2: Heroic childhood

Heroic childhood

Being a baby is very unpleasant. Hands and feet obey just awful, coordination of movements leaves much to be desired. I can't even control my bladder! It's like I'm trapped in this little flawed body! And even the fact that my sight and hearing became more familiar during the first week, allowing me to adequately perceive the world around me, did not save me. And the muscles of my whole body are so weak that I can't even lift my head, it's too heavy. The only positive thing about my situation is breast-feeding.

No, don't think about it, I'm not a pervert, I guess. But once you start sucking on this beautiful breast, you can't stop. At such times, I even forget how terrible my situation is.

- Haha, are you that hungry? My mother laughed.

I didn't understand what she was saying yet, though I could already make out the words. Not the meaning of words, but their very existence. And, Yes, I'm really starting to see this woman as my mother. In my current situation, I'm too vulnerable to survive on my own. So I have to rely on it for almost everything. And when she picks me up, I don't feel so bad.

Then, 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 closed my eyes as I continued to suck on my mother's tit.

Something like a game character's window immediately appeared in front of me.

[Izuku Midoriya]

[Level 1]

[Characteristics: Power: 2]

[Endurance: 2]

[Dexterity: 1 Charisma: 1]

[Intelligence: 1]

[Luck: 1]

[Talents: body]

[Development level 1]

[Level 2 fortress]

[Regeneration level 1]

[Power 1 level.]

[Survivability level 1]

[Heroism level 1]

I have only to wish and close my eyes and see these statistics again. No scale of life or anything like that, but physical characteristics are expressed in numbers, and you can observe your own development. It's funny that the talent "Fortress" develops just from the fact that I live. At first, even breathing was painful, but when the talent rose in level, I immediately felt somehow easier. In any case, given that I have such a feature, I wasn't really surprised when I saw my mother use telekinesis. I wonder if there's something special about my father. Except I haven't seen him yet. It's not the first week I've been in this world and I'm starting to feel like there are only two of us in our family, me and my mom.

- Ugh, you're so pretty. - Sweetly squeaked the girl, admiring the resulting photo.

I didn't understand what she was saying, but it seemed to be something like, "what a cutie."

in any case, I have years of hardships ahead of me.

For the first time, I didn't think about developing my talents and raising my level. I was more concerned with ordinary skills. Walking, talking, not wetting the bed. I had to learn all these skills again. However, even though I didn't do it on purpose, my talents started to develop a little. While I was learning to walk, I often fell, which developed "Strength" and"Vitality". Healing small bruises and abrasions pumped regeneration. And physical activity itself constantly affected the "Development of the body". When I developed at least a little bit of each talent, my level suddenly rose. This is like in some games, where the level increases not for killing the enemy or completing tasks, but for developing skills. When you increase the level, my characteristics also automatically rose. Strength and stamina increased by two points at once, while the rest only increased by one.

- Izuku good!

I don't even know who is happier than I finally started walking on two legs like a human. My mother had such a happy expression on her face, against which my own joy at this achievement faded. And I was beginning to understand a little what she was saying to me. At least she was definitely praising me now.

After a while, I was walking quite confidently, and my level rose again, after which it became even easier to move. Raising my stats increased my strength and improved my coordination. Around the same time, my mother showed me to the doctor. She didn't look flustered, so it was probably just a routine checkup. At least everything was fine before the inspection.

- Hmm, that's weird. The doctor said thoughtfully.

- What is it? Inko Midoriya Asked Anxiously.

Although I didn't understand all the words, my mother's concern was transmitted to me.

- You say he's two months old?

- It looks like he's two years old. Two-month-old babies can barely hold their heads up. I guess it's just a quirk of his.

- He's growing up so fast?

Gradually the conversation of the mother with the doctor became more peaceful. And I also calmed down. NDA, 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 on.

I continued to grow and take control of my new body. One of my greatest achievements during this period was gaining control of my toilet needs. Excesses still happen, but in general, my body is starting to get used to holding back and not getting my diapers dirty right away. And since I can walk now, I start using the pot.

With a tremendous effort, a tremendous effort, I regained the human abilities that adults consider completely natural.

- Oooh! I demanded, tugging at the hem of my mother's skirt.

Even my communication skills were growing.

-Ohh, Izuku, would you like some milk? The woman smiled sweetly as she took me in her arms.

In any case, I wasn't going to give up the joys of childhood just yet. However, now I was consciously reaching for the breast, surpassing the grasping reflex. I don't know if I would have done it as often if Inko Midoriya hadn't been so beautiful. I even feel something similar to sexual desire, only it is focused not below the waist, but on the desire to suck the breast. Do all children have this? Or am I a hopeless pervert?

