BNHA: When Life Gives You Two Beautiful Eyes

CHAPTER 1

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Waking up in a school classroom was seriously weird. I mean, I somehow entered college just a year ago, for crying out loud.

So, imagine my surprise when I saw locks of white hair just above my vision. I moved my hands to touch it curiously when I realized something.

My hand just grazed something that's covering my eye.

But I'm still able to see shit.

Curiosity spiked as while the teacher was droning on and on in... Japanese? His thumb hooked onto the blindfold that he was wearing, and tugged.

Instantly, his vision went white, but his mind raced. Thousand worth of information entered and barged into his brain, slamming on the walls as he just experienced information overload.

It was as if I was staring at infinite itself.

"... -kun?"

"...jo-kun?"

"Gojo?!"

I saw it, a hand slowly moving to my head. I looked up to see the teacher from before moving her hand so slowly towards my head...no, above.

She reached out to something on my head. It was as if he was watching a 0.25x video in real time. It was so slow —

Ah, she grabbed the blindfold above my head.

Information was flowing so slowly, and even with my eyes watching the teacher's face, he could feel the emotions and faces of the surrounding kids.

Yes, they were kids, about 6 years of age. This was really weird, I can see things in a 360° panoramic view.

I, at the age of 19, almost 20, am currently in a primary school. I would have felt something if it weren't for the fact that hundreds of minutes worth of information was flowing through his mind into his brain capacities at a 1-kilometer distance, with a rate of 2318 pieces of information in a minute —

The flow was suddenly cut off when the blindfold covers my eyes, causing me to blink in confusion.

"Oh, Gojo-kun, how many times must we tell you, you need to wear your blindfold!"

The teacher exclaims as I felt something drip onto my arm. "Looking" down, I realized that it was red. Like blood.

Oh, I was bleeding from my nose.

Wait a second. My brain starts to compute all that information, and then...

Who the fuck am I?

I am sure that I'm Gojo Satoru, that was my name that my eyes told me. Even the teacher's mouth uttered my name.

I definitely have the memories of Gojo Satoru, I can recall them easily, yet I also have another set of memories as [???], with information that a 6-year-old doesn't have.

My body is of Gojo Satoru. My soul is of [???}, but my mind is... Me.

I'm drawing a blank. Who am I? The cumulative combination of Gojo Satoru and [???]? Or am I [???] in Gojo Satoru's body.

This was super confusing —

"Gojo-kun!"

My head snaps at the teacher who had her hand on my shoulder, shaking me furiously.

"... I'm fine."

I wiped the blood off my nose, my brain completely computing the memories of Gojo Satoru. Cross-referencing it with [???]'s knowledge, I winced at the thought.

"My Hero Academia, huh?"

I reincarnated. Into a fictional world where Heroes and Villains were a daily thing.

This was... Interesting.

"I think you should go to the nurse's office, Gojo-kun. You bled quite a lot."

The teacher quickly ushered me as I walked through the hallway with a hall pass, holding a tissue on my nose.

My mind was grinding while my legs carried me to the nurse's office, with the help of the information that my eyes gained earlier, memorizing the layout completely already.

It was like having to dig through a lot of dirt to get to the treasure, the state of my mind right now was like a prime treasure hunt game location.

So, I've reincarnated into a fictional world with the power — No, Quirk is much suitable. A Quirk that allowed me extrasensory perception, with some sub Quirk mutations in my body based on Gojo Satoru's memories.

I swore that I've heard that name before somewhere in [???]'s life, but I just can't seem to grasp it.

Sighing, I turned the corner and avoided a kid running to what seemed to be the route to the closest toilet.

Gojo Satoru, orphan and currently 6 years old. Birthday is on the 7th of December. He is currently living alone in an apartment, with a guardian that comes by every few months to check on him, a Torino Sorahika.

I recall that name somewhere in [???]'s BNHA related memories, mental note to dig through them along with the plot.

Reaching the door, I knock on it, being polite, before entering the office, the scent of medicine piercing into my nose as I frowned at the smell.

The nurse wasn't in the office, so he walked around the office, grabbing a cold pack from a refrigerator and some cotton swabs before laying down on a ward bed.

Stuffing his nose with the swabs, my body shivered when I placed the cold pack on the bridge of my nose, sighing as I closed my eyes.

... What a situation I was in, huh?

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A/N:

1st POV writing is so fucking hard.

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A Year Later...

Japan sure is quite beautiful, huh? The infrastructure, the traditions, the completely different cultural perspective.

Japan is really one of the unique places in the world, take it from a Chinese Malaysian, this shit's the shit.

Oh, right. Hey, It's Gojo Satoru. It's been over a year since I transmigrated into the world of My Hero Academia, and let me tell you, things are quite interesting here.

For one, there's entertainment everywhere, at any time too, with the power of good old internet. Hero and Villain fights are occurring so often that there were thousands, maybe even tens of thousands, of threads and videos on them.

Never a quiet day in Japan especially, considering that the crime rate here was a whopping 10% more than other countries in Asia.

Second, let's move onto my Quirk.

So, I've discovered a lot of the Quirk. In the official papers, my Quirk was called Sensory Eyes.

Horrible, I know.

I instantly went to the Hero Association, more specifically the Quirk Registration section, to change its name to the Six Eyes.

Well, that's the official papers of my Quirk. Instead, I've found out something very, very interesting.

That's just one of the two sub-mutation for my actual Quirk.

Limitless.

I was basically God at this point.

Limitless, is the ability to change the "numbers" of accumulated Cursed Energy in the maternal world that is the Earth. This was the inherited technique that only a set few Gojo members could use.

The Six Eyes was needed to be able to even use 1% of Limitless, which was how JJK Gojo Satoru was able to use all 100%, other than the fact that he was the strongest.

Limitless is such a resource taxing technique that even said Gojo family members that inherited the ability would only maintain a few moments of it before running dry.

The Six Eyes granted a user unfathomable control over the resource of Jujutsu Sorcerer techniques, Cursed Energy, down to an atomic level, along with the ability to "see" the flow of Cursed Energy.

With atomic level of Cursed Energy control, the use of Cursed Energy with Limitless was infinitesimally close to zero, meaning I could use Limitless forever theoretically.

Basically, Limitless is my Quirk, Cursed Energy along with the Six Eyes were my mutations that came along with the main one.

So, yeah. Nothing can beat me now. Even Shota Aizawa, Eraserhead's Quirk Erasure will not work, since Limitless was just the ability to set "numbers" upon Cursed Energy that I bring to the world. The Six Eyes and Cursed Energy were mutations of my genome to help Limitless.

"Hehehehehe..."

I chuckled at the thoughts of threats in this world. They were canon fodder at this point because of his bullshit Quirk.

Shigaraki? Can't hit him with Decay. Kurogiri? Spatial teleportation wouldn't work if I overpowered it with my own spatial teleportation with Limitless amplifying it. Stain? Can't cut him with his knife to immobilize him. Dabi? Flames can't reach him.

Toga? Spinner? Mr. Compress? Nomus? Even fucking All For One himself? They can never touch him.

This just made me recall a very familiar memory in my head, in both Satoru's memories while reading up the Buddha for school, and [???]'s memories of going to the temple every week.

'Throughout the Heaven above and the Earth below... I, alone, am the Honored One.'

"HehahahaHAHAHAHAHA!"

That sounds apt.

Gojo Satoru, the Honored One.

This will be a fun life, that's for sure. I was so going to enjoy this.