Chapter 14: Tomioka's Origin

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Y/N's POV

We live far from the district

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We live far from the district. My father served as a sidekick to one of the Normal Hero Agencies, working diligently throughout the weekdays. My mother supported him by assisting in clinics over the weekend. Given the isolated location of our home, our social sphere was small, limited.

I peered silently through the crack in the door, observing my father practice some sword technique.

I carefully mimic his movements with a stick, attempting to replicate his actions. Intrigued, I question, "Papa... how do you do those techniques?"

"Hm? Oh, well I using a total concentration breathing." He lightly answered. I tilt my head in confusion.

"Total concentration..?"

"Total concentration is a technique that strengthens the breathing patterns of swordsmans, boosting lung capacity and increasing the amount of oxygen in the bloodstream. This makes us more stronger." He explains before he stepped forward and face the tameshigiri.

He took a stance and holds onto his blade.

"Total concentration.."
(zen shūchū)

He swiftly sliced the tameshigiri, the sword cutting through effortlessly. My admiration for him grew, my gaze filled with awe.

He looked at me, continuing, "This allows us to fight at the level of, or even above, average humans."

"That's amazing. The way you move is like a flowing water Papa!" I said.

My father laughed softly, lifting me effortlessly into his arms. "Don't worry, Y/n. You won't be needing to learn these."

"Huh..? Why?"

"Well, there's a chance you might develop a Quirk." 

My father mentioning the word 'Quirk' stirred a feeling of unease within me, causing me to avert my gaze.

"Son? Is there something wrong?" My father asked, his voice filled with concern.

"Papa.. I'm scared of Quirk.." I murmured softly, my voice wavering.

"Why?"

"I.. I don't know.. I'm scared of powerful Quirks that I can't control..." 

My father hugged me closely, his expression sympathetic as he responded, "I see. You're worried about having a strong Quirk that you might not be able to handle, right?"

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