Memories settled like data packets downloading ,Public Menace No. 7: "Truth" – arrives tossing flyers and wrecking Mayhem to expose secrets, of hero society causing riots, Mass riots yet he's stop not by a hero a..
"Vigilante" Kenji mutters
"Nice" counters him with flash of speed and smile as white as snow , using his Trust-bond powers which was majorly deemed controversial by the HPSC which inevitably led to the suppression of Trust.*
Kenji Tetsu stared into the mirror... Memories settled
Old Kenji Tanaka a Sewers technician , a sushi enthusiast had died from a rock-induced oblivion.
New Kenji Tetsu
Quirk: oddball , Hero-obsessed, Bullied, A mother's worry, a father's quiet pride , And a UA application submitted yesterday.
A wave of cold, un-Kenji-like guilt washed over him. He'd stolen this body. Stolen this life. Stolen this worried mother and this quiet father.
The analytical part of his mind calculated survival probabilities. The newly awakened chaos in his soul whispered *Fix it. Protect it. Play with it.*
"Kenji? Breakfast!" His new mother's voice, warm but laced with habitual concern, drifted up the stairs.
"Coming!" His voice was higher, younger. An Adjustment would be required.
The Tetsu Household A Symphony of Minor Absurdity,
Downstairs, the fused world announced itself subtly
Mrs. Tetsu (Akari) Stirring miso soup. Her Quirk "Polite Animation." The ladle dipped itself respectfully into the pot, bowed to the bowl, and poured without spilling. "Good morning, Kenji! You look... vibrant?"
Mr. Tetsu (Hiroshi) Reading the paper. Headline "Mt. Lady Stops Bank Robbery! But gets into with a iron clad bunny vigilante who goes by the Alias Loli."
"Off brand Rabbit hero, she won't ever make it to the big leagues always stiring up trouble"Hiroshi grumbled
"Ohh that's so cute~" Mrs.Tetsu exclaimed hands placed on both sides of her cheeks barely hiding her blushed face
His Quirk: "Left Sock Teleportation."
Currently, his right foot was bare, the left socked in bright pink polka dots. A lone sock sat beside his coffee cup. "Morning, son. Sleep well? Socks staged another breakout."
Kenji sat, the guilt a lead weight in his borrowed stomach. These were good people. Worried their son had a little less tools in shed then most, And to top of he's not even they're Kenji anymore… an imposter.
The Only rational choice was made Protect them. Fulfill Young Kenji's dream. Have fun. Inefficient emotions like guilt are counterproductive. Unless it's required Channel them.* He shoveled rice into his mouth. "You know , 78% of sock disappearances occur during the spin cycle with, Likely cause being rebellion against static cling."
Hiroshi blinked. Akari paused, the animated ladle hovering. Young Kenji was quiet, earnest, and maybe even a little be weird , yet he always remain his son but having been prone to his usual muttering of hero stats. This calm minded chaos was... new maybe even welcomed.
"Right," Hiroshi said slowly. "The spin cycle insurrection. I'll brief the washing machine." He took a sip of coffee. The sock beside his cup *twitched*.
Kenji focused on the sock. It wasn't just twitching. Through his mismatched eyes, like a lens,
he saw the almost faint, shimmering *threads* of absurdity connecting it to Hiroshi's bare foot, the washing machine upstairs
And bizarrely, a pigeon outside the window. It was a tiny knot of chaotic potential. He *felt* it, like static on his skin. He could see, sense, and intuitively understand the underlying absurdity in objects and situations. It wasn't just sight; it was comprehension.
This sock wasn't lost; it was in an
existential crisis.
"Dad," Kenji said, pointing with his chopstick. "Your sock isn't lost. It's experiencing contempt of free will a dissonance. It believes it belongs on the foot of that pigeon."
Akari dropped the ladle (it yelped politely). Hiroshi choked on his coffee. The pigeon outside cooed smugly.
Before Kenji could analyze further, a surge of chaotic energy – born from his own amusement at the situation and the desire to fix this tiny absurdity – sparked in his chest.
**CHAOS ERUPTS**
**FWUMPH.**
A miniature, ornate velvet pillow, embroidered with a cartoon sock wearing a crown, materialized on the table beside Hiroshi's coffee cup. On the pillow sat a single, perfectly folded, crisp white sock.
Silence. Thick, bewildered silence. The animated ladle slowly hid behind the miso pot.
Hiroshi stared at the pillow, then his polka-dotted left foot, then the bare right one. "...Is that... *my* sock?"
"Negative," Kenji stated, fascinated. "That isn't a sock it's..THE SOCK. It solely exists to resolve sock-related existential crises. Place it on your right foot. Statistically, it should resolve the pigeon's claim."
Hiroshi, ever pragmatic in the face of household absurdity (a necessity with his Quirk), gingerly picked up the white sock. It felt... authoritative.
He pulled it onto his right foot. Instantly, the polka-dotted sock on his left foot dissolved into shimmering dust. The rogue sock by the coffee cup vanished. The pigeon outside flew away, looking mildly disappointed.
Akari gasped. "Kenji! Was that... was that a Quirk?"
Kenji met his new parents' stunned, hopeful eyes. The guilt flared again, tempered by the sheer fun of the chaos he'd just unleashed and the protective urge it ignited. He couldn't tell them the truth. But he could protect them. He could be their Kenji, just... upgraded. Chaos-compliant.
"… maybe," Kenji declared, a genuine, slightly manic grin spreading across his face – the first real expression this body had shown them that felt entirely *him*. "It appears to be an ability that destabilize localized reality and provides solutions generated via chaotic manifestation. Likely triggered by absurdity." He paused. "Also, that sock looked very dignified."
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I'm a new writer on WebNovel
Here to bring a twist on a heroic adventure and of course a little chaos
At the end of every chapter I'll give a list of used powers from any characters to keep you all informed
Quirk oddball:likely do to a lack neuron activity since birth show an over expenditure of other bodily function in daily active pronounced brain dead yet still show signs of life.., weird relative events occurred after quirk testing, Research is still be done on the true frame work of this quirk
Threat level:UKNOWN
Remember send,send!!! those stones!!!!
Because I'm not the same when I'm Hungry 😋 😀