SWNOVELXO Chapter 21: Chapter 20 Quirk Awakening 2
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REAL-TIME SYSTEM ANALYSIS — SUBJECT: [BAKUGO, KATSUKI]
// ALERT: NEURAL STRESS LEVELS APPROACHING CRITICAL THRESHOLD (87%)
// MENTAL OVERLAY LOCKED TO FULL SPREAD
// SYNAPTIC COMPRESSION RATE: 0.0032s
// VISUAL AND TACTILE DATA STREAM — LIVE
// TARGET LOCK CONFIRMED
// BEGIN DEEP SCAN...
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> [SUBJECT CLASSIFICATION]
Name: Katsuki Bakugo
Biotype: Homo Sapiens Quirkus (Type 3 - Volatile Combustion Emitter)
Sex: Male
Apparent Age: 14.92 years
Ancestry Breakdown:
- 98.9% East Asian Genomic Lineage
- 1.1% unexpressed foreign allele markers (dormant)
Genetic Modifications Detected: None (baseline genome)
Quirk Mutation Locus: Chromosome 7p21.3
- Gene Cluster: GLOX-A7 / HSE17 / PKIG-L
- Expression Pattern: Hyperactive sweat gland formation, keratin ignition resistance, mitochondrial overregulation
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> [DNA/GENOMIC PROFILE]
Mitochondrial Density: 2.6x baseline adolescent average (explosive ATP demand support)
Keratin Subtype: Modified Type I alpha keratin – anti-friction, flame retardant
Endocrine Bias:
- ↑ Epinephrine release (178% over norm baseline)
- Cortisol resistance: HIGH
Telomere Length: Slightly reduced (may imply early cellular stress/degradation risk)
Pain Response Receptors: Desensitized in digits and wrists
Olfactory Receptor Count: Hypernormal (~30% enhanced scent tracking)
Dominant Mutation Markers: GLOX-A7 overexpression (sweat combustibility trigger)
Auto-immunological Notes:
- Skin regeneration in palms accelerated
- White blood cell count: 14,300 μL (slightly elevated)
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> [QUIRK IDENTIFICATION LOG]
REGISTERED QUIRK NAME: Explosion
CATEGORY: Emission-Type
PRIMARY OUTPUT:
- Excretes nitroglycerin-based fluid through eccrine sweat glands
- Detonates via conscious micro-electrical spark induction
COMBUSTION CONTROL RATING: 6.2/10 (requires both concentration and physical sync)
RAW OUTPUT FORCE (MEASURED):
- 714 N (direct palm burst)
- 41.3 kPa overpressure shockwave within 1.2m radius
SECONDARY FUNCTIONS:
- Self-propulsion
- Limited flight maneuvering
- Flash-blind effect at detonation > 12,000 lumens
LIMITATIONS:
- Sweat-dependent — Quirk weakens with dehydration
- Micro-inflammation of palms over extended use
- Blood sugar depletion occurs after continuous detonation > 90 seconds
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> [LIVE PHYSICAL STATUS MONITORING]
Heart Rate: 128 bpm (rising)
Breathing Rate: 23/min
Core Body Temp: 38.1°C
Adrenal Spike Detected — preparing to engage
Palm Glands Activity: 92% activation
Spark Pre-Loop Current Flow: +0.7V across radial nerve
Lactic Acid Level: 4.7 mmol/L (within anaerobic threshold)
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> [SKELETAL + MUSCULAR ANALYSIS]
Bone Density: 1.4x average adolescent
Impact Distribution Capability: HIGH
Knee Joint Tension: +34% over normative safe zone (explosive landing strain)
Triceps/Forearm Tension: MAX contraction level — ready to detonate
Wrist Flexion Angle: -6° deviation from center — recoil positioning
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> [MOTION PREDICTION — INITIATING TRAJECTORY MAPPING]
REAL-TIME ACTION PROJECTION — .03s WINDOW INITIATED
⧫ Frame 01 — Shoulder roll shifting backward (tension stored)
⧫ Frame 02 — Heels pressurizing pavement; signal for rapid launch
⧫ Frame 03 — Palms flare, minor explosion for acceleration boost
⧫ Frame 04 — Right knee chambers upward — mid-air arc incoming
⧫ Frame 05 — Left palm ignition signature: 91% power — targeting upper torso
⧫ Frame 06 — Forward rotational torque detected: will twist to use second detonation mid-air
⧫ Frame 07 — Targeting vector: Direct frontal burst at 2.1m range
⧫ Frame 08 — Midair correction potential: ~63%, blast-assisted
⧫ Counter Opportunity Detected:
→ 0.19s opening post-first blast, right flank exposed, core unguarded
→ Recommend minimal motion evasion, intercept post-blast drag point
→ COMBAT OUTCOME FORECAST (BASED ON CURRENT INPUT)
Bakugo Offensive Window: 0.74s
Ken Defensive Advantage: 0.92s
Recommended Action:
- Remain stationary
- Let kinetic energy fail upon proximity barrier
- Apply low-effort counter to disorient
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> [AUDIO PROFILE — VOICE BREAKDOWN]
Vocal Stress Level: 89%
Shout Pressure: 94 dB
Phrase Detected: "DIE!"
