MHA: Sword God

"Who are you?" A weak and feeble voice sounded.

Although the sound was very low, it still awakened Ken.

Looking at the frowning and still dazed Yuuki Mitsuru, Ken picked up a strand of turquoise hair, wrapped it around his fingertips, and smiled, "Your man."

Mitsuru didn't react. It seemed that she was still stunned.

She looked around blankly, when she saw Ken and his half-naked body, she suddenly exclaimed, "Ah!"

The girl's unique horrified scream seemed to penetrate the cellar, but facing the unique sound-insulating material of the mansion's cellar, the sound was still too small to reach the outsside.

So, it was of no use except for making Ken's ears tremble.

Ken pressed his fingers against the towering mountain peak of Mitsuru and twisted.

The huge force even made Mitsuru's face flushed. A pair of shameful eyes stared at Ken fiercely.

If eyes could kill, Ken would have died countless times.

Mitsuru knew that Ken was the younger brother of Yaoyorozu Momo.

But she was even more ashamed and angry.

However, she was relatively quiet by nature so she only cried helplessly.

The tears hit the ground drop after drop.

Ken lifted his fingertips to dry Mitsuru's tears, then put on his clothes like nothing had happened.

He said softly, "The door is on the right. Go out by yourself, pretend that nothing happened."

Mitsuru was slightly stunned. Her face showed an unbelievable look.

He let her go?

How could that be?

"Don't say anything that shouldn't be said, otherwise..."

Ken's expression was stern, and his voice was cold.

His five fingers pressed together and formed a sword.

Swish!

A half-foot-deep crack suddenly appeared on the wall of the cellar.

Looking at the wall, Mitsuru's stunned face made no secret of the horror that she felt.

After a while, Mitsuru gritted her teeth, put on her clothes casually, and ran towards the door.

Looking at Mitsuru's staggering back, Ken sighed and pulled out his right hand.

The red palm of his hand was turning white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he even had a cool feeling.

Ken also noticed that his palm had become a little stronger.

Although it was only by a little, it was indeed stronger.

"Sure enough, my precious analysis was not wasted."

Ken felt slightly complacent. His S-level quirk smart chip had been conceived for a long time, but even so, at the beginning of its birth, Ken had already understood it's all kinds of applications.

[S-level quirk: Smart chip

Analysis/synthesis: Use the quirk to analyze the data of the birth of the quirk, and then continuously synthesize the required quirk based on the analyzed data.]

This is Ken's preliminary understanding, and Ken felt that there were many restrictions.

For example, it takes a long time to analyze.

During this period, the host must be unconscious or asleep without resisting.

Secondly, the quirk cannot be too advanced.

In other words, Ken's body cannot be modified too much, otherwise his body will not be able to bear it and it will collapse.

The most important thing is that the number of synthesis is limited.

If the quirks don't conflict, Ken will only have at most three chances, and once the quirks conflict, even the 'Super Healing' quirk will collapse.

As for the quirk conflict, for example, this time Ken synthesized 'Ice'.

If he synthesized 'Fire' next time, the interweaving of the two quirks would destroy Ken's body.

Therefore, Ken was very cautious about the selection of quirks.

He even extinguished the thought of analysing Momo's "Creation".

The top S-level quirks like "Creation" have reached an extreme limit.

His body would definitely not be able to bear it, and it was not of much use to him.

He shook his head and faded away the thoughts in his heart. He would think about the quirk later.

Ken looked at the closed door, and stepped on the ground with his feet.

He turned into a dark shadow, and appeared outside the door almost instantly.

Before long, Ken saw a staggered figure walking on the street.

The cellar directly led to the street outside, which was also convenient for Ken to get out.

Looking at Mitsuru, who was walking awkwardly on the street wearing some torn clothes, Ken suddenly complained in his heart that he had forgotten to give a good dress to this girl.

Ken finally shook his head. Whether this girl can live until tomorrow depends on her performance tonight.

Like a dark shadow, Ken walked on the walls on both sides of the street with ghostly steps.

His footsteps were quiet. Even if someone was nearby, they would most likely not notice him.

However, looking at the startled Mitsuru who looked back from time to time, Ken raised the corner of his mouth.

Before Mitsuru's head was completely turned, his body slid down suddenly, leaving only his right hand to grasp the wall.

This was the terrifying reaction speed of Ken which was infinitely close to the theoretical fastest reaction speed.