The story of a hero in my hero academia

Oh, look at this—this cheerful little kid turned out to be that edgy guy from the U.A. Sports Festival. You know, the one who fought Midoriya. The guy with the inferiority complex and that brainwashing quirk.

Well, that quirk must be really powerful—especially if your opponent doesn't know anything about it. It's almost unfair. One word and boom—you're his puppet.

"So, Shinso, do you have a quirk?" I asked him.

"No, I still don't have one," the kid replied cheerfully. "But I want something flashy and strong!"

I answered him with a knowing smirk. "Yes, yes, I'm sure you'll awaken a flashy quirk someday."

Hahaha… poor kid. Nature really is cruel. To think someone this cheerful could end up becoming such an edgy guy. Life can really twist people around.

"Okay Shinso, from today you'll be my minion. So, like any good subordinate, you need to start training. Now go and do 15 push-ups," I said—partly to motivate him, partly so I could focus on my own training in peace.

The purple-haired kid looked excited, eyes shining with energy, and immediately dropped to the ground to begin.

His spirit is admirable… almost too pure for this world.

I turned away and resumed my training.

Right now, I'm focusing on fire transformation and trying to channel my fire chakra.

So far, I've only managed to spew a tiny flicker of flame from my mouth—not even close to a proper Fireball Jutsu.

The heat builds in my chest when I concentrate, but then fizzles out. My control just isn't there yet.

Lightning chakra is even harder. Most of the time, I just end up electrocuting myself.

But I need to build resistance from a young age if I ever want to master it properly.

Each shock makes my body twitch, muscles tense, but I endure it. I have to.

In my opinion, lightning is the element with the most untapped potential—raw, fast, unpredictable. But also dangerous. One mistake, and I fry my own nerves.

Still, it's worth it.

Unfortunately, my chakra control is still pretty basic. But I'm working on it every day, every hour. Slowly but surely, I'm getting better. Even failure is progress.

"Shhh…" I sighed, sitting on the ground, drenched in sweat.

I've got too much to train, and too little time. But I won't stop.

In my previous life, I wasn't the brightest kid. But I was definitely the hardest-working person I knew.

People say hard work can betray you. I disagree.

I don't just work hard—I have something worse.

I have obsession.

And obsession... will never betray me.

Obsession wakes me up early and drags me to bed late. It burns inside my chest, stronger than fear, louder than pain. I'm not doing this because I want to—I'm doing this because I must.

Okay, time to step up my game.

I stood up, legs trembling, but I forced them to move and resumed my training.

1 hour later...

I'm too tired to even breathe. My arms feel like they're made of stone. I think Shinso is also too exhausted to move after everything I made him do.

Maybe… he's dead?

"Shinso, are you still alive?" I asked in a hopeful tone.

"Yes… barely," he replied, his voice barely audible.

"Don't worry, Shinso. Tomorrow you'll feel much better," I said with a smirk.

"Really?" he asked, looking up at me with innocent, tired eyes.

"Sure. Don't trust me?" I replied with a grin.

Poor boy... he really has no idea what's waiting for him. Tomorrow's pain will be even worse.

"Bye Shinso, I'm going home," I said and ran to my mom, legs wobbling with fatigue.

"Did you make a friend?" my mother asked with a hopeful smile.

"Yes… sort of," I replied, smiling back with a mischievous grin.

She looked really happy as we walked home together, unaware that her son today gained his first minion.