By the time day came I’d once again avoided the question. I made my way over to the weight rack Rumi had so kindly provided. Most of them were too light for me but some of them were simply designed for people with superstrength… they were still quite light but I’d made use of them to gain muscle (more) before adaptation said no.

I ran through a few exercises while carrying the entire rack- squats, lunges, bench presses (on the ground since the seat broke) and planks… planks were still a bitch despite being Doomsday by the way.

After that warm-up I grabbed a concrete traffic barrier (courtesy of Rumi again) and went for a short jog (20 kilometers).

A year later I did my workouts carrying a wrecking ball.

A year after that it was two wrecking balls.

5 years after that and I could juggle 6 of the damn things.

I kept upping my routine year after year, I knew that there were most certainly people who (if not permanently) could still kill me or even worse; imprison me to research or turn into a mindless puppet, I know original doomsday at least had been turned into a pet or puppet on more than one occasion.

3 people in particular scared the crap outta me- All for one (obviously), guy I forgot the name of that can control people who respond to him (all he has to do is tell me to destroy everything for the world to end) and… Ochako.

Being scared of Ochako may seem silly but… if she touches me and sends me to space then I’ve got an eternity of a fate worse than death waiting for me. Just the thought of floating in a vacuum for a million years… *shudder*.

*BAM* I was knocked out of my idle thoughts as one of the wrecking balls I’d been juggling hit me on the head and drove me right down into the earth. This was shortly followed by the other 5 heavily impacting the ground around me.

I wasn’t hurt but it was annoying nonetheless, I climbed out of my dirt bath (this feels familiar) and rubbed the remaining grime out of my eyes. I’d managed to remove most of the faceplate after years of effort… I still had a bony mouthguard on the bottom half but I was less concerned with that.

Seeing my fast emotional maturation rate Rumi had also agreed to spar with me starting last year, nothing major but she did show me how to effectively block and how to throw a proper punch. I’d been a little cocky at first but one quick match where she’d had me on the ground in under 2 seconds had solved it real quick

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She also really became family to me, I wouldn’t say she was a mother but more like my big sister, which was an interesting experience since I never had siblings and the only family in both this world and the last had kicked the bucket really early.

She’d also… had the talk with me, which was incredibly embarrassing for me and I could tell absolutely hilarious for her. I’d tried assuring her that I wouldn’t be bringing any girlfriends home anytime soon but she still insisted that if I got anyone pregnant she’d kick my ass- “Wrap it or lose it!” -*Shudder*.

Back to more family friendly topics… I’d also discussed enrolling in a hero school, she was fine until I started insisting on U.A, it seems she really wanted me to go to the same school as her. I stuck firm though and she (after promising an all out match after my graduation) relented… but told me bluntly that I was strong enough that it wouldn’t pose any challenge. “Am I?” I curiously asked her.

She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head- “Kid, you’re over 7 feet tall now, covered in muscle, strong enough to casually lift over 40 tons and I’m damn sure I can’t hurt you unless I’m trying to… You’re basically All Might lite, the school’ll be a breeze”

“What about rescue and disaster work?” I mean I was stacked on defense and offense but utility was thrown out the window.

“Being strong is all that matters! When you’re strong enough you won’t need any help! Besides, that’s all anyone cares about anyway.”

I’d still try to learn what they taught but I wouldn’t disregard her words… being strong huh? Don’t mind if I do.

In the last 2 years I’d been watching any and all news about all might… I was holding off enrollment until I saw the news of him fighting a sludge villain; then I’d have the timing down… I hope.

I’d gone behind Rumi’s back a bit to continue my enhancements, the first was toward ice and fire (guess who that's for), fire was easy since I both produced it and was already mildly resistant toward it as a result. So I just ended up vomiting some fire into my hands and concentrating as best I could to make my body as resistant as possible.

Ice was damn hard, we got a little snow every year but I was a mobile heater meaning it usually melted really damn quick… and wasn’t cold enough to harm me anyhow. I’d resorted to stealing some dry ice from a local school lab and repeating my fire resistance tactic.

Aside from that I also upped my resistance to sound slightly (firecrackers plus dreads = pain), I increased my resistance to both acid and its more basic counterpart bleach with every shower or bath, Korea had given me sufficient blast resistance and I worked with enough electronics to zap myself… in fact the zaps may have led to another power.

Energy absorption! The moment I figured out that touching live wires no longer hurt… but instead made me feel better? I wasn’t looking for it but this was just another major bonus! Absorbing electricity made me feel like I’d eaten a good meal… and the more I did it the more I could eat.

I’d done some testing and found that if I tried I could release the energy I’d taken but if left for too long my body would absorb it. It also synergised really well with whatever the hell I’d done with my stomach! I was right about becoming a reactor of sorts… though I couldn’t make use of much of it yet.

It was a power I’d have to be really careful of though since… I could absorb basically any energy, I’d instantly killed a tree when I absorbed its bioelectricity and I didn’t doubt I could do the same to a person. Still… I looked over at the lightning crackling around my hand. Worth it!

*Ping* I heard my tablet get a notification- it only notified me if a new article about mr. tall and Mighty surfaced. I picked it up thinking it was just another piece kissing his ass… and while I was right- [Symbol of peace All Might saves the day once again! Villains look upon him and despair!]- The attached picture was exactly what I was looking for.

All Might had a sludge-like baddie trapped in a bottle and was proudly displaying it for the camera. I smiled a villainous looking smile- “Showtime!”.