Speech Frequency Match: Aggression/anger dominant
Throat Constriction Level: HIGH — adrenaline peak confirmed
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> [ENVIRONMENTAL INTEGRATION]
Concrete Texture: Medium fracture risk under high blast
Ambient Wind: 4.3 m/s — northeast cross vector
Sunlight Angle: 31° from left — minor glare behind subject
Ground Slope: -2.2° tilt southeast
Objects in Periphery:
- 3 trash bins
- 48 students (spectators)
- 2 smartphones recording (high-quality audio-visual)
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"..."
'What The Hell?'
Seeing words appearing in my line of sight, I resisted the urge to take a step back. I blinked.
The information hit me like a freight train.
Every detail, every metric, every biological function laid bare in clinical precision. Bakugo's heart rate, his genetic markers, the exact trajectory of his next attack—it was all there, floating in my vision like some kind of advanced HUD display.
'What the hell is this?'
I blinked hard, trying to clear the overwhelming cascade of data, but it only seemed to intensify. The red glow from my eyes cast strange shadows, and I could hear confused murmurs from the crowd behind me.
"Dude, his eyes..."
"Are they glowing?"
"Is that part of his quirk?"
But I barely registered their voices. My mind was reeling, trying to process not just what I was seeing, but what it meant. Did I ... Did my last Ability finally awaken?
No .. It can't be.
This wasn't what I chose for My Fourth support power. This wasn't one of my transmigrated abilities. This was something else entirely.
The analysis continued to flood my vision, breaking down everything from Bakugo's muscle tension to his quirk's chemical composition. It was like having access to a medical scanner, a genetic analyzer, and a combat computer all at once.
'A system?' The thought struck me suddenly. 'Did I just awaken some kind of gamer system?'
It would make sense, in a twisted sort of way. Transmigrators in web novels were always getting systems, interfaces that helped them navigate their new worlds. Maybe this was mine, finally manifesting after—
"OI! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!"
Bakugo's voice cut through my internal chaos like a blade. I turned my attention back to him, the analytical overlay still active, still feeding me more information than I knew what to do with.
His face was twisted with rage, hands shaking as small explosions popped off his palms in rapid succession. The temperature around him had spiked noticeably.
"You... You're not even taking this seriously, are you?" His voice cracked slightly, a mixture of fury and something that might have been desperation. "Standing there with that blank look on your face like I'm not even worth your attention!"
'Blank look?' I realized with a start that I'd been completely motionless, staring at him with unfocused eyes while processing the flood of information. To him, it probably looked like I was daydreaming.
"You think you're so much better than me?!" Bakugo continued, his voice rising to a near-scream. "Just because you have some fancy barrier quirk and you beat one pathetic villain, you think you can look down on me?!"
The analytical display was still running, showing me his elevated stress levels, the way his quirk was building toward a major explosion, the minute tremors in his hands that suggested he was pushing his limits.
"I'M KATSUKI BAKUGO!" he roared. "I'M GOING TO BE THE NUMBER ONE HERO! I DON'T LOSE TO EXTRAS! I DON'T LOSE TO ANYONE!"
His right hand was already building up a massive charge—enough explosive force to leave a massive four foot deep crater in concrete. I didn't figure this out myself. The current analysis effect appearing in my retina did the whole thing for me.
The crowd took several steps back instinctively. Bakugo was really losing it now.
'This idiot is gonna hurt someone if he actually Fires that.'
"AND I ESPECIALLY DON'T LOSE TO SOMEONE WHO WON'T EVEN LOOK AT ME PROPERLY! SO STOP ACTING LIKE I'M BENEATH YOUR NOTICE AND—"
He raised his hands to fire. However ...
