And just like that, the days moved ahead. Approximately a week has passed since the U.A. entrance exam had taken place.
Ryūjin spent this entire week with his mother—from walks in the park to trips to the zoo and then to the movies.
They did it all. They enjoyed their time together— Viverion knowing her son was going to be as busy as ever the moment that letter arrived on their doorsteps.
Currently, Ryūjin was out of the house running some errands for his mother. Surprisingly she had not even tagged along this time.
Ding!
A ring at the doorbell sounded. "Delivery!!!" Was what followed after. Viverion was sitting on the couch, her favorite soap opera airing at the moment when she heard it.
Her eyes widened as she bolted from her previous spot, in a hurry to receive what she knew had come.
Clink!
Creak!
The door swung open widely as she moved with terrifying precision. At the entrance, where the welcome mat stood—the surprised delivery man stared at the beaming woman in front of him.
"Is it from U.A.?! Huh??? Gimme!!!" She stretched over and took it immediately. The delivery man, surprised by her chaoticness, forced a stiff smile as he portrayed a somewhat stiff form of his former professionalism.
"R-Right.., just sign right here please.." He said slowly as he took out a small clipboard and pen.
Viverion scribbled fast as she turned immediately—bolting back inside to shoot a call to her son.
"Thank you for your coopera—"
Bang!
Clink!
The door slammed shut in the delivery man's face, cutting him off within moments of his words.
He sighed—a long and tired one.
He reached into his pocket, pulling out a fresh pack of cigarettes before taking out a singular one and lighting it as he did a full 180° on his heel. He walked back to his delivery truck—a long drag of his cigarette was taken.
"I don't get paid enough for this shit." Was all he said as he jumped back into his van, driving off with a tired expression.
A/N: Yeah, I really wrote that out. Why? Delivery dude needs this appreciation post frl.
Inside the house, Viverion paced excitedly. On the couch off to the side of her, was the package received. She dialed a number on her phone before placing it eagerly to her ears.
Brrr!
Brrr!
Brrr!
"Hello—mom?" Ryūjin's voice sounded from the other side. "What's up? Do you need something extra? I got the bread like you asked for." His words drawing a light stream of laughter from her.
"Ryūjin—It's here!" She shouted exuberantly, ignoring his previous words. Ryūjin's voice died down for a moment. It died for a bit too long actually.
Then—Katcha!
The call ended abruptly before a heavy stampede was heard moments after, rushing towards the house.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
"GIVE IT HERE!!!" A loud, almost thunderous voice beamed out as the front door was kicked open roughly.
Ryūjin appeared in all his supermarket glory, hands raised to the sky as dozens of heavy bags clinged to the pair.
Viverion rushed forth and kicked him sharply but he didn't even move. He simply grinned before awkwardly saying, "Right the door—Sorry mom..!"
She sighed slowly before her jubilant expression returned.
"Put the groceries down first before you destroy the house, idiot dragon." She said, though her tone was soft.
Ryūjin obeyed—mostly because he knew better than to test her when she had that look in her eyes. He stepped inside properly this time, gently nudging the broken door back into place with his foot as if he hadn't just kicked it off its hinges.
The grocery bags were placed down with surprising care as Viverion eyed a specific one that held a crate of eggs and her favorite bread—his eyes shifted.
They locked onto the package resting on the couch and silence fell over the room completely. The playful energy that was slowly disappearing had vanished entirely at that moment.
Ryūjin stepped forward slowly. Each step carried weight—not physical weight, but something heavier.
Expectation.
A week ago, he stood before a false city of examinees and shattered robots like paper. Though arguably he'd held back. He wanted to test himself, and so he did.
Now—Now comes the feedback of those tests.
Viverion observed her son carefully. In this moment he wasn't the son of an ancient legacy nor was he the muscle-headed demon that tore through robots. He was simply her son.
"Are you nervous?" She asked gently. Ryūjin did not reply as yet, his gaze lingering on the package that now lay in front of him. He wasn't nervous—no, this wasn't nervousness.
He just felt… a bit thrown off with realization? I guess it was more of a subtle reminder too. A reminder that this was his new reality. This wasn't a fever dream, or a fucked hallucination. This was genuinely real life.
"Nah, just trying to settle is all." he said. She arched an eyebrow but shook her head with a gentle smile. "Go on silly, open it!"
Hearing her urging words Ryūjin chuckled as he reached down and picked up the package. It felt light, too light for something that would change literally everything. Carefully, he tore it open.
