"Water. Earth. Fire. Air. My grandmother used to tell me stories about the old days, a time of peace when the Avatar kept balance between the Water Tribes, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation, and Air Nomads. But that all changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Only the Avatar mastered all four elements. Only he could stop the ruthless firebenders. But when the world needed him most, he vanished. A hundred years have passed and the Fire Nation is nearing victory in the War. Two years ago, my father and the men of my tribe journeyed to the Earth Kingdom to help fight against the Fire Nation, leaving me and my brother to look after our tribe. Some people believe that the Avatar was never reborn into the Air Nomads, and that the cycle is broken. But I haven't lost hope. I still believe that somehow, the Avatar will return to save the world."

(One Piece x Mahoraga OC) [THIS IS MY OWN WORK! NOT A TRANSLATION OR AI GENERATED!] [I obviously don't own One Piece and JJK assets or characters; this is just a fanfiction :D] [Cover by @ryulzero, very noice!]

Armed with fragments of memories from his past life and the ability to Fire Bend, I have to somehow survive in the Earth Kingdom as a Fire Nation descendant at the peak of the Hundred Year War until the Avatar comes back in 17 years as of writing this... Oh, man. *This is my original work. I will also be publishing it on Royal Road under the username Damaine_N.

ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ, ʟᴀᴛᴇ 20ᴛʜ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀʏ. ᴅᴇᴠɪʟꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ, ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀʏ ᴋɪᴅ ᴋᴇᴇᴘꜱ ꜱʟɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋꜱ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʀɪᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ.

You can't save everyone. (Y/N) learned that lesson long before he ever set foot in U.A. His mother's incurable illness, his father's endless overtime, the empty promises of heroes who couldn't fix what truly mattered to him. He was an only child, and an extremely late bloomer. When his quirk finally awakened, he wanted to make sure no one had to feel powerless like he once did. His quirk "Polarity", gave him the ability to generate and manipulate magnetic fields. A quirk than can be as destructive as it is creative. __________________________________________________________________________________ The main love interest is Mina Ashido. I don't own the characters or the story of My Hero Academia. All rights belong to the owners.

Raised by his strict paternal grandmother, Y/N Black bore the heavy burden of continuing his ancient bloodline. To ensure their future, she had ruthlessly forged an ironclad marriage contract. There was only one terrifying issue with this grand plan: his betrothed, Daphne Greengrass, absolutely hated him.

Cyberpunk? Cyberspank? Choom? Kyber Crystals? Cyberpsychosis? Psychosis? But doesn't he already suffer from it? What? Emotionally stunted sociopath gets sent to a very stinky city. This is the second, far more coherent version of "Faceless," or rather, the rewrite of it.

Y/n for as long as he could remember was seen as a freak, an outcast. Being at the camp since he was born Y/n still was an unclaimed child. What would happen if he is made to go on a quest where he'd end up claimed? Just who is this cursed child?

"Who cares if we're humans or not, all there is life or death. Nothing else. And to live means to eat another's life. Whether it's direct or not. Eating to stay alive, in that sense, it's the same thing."

"In physics, a singularity is a point in spacetime where known laws cease to apply. In nature, it is defined as a quality of extraordinary uniqueness; a one-of-a-kind event that breaks the established pattern." In the world of Jujutsu, power is a blood-bound privilege. The Zenin, Kamo, and Gojo Clans have ruled for generations, preserving their inherited techniques as sacred, untouchable relics. To them, talent is not born; it is inherited. Yet blood is imperfect. Genetics is a ruthless gamble, and sometimes the curse of chance gives birth to something that should never exist. This is not the story of a child chosen by fate. This is the story of a singularity, an anomaly born outside destiny, capable of overturning the foundations of Jujutsu itself... if it survives long enough to grasp the weight of what it truly is.