A gust of wind flashed right past him. Bakugo's screaming halted, shocked to see that I was no longer in his line of sight.
"Ultimate Move!"
My voice came from behind.
His expression crumbled as he turned. Impressively, he stopped the massive discharge he planned, or delayed it at least, and used his free hand to propel himself forward to evade whatever I was going to do to him.
All while turning around to aim again. His battle instincts were sharp. True to a shonen Main character, he was talented. I however, was a cheater. And it was practically established law by now, that cheats beat natural talent anytime any day. That wouldn't change now.
Bakugo turned. In time to see my hand appearing before his face.
'He ...'
The boy barely had time to think.
'Right. I shouldn't Take this too seriously. It would be bad if he was sent to the hospital. It'll ruin the neighborly relationship and hurt my resume.' I chided myself, my outstretched hand moving to form a finger flick position. Then with all seriousness, I uttered dramatically.
"Finger Flick!"
I was getting caught up in my own head when this was supposed to be a simple schoolyard fight. Bakugo wanted validation, wanted to prove he was strong, wanted to maintain his position as the top dog. That was fine. But I didn't need to drag this out just to satisfy his ego. Now that I had a bigger problem, Katsuki was no longer priority.
My finger connected with his forehead with the gentlest tap I could manage while still ensuring the desired result. Even so, the impact sent him flying backward across the field, his body tracing a perfect arc before hitting the grass and rolling to a stop near the fence.
The silence that followed was absolute.
I stood there for a moment, hand still outstretched in the flicking position, watching Bakugo's motionless form. The analytical display was already confirming what I suspected—unconscious but uninjured, vital signs stable, no permanent damage.
"Now that was anticlimactic," I muttered.
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The crowd remained frozen in stunned silence as I walked over to collect my bag. Nobody moved, nobody spoke, nobody even seemed to breathe.
Finally, someone whispered, "Did... did he just...?"
"Forehead flick," another voice confirmed in disbelief.
"Bakugo got taken out by a forehead flick."
I could feel dozens of eyes tracking my every movement as I slung my bag over my shoulder and started walking away. The red glow had faded from my eyes, but the analytical overlay remained, feeding me information about everyone around me whether I wanted it or not.
"Holy shit," someone breathed.
"That was ... Kinda hollow."
"Yeah ... Was that even a fight?"
"Did you get it on video?"
I paused at the edge of the makeshift arena, glancing back at the unconscious Bakugo one more time. Part of me felt bad about ending it so abruptly, but honestly, what had he expected? He'd insisted on this confrontation, demanded a display of power.
Well, he'd gotten one.
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## Teachers' Perspective
Mr. Hayashi lowered the binoculars he'd been using to observe the fight from the second-floor faculty lounge window. Beside him, Ms. Miwa and Mr. Mizuki stood in equal silence, their faces reflecting the same mixture of shock and professional concern.
"That was..." Mizuki began, then trailed off.
"A forehead flick," Miwa finished. "He ended the fight with a forehead flick."
Hayashi rubbed his temples. In twenty years of teaching, he'd seen plenty of student altercations. Quirk-related incidents were unfortunately common, especially with students of Bakugo's temperament. He'd been prepared for property damage, possible injuries, maybe even the need to call emergency services.
He hadn't been prepared for a fight to end with such casual, overwhelming dominance.
"Bakugo's quirk registers at a Class-C threat level," Miwa said quietly. "His explosion output could seriously injure an adult. But Takumi just..."
"Walked through it like it was nothing," Hayashi finished. "Then ended it without even breaking a sweat."
"Should we..." Mizuki gestured toward the field where students were slowly gathering around Bakugo's unconscious form.
"Yes," Hayashi sighed. "We should probably check on him. And have a very long conversation with both boys tomorrow."
Though privately, he wondered what kind of conversation you could have with a student who'd just demonstrated that level of power control. Takumi hadn't injured Bakugo beyond the temporary unconsciousness—which suggested either incredible restraint or precise knowledge of exactly how much force to use.
Either possibility was... concerning.
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## Midoriya's POV
'This... I can't believe it.'
Izuku stood at the edge of the crowd, his analytical mind racing as he stared at Bakugo's motionless form. Around him, other students were starting to whisper and move, but he remained frozen in shock.
