Reborn As Saitama In MHA - Chapter 56

Authors Note:

Um so, it’s been quite a while since I last updated. Uni has been pretty hectic recently, but there’s a silver lining! My finals are coming up, meaning that I’ll be having summer break soon, you know what summer break means?

That’s right, means it’s going to be hot.

But other than that, I hope to be coming out with daily updates again. For now, I’ll release like 1 or 2 chapters sporadically throughout this week while I still have time before I cram for my Finals.

I suggest going back and reading the past 1-2 chapters just to refresh your memories, I know I had to

I’m still trying to get back into writing again, so this chapter might not be up to my past standards, but hopefully I’ll improve gradually again.

Oh yea, almost forgot, I’m rewriting my Black Clover fic if anyone read that. It’s basically Merlin from fate in Black Clover, but an AU version, but personality and power wise, he’ll be about the same, except for the incubus part. If you’re interested in that, keep an eye out.

Sorry once again for not updating for a long time, it’s a bad habit. If you want to yell at me, come join my discord

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With about 2-3 hours of free time, Hiroto spent most of his time just walking around and getting a better feel of how I-island looks like during the day. In the afternoon is when the attractions would be at their best, always being flooded with numerous people.

By the time that his class was going to land, Hiroto was wearing new sunglasses that allowed him to see further than the average person could. The price of the glasses? That’s for the I-Island representatives to worry about since he was living off their money at the moment.

Checking his phone, Hiroto tapped on an icon with the letter I.

Recalling Melissa’s words, Hiroto browsed through the home page of the app that updated daily, recommending him recent expo’s, seminars and item showcases.

Ignoring all of these, he went to his personal account and checked on his current balance.

‘I still have quite a lot.’ Hiroto thought, exiting the page and opening up the map of the area. Deciding that his visit has been rather tame so far, Hiroto opted to visit all of the attractions that held competitions and time trials.

After a short walk, taking 5 minutes or so, Hiroto arrived at his location but saw that many people besides him were also rushing ahead to catch glimpses of people with powerful quirks showing off.

Still, in his Hero costume, people sent him curious glances, wondering if Hiroto was merely cosplaying or was an aspiring Hero since he still looked quite young. Although that bald head would’ve thrown people off, quirks tended to give people one or two new characteristics.

The most simple attraction that Hiroto went to first was a punching machine that tested how powerful your punch would be. Who would’ve guessed?

Glancing at the front a top of a small stage, the person who was currently next to go was a giant tanned man with no top on, showing off his muscles. Breathing in deeply, the man pivoted his body and flexed his right arm, letting out an audible snapping sound to those around.

The man’s arm then started to inflate and grow bigger, looking as though it was about to explode. With a loud yell, the man swung his fist forward and slammed it straight into the centre of the machines cushioning pad.

A jarring sound resounded and echoed for a few seconds as people held up their phones and took pictures and videos animatedly. The man wore a wide grin on his face, however, inside his head, he was cursing at himself at the huge pain that rode up to his arm.

‘Ack, goddammit! It’s nice and all to be able to punch this hard, but what’s the point if my arm is going to give out on me?’ The man sighed inwardly but still kept a wide grin on his face.

The organizer smiled and clapped, gesturing with his hand to lead the man off to the exit while more people queued up to try for themselves.

Hiroto turned to a man wearing a floral shirt and baggy shorts with a camera hanging around his neck, nudging him and asking, “Hey, do you know if that number is high or not?”

The man looked confused for a second but answered, “Ah, well, I think that it’s quite a decent score. The scoring system here was modified to fit people with more powerful quirks compared to normal people, so the ranking is more strict.”

The man then pointed off to the right past the heads of the crowds towards the other attractions that are based on people’s physical prowess as well as their quirks.

“Each of those would have their own ranking based system, but since I’m too lazy to look them up I just base them on how impactful their actions are to the crowds.” The man answered honestly, taking the camera hanging around his neck and snapping a few shots of the man that just left the punching machine.

