It had been a week since I died, got isekai'd, and landed in this new world. What had I accomplished in that time?
Well, I had familiarised myself with the world… sort of. Mostly, I gamed, explored the interesting categories on some sites, and admired my new looks in the mirror. Very important stuff. I was still traumatised by death. (No, I wasn't.)
Then it hit me. What I should really be doing is vigilantism. Being a vigilante and beating people up in the middle of the night seemed like the best way to have fun and test out my powers in all sorts of unique ways.
But to do that, I needed a disguise. And me being the lazy person I am, I didn't want to go through the trouble of making a full-on vigilante costume. That sounded like way too much work. So I figured shapeshifting my appearance would work best.
Buuut...
Turns out, even with powers as simple to use as mine, a little knowledge of biology—specifically DNA—goes a long way. How do I know? Well, my hair may or may not have detonated the first time I tried to change its colour. Whoops. Makes sense. Stuff that small is finicky at best.
That's why I spent the last few days cooped up in my room. Studying. A noble endeavour indeed. Totally not just an excuse to avoid dealing with the outside world. That's what a failure would do.
Anyway, now that I had shoved enough biology into my head, it was time to create my vigilante persona. Yippee. Wait… I forgot something. I'm terrible at character customisation.
I paced the room, going from one wall to the other over and over, trying to think of a good look and name. Not going great.
"Okay, first, hair should be… hmm." I ran my fingers through my shoulder-length white hair and willed it to grow. It almost doubled in length, cascading down my back until it reached my waist.
"Yep, looks good. Next colour… um, pink? No way. Green? Nope, too much like Deku. Red? Hell no. Purple? I like purple… how about a void-like colour? Void purple? Sounds good enough."
I pulled my hair around my body and focused. The hue shifted to deep black with faint, glowing purple edges, like the rim of a nebula. "Perfect."
I focused on the muscles and contours of my face, delicately adjusting them. Bit by bit, my features softened until I finally pulled back with a smile. "Boom. Kawaii."
I pulled out a mirror from my back pocket and studied my face. My hand reached up to feel the contours "My face looks sharp, but not so sharp that it looks like I killed someone in cold blood. Maybe I should soften it a bit?"
I focused on the muscles and contours, gently adjusting them. Bit by bit, my features softened. I pulled back, smiling. "Boom. Kawaii."
Now my face resembled that of a magical girl protagonist (the cute ones, not the horror ones) with blueish violet eyes. I am so good at this.
"Now I look like an average, cute anime protagonist." I posed in the mirror, flashing peace signs. "I am so proud of myself." Despite it being such a small thing.
"Alright," I said, dropping my arms and grabbing my phone. "With my new look done, I'm ready to go."
I unlocked my phone to check the time and frowned. "Actually, it's not late enough yet."
I dropped back into my chair, spinning toward my PC. "Might as well do some info gathering. Maybe check out some hero routes."
The monitor flicked on, and I was back on the PC again. And I wasn't getting off until midnight. Peak human material, I was.
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"Hey, Aizawa," a familiar voice called out.
The tired hero turned to see Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi walking toward him.
"What now?" Aizawa asked, his voice flat. His shift had just ended, and any time Tsukauchi showed up with a file, it usually meant more trouble - more paperwork, extra patrol shifts, maybe even another vigilante hunt. None of it sounded appealing.
Tsukauchi stopped in front of him, holding up a manila folder. "There's a new vigilante active in the Musutafu area."
Aizawa narrowed his eyes. "And?"
"For now, we don't know much," Tsukauchi said. "Female, probably around fifteen. Dark hair. Witnesses think her quirk might be earth manipulation, but that's unconfirmed. She's been involved in five separate incidents. stopped the criminals every time, no casualties, no injuries. The strange part? Each one was found unconscious at the bottom of a perfectly circular hole in the ground. all injured and battered, but none fatal."
Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose. "Great. Another one. Just what I needed." Most vigilantes this young were kids who didn't get into hero schools, out of their depth and one mistake away from getting killed.
Tsukauchi continued. "Witnesses say she stays with victims until help arrives, or at least until she hears sirens. Then she vanishes. She's quick, careful… but still, she is underage."
Aizawa's tone softened slightly. "At least she's not reckless enough to leave someone hurt and alone. Does she have an alias yet?"
"No. No one she's helped or stopped has mentioned one."
"Figures," Aizawa muttered, taking the file from him. "I'll keep an eye out. But I've got a feeling this is going to be a headache."
"She's young," Tsukauchi said. "And talented, if the quirk usage reports are right."
Aizawa only grunted before turning away, unaware that this girl was going to become the single biggest thorn in his side. And by thorn, we mean annoyance.
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Stealing a trick from Toph, I decided to try sensing vibrations in the ground to expand my awareness. Yeah, I was stealing from a blind girl. (What a great moral start.)
At first, it was a sensory overload. Every little movement rippled through the ground — cars rumbling past, tree branches shifting, a stray cat waging an epic war against a brick wall. Impressive. Not useful. But it was cute.
