Chapter 1: Strength and dispair
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Not all people are born the same; Izuku Midoriya knew this better than everybody. Born to Hisashi Midoriya and Inko Midoriya in the poorest zone of the red light district with 3 siblings, the boy was so poor he could barely even afford the clothes on his back.
A piece of bread is all the boy gets for the day, and if he wants water, then Izuku needs to walk all 32 km over to the well. He wasn’t living well; he knew that, but he didn’t really care, all that mattered to the young boy was his family. Until it wasn’t...
You see, Hisashi Midoriya was a failed hero, a man that went to UA before he was pushed out of the hero program because ‘his quirk wasn’t powerful enough.' So when the four Midoriya siblings—Tatsumaki, Jihibiki, Fubuki, and Izuku—all turned four, their abusive father shouted for them to get into a line.
Thinking he was going to hit them all again, they were shocked when the man just started walking. The four children followed him, of course, walking for hours. The children panted for a break, but the father never stopped. Finally, at the dawn of midnight, they arrived at a sketchy 'doctor.’
“Father, may I ask what are we doing here?” Izuku asked and looked up at his much taller father, who looked down at the boy. With a powerful slap, the childs head was turned and Hisashi tsk’d, “We are finding you brat’s quirks.” He said with a bark as the four children looked just a little bit excited.
“Now come on, I don’t have all day.” He growled and walked inside of the really fucked-up doctor's clinic. His children followed him as they took turn after turn. Finally, the 5 people were guided into the correct place as a doctor sat them down and looked at them with a mock-friendly look.
“Ahh, hello, mister Midoriya,” he said while twirling his mustache, “Tsk, hello doctor, I’ve come to find out the quirks of my brats here.” He said with a growl as he forcefully tugged on the four children. They all looked up at the doctor with an emotionless look, their dirty faces and their curled up hair making them look homeless.
“Ah, yes!” The doctor said with a grin as he stood up, "Well, if you’d excuse me, who would like to be first?” He asked and the shortest, Tatsumaki’s hand was shot up instantly and silently. “I wish to be first.” She said, and the doctor nodded with the same grin as he grabbed her.
Tatsumaki and the doctor disappeared for a couple moments, and Izuku wondered if she would even be back. But, after 10 minutes, the girl and the doctor came back. “Good news, Tatsumaki-chan here has a quirk,” the doctor said and Hisashi nodded. “Good,” he said and threw Jihibiki over to the doctor, who took the girl with a grin.
After 30 more minutes, it was finally Izuku’s time. He felt himself getting thrown over to the doctor, his thick arms grabbing Izuku roughly as he shivered. “Right, Izuku-kun, sit down, please,” he said with a neutral look. Izuku nodded and sat down.
“And we’re done.” The doctor said and Izuku looked at him, "Sorry, kid, but you don’t have a quirk.” The doctor said, and Izuku walked out, looking up at his father. The man glared down at him. “So?” the massive male said, and Izuku murmured a little that Hisashi couldn’t hear. “Speak up, brat!” Hisashi said and slapped the kid, who this time fell to the ground.
“I-i’m quirkless,” Izuku said, and Hisashi’s nose produced a thick fog. “What?” he asked with a growl as fire came out of the mouth. “I-i don’t have a quirk,” he said again and Hisashi slapped him once more. “I know what it means!” He shouted and stood up, grabbing the rest of his children by the wrists.
Izuku behind followed his sisters and his father, looking down at the ground as he heard the insults and cursing that Hisashi threw at him. He walked through the dirt path riddled with garbage and needles, the many homeless people around him looking at him with either crazed eyes or dismissive eyes.
When they got back, after another half-day of walking, Izuku watched as the three of his siblings walked inside the door of his miniscule house. But when he went to walk into his house, a strong arm stopped him. “2000 yen,” was all his father said. Izuku stuttered as he walked back.
“W-what?” Izuku asked as he gulped, “Since you decided to be useless, you’ll have to cough up 2000 yen to enter.” Hisashi said with a sneer as he backhanded Izuku back. “Now go, you fucking mistake; I don’t want to see you until you have enough money.” Hisashi spit at Izuku as he walked away.
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Izuku would not be seen by his family for a long time. Inko, his mother, cried herself to sleep at night and would spend the whole day looking for Izuku. His siblings didn’t have enough time to look for Izuku, as they were trained and tortured by their father. And Hisashi didn’t care that his pathetic, useless son was gone.
Meanwhile, Izuku was wondering the deserted streets of the red light district; for months he was forced to hunt after rats and mice, going through the garbage and even robbing people. But then…
“Soo… hungry.” Izuku said as he looked around the place, he didn’t even know where he was, and he didn’t even know how long it’s been since he was kicked out. Walking around the trashy landscape, Izuku kicked an aluminum can; his frame was skinny—way to skinny, like a skeleton with skin.
