In a 300-square-meter training room, a teenager of about fourteen or fifteen years old was carrying a 30-pound weight on his back while doing push-ups, sweat pouring down his face.
“430!” The boy gritted his teeth and shouted, his face fierce with determination.
From the teenager’s slow movements and distorted expression, it was clear that he had reached his limit.
His arms felt as though they had been filled with lead.
But his strong willpower kept him going.
The teenager persevered until 498, and by then, both of his arms were completely numb.
With a “thud,” his entire body finally gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor.
“Damn it!”
“Only two more!”
The boy stared at his arms with extreme unwillingness.
After resting for about fifteen minutes, the teenager felt that the soreness in his muscles had already subsided by half.
“It seems my [Quirk] is pretty useful after all.” The boy named Kurosaki Ichigo smiled wryly.
Originally an otaku from the 21st century, he had awakened one day to find himself in [My Hero Academia], a strange world.
Like many people in this world, Kurosaki Ichigo also possessed his own [Quirk]—[Recovery].
His body recovered faster than others…
His injuries healed faster than others…
Other than that, Kurosaki Ichigo had not discovered anything else his [Quirk] could do.
This inevitably disappointed Ichigo, because no matter how hard he trained, he seemed to be only slightly stronger than an ordinary person.
Could he really not become a hero?
Was it really impossible for him to stand alongside his cousin, Momo Yaoyorozu, in this world?
Thinking of this, Kurosaki Ichigo gritted his teeth once again and began another round of [self-abuse] training.
Kurosaki Ichigo knew that only by constantly tearing his muscle fibers and allowing them to recover could he make them stronger.
Kurosaki placed a 60-pound weight on his back and began doing push-ups again.
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3!
Sweat trickled down Kurosaki Ichigo’s cheeks, and his expression was somewhat distorted, but his eyes were filled with determination and fanaticism.
He seemed to have completely forgotten the pain, immersing himself in this monotonous and masochistic training.
…..
Yaoyorozu Family.
A family of super-wealthy merchants whose residence was as luxurious as a palace.
Kurosaki Ichigo, the nephew of the Yaoyorozu family, had been adopted by them three years ago after his parents were killed.
Moreover, he had a cousin who was one day older than him—Momo Yaoyorozu.
Momo Yaoyorozu, who was in her third year of middle school, was already over 170 centimeters tall.
She was tall and well-proportioned, with a figure that rivaled that of an adult woman.
Because of her [Quirk], Momo had to expose more of her skin to the air.
However, at this moment, she was wearing a tightly buttoned trench coat.
There was no choice.
Her hateful little brother had forced her to wear it.
“What about Ichigo?” Momo arrived outside Kurosaki Ichigo’s room and knocked on the door more than a dozen times.
When no one answered, she could not help frowning and called one of the household servants.
“Miss, the young master is in the training room.” The servant’s voice came through the phone.
When Momo heard this, she quickly hung up and hurried toward the training room.
“That bastard must be torturing himself again.” Momo was worried.
In Momo’s eyes, her younger brother, Kurosaki Ichigo, was not exactly a super-handsome guy, but he was very attractive and extremely talented.
He could always create songs that could be considered classics, and he could also draw manga, write novels, and so on.
….
But the only problem was that her younger brother might not be able to become a hero.
His [Quirk] was simply too mediocre.
Aside from making him less susceptible to fatigue… it did not seem to have any other advantages.
Momo knew that her younger brother had been working hard for the past three years so that he could attend U.A.
High School with her.
But the results had been negligible.
Aside from having a physique roughly 1.5 times stronger than that of an ordinary person, there was nothing else….
…..
After arriving at the training room, Momo stared in surprise at the scene before her.
Kurosaki Ichigo was carrying a large piece of iron on his back, unconscious on the floor of the training room.
“Bastard!” Momo burst into tears.
A/N: Sorry guys, for the low word count.
I will try to increase it in the future