'I always suspected that Kacchan would lose, but... but this...'
He'd expected a real fight. Maybe not as intense as a pro hero battle, but something that would showcase both of their abilities. He'd imagined Ken might have some clever strategy, some way to turn Bakugo's aggression against him. He'd even considered the possibility that Ken might be genuinely stronger.
But this?
'Kacchan was defeated... with a forehead flick. Just a flick.'
The casual nature of it was what made it so devastating. Ken hadn't used some devastating finishing move or unleashed the full power of his quirk. He'd simply moved faster than the eye could follow and flicked Bakugo on the forehead like he was disciplining a misbehaving child.
'Is the difference in strength between them that large?'
Izuku turned to look at Ken's retreating figure, the tall form already disappearing around the corner of the gym. There was something almost sad about the way he'd ended the fight—not triumphant or satisfied, just... done with it. Like it had been a chore he'd needed to complete.
'No wonder he seemed so bored in class,' Izuku thought. 'If this is the level he's operating at, then being in a regular school must feel like...'
Like being a pro hero forced to attend kindergarten.
For a long moment, nobody moved.
"Is... is he okay?" someone finally whispered.
Midoriya was the first to break from the crowd, running toward where Bakugo had landed.
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## Twenty Minutes Later - School Infirmary
News of the fight spread through the school's social networks before Bakugo even regained consciousness. By the time he woke up in the nurse's office twenty minutes later, half the school was talking about how the new transfer student had ended their most feared student with a casual finger flick.
Bakugo woke up to white ceiling tiles and the smell of antiseptic. His head was pounding, and for a moment he couldn't remember where he was or why everything hurt.
"Ah, you're awake," a gentle voice said. The school nurse, an elderly woman appeared in his field of vision. "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit," Bakugo muttered, trying to sit up. His head spun, and he had to fight down a wave of nausea.
"Language," the nurse chided, but not unkindly. "You took quite a knock to the head. No concussion, thankfully, but you'll probably have a headache for the rest of the day."
Bakugo's hand went to his forehead, where he could feel a small tender spot. The memory of what had caused it made his face burn with humiliation.
Then it all came flooding back.
The challenge. The fight. He remembered.
As for the result? No one needed to tell him. His current location practically said it all.
Crack!
The nurse was slightly alarmed, only to see that the sounds were coming from Katsuki's tightening fist.
"Young man, are you feeling ok?"
"Where is he?" he didn't answer, instead asking a question of his own.
"I'm not sure who you are talking about. You were brought here by a teacher and a green haired student named Izuku. Is he the one you are looking for?"
'Deku?'
The mention of that name made his fists tighten even more.
'How ... How ... Just how ...'
'How in hell ... is he that strong?'
'What the hell is his quirk really? He was supposed to be just strong ... I should have beat him. I should have won.'
"By the way, Mr. Hayashi wants to see you first thing tomorrow morning. You have no signs of serious concussion, but you should take it easy for the rest of the day."
Bakugo wasn't listening.
His ears automatically filtering everything else while he stayed in his internal thoughts.
'Dammit!'
His mind went to the fight. 'Dammit!'
He could barely move. Barely react. And worst of all ...
He had been defeated by a flick of the other party's finger. In front of everyone. He had lost, so shamefully.
'DAMMIT!'
He slammed his fist against the bed. A loud explosion followed as he gritted his teeth in fury and sadness.
## Ken's POV - Walking Home
The analytical overlay was still active, and it was starting to drive me insane.
Every person I passed on the street triggered a flood of information. Age, health status, genetic markers, quirk classifications—it was like having the world's most invasive medical scanner permanently activated in my head.
A middle-aged businessman walking his dog: *Heart rate elevated, early signs of hypertension, quirk classification unknown, stress levels indicating work-related anxiety...*
A group of elementary school kids playing in a park: *Normal development patterns, various minor quirk manifestations, energy levels consistent with post-school recreational activity...*
Even inanimate objects weren't safe: *Structural integrity of street lamp: 73%, metal fatigue detected in lower support strut, estimated replacement needed within 18 months...*
"System status," I muttered under my breath, feeling ridiculous but desperate enough to try anything.
Nothing.
"System interface. Open menu. Help. Tutorial. Anything!"
The analytical display continued its relentless feed of information, but nothing resembling a game interface appeared. A few passersby gave me odd looks, making me realize I was talking to myself in the middle of the street.