Later I started going out, naturally under supervision.

It was then that I discovered that a family of my own age lived in the next house. A one-year-old baby who is unsteady on his feet and drooling. By the way, his mother is fine…

I went up to him and tried to say Hello.

- Ah!

And I almost got in my eye.

- Katsuki. His mother frowned sternly.

The baby shrank pitifully under her gaze.

- He's a brisk one, Mitsuki. My mother said.

In General, I didn't like this guy from the very beginning.

By the way, around this time I had already reached the fifth level and discovered an interesting feature of my game system. Under talents, there is a new item labeled as skills.

Skills:

(defense, observation, speed)

I was asked to choose one "skill", although I don't understand why I had such an assortment. Fortunately, I was able to learn the skill description, as I once did with talents. All three skills were good and useful in their own way, but I chose defense because it best matched my characteristics.

Defense

You use your security tools more effectively. From defensive martial arts stands to protective equipment.

Depends on the characteristics of "strength, agility, endurance".

By the Way, so I got to my "vacation", which was among the"talents".

Heroism

With heroic behavior, your strength, agility, endurance, charisma, and luck indicators grow!

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 found out about it quite quickly, although it turned out to be completely accidental.

Obviously, I didn't have much time left until level six. And when I tried on the new pajamas my mom bought me, I got this level. It was unexpected because at that moment I didn't seem to be doing anything special. I just stood in front of the mirror in my pajamas. My mother seems to have decided that this style should appeal to me. The pajamas were made in the form of a superhero costume. This is generally a fun feature of this world, but more on that later. And so, I wanted to take a pathos pose, as if the moment, and then demanded it…

The talent of heroism increased, which was the pinch needed to raise my own level.

At the same time, I began to feel the warmth spreading through my body in waves. The increase in characteristics from "heroic behavior" was large enough that I would immediately feel it. The statistics didn't show it, but I could feel it in my body.

This moment marked the beginning of my oddity.

- Izuku, what are you doing? My mother asked me with genuine interest.

- I'm going through hero training! I answered confidently, continuing to do push-UPS.

A wave of warmth passed through my body again, speaking of the activation of heroism. Push-UPS immediately became easier.

- How nice! I'll support you! Inko Was Inspired. – To become a real hero, you need to eat well.

Yes, as long as you are a child, you become a good fellow for the fact that you were able to eat without getting dirty all around. It should be noted that I did not learn to be a good guy right away. But now I can not only use a spoon on my own but also get it in my mouth! However, I learned this a few months ago. However, I completely agreed with my mother. Good nutrition is useful for the development of the hero. And not just the hero. Good nutrition in itself is generally useful.

Anyway, I wasn't so much re-learning basic human skills as I was training to develop my talents. Training "heroism" could easily be disguised as children's games. And all other training sessions were explained by my "passion" for heroic subjects. I remember that in my previous life, as a child, I was a fan of spider-man. So, for a child, I guess this is normal. Especially at this time.

By the way, about heroes…

Now the vast majority of people have quirks – supernatural abilities. I didn't have this in my previous life, so I guess I was born several generations after my death. Or it's a different world. However, before the appearance of quirks, this world was normal, but after the appearance of supernatural forces, at some point people began to appear, imitating the characters from the comics. This trend has spread all over the world, becoming so popular that imitating heroes has ceased to be stupid posturing, becoming a real profession. Now there are official hero agencies, as well as special educational institutions that train candidates for heroes. So it looks like I've already decided on my education beforehand. Especially since it is forbidden by law to use your quirks in public. And professional heroes have licenses that allow them to openly use their abilities. Also, it pays well.

Meanwhile, my neighbor Katsuki got to his feet. I mean, I learned to walk, more or less.

- Your son is growing up too fast.

- I know. Perhaps this is the influence of his quirks.

While our mothers were talking, I was playing 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! Unlimited merging! I said, helping the boy onto my back.

- Oooh! Katsuki supported me.

I put on a weight belt and started pounding the tree in our backyard like it was a villain.

- My fist will pierce the heavens!

Baby Bakugou shouts happily.

The guy sitting on my neck was waving his arms as if he wanted to hit someone, too. Whether by accident or not, it hit my head a couple of times. But I do not complain, because for weak slaps I improved the strength and vitality. Although the level did not grow from this, I imagined a certain scale of talent development, which grew with each blow. By the way, I hit the tree in all seriousness, breaking my fists in blood. It was a good thing that my mother didn't see it, and all the consequences of such self-harm were compensated by an amazing regeneration.