He barely had any rags on his body; his feet were bloody and bruised due to the fact his shoes had been torn apart and scattered. He tried to find a trashcan but couldn’t; he had searched the whole area and there was nothing. “I guess this is it…” Izuku said as he looked around for one last time, but his eyes widened as he saw a big man dressed in a suit with sunglasses holding two briefcases.
‘Thank god,’ Izuku thought and began following the man; he was going to rob him, but how. Grabbing a big, heavy rock, Izuku hid it behind his ragged clothes. "Yes, boss, I’m coming soon.” The man said and started to hurry. Izuku hurried along with him, wincing the man cursed as he stepped on jagged rocks.
Then the man stopped. “Fucking hell,” he muttered and bent down to take his shoe off to empty it of the big rock that had gotten inside. Izuku took this chance, gripping tightly on the rock and grabbing with both hands. Izuku used all his strength as he hit the man directly on the man’s head, dropping it afterwards. With a swift and loud scream, the man fell down, unconscious.
Izuku’s chapped lips turned into a smile, a grin. Giving a short snort, Izuku went over and grabbed the two heavy briefcases, dragging them behind him over to a shadowed alley that he could hide inside. “Lets see where the money is.” Izuku said with a grin as he opened the first of the two brief cases. “What the…?” Izuku said as he looked at the multiple viles and needles full of green liquid.
“No…” Izuku breathed out as he looked at the liquid, “I don’t want that…” He said in a hoarse throat, putting the briefcase to the side, Izuku opened the other one. “Yes!” He said as he looked at the many, many, 1000 yen bills.
But his joy was short-lived as Izuku looked up, “There he is!” A voice shouted as Izuku closed the briefcase. “Come here, kid! Give us our fucking money back!” A voice shouted, and Izuku started running. ‘Damn it!’ Izuku thought as he tried to run. ‘Dead end!’ Izuku shouted in thought as he looked up at the very, very tall walls.
"Hah, it looks like you can’t run away anymore!” One of the men, a big, tall man with a crocodile mutant type, said as he went to grab the boy. Izuku tried to weave and dodge the man, but the small little boy was nearly instantly picked up and body slammed by the massive man. Spitting out some spit, Izuku’s vision began swimming but he never let go of the briefcase’s.
The tall mutant leaned over him, his toothy grin sharp and threatening. “You really thought you could steal from us, kid? Pathetic.” His voice was low and gravelly, filled with malice. The other men surrounded Izuku, closing in like a pack of wolves ready to tear him apart.
“I didn’t—” Izuku started, his voice barely a whisper, but before he could finish, a sharp kick from one of the thugs landed on his ribs. The pain was immediate, radiating through his body like fire, but Izuku’s determination kept him clutching the briefcases.
“Shut up,” another man snarled, a scarred thug who seemed eager to deal the next blow. He raised his foot to stomp down on Izuku’s arm, aiming to break his grip on the money.
“Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way,” the crocodile man said with a snarl. “You give us back our briefcases, and we let you go with a warning, or we just simply kill you,” he said with a grin as he put one of his sharp claws up to Izuku’s throat. “F-fine, give me a minute,” Izuku said and the crocodile man let go and stepped away.
Izuku trembled on the ground, clutching the briefcases, as he trembled on his way up on his feet. He could feel the warm trickle of blood running from his mouth, but none of it mattered. Not right now.
With every ounce of strength left in his broken body, Izuku threw the briefcases toward the crocodile man’s feet. "Take it!" he shouted through the pain, his eyes brimming with hatred and tears. The crocodile man stepped forward, his toothy grin widening as he reached down to pick them up.
But in that split second, a different fire ignited in Izuku’s eyes. His hand darted toward the discarded glass shard he’d used earlier. "DIE!" Izuku screamed and thrust the shard upward, aiming for the crocodile man's throat.
The thug barely had time to react as the jagged edge met flesh. A guttural howl erupted from the mutant as he staggered back, blood spurting from his neck. Izuku rolled out of the way just as another thug swung at him in retaliation, but he was quick. Desperation fueled his speed, and he darted between their legs, grabbing one of the briefcases and running as fast as his legs could carry him.
The croc man’s snarling voice bellowed behind him, “GET HIM! I WANT THAT KID DEAD!” But Izuku didn’t look back. He knew this could be the end, but his feet moved anyway, carrying him deeper into the maze-like streets of the red-light district.
‘Please say I grabbed the money!’ Izuku thought as he looked down at the briefcase, twisting and turning to get away, the boy found himself in another alley. He hid behind a dumpster and opened the briefcase. ‘Shit!’ he thought in a curse as he had grabbed the briefcase with green viles instead of the money.
“Where are you, kid, I’m going to fucking kill you!” The crocodile man shouted as he came closer and closer to the boy. Izuku panicked, and he grabbed all of the viles and emptied one of the trashbags inside of the dumpster. Putting the many viles inside of it, Izuku wrapped the bag up and placed it inside of his ragged pants.