'Great. Now I look crazy.'
I tried thinking commands instead of speaking them, but that didn't work either. Whatever this was, it wasn't responding like the systems I'd read about in web novels. It was more like having a permanent analytical ability like the ones in video games with the exception that I couldn't turn it off.
As I continued walking, the information overload started to give me a headache. I tried closing my eyes, but that just made me stumble. I tried focusing on specific things, but the display seemed to analyze everything in my field of vision automatically.
By the time I reached the shopping district near my house, I was seriously considering whether I was having some kind of mental breakdown. Maybe the stress of the transmigration, the identity issues, the fight with Bakugo—maybe it had all finally caught up with me.
Then I passed a building with large glass windows displaying electronics, and caught sight of my reflection.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
The analytical overlay immediately activated, but this time it was focused on me. My own biological data began scrolling across my vision in precise, clinical detail:
REAL-TIME SYSTEM ANALYSIS — SUBJECT: [KENNETH REI T. TAKUMI] (Self Chosen)
// ALERT: SUBJECT IS PRIMARY USER
// NEURAL FEEDBACK LOOP DETECTED
// SYNAPTIC COMPRESSION RATE: 0.0028s
// SELF-DIAGNOSTIC MODE INITIATED
// CRITICAL ANOMALY DETECTED
// BEGIN COMPREHENSIVE SCAN...
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> [SUBJECT CLASSIFICATION]
Name: Rei Takumi / Ken Takakura [DUAL MENTAL IDENTITY MARKERS DETECTED]
Biotype: Homo Sapiens Quirkus (Type 4 - Analytical Enhancement Mutation)
Sex: Male
Apparent Age: 17.14 years
Ancestry Breakdown:
- 99.2% East Asian Genomic Lineage
- 0.8% unexpressed foreign allele markers (dormant)
Genetic Modifications Detected: **EXTENSIVE CELLULAR ENHANCEMENT PRESENT**
- Unknown enhancement pattern
- Mitochondrial density: 4.7x baseline human average
- Muscle fiber composition: Type IIx dominant (97% fast-twitch)
- Bone density: 4.9x standard human baseline
**WARNING: SUBJECT'S GENOME EXCEEDS KNOWN HOMO SAPIEN PARAMETERS**
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> [CURRENT NEUROLOGICAL STATUS]
**QUIRK AWAKENING IN PROGRESS**
Brain Activity: Hyperactive - 340% above baseline
Neural Pathway Formation: ACTIVE - New synaptic connections forming at accelerated rate
Occipital Lobe Enhancement: +890% processing capacity and Increasing.
Temporal Lobe Integration: Photographic memory enhancement detected
**ESTIMATED TIME TO FULL AWAKENING: UNKNOWN**
**EFFECTS AT FULL AWAKENING: UNKNOWN**
Current Symptoms:
- Enhanced analytical processing
- Involuntary data collection and analysis
- Photographic memory activation
- Genetic trait expression beginning [RED EYE TRAIT]
Quirk Classification: **ANALYTICAL ENHANCEMENT**
Secondary Classification: **UNIDENTIFIED. REQUIRES FULL AWAKENING**
- Quirk Factor Location: Chromosome 11q23.1
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> [PHYSICAL ENHANCEMENT ANALYSIS]
**NON-QUIRK RELATED MODIFICATIONS DETECTED**
Muscle Density: +847% above human baseline
Reaction Time: 0.003 seconds (Active Superhuman threshold)
Maximum Force Output: ~45,000 N per limb
Healing Factor: Active - Cellular regeneration 23x faster than baseline
Energy Consumption: 8,900 calories/day required for maintenance
**ANOMALY: Enhancement pattern unknown - not consistent with any documented quirk type**
Cardiovascular System: Triple-chamber heart detected (impossible anatomy)
Skeletal Structure: Reinforced bone matrix with unknown composite material
Nervous System: Enhanced neural transmission speed - 340 m/s
**CONCLUSION: Subject possesses dual enhancement types**
1. Natural/Inherited Quirk (Analytical)
2. Unknown artificial enhancement (Physical)
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> [CURRENT MENTAL STATE]
Confusion Level: 89%
Stress Response: Elevated
Cognitive Dissonance: HIGH - conflicting identity markers
Memory Integration Issues: Detected fragmentation patterns
**IDENTITY CRISIS MARKERS PRESENT**
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"..."
'Hold on. What?'
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