The Best Swordsman in My Hero Academia

Chapter 1 The sick and weak boy like a cherry blossom

“Swordsmanship is the art of killing people. In the ups and downs of a simple sword swing, there are countless possibilities, and such an action requires a person to practice thousands of times, and even a lifetime.”

Yaoyorozu Qianhao narrated plainly, with a soft smile on his thirteen or fourteen-year-old face, while he was talking, holding a sword in both hands, once again wielding a samurai sword towards the puppet. Chop off.

“Huh”

The violent breaking air sounded again in the room, as if it had reached a certain critical point.

With a crisp “click”, the scarred puppet exploded in an instant,

“what”

A woman wearing a Bushido practice uniform in the room suddenly exclaimed, looking at the shards that exploded and splashed, a pair of black eyes flashed with panic.

“I’m about to enter U.A. Is the old sister still so timid?”(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

The boy talk hadn’t spoken yet, his wrist suddenly turned, the samurai sword in his hand with a ray of sword sounded, and a crescent-like light was pulled out in the air, and in an instant, countless wooden fragments swept it all.

Watching the young and young dissolving countless wooden fragments, the girl swallowed, and said in surprise: “Qianhao this kid, swordsmanship is getting more and more terrifying.”

Looking at Yaoyorozu Momo, whose face was full of surprise, Qianhao’s mouth was smiling, but his heart was a little dazed, as if he had returned to the time when he first came to this world.

It’s hard to imagine that reincarnation and rebirth will happen to him, and it’s even harder to imagine that he actually crossed into a world of superpowers.

Of course, it is not called ‘super power’ here, I prefer to call it ‘quirk’.

—–For collection—–For flowers—-for rewards—–

After removing his sweat-stained white martial arts uniform, Qianhao slowly walked to the side of a mirror standing in the room, and began his daily dressing.

Qianhao in this life looks good, even called handsome, with a delicately carved face, and a very symbolic cherry-like lip color. Looking at himself in the mirror, Qianhao took advantage of Yaoyorozu Momo’s absence. When he noticed, he nodded in satisfaction. Although it is not a big deal to look good in this world, who wants to go out to scare people.

Just looking at his sickly, slightly pale skin in the mirror, Qianhao was also bitter.

“Like a sakura-like genius, kendo sick and weak boy”

This is what he is called by the world in this life!

Somehow, Qianhao’s body was weak since he was a child, and he panted after running a few steps. His former parents took him to the hospital many times, but no symptoms were found. The doctor finally blamed “physical problems.”

In recent years, long-term kendo practice has finally seen some results, and the body can be regarded as catching up with the general public.

Shaking his head and fading the ups and downs in his heart, Qianhao stretched out his right hand towards Yaoyorozu Momo.

“You want me to do it again?”

Yaoyorozu glared at Qianhao fiercely, but his hands were still helplessly opened. Suddenly, a brand new black suit appeared in Yaoyorozu’s hands.

“Creation—–You can freely create any object except living organisms with your own fat. And because it has a considerable understanding of the molecular structure of matter, it is effortless to create, but it requires corresponding time, the more complex, The larger the item, the longer it will take.”

This is the quirk of Yaoyorozu Momo, a quirk that can be called terrible and even has unlimited potential. Of course, it depends on the later use of Yaoyorozu Momo. As for now, Qianhao smiles and makes some simple little ones for him. Things, such as clothes and pants, of course, diamonds, which look good, can also have several.

Picking up the suit in Yaoyorozu Momo’s hand, Qianhao draped it directly on him. Qianhao’s figure is long and Yuga. He is wearing a decent black casual suit, especially with a ruby ​​ring on his right hand. The whole person is extraordinary. The temperament, looks strange and beautiful, makes Yaoyorozu Momo’s eyes all colorful.

After inserting the samurai sword in his hand into the scabbard by the mirror, Qianhao took a closer look at today’s Yaoyorozu Momo,

Yaoyorozu Momo has practiced with Qianhao for a short time today. The sweat is soaked in the white martial arts uniform, with a touch of gentle white soaking out, and the proud chest is as compelling as a murder weapon. It is hard to imagine that he has not yet gone to high school. How could she develop into this way? The snow-white skin is like jade under the background of sweat, the five fingers holding a samurai sword are like jade bamboo shoots, her face is beautiful and lovely, her eyes are clear and bright, her nose is tall, and she is European and American style. With long black hair draped over the shoulders, it looks heroic.

“The old lady is still as beautiful as ever!” Qianhao praised him in his heart, but he didn’t show the slightest on the surface. After all, he was very few words on the surface.

“Are you going back to rest?” Yaoyorozu frowned, a worrisome flashed between his eyebrows, and asked softly. She was also a little worried about her younger brother who had suddenly appeared in the past two years. She lived at two o’clock every day. In her life, the training room and the dormitory, every time she asks her parents, they always say that Qianhao is ill and cannot travel far, even to school.

Qianhao nodded, smiling as usual, said goodbye, and walked to his bedroom.

It is said to be a bedroom, but in fact it is also a mansion with three floors and luxurious decoration. Although Qianhao was taken care of by Yaoyorozu Momo’s parents, it is actually the same as his son.