Izuku continued hiding behind the dumpster; he tried to make himself look as small as humanly possible. “There he is!” A man shouted and picked up Izuku, “There is the little shitty brat!” The crocodile man shouted and decided to punch the little kid. Izuku’s head flew back, crimson-colored blood flying from his mouth as he was sent back to the ground.
“Tsk, such a weak punk.” The man said, his wound heavily bandaged and his grin gone from his face. Izuku’s green emerald eyes blink, and his eyelids got heavy, but he forced himself to stay awake as he glared up at the men. “You know, I wanted to just kill you, but now I’m going to make you suffer.” The crocodile man said as he stood up straight. “Fuck you, kid,” He said for the last time as Izuku was knocked out by a strong kick to the ribs.
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Another scream; that was the 5th one she had given today, but how could she not? She was a little girl, 4 or 5 years old, receiving a full-power shin-kick to the stomach. Fubuki looked up at her father with a glare. It’s been a full 6 months ever since the monster took her brother away from her and her sisters. And they have been training their bodies and quirks for 8 hours a day ever since.
“Fubuki, get up,” Hisashi said as she screamed, Fubuki did so standing on her red, feverishly hot and sore feet. Her knees wobbled, her vision blurred with tears, but Fubuki stood, determined not to give her father the satisfaction of seeing her broken.
Hisashi grunted, his cold, emotionless eyes drilling into her. He didn’t care if they cried, if they bled, or if they collapsed from exhaustion—he only cared about their progress. He had one goal: to forge his children into weapons, tools of vengeance to claim the legacy he believed he was cheated out of.
Fubuki’s quirk, "Cryokinesis," had begun to manifest over the past few months. She could lower the temperature around her and create small flurries of snow and ice crystals, but her control was weak, and Hisashi was relentless. He’d push her and her siblings to their breaking points every single day.
The once timid, sweet girl was being hardened into something unrecognizable, but no matter how much pain she endured, she never stopped thinking about Izuku. Where was he? Was he alive?
"Again!" Hisashi barked, slamming his foot into the dirt next to her. Fubuki winced but held her ground. Her tiny fists clenched at her sides, and her teeth gritted together as she focused on her quirk. The air around her began to chill, and frost spread across the ground in jagged lines. Ice crystals formed around her feet, growing, spreading, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.
“Fubuki, focus! You want to end up like that useless brother of yours?” His words cut deeper than any physical blow.
Fubuki bit back a sob, refusing to let her father see her weakness. She closed her eyes and concentrated harder, summoning more power, more ice, forcing her quirk to bend to her will. The ground beneath her began to freeze, the air growing colder, until a thin layer of frost coated her father’s shoes. But before she could stop it, the frost crept up his legs. Hisashi’s eyes widened in rage, and with a snarl, he backhanded her across the face, sending her sprawling.
“Your useless, just like your useless brother!” He shouted as the small 5-year-old spit out blood, the crimson liquid splattering on the dirty ground. “Now get up and do it again!” Hisashi shouted as Fubuki stood up.
While Hisashi continued barking at Fubuki, Tatsumaki, the oldest, watched from the side with darkened eyes. Her quirk, "Whirlwind," was the most powerful among the siblings, but even she had grown resentful of their father’s cruelty. She clenched her fists, the wind around her swirling in subtle waves of power, but she didn’t dare interfere. Hisashi wouldn’t hesitate to turn on her too.
Feeling a hand on her shoulder, the curly-haired girl looked back to see the second-born, Jihibiki. The younger girl shook her head, and Tatsumaki breathed out, the wind around her calming down into a light breeze. Jihibiki smiled at her and squeezed the oldest shoulder before going back to her drawn circle.
“Now, you three useless brats! I want 100 sit-up! 100 push-ups! 100 squats! And then a 30-minute plank!” Hisashi shouted, and the three girls started without a word.
“Hmmmnggghh, where am I?” Izuku asked as he looked around, It was cold; that was all he knew… well as the fact that he was in pain and that he was sitting on some rusty steel. “Hey… psst, new guy.” Izuku looked over to the place he heard the raspy tone. “Y-yeah,” Izuku squeeked out before he coughed and spit out some vile from his throat.
“What’s in the bag?” The scratchy voice said once more, a scarred, dirty hand reached out and pointed to the garbage bag that Izuku forgot he had got with him. Izuku looked to the bag, his beaten-up form reaching out to the bag and grabbing it, pulling it close to himself and opening it.
He pulled out one of the viles of the luminescent green liquid. “What’s that?” The voice asked, and Izuku could finally get a look of the owner of the voice. It was a boy, around 10-11 years old, with red glowing eyes, pale alabaster skin, tinged yellow teeth and shaggy neck-length blue-ish gray hair. “Some kind of drug.” Izuku answered as he put down the vile again.
