Limits of Power: Superhero or Machine?

"Alright, you little tomato can... you're coming with me," Aizawa said in a low voice, sharp enough to silence any protest. His dark eyes remained fixed on the child with the shiny red armor-armor that raised more questions than it answered: Where did it come from? And how did he get here?

Well, just two weeks ago, a report had landed on his desk that had even the pros stumped: a foreign child had single-handedly stopped three Noumu and even captured a villain amidst the chaos. An unbelievable, even provocative, incident. And what heightened his concern was footage showing the kid using what appeared to be a Quirk. A word enough to put Aizawa on high alert.

"Let me go! Who even are you?!" Amato shouted angrily, writhing within the scarf coiled tightly around him, like a butterfly's cocoon bondageing its movement. He tried to break free, straining his body and trembling with frustration, but the bindings only grew tighter the more he resisted..

"This is going to take a long time..." Aizawa breathed out slowly, his voice calm but carrying a distinct weight.

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or Amato and MechaBot get yeeted into the BNHA world because the author wills it so.

:D