When we left the facility and stepped outside, I was honestly shocked by how different Japan looked compared to New York.
Heroes were everywhere, wearing all kinds of weird spandex suits. The streets felt brighter, more colorful, and people with mutation-type quirks walked around like it was completely normal.
And not gonna lie… some of the female heroines made me wish I was older—but that's besides the point.
My mom pressed a button on her keys, and I spotted the familiar BMW M4 G80 parked nearby.
I got into the passenger seat and buckled up.
"Looks different, right?" she said as she started the car.
"Yeah… you don't usually see this many heroes out in Manhattan."
She nodded slightly. "There's a reason for that."
I glanced at her. "Because of All Might right?"
A small smile appeared on her face. "Exactly. Ever since All Might came back to Japan, crime's been rising more in America."
Before I could respond, her phone started ringing, and she picked it up.
I leaned back in my seat, zoning out as I stared out the window, watching heroes pass by.
Different attack ideas started forming in my head.
I need to learn how to fight hand-to-hand… and with weapons too. I can't rely on just my quirk and raw strength forever.
I wonder when Mom's going to hire me a trainer. Tony did say something about that a couple weeks ago…
I shook my head lightly.
"It doesn't matter," I muttered to myself. "I can start on my own. Boxing works—it's a broke man's sport and a rich man's sport at the same time… and I'm obviously on the rich side."
"We're here," my mom called out.
I heard the soft click of the doors unlocking and looked outside.
A normal two-story black house stood in front of us. Nothing crazy—but clean.
"Yeah, it's not a mansion," she said with a grin, "but it'll do for now."
I nodded. "yeah."
Then I looked at her. "By the way, Mom… can I start training? I want to get as strong as possible before U.A."
Her expression shifted, more serious now.
"You can," she said, "but I'm monitoring you. I'm not letting you get hurt."
"Mom… I've trained before. I never came home seriously injured."
She froze. "You've… what?"
Her eyes narrowed. "Oh, you little—why are you keeping secrets from your own mother!?"
I sighed. "Because if I told you, you'd keep me locked in the house saying it's 'for my own good' and that I'm too young."
She flinched slightly, clearly knowing I wasn't wrong.
"…I still don't like it," she muttered. "I'm your mother. You should tell me these things first."
"Yeah… I know. Sorry," I said as I stepped out of the car.
I headed inside and went upstairs, looking around.
"Your room is the second door on the right!" she called from downstairs.
I walked over and opened the door to my new room.
The moment I stepped in, I activated my quirk—gold spread instantly, covering everything in the room.
I let out a quiet breath.
"…Better."
I adjusted the golden bed, making it firm but soft enough to actually be comfortable.
Sitting down, I felt the metal give just enough to feel like a real mattress.
Not bad.
I pulled out my phone, opened YouTube, and searched: boxing for beginners.
I stood up and started to try imitating the guy in the video—basic stance first. Orthodox, since I'm right-handed. Then simple footwork—forward, back, side to side.
At first, it felt awkward.
But after a few tries…
It clicked.
"…What?" I blinked.
That felt way too natural.
"Don't tell me…"
I kept watching, studying more closely. Every punch—he rotated his hips, stepped in, stayed balanced. Slips, pivots… everything had purpose.
So I copied it.
Again.
And again.
And I kept getting better.
—
Three hours passed sinced I first started and too say now i'm not a complete beginner doesnt do it justice.
Meanwhile I was fully locked in now, shadowboxing in my room, moving without thinking.
Slip.
Jab.
Cross.
Slip.
Lead uppercut.
Everything flowed.
I stopped for a second, breathing steadily, a grin forming on my face.
"My learning speed is monstrous…"
Honestly, it feels like I'm cheating in real life.
"…But it makes sense," I muttered. "Denser bones, stronger muscles… higher brain activity since I was born."
I threw another hook, faster this time causing the air to distort, the gold around the room collapsed from the power generated from that right hook.
Before my room could fully collapsed I instantly forced the gold to reform and fixed the damages caused by my punch.
"Oops, I used way to much force in that punch. hopefully mom didnt feel that"
Right then, my phone rang.
I checked the caller ID—Tony.
I answered after taking a breath.
"What do you want, nerd?"
"Is that how you talk to someone you begged to build a gravity chamber for you?"
I paused.
"…Wait. You're serious? It's already done?"
"Maybe," he said smugly.
I sighed. "Alright, my bad. I didn't mean to offend you, the great Anthony Stark."
I could practically hear him cringe. "Don't ever say my full name like that again."
"No promises," I said with a smirk. "So that's it? Because I've got training to do. If it's finished, I'll be there early tomorrow."
"You better not—"
I hung up.
Well… that solves that.
No forests. No random training spots.
Just gravity training, calisthenics, and shadowboxing—like the Z Fighters in DBZ.
I laid back on my golden bed, sinking slightly into it, the metal soft around me.
"At least I won't be weak in the future…"
I stared at the ceiling.
"If I keep this up…"
"…I'll be the strongest."
To be continued…
Hey guys i want you guys opinion on about doing a time skip or not. because honestly. I want to get to were its a year before the AU exams.
But I dont want it to feel like Midas just aged up in a instant. But writing kid Midas is starting to feel tiring to me honestly.
Ill do a poll so.
Timeskip <—-
or
No Timeskip <—-