The boys chapped lips morphed in a grin as he began to scratch himself on the neck. “Heh, how’d you get that in here?” The boy asked and Izuku shrugged, “I don’t know honestly,” Izuku answered and the red-eyed boy looked at the drugs. “Do you know what they do?” The boy asked and Izuku shook his head.
“No idea.” He answered and the boy snorted, “I was stealing something from some rando’s and picked the wrong briefcase, so they beat me up and now i’m here.” Izuku said and the boy whistled, “Steal? Thats pretty badass.” The silence after that was deafening, for around a minute before Izuku’s voice rose again.
“Where are we?” He asked and the boy raised an eyebrow, “You don’t know? Huh, guess the NPC’s really did get worse with the new DLC, not even giving a tutorial.” The boy sighed, “Anyway, we are in an underground cage fight, where two random people fight to the death for a crouds amusement.” Shigraki said and Izuku’s eyes widened.
Izuku’s heart dropped; the steel beneath his feet felt the cold steel almost burn into his flesh. “A cage fight?!” he whisper-shouted, which made the older boy laugh. “Yeah, a no-holds full-out cage fight,” the boy said with a grin, “You can even use your quirk.”
“Fuck…” Izuku said quietly but the boy heard it, “What?” he asked with the same grin. “N-nothing,” Izuku stuttered out and spoke faster than the other boy could. “A-anyway, what's your name?” Izuku coughed to clear his throat as he shifted his position.
The boy’s grin faded and he looked just a little too serious for an 11-year-old. “Tenko, just Tenko,” the boy answered and Izuku nodded. “How about you? You look just a little too young to be here.” Izuku winched and looked at the older boy.
“My name is Izuku, and I'm 4.” Izuku said and Tenko's eyes widened with eagerness and just a little insanity. “4?! Now that's fucked up,” Tenko said with a laugh as his eyes crinkled up and his grin grew.
Izuku sweat-dropped, ‘I don't think he is sane,’ Izuku thought and looked at the laughing older boy. “Haha, a four-year-old in a cage arena, full of deadly adults, that's way too funny!” Tenko laughed out loud as he bowed his head down to the floor in laughter.
“Aww, man, you better have some extremely powerful quirk or else your screwed!” Tenko laughed as his red eyes locked onto Izuku’s green one’s. Izuku flinched as he looked away from Tenko’s eyes. “I-i’m quirkless,” the boy muttered but the 11-year-old didn’t hear it.
“What was that?” He asked and Izuku scowled. “I’m quirkless,” he said in a low growl. Tenko blinked owlishly, his grin fading, and a half-shocked look appeared on his face. “Bwahaha! Your quirkless?! That's so funny! Your fucked Izuku, there is no way you even last your first fight!” Tenko shouted while laughing.
He repliedly banged his head into the steal cage, a loud bang, bang, bang, sound resonating, along with the insane laughs of the boy. ‘He is definitely not sane,’ Izuku thought with a deadpan as he reached inside the boy's cage and tried to slap him in the back of his head.
That's before it was grasped in a four-finger hold, “Hahah... You're going to be a funny kid, Izuku, I can already tell.” Tenko said as he threw Izuku’s still-attached arm back at him. Izuku winched as he grabbed his wrist, “You have a strong grip,” Izuku complimented.
“Thanks, I guess,” the blue-haired boy muttered back and a comfortable silence appeared. “Hey, Tenko,” Izuku asked and Tenko looked over at him. “When is the next fight?” Izuku asked and Tenko thought about it: “There are new fights every day, but don't worry, there is a small chance that it's your turn.”
Izuku let out a small breath as he once again shifted in his cage. “Guess I have to train then, huh?” Izuku asked with a mock grin as he stood up. He looked around and the cage at least looked big enough so he could do some average exercises in it.
“Train? Hmm, guess that couldn't be too bad.” Tenko said and stood up in his own cage. “You know, Izuku, for a four-year-old, you seem to be pretty intelligent.” Tenko said and Izuku nodded as he went into a push-up position.
“Yeah, my… Sperm, donor? Did I say that right?” Izuku asked the older boy, who nodded with a grin. “My sperm donor of a father was a massive asshole that forced me and my 3 siblings to study and learn very hard things from a very young age.”
Tenko was impressed by this 4-year-old's abilities. His intelligence was very high and his will was even higher, but his physicals could use some work. Which is why Izuku was currently cranking out as many pushups as he could without breaking something.
It seemed like 15 was the max for the 4 year old as he fell down flat. But instead of taking a break, the boy decided to go over to the next, sit ups. Tenko looked at the kid, he was very impressed, but he wasn't a fool, the kid would have to work very hard and be very lucky in order to not being absolutely destroyed by the adults he would be facing.
Izuku continued his training, going from sit ups to squats. Then back to push-ups until he physically couldn't do another rep of those exercises. Then he sat down and thought, thought about what fighting style would be best. And it came pretty easily, a four year old wasn't very strong, so trying to overwhelm people with sheer strength and size would be laughable at best.
