MHA : ODIN (JJK Template)

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[Chizuru Hari {Dark Claws}] {50: 100}

That's the template I gained after killing her, and the guards I killed before her death increased the level of construction to 100%. 

Now here I am, standing in an overly large room that some would deem made for the privileged. 

Although the walls are white, inside and out, hidden from the naked eyes of the observer is blood overflowing, like pools of crimson rain washing all white paint that speaks of its beauty. 

This darkness I have to carry to gain such wealth—when some are born and given, no sweat, no constant overwhelming pain, no sight of soul leaving body, just… plain… privilege.

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There I was, standing in the middle, the room's white walls surrounding me. 

It was beautiful, even if I had to kill to gain, even if I had to watch as blood left throats , as blood left eyes and nose of hosts. 

It didn't really bother me—it couldn't. In fact, it hasn't bothered me since I killed my first hundred. 

What difference am I from a ghoul, the very thing that took my soul, the very thing that took everything? 

They kill and eat; I kill and gain experience. Aren't we the same? 

Are we not the same species? 

The difference… Yes, no, I see no difference. 

I kill, I eat experience; I kill, I think nothing but the increase in levels. 

I must change—no, I can't. For if I do, I'll be succumbed to the chaos that will soon follow. 

Yes, I haven't forgotten—I haven't forgotten the strength I'd once seen on the black tainted screen, the strength I saw when I regarded this world as nothing but fiction: the strength of *All For One*, the incantation of a demon. 

Oh, how the weak shall cry; oh, how the strong shall perish. But I alone… I… I must get stronger… I must seek strength.

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Moving my body, I could hear loud noises through the open lines of my door—machinery screaming with a pending growing sound. 

A smile crept up the sides of my lips as I walked and opened it, moving and leaving the room filled with walls of hidden filth. 

As I went down the stairs, I couldn't help but admire what they had given me: a house most would consider a mansion. 

It was given as a permanent place of residence with the condition I'd have to stay with Lady Nagant once every few weeks. 

But even if, I didn't mind it. 

Although the corniness of the MHA universe is unavoidable, Lady Nagant seemed decently matured, which means my mind doesn't have to be overloaded with the proceeding overload of minus brain cells with each of her words. 

Well, not that I could do anything about it anyway.

As I walked down, I was met with the scene I'd seen at least more than a dozen times. 

It was Mei, who usually came to my house to work overtime since her parents wouldn't allow her. 

Just like her usual self, she was dead focused on one of her projects, which she'd usually deems her babies. 

I laughed when I saw her sight, but noticed that even if I made noises, she didn't seem disturbed or distracted. 

Walking closer, I could see her stale expression, which showed no signs of change—it was, in a sense, awkwardly serious. 

As I moved , her baby came into view.

"So… uh…" I started.

She turned her face instantly, looking at me with a warning gaze, as if stopping me from criticizing her invention—her babies. 

Seeing this, I smiled and laughed slightly, feeling a bit awkward holding away my pending breaths.

"What is it?" I finally asked after a good minute of pure eye contact, brushing the back of my head.

But as the voice of my question finally sunk into the depths of her brain, her mood instantly changed. 

She laughed loudly, holding her figure, embracing what seemed to be pure pride.

"It's my hero costume!"

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'Well, that was expected, wasn't it?'I thought, inwardly hitting my head in protest.

"Where is it?" I asked, obviously curious, looking at what she had the courage to call a costume, laying there in the dirty cold railing of a machine.

But just like always, she just blinked, trying to analyze what I said and the meaning of my words.

"Mei, this isn't a costume," I said as I looked at them, picking up the once-laid hydraulic bracers. 

"These are just gadgets," I continued , continually moving my hand, picking up each and every one of them—this includes her capture gun, electromagnetic soles, hover soles, and wire arrow. 

Looking at them, I couldn't help but frown at the misconception and misunderstandings of what a hero costume truly is. 

