MHA: Sword God

After spitting out a deep breath, McGrady said solemnly, "I told you that if you could solve the shortcomings of my quirk, I would sell you my life."

Then he gritted his teeth and continued, "Let's talk about it. Whatever you do, even if you fight with professional Heroes, I will accompany you to the end."

"Fight with professional Heroes?" Ken didn't react to McGrady's thoughts.

However, it was a bit funny to see McGrady's eager look.

His self-confidence had skyrocketed, but it was also a good thing.

After all, McGrady's quirk was indeed very powerful.

"There is no need to fight. As the second-in-command of the organization, you have more important things." Ken patted McGrady on the shoulder, and said deeply.

"Uh...I am the second in command?" McGrady blinked, seeming a little surprised.

He seemed to want something, and his brows were raised slightly.

His mouth was dry and said, "How many people are in the organization now?"

"You and me."

McGrady: "..."

He suddenly felt like his feelings had been wasted.

He thought that the organization was very big and housed countless people.

As it turned out, he was thinking too much.

The night ended and brilliant morning light appeared.

At this moment, Ken slowly returned to the villa and returned to his bed.

As for McGrady, who Ken had just recruited, he was busy at this moment.

Even McGrady had to admit that big things could be expected to happen in the future.

After all, Ken could enhance quirks. This could drive countless people crazy, and this enhancement was even permanent.

"Go find someone who has the ability to fight and let them join."

Thinking of what Ken had said, McGrady took the this task very seriously.

He wore a black leather jacket and sunglasses, and walked toward some 'old acquaintance' with high spirits.

After a sound sleep for the whole morning, the afternoon sun shone through the gaps of the curtains.

Ken rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

With the passage of time, Ken gradually realized the side effects of the smart chip.

If he used it too much, he would get sleepy.

And when sleeping, various data would flow in his mind, as if the smart chip was filtering and sorting them.

One week after the U.A admissions exam.

Today was just like a holiday, and nothing special happened.

But Momo was a bit anxious. As she was about to enter U.A, she was being invited by his uncle to learn under a group of tutors.

His uncle wanted Momo to excel in U.A and not make him ashamed.

As for Ken, of course, he was left to his own devices. Ken was a little happy about this.

Although he respected his uncle and auntie, and it was not a problem to come here every other day, just like a few days ago.

But he still preferred having some freedom.

Wearing a white bathrobe, Ken briefly washed his body, then put on a martial arts suit and started his daily training.

Training is boring and tedious, but for Ken, it was different.

Sword practice was like a habit that was engraved to his very being.

He had been accustomed to doing one slash vertically, then one slash horizontally.

Swish!

The violent sound of the air being split apart exploded.

The sound had not dissipated, when Ken had already performed another slash.

At this moment, Ken, who was attentively practicing didn't notice something.

At the seam of the swordsmanship hall, there was a pair of shy eyes, looking through the door from time to time.

The sound of the wooden sword tearing the air still reverberated in the hall.

However, suddenly Ken raised his brows and glanced outside the door thoughtfully.

After a long time, Ken's right hand paused slightly, and he suddenly waved towards the door.

A whirlwind that was visible to the naked eye circulated in an instant, and suddenly shot towards the gate.

"What!"

With an exclamation, the wooden door opened wide, revealing a girl with long brown hair who was dressed in a maid costume.

The girl tightly clutched her skirt that was being lifted by the whirlwind, but Ken still vaguely saw a hint of pink.

Looking at the blushing girl, Ken had a playful smile on his face.

He pretended to be angry, and said coldly, "Come in."

The young girl had a beautiful face, but her small eyes revealed the uneasiness that was currently in her inner world.

Her small mouth murmured aggrievedly, and she whispered while almost crying, "Master, I interrupted your sword practice... "

"Hahaha!"

Ken looked at the girl who had a frightened look and laughed fiercely.

He put a hand on the girl's shoulder unceremoniously, and teased, "Nacher, you have been taking care of me for so long. You still get scared so easily?"

"I..." A stunned expression flashed across Nacher's face.

When she saw Ken's expression, she knew that she had been tricked.

She lowered her head and bit her red lips silently.

Nacher, who had taken care of Ken for more than two years, was a young girl with a little cowardly personality.

But it was such a girl that impressed Ken, not because of her beautiful appearance, but because of her quirk.

[D-level quirk: Whispers (Within 300 meters, you can convey your own voice to the hearts of others.)]

When Nacher first came to this strange home, for a while, she was accompanied by Ken every day, acting as a microphone.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you. Nacher, go get me something to eat." Ken flicked Nacher's smooth forehead affectionately, and smiled.

"Okay, Master."