No instead he would use speed and agility to surprise and dodge the bigger adults. So that what he was training for, with the help of the more knowledgable Tenko, Izuku began training in explosive exercises. Such as jumping squats, jumping lunges and just the ability to accelerate quickly.
This along with reaction time training, which incorporated Tenko throwing rocks at him, Izuku had a solid foundation of a training routine. As to why Tenko was helping him? He thought the kid was funny, and interesting, at least more interesting than the adults.
This went on for a couple months, where the 4 year old Izuku would do nothing but train, eat and sleep. Everyday, Izuku would get better and better, stronger, faster. He would never take break, always working for a chance to possibly survive.
“Your really going at it, aren't you brat?” Tenko asked the boy and Izuku just grinned. Pare the request of Tenko, the boy had implemented punches and kicks to the metal cage. This helped Izuku with his skill in fighting, along with thoughening up his legs and arms. It also helped with dulling pain bad making him more used to the feeling.
Dodging a stone that Tenko chucked at him Izuku’s eyes sparkled. “Of course, I don't want to die do I?” Izuku asked and Tenko grinned. “Guess not,” he said and then chucked another stone at Izuku who dodged. “But, your still really fucking lucky,” Tenko stated, “Its been 3 months, you haven't even fought yet,” Tenko sneered and Izuku laughed.
Thats before the light turned on and the sound of guards marching was heard. Izuku and Tenko stopped and looked at the guards before they finally stopped at Izuku’s cage. “Hah, guess it's finally your turn,” Tenko laughed as he pointed at Izuku who blew a raspberry at him.
“You jinxed it,” he complained and the guards roughly pulled him out of the cage. “Shut up dog,” they growled and started pulling him along. “You better win, brat!” Tenko shouted at him, Izuku shouted something back but Tenko couldn't hear it clearly.
‘Guess this is it, my first fight.” Izuku thought as he shielded his eyes form the light of the arena. The crowd’s cheers went silent as they looked at the small four year old boy. Then they started murmuring and Izuku scoffed, “Just because I'm young doesn't doesn't mean I'm weak.” He muttered and looked over at the other side of the caged ring.
A big muscly man with soulless blue eyes and dirty blond hair. He was half naked with his very muscular torso out and straining with veins. “Tsk, what's this? A little brat, have they really gone so low to pick toddlers?” He asked as he looked at Izuku. Izuku glared up at him as he went into his botched and modified kick-boxing stance.
The man chuckled dryily as he looked at the 4 year old go into a totally wrong stance. “I’ll amuse you kid,” The man said and went into his own slightly better fighting stance. Then the anouncer started started talking.
“WEEELLLLCOOME LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” He shouted loudly and Izuku had to pluck his ears in order to not get deaf. “Today, in the right corner we have HAAAMUUND, the killer without reason.” The shouted and everybody cheered, and Hamund stood and bowed. “And on the other side we have, Izuku, a random kid.”
This time nobody cheered and Izuku sweat dropped. ‘Favouritism much?’ He asked himself but then focused back on Hamund. The announcer kept quiet for a bit as the tension roise. That's before he began the countdown. “3, 2… 1… begin!” He shouted and the two fighters didn't even bat an eye.
They continued to stare at eachother letting the tension rise. ‘This kid is at least somewhat desent.’ Hamund thought as he looked at the kid, he could feel that he was nervious, and properly scared as well, but he didn't let it control him. Izuku started to walk foward, slowly, which Hamund replicated.
Izuku could tell that Hamund was underestimating him, the man’s posture was slouched and his eyes where bored as he looked at Izuku. That was a good thing, because Izuku knew that he couldn't beat the man if he actually tried. They continued walking until they where within arms reached when they stopped.
The two males began circling each other counter clockwise, for a little until Hamund threw a sloppy left huck thinking it would connect. But Izuku grinned and took a step forward swiftly and hit the man directly in the solar plexus with all his power, a lucky hit. The man staggered back a little, grabbing the middle of his chest.
Izuku grinned as Hamund staggered, the boy hopped like a grasshopper at the man and slammed his small weight into him. That combined with the sudden loss of air caused the man the fall on his back, still clutching his chest. The anouncer and the crowd was in shock and awe, as a 4 year old was beating a trained adult killer.
The fall directly on his back made it so more air got knocked out of him. Hamund had his eyes widened and was clutching his solar plexus trying to breath. Then Izuku did the unthinkable and clocked the man directly in his testicles making him scream a silent scream.
Izuku snickered and continued until he was bleeding from his lower regions. “L-looks like Izuku is winning somehow…” The announcer said in shock and laughter as he looked at a4 year old dominating an adult by giving him constant nut shots.
Izuku’s eyes narrowed as he saw the man breathing more steadily. But before Hamund could really do anything, Izuku jumped high in the air and fell right on his ribcage. The boy grinned as he heard a couple ribs crack and Hamund scream.