Inside he saw the golden U.A. emblem stamped proudly atop a folder. Viverion's eyes shimmered, her mind flashing with memories of her own—once upon a time.
Though soon, the bubbling atmospheric build up of quiet excitement and expectancy crumpled under the oncoming nagging from a certain black haired woman.
"Open it! Open it! Open it—"
Ryūjin's veins bulged, his main protagonist moment coldly executed as the woman known as his mother shook his massive frame back and forth.
"Dang it woman! I'm trying to do that over here ya' know!" His words were rough, but his tone said otherwise. His hand pushed her face away—cheek contorting hilariously as her lips were pushed to the side.
"Hurry shup~" Viverion spoke but it only came out in odd syllables.
Ryūjin pulled out the letter. It stared at him as he stared back, unsure of what to do next. Until a certain, fair hand stretched out from behind him, gently clapping onto the letter.
Click!
It was then that a small, blue holographic message began to form. All Might suddenly bloomed in full radiant glory.
"I AM HERE—IN THE FORM OF A RECORDED MESSAGE!"
Viverion gasped dramatically whereas Ryūjin blinked once.
In the front, All Might continued beaming—that radiant smile that kept so many villains at bay was now at full display for them to see.
"Young Hanma Ryūjin and well I suppose Viverion-san is with you upon opening this letter! Greetings! Allow me to just say… your performance in the practical exam was simply remarkable!"
As his words fell, the hologram shifted as footage started to play. In each frame that came along, robots were decimated. Metal was bent unnaturally with every strike—shockwaves had visibly cracked pavements.
A massive mechanical unit was seen being torn through with a shoulder slam. Viverion slowly turned her head towards her son.
"You know—when you said you'd surprise me, I didn't think it to be to this extent."
Ryūjin cackled at those words, a proud and boastful smile anchoring at the corner of his lips. She rolled her eyes as her fingers pulled on his ears.
"Cheeky little brat…!"
The footage shifted, it showed him casually walking through debris—the aftermath of his destruction—walking towards waves of Two and Three pointers.
All Might returned on the side of the footage, he continued.
"Villain Points: 205."
Viverion froze as she heard the amount. Her mind was practically short circuited. Wasn't that higher than All Might's combined personal best?
Ryūjin raised a brow. 'Damn! I killed that many?! Holy shit was I auto-farming?!'
"Rescue Points: 108." All Might said with a follow up.
That made him pause. Genuinely. 'I don't recall saving that many people…'
The footage shifted to a moment he barely remembered. Examinees and mock civilians were successfully evacuated.
All moments had Ryūjin stepping in—not dramatically but rather heroically. His face carried that manic, battle hungry smile but his actions were pure and selfless.
Simply because it was necessary, had he cleared through debris effectively. That he shielded others from stray explosions he'd inadvertently caused.
One frame showed him carrying two injured examinees to safety another showed him decimating one Two-Pointer looming over a duo, unexpectedly saving them in the process of doing so.
Though a lot of his rescues like that one, were unintentionally earned.
All Might's smile softened.
"Your raw strength is extraordinary. However—what impressed us most was your instinct to protect. Even without you purposefully seeking out rescues—your decimation of all those robotics had inadvertently saved countless lives!"
Silence fell again.
Ryūjin's chest felt weird. This was… excitement?
"…You have been officially accepted into U.A. High, ranking amongst all others as the number one examinee of this year's entrance exam! Keep that fire burning, young Ryūjin!"
The screen froze on All Might's triumphant thumbs-up.
"Welcome to the Hero Course! PLUS ULTRA!!!"
The projection ended and the house was silent.
Then—
Viverion screamed. Like an excited teenage girl that finally got the dress she'd been waiting for.
She tackled him. Too damn hard at that. The couch literally snapped under their combined weight.
"YOU'RE GOING TO U.A.!!!"
Ryūjin let out a deep, raw laugh. One that wasn't restrained like it usually would have been. This one was boisterous.
He sat up slowly, his large hands lifting his mother off of him with practiced ease.
"Haha—yeah. I guess I am." His gaze shifted towards the window then. Towards the sky.
U.A. High—where the strongest were forged. Unlike his peers—there were layers to him. He was not just a hero candidate, but also a quite transmigrant.
A transmigrant with his own golden fingers—the two Traits he'd given his character before death. Yet—beyond that fact was his undeniable genetics.
A legacy that should have never existed here. One that was only further amplified by his perfected body. His perfected physiology—biology.
