BNHA: Martial Arts God

CHAPTER 2

The first and only thing that he could feel upon becoming conscious was "cold". Way too cold. Slowly opening his eyes, he could only think of one thought.

'What the fuck, Mom and Dad.'

He was out in the open in a basket next to a gate. Looking down, he grinned, at least a baby version of a grin, as he saw a unique looking device with a button. Now squinting his eyes upwards, he mentally sighed once he saw that he couldn't read the language on the sign of the gate.

'Honestly should have used some points for translation. Now learning Japanese is going to be a pain.'

After a few more minutes of waiting out in the cold weather, his baby eyes frowned. No one was coming out, well it's fair since they would have no reason to check, so he started screaming.

"Waaaa! Waaaaaa!"

As embarrassing as it sounds, he couldn't risk waiting outside until dawn. His baby body would have died before hand. So, with a pint tint on his face, he kept on crying until someone came out.

An old lady walks out of the door of the orphanage, trying to find the crying sound of a child. Eventually, the old lady finds the boy crying his heart out. Bending down to meet the boy, she caresses the baby's cheek, causing him to stop crying to look at her.

"Poor boy... Come, this shall be your new home now."

She says as the baby yawns, causing her to carry the boy back into the orphanage. Eventually, the baby sleeps from exhaustion.

4 Years Later...

Life in an orphanage is better than one would have imagined. It's not like those fanfics who have matrons and staff that treat the kids like shit, or stories that make it so that the orphanage is broke and all that. Life here was actually not that bad.

Waking up at 7 a.m. sharp due to habits, the now older boy yawned as he got up from one of the 10 futons in the room. Taking a deep breath, he prepares himself as he quietly walks to the doorframe. Fixed on the door frame was a bell attached with a string. With a pull of the string, the bell rang.

DING! DING! DING!

Slowly, children from ages 3 to 7 started waking up as the boy told everyone.

"Hey! Get up! Today's Quirk Examination Day! The doctors are coming at 9 and Grandma wants everyone ready by then!"

The kids cheered at the news as they started walking in groups to the bathroom to get ready for the day, but not before greeting the boy.

"Jin onii-chan!"

"Good morning, Jin nii-chan!"

"Morning, Gohru."

"Excited, Jin?"

"Not really." The boy named Jin Gohru answered as he walked with a group of orphans together to the bathroom for a bath. The youngest one, Kodao, age 3, pouts when hearing his "brother's" boring response.

Kodao! Age 3! Quirk: Has not reached the appropriate age!

"Well, that's because maybe onii-chan already has his Quirk!"

"Now now, Kodao, he may be hiding his excitement. Look at those grey eyes, he must be hiding some things." Said a mature voice. Looking at his side, Gohru's eye twitched as his older brother, Ryuji, age 8, poked his cheek teasingly, which the boy knocked away.