“Yeah, scream for me!” Izuku shouted with glee as he stepped down and kicked the man with abnormal force for a four year old. Izuku grinned a little but decided to finally end it as he put a foot on the older man’s throat and pressed down as hard as he could.
Hamunds face began turning red, and Izuku put his second foot on the man’s throat. Hamunds face turned purple and then white as he lost consciousness. Izuku stepped off Hamund’s throat and picked up the man's head.
Looking to the kinda bored crowd Izuku shouted. “And for my final trick!” He shouted which got everyone’s attention. With a wicked grin, Izuku smashed the man’s head down as hard as he could. Blood erupted from the head and the sound of flesh against stone was heard.
Dark red gore oozed out and painted the stone floor with Hamunds blood. Izuku deciding he wasn't done, picked the man up again and continued to smash him down again and again, until his skull cracked. Turning him over Izuku snapped a big piece of his skull off.
Standing up, Izuku presented it to everyone before he stabbed the man that tried to kill him multiple times in the heart. The crowd made many differnet noises as Izuku was covered in more and more blood before he finally stopped and covered the piece of bone in his shirt.
Standing over his second kill with lifeless green eyes, blood staining every part of the four year. Izuku spat him in the face and walked away. “U-uhh… Damn… O-oh yeah, w-winner Izuku!” The man said and everyone was silent in shock.
“Tsk, what bullshit excuse,” Tatsumaki grumbled as she and her sisters walked outside in the outskirts of the red light district. “What a fucking asshole,” Fubuki scowled as she looked around the place. “Sending out his underage daughters searching for jobs because he can’t pay rent himself.” Jihibiki sneered as she kicked a rock.
“At least we can search for Izuku-kun out here.” Fubuki said and Tatsumaki rolled her eyes, “Izuku, is properly dead, it's been 3 years.,” She said and the other two glared at her. “Shut up, I don't believe you.” Jihibiki spat as she kicked another rock. Tatsumaki grumbled a little and the silence returned.
Fubuki, Tatsumaki, and Jihibiki were all 7 now, close to eight, and they haven't found a clue of Izuku. Each of the sisters handled their emotions differently—Tatsumaki with aggressive determination, Fubuki with hardened skepticism, and Jihibiki with a quiet hope.
As they trudged through the dimly lit streets, Jihibiki suddenly froze. "Wait," she said, her piercing eyes narrowing when she noticed some dubious men hanging out in an alleyway. Their muttering voices and sly glances didn’t sit right with her. "We should ask them," she suggested, her voice laced with suspicion.
Fubuki hesitated. "You really think they’d know anything?"
"Why not?" Jihibiki shrugged. "We’ve got nothing to lose."
The three sisters approached cautiously. Tatsumaki led the way, her arms crossed, exuding a force of confidence. "Hey," she said, loud enough to draw the men’s attention. "We’re looking for someone. A kid. Have you seen a boy, about this tall—green hair, green eyes?"
The men exchanged glances before one of them snickered. "Green hair, huh? Ain’t seen no kid like that around here."
"Check the underground fights," another one said lazily, earning an elbow from his companion. "That’s where they take the new meat. But if it’s been years? Forget it. Kid's probably long gone."
"Underground fights?" Fubuki asked, her stomach sinking.
"Yeah, they scoop up kids sometimes," the man continued, ignoring the warning looks from his buddies. "Get 'em in the ring. Cage matches. Heard there’s a big one tonight. Could be your lucky day."
Jihibiki’s jaw clenched. "Where?"
"North end of the district," the man muttered. "But don’t get your hopes up."
The sisters exchanged worried glances, each of them knowing exactly what was at stake. Fubuki clenched her fists. "We’re going."
-2 years earlier-
Back in the underground arena, Izuku was being dragged out of the ring by the guards, his small body shaking with exhaustion but his mind still wired from the fight. His fists were bloodied, and his heart pounded in his chest. He hadn’t wanted to kill, but once the adrenaline hit, something inside him had snapped. He could still hear the sickening crunch of bone as Hamund’s skull caved in.
He was led back to the dark holding cells, his muscles aching from the sudden release of tension. Tenko was waiting for him, leaning casually against the bars of his cage, a twisted grin on his face.
“You survived,” Tenko said, his red eyes glinting in the dim light. “Guess you’re not completely useless after all.”
Izuku didn’t reply. He sat down heavily in his own cage, his hands trembling slightly. The guilt was starting to creep in now that the fight was over. He’d done what he had to do to survive, but he didn’t feel triumphant.
“Hey,” Tenko said, tossing a ragged cloth through the bars. “Wipe off the blood, you look like a horror show.”
Izuku took the cloth but didn’t move to clean himself off. He stared down at his hands, flexing them slowly. Was this what his life was now? Fighting for survival in some underground hellhole?