Seeing that the man didn’t want to elaborate further, Hiroto went on his own way and stepped up onto the small stage before others were able to. The man with the floral shirt before looked intrigued and took a few snapshots of Hiroto, muttering, “Is he secretly amazingly powerful? No way, right?”

Standing in front of the machine, Hiroto turned to the organizer and whispered, “So, uhh… How much force can this machine take?”

The organizer smiled and explained, “This is a state of the art machine made just for I-Islands’ use. It can take up to 20 tonnes of force, and even then, it comes equipped with a shock-absorbent that spreads the kinetic force it takes outwards, minimizing the damage-”

“Hmm, I thought showing off would feel better than this,” Hiroto muttered, and before the woman could comment any further, his figure disappeared out of sight.

The crowd below the stand hasn’t said a single word and only stayed silent the entire time. The man with the floral shirt himself dropped his camera, causing the lens to shatter.

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Appearing a distance away, Hiroto was already at the next attraction. “Hmm, instead of doing those boring physical tests, might as well speedrun this.”

With that said, Hiroto then blitzed through all the remaining tests and attractions.

In a running contest, the organizer bȧrėly had any time to finish counting down before he already crossed the finish line.

In the arm-wrestling showcase, no one dared to go up against him after he got a bit too into it and broke off the arm of a machine as well as the table beneath it.

The most interesting competition was a time trial to shoot down robots using a gun that the island developed. The gun instead was non-lethal, shooting out a red neon wire that is aimed at a villain, latching around them and tazing them in one go.

However, Hiroto got annoyed at how slow the device was shooting and decided to just throw the gun at the robots in one go.

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After a relatively short flight, class Hiroto’s class finally landed at the airport, all looking excited and ready to let loose. Gathering the kids together, everyone was currently wearing their Hero outfits, standing out from everyone in the airport. Aizawa addressed them all.

“Alright everyone, you all better be on your best behaviours here. I don’t want any of the officials coming to me, later on, to complain that a bunch of high strung kids decided to wreck their island’s equipment.” Aizawa said, still having his travel pillow around his neck as well as an eye mask on his forehead.

“Don’t worry, sensei! We will all be on our best behaviours!” Ida said, motioning his hand in a fast motion.

“What do you think Hiroto’s doing now?” Kaminari asked those around him as they made their way through security.

“Hmm, probably looking for manga’s to buy?” Eijiro said.

Midoriya looked around while everyone was still talking between themselves and took his phone out to see the messages from All Might, saying that they would meet up later once everyone separated to do their own thing.

“I heard that there are some attractions that specialize towards quirks. Maybe he’s doing them?” Mina said, dragging her luggage along with her.

“I wonder what those would be? Maybe some contracted situations to test people’s effectiveness?” Momo commented.

“Tsk, we’ll see just how good he is at those. Whatever record he set, I’m gonna blow them all away.” Bakugo grunted.

“Phrasing,” Sero said grinning, to which Bakugo growled back at him.

Making their way through the airport, the class finally left through the exit and was immediately gobsmacked at the view that greeted them.

Mina took her phone out, grabbing Jiro and Momo’s shoulder to take a selfie with the welcome signs and attractions as the backdrops.

“This place is amazing! Whoa, is that a flying ball?!” Eijiro shouted and pointed towards a ball sphere flying through the air to another part of the island.

Looking at the various flowerbeds and attractions, the students were overwhelmed and didn’t know where to even start. Aizawa at least kept a calm head and looked at his phone, muttering, “Where’s Moriyama at?”

(AN: Moriyama is Hiroto’s last name in case people forgot, I did.)

Right after he said that Hiroto’s figure from high up in the sky and landed right in front of the group, luckily not destroying the ground below him.

“Welcome to I-Island,” Hiroto said with a slight smile seeing everyone’s mouth open agape in shock at Hiroto’s dramatic entrance.