Instead of looking for durability, heroes tend to ask for things that'd better help them use their quirks, which for me sounded wildly misleading. 

For a first, think about a hero who has a speed quirk—they'd mostly think about looking for a costume that has support for their quirk in general, 

looking for shoes that decrease the strain on the feet and enhance their movement wildly. 

And the law says a hero is only allowed to have up to a maximum of five support mechanisms to better support themselves for battle. 

By the time that speed-quirk hero even thinks about getting something to enhance durability, their maximum allocation would've already been used up, 

decreasing their chance of surviving overwhelming blows. 

It's like asking him to fight criminals, and they come back saying he was killed with a knife. 

The first priority heroes should look at is defense—for it's better to have a bulletproof vest than a gun.

And now that same misconception was being made by Mei, who focused everything on making powerful gadgets but almost nothing on enhancing her defense. 

It's like a smart baby holding a gun—yes, they can shoot you with that gun and you'll probably die, but all it takes is for you to throw a stone at the baby, and you've won the battle. 

It's utterly stupid.

"Okay, look," I said, focusing my mind, bending my cursed energy and using my technique. 

Suddenly, liquid metal started forming like venom, moving up my stretched-out hand and making what seemed to be a completely dark gauntlet. 

It was thin in scale , but its skin had scales resembling what you'd usually only find in bugs. 

"This is armor." 

With my other hand, I created a short, sharp knife with my construction and swiftly launched an attack instantly, as if planning to cut off my very arm.

Mei, who at this point already knew about my abilities, panicked in response. 

I could see her usually wide-open eyes were opened differently—this time, they seemed to show a sense of worry as her hands almost jumped to grab the knife I was launching. 

I was too fast; the knife reached my blackened arm before she could reach it. And before her very wide-open eyes… nothing—no, something did happen. 

The once-shining, short, sharp knife completely shattered to pieces on impact, not even leaving a scratch on the newly formed bug-like armor. 

Mei's hands moved to her heart as I could clearly feel her breaths had grown heavy, her eyes holding a sense of pain but relief. 

When suddenly, I could clearly see it—her one left eye had what seemed to be a tear, but it didn't fall. 

And I knew what I had to do. This was the only way—the only way to make sure she understood the truth about her dreams. 

"Mei, a hero costume without defense is just a costume, nothing else, nothing more. 

It doesn't matter if you carry a gun; it doesn't matter if you carry weapons. 

In the face of true protection, only then can you be a true hero. Otherwise, you're just a good person saving people, waiting for her death. 

Even if you aren't going to fight a war, you have to understand what's important," I spoke. 

Her now-held-back tear finally fell, and then another, and those once-hidden became full sobs. 

I moved my body and gave her a hug to give her comfort—my now 5-foot-2tall figure made her face lay on my chest. 

I know my words were heavy, considering she was still a child, but it had to be said. 

For I don't care about the safety of others, I don't care about how they operate or choose to make a change, but her—she's someone I care about. 

And considering the things to come, I had to say those words. 

For who knows how much my strength will change, who knows how much it has already changed. 

To protect the people I care about, the people I see as my vulnerability, I have to make them invincible—to make them unaffected by my actions. 

And she will be the first, even if she grows to hate me…

Even if… she… I…

I couldn't finish my thoughts, but all I could do was fall into her embrace and wait—wait for the day, wait for the chaos, wait for…

…Armageddon.

…Judgment.

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🥴so , not much happened but at the same time a lot happened, and don't ask why Mei wasn't speaking the whole time , or shouting , coss don't forget Mei is young and it was all shock , and what made her cry is a combination of many things , this includes the rejection of her creation , although she always takes it well , it's different when it comes from someone u care about , I have always really hated how they make Mei oblivious to the surrounding like she is some type of robot that's always smiling and happy, I hope this develops her character to the way I want it and gives u a view of there relationship 🔥 u know what to do , PT

patreon.com/DUSK_IS_ME984 and I need 120 stones for an extra chapter 💀