Mother’s Manual

Inko Midoriya, her hair pulled up in a high ponytail and dressed in athletic clothes that fit a new, firm body, moved through the kitchen with the efficiency of a five-star chef. She sliced strawberries with a quick, precise rhythm, tossed them into the blender, and measured out the protein powder without even looking.

Izuku, sitting at the small breakfast table, watched her over his own bowl of oatmeal.

“Mom, your arms look stronger than mine,” he commented without thinking.<...

Chapter 3: First Lessons in Zero Gravity

A week later, the air in the Midoriya apartment had changed. It no longer smelled of stillness, but of ginger tea and the faint sweat of effort. Inko Midoriya, wearing a tank top and leggings that looked fantastic on her, was in the middle of the living room, trying to hold her balance in a gravity-defying yoga pose.

“Izuku, are you sure this is ‘warrior pose’? I feel more like ‘confused flamingo about to fall over.’”

Izuku, sitting on the couch scrolling through his p...

Chapter 2: User Manual

The girl blinked, her large brown eyes fixed on him, the blush of embarrassment still coloring her cheeks. Izuku’s smile faltered slightly. Maybe I came on too strong. Maybe my comment was stupid.

"Oh, hi!" she said, her voice a bit shrill with surprise. "Thanks! Yeah, I almost wiped out. How embarrassing! Tripping before I even started!"

She scratched the back of her neck, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. The tension broke.

"No, no, not at all," Izuku hurried t...

Hero Trainer: Choke Me With Those Thighs!

Synopsis

My Hero's Journey didn't kick off with a dream of justice, but with a pair of thighs. Twenty-meter-tall ones, belonging to the hero Mt. Lady, no less.

Everyone knew me as Izuku Midoriya. The kid with a useless Quirk, 'Trainer'—only good for teaching poodles tricks. In a world of explosions and superhuman strength, I was a punchline. A Deku.

But punchlines don't get into U.A., and they certainly don't land internships with giant goddesses. To hi...

Chapter 7: The Heiress’s Gambit

The echo of the Emperor's order—"GET THAT WRETCH OUT OF MY SIGHT!"—still hung heavy in the air. The silence left by Wei Feng's chaotic expulsion was heavy, thick with humiliation, anger, and a palpable confusion. The banquet was in ruins; the atmosphere, poisoned.

Into that tense silence, Elder Lin Jian's voice rose. It was not a loud voice, but it was imbued with a layer of Qi that made it resonate, compelling every noble, every minister, and every servant to pay attention. It was ...

Chapter 6: The Art of Ruining a Party

“Looks like the head peacock wants to sing,” grumbled Fatty Meng from the balcony, peeking out from the edge of the heavy velvet curtains.

Wei Feng drained his cup and passed the silver invitation over. “Hold this for me. I don’t want to spill wine on it.” His smile was lazy, but his eyes were no longer on the gardens; they were fixed on the commotion unfolding inside. “A peacock’s song is always the same, my friend. It’s an invitation to either boredom or bloodshed. Eit...

Chapter 5: A Toast Between Hedonists

The banquet was at its peak, a noisy sea of silk and forced smiles. At the head table, Young Master Jin Tian was in the middle of a story, his voice ringing with heroic confidence.

"—and so, with the beast cornered in the ravine, knowing my men depended on me, I unsheathed my Golden Sword, Moonlight, and prepared for a single, decisive strike..."

Wei Feng took a sip of wine and nearly grimaced. Dishwater, he thought. From his corner, the sound of Jin Tian's boa...

Chapter 4: The Peacock in the Dragon’s Den

Wei Feng lounged in his chair, an island of indifference in a sea of courtly tension. He had arrived early, securing a side table with an impeccable view and, more importantly, easy access to the servants' trays. He already had in his possession a jug of wine he had managed to pilfer and a plate of candied nuts.

A gray-robed minister, with a face as sour as an unripe persimmon, approached. "Prince Feng? It's surprising to see you here so soon." "Free wine is a powerful motivator, Minist...