The air around him trembled for a moment. His eyes shifted—a demon-like source spawning within the atmosphere as the muscles on his back shifted slightly.
Away from him, Viverion noticed it. She always did actually. 'I guess some things are simply undeniable—one of those things being that man's blood…'
Though her words came off far more controlled than one would think.
"Oye—idiot dragon, don't you dare break the house. Look at my couch." She said sternly, her finger pointing towards the split center of the furniture.
"Pfft…Sorry.." Ryūjin said through a stifled laugh. She shook her head as she stared at his expression. The smile on her face only furthering beyond what she had shown previously.
But her eyes lingered on him. For she knew what her son truly was. And she was certain that this world was not ready for what was to come.
And neither did U.A. High.
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Later that night—
The house was strangely swallowed by quiet. Peaceful unlike most times where mother-son chaoticness would ensue.
Viverion had long since hit the sheets, falling to a slumber peacefully. Meanwhile, Ryūjin took to the outside—precisely the very same backyard that had started up as his training grounds.
High up above, the moon hung. It's light shining onto his figure, illuminating him in all its glory. He rolled his shoulders—his stance shifting as he got into the commonly known stance of his Iron Edict Style.
The air shifted then. The concrete beneath his feet spiderwebbed outward with quiet cracks as he blurred into action. Veins would surface faintly across his arms—bulging densely, compact and refined.
His back muscles tightened, his shirt tearing open in a dramatic burst. For a moment—a sharp second—The faint outline of something monstrous formed beneath his skin.
It wasn't visible at first—though the more his muscles shifted, the more the image was implied. A pressure was then released. Primal and chaotic. It was somewhat—ancient.
It was something older than Quirks itself—a legacy that predates the beginning of an entire Era. Hanma Ryūjin was beyond any known Hanma recorded, written and spoken about.
Ryūjin was biologically and physically engineered to perfection. Prime Frame has done what evolution takes millennia to accomplish. It had completely and utterly removed all weaknesses.
Literally, all of it. His lungs pulled in air at maximum efficiency, granting him far more output and power than any normal human being. His brain processed information faster than most Pro Heroes mid-combat.
His muscle output exceeded the normal human cap by such absurd margins that even he didn't know the upper ceiling.
He clenched his fist and the sound it made wasn't bone cracking. It was compression. Absolute compression of something so impossible to ignore it would be concerning not to consider.
Like steel grinding—twisting and imploding in on itself. Ryūjin exhaled. The cracks in the earth deepened slightly.
However, he found himself stopping immediately. Something he'd always prided himself over returned in that moment. Control.
To him, power without control was noise. And noise without the necessary amount of force behind it was simply nonsensical. Ryūjin turned, his eyes looking towards the distance—to where he knew U.A. was sitting beneath the veil of nightly darkness.
"I don't need anything extra." Ryūjin said.
"I was born like this." He finalized.
All he needed was his two Traits—his impossibly perfect genetic makeup and his seemingly unimaginable foundation in physical strength.
"If this is the standard of heroes…"
His gaze sharpened, his body flexing powerfully.
"…They're going to have to adapt."
The night wind moved around him carefully. It almost seemed as though it was respecting his presence.
Inside the house, Viverion stirred slightly in her sleep. Call it a mother's instinct. Because she knew.
Her son was not just strong, he was a variable. And she knew—she knew that the world was not ready for his limitless growth. She just hoped that her son was ready for the cruelty of it.
TO BE CONTINUED!!!
ANNOUNCEMENT!!!
OKAY! GOOD MORNING ALL GOOD LOWLIVES. Chapter 7 is here—Chapter 14 of One Piece: Absolute Annihilation coming in a bit.
Question—Would you guys like to have the Nomus altered beyond its previous self? Or would you like it to stick to Canon? Remember guys—majority of my stories are AUs due to the fact that I'm not simply avoiding my OC's impacts onto the plot.
Usually I tie my OC to the primary world of their beginning by adding depth and backstory a little hint for the upcoming story of his Hanma lineage existence within here. As for his scores—I did consider giving him more points but I wanted to keep it balanced because there is only so much I could drag with what he did 'offscreen' during frame swaps and such. But at least its still enough to declare to others that he was coming for that ass.
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Anyways I could be the kind of Author to do my own thing, but I always like getting opinions because together we're building a story we'll both genuinely enjoy!
Thanks guys!!! Happy reading and enjoy your days today!!! Pray as well❤️
Oh and also I'm trying a more captivating way of writing the sound effects by applying italic onto them, just to give it that novel flare fr😌.