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MHA: Quirkless Hero

In this world, Quirks run rampant and the unfortunate Quirkless people get left behind, tossed aside in exchange for fame and power, meant to claw and scrape for any hope of survival! One boy will fight against the world to prove that everyone can be a hero no matter the way you were born! The Quirkless Hero who grew up fighting for food, a real hero amongst a sea of fakes! He may not be the strongest hero, but he will inspire an entire generation! 18+ Gore, Blood, Violence, etc. You know the drill by now.

AgentMonke · Anime & Comics
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162 Chs

Work Study Target!

There were still a few days until the weekend.

Bullet roamed around the hallways before finding Mirio. He jumped at him and said "Mirio!" Mirio turned around and laughed "AHA? YOU! WHAT'S UP MY CUTE LITTLE JUNIOR?!" Bullet showed him the new arm, saying "Test arm, improve data, you fight!" Mirio blinked blanky and Mei's voice came from the arm!

[Bzzt~ INCREDIBLE IDEA! MIRIO-SENPAI, PLEASE FIGHT MY CUTE DOG WITH ALL YOUR STRENGTH! HIS NEW ARM NEEDS TESTING BEFORE HE SMASHES IT ON SOME VILLAINS AND DIES AHAHA! AH TRY NOT TO BREAK IT SO I CAN RECOVER MORE DATA! THANKS, WORM!]

Mirio gave Bullet a thumbs up, saying "AHAHA! ALRIGHT!"

They left and went to a gym.

Bullet took his top clothes off. Mirio directly stripped and tossed his clothes to the side, spreading his arms and grinning, "Come on!" Bullet charged at him and they started fighting!

Loud bangs sounded from the gym as camera drones rolled by, catching a glimpse. "Bzzt! Mirio Togata and Bullet from Class-1A are fighting without authorization. Notifying Homeroom teachers. Bzzt~!"

Bullet and Mirio fought for a long time as Aizawa and another lady watched.

Izuku and All-Might came to watch eventually, as did the rest of Class-1A.

Eventually, Class-1B rolled around, Tetsutetsu and Eijiro clashed instantly. Fumikage and Shidai stood across from each other, posturing.

Both classes started fighting intensely as Aizawa and Vlad King's lips twitched.

This phenomenon continued for a few days until the weekend.

Bullet's MK III arm was busted and he wore the MK IV now. It looked around the same with new systems in it.

He stretched his arms as he stood outside the dorm with a backpack. He looked at the GPS as Mei's voice sounded, [Bzzt~! I'll guide you! CALL ME MISTRESS GPS NOW AHAHAH!]

Bullet waved his arm and swiped his mask gently. He hadn't heard Mask in a while. He was focused on other things and forgot about him.

At any rate, Bullet walked out of UA, going to find the person for his Work Study.

After fighting Mirio for the past few days, he felt his fighting instinct against strange Quirks was much sharper! He was very happy! Mirio was also thrilled, that stealth technique was no joke! Plus the arm really gave Mirio a hard time! For one the punches were harder and two… it could fire laser beams!

It was so awesome he forgot to phase one time and sent flying through the building!

However, he was relatively unharmed!

After all, Mirio was twice as strong as Bullet! Quite literally, Bullet found out that Mirio could lift 2 tons for 10 reps! How crazy was this?! Bullet was at 1 ton for 10 reps now!

Though this was a ridiculous way to gauge strength, Bullet was sure with his own logic. The human body would strengthen all around, so as Bullet worked out and lifted weights, simultaneously his skin would get stronger.

So for Bullet, 'lifting 2 tons' was much stronger than him! Plus Mirio was huge! Very muscular!

In short, Bullet's strength indicator was in how much someone could lift, but the real strength was everything that stemmed from that one point. It wasn't so simple, but it was very strange and incomprehensible.

Only Bullet could understand.

He walked around the streets, riding the train and staring at the GPS on his phone, listening to Mei's directions…

Finally, after a long time!

Bullet came to a building. He smiled and walked up, knocking on the door.

A pretty lady opened it and said in confusion "Huh? Bullet?" Bullet smiled kindly at Ragdoll, holding up a Work Studies paper, saying "Work Study under Ragdoll!"