“How do you do it?” Izuku finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “How do you live like this?”
Tenko’s grin faded slightly, his expression becoming more serious. “You don’t live,” he said quietly. “You survive. That’s all you can do here. Strength is all that matters.”
The silence between them stretched on as the distant sound of the crowd cheering for the next fight echoed through the walls. Izuku didn’t know how long he could keep doing this, but he knew one thing for sure—he couldn’t let himself die here. He had to find a way out, no matter what.
As he sat there, lost in his thoughts, a flicker of hope began to rise within him. His sisters. If they were still out there, if they hadn’t given up on him yet—he had to get out and find them.
And with that thought, Izuku clenched his fists tighter, a new determination hardening in his chest. He wasn’t just going to survive anymore. He was going to escape.
And he was going to reunite with his family. And he was going to get strong enough to destroy anything standing in his way. “Tenko,” Izuku said and looked over at at Tenko, who looked back at him. “We are going to escape,” He said and Tenko’s mouth twitched as air escaped his nose. “What?” Izuku asked and Tenko started laughing.
“You are so unhinged, I love it!”
-2 years later-
Izuku is now 6 years old, and he has grown a lot. Due to a growth spurt, Izuku is now around half the height of the average person. He continued his training, using bursts of speed to finish his fights quickly. Izuku used his fights in order to spar and hone his techniques, using his bursts in speed and his insane strength (for a seven-year-old) to mutalate and destroy his opponents.
Izuku had become colder, not a lot, but he could kill now, not because he fought nothing of it, just because he pushed the thoughts and feelings back. As the boy was training, working furiously, two guards came up and banged loudly on the cage. “Its your turn, brat, your fighting again.” Guard one said as he opened the door and dragged Izuku out of his cage.
Izuku stumbled forward but steadied himself, taking in a deep breath. He wasn’t the same scared boy who had entered this place months ago. His muscles were leaner, his reflexes sharper. Tenko had helped him get stronger, and his own relentless training had paid off. He would survive today, just like every day before.
As the guards led him out, the distant sounds of the arena crowd grew louder. But there was something else too—voices, oddly familiar voices. He caught snippets of a conversation and whispers about a group of girls asking questions, looking for someone.
Hope filled Izuku’s heart as he looked frantically in the crowd; even when the fight started, Izuku was distracted trying to find them. Until his eyes met with theirs, green eyes meeting three other pairs of green eyes. Jihibiki’s eyes widened; he was actually in there?! She hadn't thought he would actually be here.
“He’s here!” Fubuki half-shouted, barely heard due to the crowd, “Oh my god, what happened to him?!?” Jihibiki asked as she put her hands to her mouth, tears building in her eyes. “We have to get him out of there!” Tatsumaki shouted; she was angry at her father and the people that ran this.
The bright green-haired girl walked over to the railing, glaring down at Izuku’s opponent, but she also looked a little freaked out. “Is that really Izuku?” She asked herself in a whisper; she watched a little scared as Izuku beat up the adult man brutally.
“We need to do something; I don’t want to see him like this anymore.” Jihibiki spoke, almost crying. “I agree,” Fubuki said with a grimis. “Of fucking course we have to,” Tatsumaki snarled. She was gripping the railing hard, watching as the fight took a turn and Izuku started losing, getting more and more bloody.
The air around her started to pick up like a storm; no one noticed at first until she finally shouted as loud as she could and tried to attack the man. “FUCK YOU! DON’T TOUCH MY BROTHER!” She shouted and with rage, using her wind to sweep up the man and throw him directly into the wall.
“Woah! Woah, hold on ladies and gentlemen, a spectator has decided to interrupt the match!” The announcer shouted as he watched Tatsumaki attack the man. The crowd booed and shouted at Tatsumaki, who was now panting and sweating due to the outburst.
Izuku, bloody and beaten, looked up at his sister; he was shocked. When did she become that powerful? He stood up on shaking legs and cleared his eyesight; it looked like that one attack had taken a lot out of Tatsumaki, even though all of the training he knew she had done.
Then, guards began to attack, running up to his sisters with knives and blunt force weapons. Izuku looked on in shock; he couldn’t move and didn’t have the power to move as his sisters were attacked. But finally, when he heard their screams, Izuku went into a breakneck scream, but he was too late. They were definitely going to get stabbed, going to die right in front of him because he couldn’t move.
Why was he so weak? Why couldn’t he protect them? Why couldn’t he move sooner, god damnit! Tears began flooding Izuku’s tears as the weapons inched closer and closer. This was it; his sisters were going to die, and he was going to be put back in his cage. “Wait, wait, what the fuck?! THE ARENA IS TURNING INTO DUST!” the announcer shouted, and just as he had said, the arena was quickly crumbling into grey dust and disappearing.
