Chapter 2: Fujiwara Ichika
Author: Geraint
(MC's POV)
It's been four years since I was abandoned by my parents. Now, I live in an orphanage.
A doctor came to our place to check everyone's Quirks. When it was my turn—
"Fujiwara Ichika, right? I'm sorry to say this, but you don't have a Quirk."
I wasn't shocked. I already knew the truth when I was born.
The doctor explained the usual stuff—how they check for Quirks based on the presence of an extra joint in the pinky toe, and all that scientific nonsense.
In this world, most of the population is gifted with special abilities known as Quirks. A Quirkless kid like me is automatically labeled an outcast—especially by the other kids.
But I came prepared.
I pulled out a tablespoon."But Doctor, I can do this."
I bent the spoon effortlessly with just my fingertip.
"Amazing… How'd you do that, kid? There must be some trick."
I handed him another spoon to check.
He tried to bend it."Ugh… this is tough."
I took it back and bent it easily."See? My Quirk is Spoon Bending."
The doctor looked conflicted.
"Uuuuuuh… Sorry, kid, but the test result says you're Quirkless. I can't change that."
"Tsk!"
I clicked my tongue in frustration.
After the check-up, I stepped outside the clinic.
"That doctor..."
I muttered, still irritated."I showed him I had a Quirk, but he ignored it. Just blindly followed his stupid theory."
The orphanage caretaker, a kind woman, looked concerned."What are you going to do now? The chances of being adopted are much lower without a Quirk."
"Don't worry. I'll be fine on my own. When I grow up, I'll donate tons of money to support this place."
"Thank you, Ichika… but you should think about your own future first."
She still looked worried.
The next day, I snuck out of the orphanage under a blanket. It was already sunset.
I glanced around before climbing over the wall.
"Okay... clear!"
I climbed a tree, jumped onto the wall, and checked both directions."Clear too."
I dropped to the ground, landing smoothly, and darted away to find a hiding spot.
I ducked behind a signboard."I guess no one saw me."
Escape: Success.
As I ran through the streets, I stopped when I saw a television playing in a storefront window.
"Huh?"
[CAPTAIN FALCON: HERO OR BOUNTY HUNTER?]
The news anchor spoke:
Captain Falcon: Some say he's a hero who's saved many lives. Others claim he's a bounty hunter chasing high-value criminals. The Hero Public Safety Commission reports that he's unregistered and lacks the permit to operate as a professional hero, meaning he cannot legally use his Quirk in public situations, even in times of crisis.
Despite their efforts, his identity remains a mystery—even to those who've encountered him. The big question remains: Who is Captain Falcon? His fighting style is eerily similar to our No. 1 Hero, All Might. When will we learn the truth? Is he a true hero? We hope to find out soon.
"Tsk… Hero license? What a joke. Why would I need that just to save people?"
If someone's in danger right in front of you, it'll already be too late by the time the red tape clears.
Feeling annoyed, I turned into an alleyway. No one was around.
"Captain Falcon..." I whispered.
My body suddenly ignited in flames.
Poof!
I transformed into a towering man clad in a flight suit and armored gear.
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In this form, I gain superhuman strength, speed, and raw power.
I wrapped the blanket around me like a cloak to hide my identity and walked deeper into the alley.
Eventually, I arrived at a rundown bar.
I opened the door and stepped inside.
Several patrons looked up from their drinks.
"Isn't that…"
"Yeah, it's him. No doubt."
"Captain Falcon—the bounty hunter. He comes here for intel on high-value targets."
"I heard he's already caught a ton of them."
"People think he's a hero, but he's not. He only saves people by coincidence. He's after criminals."
"If he applied for a Hero License, he'd be a top Pro for sure. Why does he stick to bounty hunting?"
Because I'm actually a four-year-old child. I'm not even old enough to apply. Bounty hunting doesn't have an age restriction—it's the only option I've got.
I walked up to the bartender. He handed me the info I needed.
Target: Glass Assassin.A notorious contract killer. His Quirk is Glass Claw—he can generate razor-sharp glass around his body and use it as deadly weapons.
His next job: assassinate a girl from a wealthy family who's about to inherit everything. The client is likely a family member looking to eliminate competition.
After paying, I stepped out of the bar and leapt onto a rooftop, gazing up at the moon.
It was already night. I had to finish this quickly before the orphanage noticed I was gone.
Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, I moved unseen.
Eventually, I reached a tall tree overlooking a mansion. I saw a white car pulling into the gate. A young blonde woman stepped out, carrying her bag and locking the door.
From the bushes, a man crept closer—black clothes, black hat, mask, sunglasses.
What is this, Detective Conan?
Security was weak. The front gate guards looked half-asleep.
An old butler came to greet the woman.
The masked man snuck behind them. Sharp, glass-like claws formed from his fingers.
"Target spotted."
I grinned, leaping through the trees into the mansion's backyard.
The guards panicked as I vaulted over the gate.
Target: Karasawa Kuro.Bounty: 5 million yen.
"What the—?!"
The assassin froze in shock.
I threw off my cloak and launched a massive right hook.
Peeewww!
"Ugh!"
Crash!
He flew backward, tumbling across the lawn.
The woman and her butler stood there, stunned.
"Huh?!"
"Don't mind me."
I hoisted the unconscious assassin over my shoulder, picked up my blanket, and vanished into the night.
Back at the bar, I dropped the bound criminal on the floor.
"Tied up tight. No escape."
The barkeeper checked him over."There's no doubt. That's Karasawa Kuro, the Glass Assassin. Quirk: Glass Claw. Bounty: Five million. Took down eight heroes, killed five officials, and assassinated seven wealthy targets."
"As always, I leave the reward to you."
"Got it. I'll send the money in three days."
"Thanks."
He lit a cigarette as I left.
"Captain Falcon… still as mysterious as ever."
It's dangerous for a child to walk around at night, so I stayed in this form under my blanket cloak.
I had to get back fast or I'd be in trouble.
As I passed a convenience store, the doorbell chimed. Someone walked out.
"Hey!"
I ignored the voice.
"I said, wait!"
A strong hand grabbed my shoulder. I turned.
He was massive, muscular, with heroic features—square jaw, chiseled cheekbones, thick brows. His blonde hair swept back with two tufts sticking up like wings. Only his piercing blue eyes were visible through the shadow cast by his face.
All Might.What's he doing here?
"Yo! I didn't expect to run into you here, Captain Falcon. I've been looking for you."
I pulled back my hood.
"All Might—the No. 1 Hero. The Symbol of Peace."
"Hey! I just want to talk."
"I have nothing to say."
I turned to walk.
"Wait! I just—Captain Falcon! People already see you as a hero. Why not apply for a license and go pro?"
"Because I can't."
"Huh? What do you mean? You'd be welcomed with open arms. You've saved so many!"
"So… what, the Association sees me as a nuisance now? Unlike the pros, I don't work for fame or money. I help people expecting nothing in return. I'm not out during just the daylight—I protect people in the shadows, when no one else is watching."
"Heroism is supposed to be selfless. Just like you, once. Not a product to sell. One day, you'll see what I mean… and understand why this society is doomed to collapse."
I turned and walked away.
"No, Captain Falcon, wait! I just—"
But he had no response.
When I returned to the orphanage and turned back into my child form, I got an intense scolding from the caretaker.
(To be continued.)
A/N:Falcon Punch! I'll fix my mistakes later.
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