It took practice to sort through the noise, but eventually I could tell the difference between background vibrations and something out of place. When I finally picked out a disturbance a few streets away, I smirked.
"There," I muttered, honing in on a disturbance a few streets away. Without wasting a second, I darted into a nearby alley, creating small pushes on my feet to emulate super strength. It was a thing I was learning.
When I emerged on the other side, I found a scene straight out of fiction, (wait a goddamn minute. It is fiction.)
A man was being robbed… at saw-point.
The robber had a jagged saw blade jutting from his wrist, holding it inches from the victim's face. It was equal parts threatening and ridiculous.
"Huh," I muttered. "Interesting quirk."
The victim shakily pulled out his wallet and handed it over. The robber glanced inside and promptly threw it back at him.
"I SAID EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT, NOT A WALLET WITH 100 YEN!" he barked.
The victim cowered, fishing through his pockets before pulling out an old flip phone.
"Yikes," I whispered, trying not to laugh. "Bro's poorer than the robber." I considered the need for popcorn when the man snatched the flip phone.
"IS THIS A FU-" He paused, glaring at the phone like it personally offended him. he sighed. "Forget it. Poor-ass guy." He started walking away with the phone anyway.
The victim looked crushed as the robber turned away with what was probably his most valuable possession.
I should help. Now that the fun is over, I stepped forward.
"Hey, nice saws you've got there," I called, gesturing to his wrist. "But do you really need to rob that guy?" I pointed to the victim, still on the ground, looking hopeless. Was that his entire life savings or something? i quickly glanced back.
"I get that you're probably poor too, but seriously? That's just rude." I shook my head in mock disappointment.
The robber spun around, saw-hand raised defensively. "Who the hell are you?"
I tilted my head, pretending to be confused. "A human. Wasn't that obvious? Or am I too pretty to be human?" I gave him a serious stare with a barely concealed grin.
He blinked, clearly caught off guard. "What kind of answer is that?"
"The correct one," I said with snark. "But enough about me. How's life treating you if you're robbing guys with flip phones? No milk at home? Did your mom leave? Got bullied? Look at your hands—or lack of hands. Or maybe you're just poor. Maybe your ju-"
"Shut up!" he yelled, stepping closer, saw ready to strike. "You're asking for it, you little-"
Before he finished, I waved my hand downward. The ground shifted, opening a perfect circular hole right where he was about to step. He teetered on the edge, arms flailing to keep balance, but caught himself just in time.
"Careful now," I wagged a finger like a disappointed teacher. "Wouldn't want to trip into one of these totally random holes in the ground that randomly pop up."
He glared. "You think you're funny?"
"Yes. I am hilarious. But not as hilarious as your face." I pulled out a mirror from behind me and showed it to him. "Behold. Exhibit A. The joke your mom made 3 decades ago."
He stormed around the hole with saw raised, anger coursing down his veins, so much so that he didn't see the second hole I opened right in his path. With a yell, he fell ten feet down.
I leaned over the edge, smirking. "See? I told you to be careful. These random holes are a real hazard. coincidently obstructing theivery and all."
His curses echoed up as I crouched lower, my masked face barely visible. "Now, if you don't mind…" I gestured toward the flip phone in his hand. It floated into mine effortlessly. "Thanks. Stay put and be a good little robber, okay?"
Ignoring the profanity, I reinforced the walls of the hole, making them sturdy and pointy enough to keep him stuck. Try and climb it, I dare you.
Then I turned to the victim, handing back his phone. "Here you go, kind sir. Thanks for waiting."
I pulled out a burner phone. Calling the cops with my real phone would be dumb. Vigilante life has boundaries, after all. "I'll call the police."
Satisfied, I turned toward the nearest rooftop, crouching to jump.
"WAIT!" the man shouted, voice breaking.
I froze and turned back.
"Yes?"
"Who… who are you?"
He asked. I smiled. "Oh, don't you remember? I'm human, obviously." I chuckled at his confused expression, then launched myself onto the roof.
Except I overdid it.
"OW! Fuck!" I yelped, landing awkwardly. Pain shot through my ankle. "Goddammit, that hurts!"
I muttered before teleporting away, making sure he couldn't see me anymore. I landed on a quiet rooftop a couple of hundred meters away.
"Okay, guess I'm learning how to heal now." I massaged my ankle. "Should be easy enough."
I tried to heal it using space to mend things, forgetting completely that reversing time was a thing.
"Smart", she says. hah!
"huh? what was that? Was that a voice? Am I going crazy? Already?" I asked aloud. confused at the jab ,I had no context about
...did she just-?
"Yeah, no, that was a voice. I'm not crazy, that's good." I nodded with slight joy at not being crazy.
HOLY FUCK SHE CAN!
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A/N now this latter half is me just having fun, I hope you had fun, but if you didn't... well I don't care haha.
See ya!