Vengeance

Limitless

Past time; 6 months before U.A

"I am Y/n L/n, my quirks are physique alteration and restoration "

"Hmm, what are the side effects of these L/n?" The man replied, looking at her questionably , as he adjusted the strap of his tie, while looking at her files. He waited for her reply but got none, as he sighed.

"None?" He rose her brow, hearing her statement.

He smirked lightly, "Then welcome to Atsukatshi High school".

"Atsukatshi High school, a prestigious high. Known for having an acceptance rate of .02 percent and the infamous Class of  1-E. The secret class consisting of 10 individuals with great and powerful quirks that are trained to the brink. Executing life threatening tasks in order to pass and finally withstand the so called limits that they "posses". If they were to fail then they would be executed immediately."

"Do you get it?" Ikizawa spoke as he eyed his students, who only nodded as a response.
"-To further add , if you'd die during this practices Atsukatshi High does not and will not be held accountable for it. In conclusion if you live you live and if you don't then" he paused as he turned to look at them in the eye "-you don't"

Y/n listened as she bit her tongue, hiding her scowling face from the man, as she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She shifted her body as she turned to look at the person that tapped her.

"That shit is totes illegal, right?" A blonde woman remarked a annoying grin, making its way to her face as she eyed the man up and down.

'No shit Sherlock'. She thought unamused as she ignored the blonde, she could hear her scoff as she tugged on her shirt.

"I'm here you know?! Stop ignoring me" the blonde whispered irritably, an irk mark visibly marking her forehead.

"You're?"

The blonde grinned as she struck her hand out, "Aimée Ken, Quirk is bypass , currently 16 years old and single" she grinned as she gestured the other to do the same.

" Y/n L/n, 14 turning 15 in a few months" The teen dryly replied which made the older click her tongue.

Y/n didn't care as she stood up and went beside the professor, noticing that he has been calling her for the past minute,  trailing after the man as they left the room only to enter on another. He gestured for her to take off her clothes which she did not comply to.

"And why is that? I know that this school participates in illegal shit but If I can recall there's a no pleasuring policy in this juncture, no?" Her brow rose, as she leaned into the wall while crossing her arms.

"Don't be silly L/n, we just need to test the students loyalty that's all...not in a sexual way  of course " he replied as he lifted his sleeve revealing a burn pattern; the mark  of an eye.

"Limitless"

"The eye, miss L/n. The symbol of wisdom  and the symbol of loyalty." He stated again, as he ushered her to take a seat.

She hesitantly complied, as she removed her shirt revealing her bra as the teacher prepped a metallic object that had the same image as the mark, slowly taking it towards the fire , watching in terror as she observed him walking closer towards her, his hands moving away the strands of hair that covered her back, positioning the object at the center, a few spaces below her bra.

She hitched her breath, closing her eyes as her grip on the table tighten, she could feel the heat closing in on her skin, as the burning sensation began to melt in her body, tears brimmed her eyes as she bit her lips, to try and stop the yells of agony. She painfully listened as her skin sizzled, biting her lips harder unintentionally drawing out blood.

"Done, you've got quite the tolerance L/n. I'm impressed you'll need that later" he replied, walking away from her as he placed the object on the fire, wiping his hands as he walked away closing the door.

She released the breath that she didn't know that she was holding, her chest aggressively heaved up and down, as she slammed her fist on the table.

Her breathing became ragged as she was left shaken, her lips were quivering as blood drew out from the wound.

The pain became too unbearable, too unpleasant as a lump began to form on her throat, she couldn't cry nor scream if she wanted too. She was too focused on healing it.

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She heard the door creak, seeing a woman with long hair, glasses and a tall structure. She could see her clicking her tongue, observing her as she opened her mouth.

"Stand up, that quirk of yours won't work. That shit is made up of biochemicals and materials that can stop the effects of your quirk..." she halted noticing that  the teen was looking at her with wide eyes, while you were   clutching your chest looking at her dead in the eyes , "Am I quirkless?" You asked in a demanding shrug only to be replied with a shrug.

"Change and follow me"

The younger complied as she changed on her shirt ignoring the hissing pain, Every time the wound gets in contact with the cloth.

She followed her in a secluded room, where there were a big rectangular window, white walls and a cage.

"Now, your task is to use  your quirk and body to its limits even if it's mulled down or even if it is shredded. There is no limit to what you can do, even if there is a tiny molecule, particle or fragment use that to slowly regenerate your body." Nevada spoke sternly as she crossed her arms on her chest as she raised her brow.

"Think you can handle that?"

"Anything"