- They get along so well.

- Do you mind if we stop by more often?

- Of course, come in!

Since then, while the head of the family was at work, Mitsuko Bakusou often came to visit my mother. Or Inko went to visit her, taking me with her. Sometimes they would take Katsuki and me for a walk in the Park, meeting other young moms in our neighborhood who were also walking their parasites.

Katsuki made new friends who almost looked into his mouth, catching every wise utterance. Although, as for me, the boy simply overwhelmed the others with his confidence and aggression, which he became more and more every year.

Kacchan! You can read!? The neighborhood boys were taken aback.

- Ha! Easy! - Boastfully lifted his nose guy. - Izuku, do you know that yours can be read as Deku, which means "incompetent"?

- You're so smart! The plump boy agreed.

- Ha, ha! Funny. "But know this, young Bakugou, it is not the name that defines us!" It is we who, by our actions, fill names with meaning! The All Might created his own name. So, your name doesn't matter, all that matters is that you can! after

Speaking out, I raised my fist and got a heroism boost. By the way, "All Might" is something like 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 anything!" Katsuki spoke with inspiration.

- Then let's see who can do more." Whoever gets to the pond faster wins!

- Have a nice stay! - Immediately rushed to the Bakugou pond.

Ostentatiously warming up, I let the other children start. It wasn't until Katsuki was halfway through that I took the lead. It was easier than I thought. Not only do I look older than my peers, but my physical abilities are significantly higher due to my gaming characteristics. Now my strength and endurance are at the level of an adult man or, in extreme cases, a teenager. So, I overtook three-year-olds easily. With my "quirk" it was just not fair.

- That's not fair! Katsuki immediately stated.

And, in principle, he is absolutely right. I think so too.

- Haha, nothing, young Bakugou, when you get older than me, you'll get faster.

- I'm older! Katsuki Was Indignant.

- Oh, well, you'll never catch up with me again.

- Raah! He

Ran to the pond, picked up a pebble from the ground, and threw it into the water. The pebble bounced seven times in a row before plopping to the bottom.

- Seven times! Can you do that, Deku?

Honestly, I can't. I've never been able to run the frog more than three times in a row. So I can't even imagine how this is possible at all – seven bounces. It's just beyond good and evil. However, I couldn't just admit defeat. So, taking one of the pebbles, I also threw it into the water, trying to make this one so that it would bounce at least a few times.

- Five times. I sighed. "Well, not bad either.

It was really good for me. Perhaps this is the influence of dexterity and luck.

- Ha! I'm the best! Katsuki Asked Proudly.

- I beat you in the race, so it's a one-on-one draw. – I objected. - But, if you want to win, let's check who jumps next!

- I!

Somehow the other children were forgotten by the guy, he was completely focused on competing with me. The small parasites themselves did not want to come between us and did not even try to overcome us in some next test.

By the way, in the jumps, of course, I won.

I feel like a big, bearded man showing off his strength to the kids in the sandbox.

That's probably why I didn't want to be the leader of the company, leaving the role Of Bakugan's ringleader.

- And now we are going to play the characters! Katsuki said uncompromisingly.

- I will be All Might! One of the guys said immediately.

- No, I will be the All Might, Kacchan said. – You can be a Prospector.

- Then I'll be a Fan.2

- And I'm a Loader!

Some characters have rather strange professional aliases.

- Izuku, you will be the villain." Katsuki grinned triumphantly.

- Having climbed to the top, the Hero looked at this rotten world, and his heart was filled with darkness. – I gladly accepted the role. "The world isn't fair. Some are born strong, others weak, some are rich from birth, and some are forced to live in poverty. I will destroy this terrible world! I will break your naive illusions, heroes! My name is villainous! Attack, and I will plunge you into the depths of despair! WHA-ha-ha-ha!

Hmmm, I got a little carried away.

My body felt lighter, and my muscles were filled with strength. Suddenly, while pretending to be a cardboard villain, I entered the heroic mode. So it can work anyway? And yet, it seems that others can somehow feel it. Only Katsuki responded to my call, charging fearlessly into battle. The other boys hesitated, afraid to attack me. The plump sycophant took a step back.

- Get it! Detroit strike! Katsuki exclaimed, throwing a straight punch.

- What's that? I continued to play the villain, adding more arrogance to my tone.

Bakugo fist was intercepted, and I didn't let the guy get out of my grip by squeezing His hand lightly. However, he wasn't going to back down, immediately hitting me with his other hand. I didn't even block his kick, letting his small fist sink into my side.

- The All Might, you seem to be weakened. – I reached out. – Your punches are as weak as a three-year-old's. It's time for you to retire, loser, leave the business of heroes to the younger generation.

- Oh, you! Katsuki Was Indignant.

He tried to pull his hand out of my grip, but couldn't. Instead, he grabbed my shoulder with his free hand and jumped up, knocking me in the gut with his knee. Here's a small fighter. It's only for me that his blows are like mosquito bites. Other children don't have this protection. However, let his parents worry about it, I'm not going to raise him.

- Ha-ha-ha,All Might, you must understand that heroes only win in silly stories on TV. This is only possible in a fair world. But our world is too old and cruel for such nonsense, justice is just an illusion. Accept reality and give up!

- Shut up Deku! I'll beat you! Katsuki Exclaimed.

- Hey, I said Indignantly. I'm not Deku, I'm villainous! No, that's it, I don't play like that.

My heroic aura dissipated, and the other children breathed a sigh of relief. The game is over, but it was surprisingly fun. I didn't expect to get so involved in children's games…

Later, our mothers put us in the same kindergarten.

By that time, I had already reached the tenth level and I opened the second skill, which I chose speed. I looked about six years old, even though I wasn't four yet. My physical abilities have already exceeded human limits. Unless, in a fit of hysterical strength, an adult-trained man could match me. So, competitions with children have become completely uninteresting to me. I began to complicate my training. So far, however, quantitatively, not qualitatively. Instead of fifty push – UPS, one hundred, then two hundred, three hundred. I could have done a thousand push-UPS, but it was too boring. And I wasn't in such a hurry to develop.

In General, if it wasn't 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 on myself, I felt very motivated.

And yet, I did not notice how seriously I got carried away with all this heroic theme. Not because my talent demanded it, but because of my interest.

I don't even remember when I started watching TV programs about the work of professional heroes. I went online through my mother's computer and searched for articles about people I was interested in. And even though I'm still a long way from puberty, I've already become a devoted fan of Wildcats. This is a newly formed team of Pro-heroes. Twenty-four of the hero – Mandalay, Pixiebob, Ragdoll, and a Tiger. Their costumes correspond to heroic 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 had let me have a cat, I would have taken one of them. Although, I didn't ask, ordinary cats don't interest me. In my previous life, I kept a cat at home, so I know how fetid and malicious this creature is. Shits and burps necessarily on the carpet or the bed.

But back to my life.

In kindergarten, I loved morning physical education classes 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, and other similar activities helped me not in the development of game statistics, but in honing ordinary motor skills. Although, due to my high dexterity score, my coordination was already good.

When we were four years old, little Bakugou developed a quirk.

- Wow! Cool!

- What a brilliant conceit!

The children and even the caregivers were delighted.

Katsuki stood with his palms up and admired the small fireworks display in his hands. Its quirk is that the sweat released by the palms is quite explosive. And if it looks like a small firecracker exploding now, I suspect that in a decade it will be able to simulate grenade explosions. Still, the quirk factor is a feature of the body. And the quirk of a child is as different from the quirk of an adult as the physical parameters. I don't know whether this rule is a little quirk of mine. I'm getting stronger as time goes on, though, right?

- Ha, ha! Deku! My quirk is cooler than yours!

Well, that was to be expected.

- Not once. I said, poking my ear.

And got punched in the nose.

At the same time, a small explosion popped inside Bakugo fist, which slightly increased the impact. But still...

- is that all?

- Idiot! The guy was angry.

Hmm, he's already started swearing. However, unable to hit me now, he retreated, still grumbling to himself.

Katsuki, on the other hand, became less and less competitive with me after the quirk awakened, switching to asserting his leadership in the boys ' group. And his character, which had not previously shone with tolerance, became truly explosive. His communication with me was now limited to angry curses and grumbles.

One day I caught him bullying.

- You're just a weakling! Loser! Katsuki declared, knocking the boy to the ground with a savory punch to the face.

And, although the heroism pumping required me to intervene, I wanted to observe the development of the situation. Katsuki is rude and cruel, but he always wanted to be a hero, not a villain.

- Sorry. The fallen child whimpered.

- Give me back my card! A plump boy with small devil wings shouted.

Bakugou menacingly slammed his fist into the open palm, creating a small colorful explosion with thick black smoke.

- Here! – Battered child took from his pocket a card with the image of the hero.

I even recognized this character. It was Pixibob! Beautiful blonde with green eyes. This means puffy is definitely a good guy. And Katsuki did well to restore justice. In General, I will not interfere in this showdown.

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