When suddenly Tenko walked out, with a syringe in his forearm, he had a mad grin on his face, and his pupils were mostly gone. Tenko had taken the drug in those syringes he had sneaked in and destroyed the whole arena; it seems like it made quirks way more powerful but also made the user lose control. Izuku smiled gratefully at him and dashed at his sisters
Catching their small bodies in his bigger and more muscular body. “What the fuck?!” One of the men shouted but was then kicked in the throat by Izuku on his way down. “Fubuki, Jihibiki, Tatsumaki! Are you three okay?!” Izuku asked, checking them for injuries and launching a right huck at a man that tried to hit him from behind.
“Yes, we are alright, Izuku!” Jihibiki said and hugged her brother with tears in her eyes. Izuku hugged her back briefly. “Come on, we need to get out of here; we can celebrate later!” Izuku said and looked them in the eyes. “This way, we have to get something before!” Izuku started running, holding Tatsumaki and Fubuki’s hands while Jihibiki was on his back due to her emotional state.
“What are we getting, Izuku?!” Fubuki asked in a panic as Izuku ran over to the cages and over to his, grabbing the trashbag full of drugs before he started running in a random direction again. “There, now we can get out of here!” Izuku closed his eyes due to the dust that was almost snowing down.
It looked a little weird now, just a lot of cages in the middle of nothing due to the destruction of the building. Izuku had no idea where the ring actually was; he thought it was underground, but it looks like it was just in the middle of a big meadow. But that worked in his favor, as he just kept running while holding on to his siblings.
But then Izuku hears a shout—a shout of rage. He looks back, still holding onto his siblings and he sees the crocodile man that brought him here in the first place. Izuku scowls, glaring up at the man who has a crazed grin on his reptile face. “You, brat, you're the reason for all of this; you're the reason why the psycho destroyed everything I worked for!” He shouted and his grin transformed into a scowl.
Izuku placed down his sisters who looked at him in shock, “Go, I’m going to hold him off.” Izuku said and his sisters tried to project, “But Izuku-” Jihibiki said and Izuku cut her off, “I’m going to find you, don’t worry.” The three sisters looked at him in shock and Tatsumaki punched him with tears. “You better come back safe, Idiot.” She said and the three sisters ran away from the destruction.
“Come here brat! I’m gonna kill you!” The man shouted, launching towards Izuku with his mouth wide and his right arm cocked back. Izuku waited, bending his knees and cocking his own arm back, aiming for the croc-man’s stomach. Bursting forward, Izuku launched his punch, hitting dead-on, but nothing happened. “Huh?!” The green haired youngster breathed out with shock.
Then Izuku feels a terrible pain, his shoulder and clavicle bones crunching and breaking. He lets out a bloodcurdling scream, looking over at his shoulder to see Kuroko biting down on his shoulder hard. Izuku fights through the pain, trying to find something that can hurt Kuroko, then a lightbulb lights up in his head.
Rummaging through his tearing pockets of his stolen pants, Izuku grabs a hold of the sharp skull fragment from his first fight. Grabbing it tightly and then forcing it into Kuroko’s side, forcing it deeply. Kuroko roars and lets go of Izuku, the skull fragment still stuck in his side.
“Damn brat!” Kuroko growled as he pulled out the blood-soaked piece of bone, throwing it on the ground. Izuku looked at him with a glare, holding on to his shoulder, his arm slumping down unusable. Rain began falling, and thunder struck around them as they glared at each other.
‘Fuck, there is no way I can win; I have to get out of here.’ Izuku thinks as he looks around him for a brief moment.
‘...’
‘...’
‘BANG!’
Once the thunder struck, Izuku ran, taking the brief flash of light as a distraction to run for his life.
“Tsk, you think it would be that easy?” Kuroko asked as he began to chase after the young fighter, using his longer legs to easily catch up to him. Making a mocking laugh, Kuroko grabbed the boy by his arm and hoisted him up, snarling his long dangerous teeth at him.
Izuku yelped, fortunately or unfortunately, it was his good arm that he was picked up by, “You, brat, look at what you did!” The villain shouted as he pointed at the bare wasteland. “You did that! Killed all those people! And for what?! To save those three other brats?!” He shouted, dilution plaguing his mind as Izuku had nothing to do with the destruction of the fighting ring, he only took advantage of it.
“You screwed me over! Totally fucked everything I’ve worked for! Now the heroes are going to get here, and I'm going to be imprisoned for the rest of my goddamn life!” He snarled at Izuku which turned into a predatory grin. “But, since you fucked my life, let me fuck yours too!” He shouted and bit into Izuku’s arm with all his force.
Bone crunched again and Izuku screamed, blood was sent flying and he was dropped down to the ground. Not because the man let go, but because his arm did, looking down through the throbbing pain. Izuku’s eyes widened as he saw it, the mangled stump that was his arm, decapitated at the bicep.
His vision swam and he felt like vomiting, but then he did, as Kuroko stepped right on his stomach. “Yes, fucking die you bastard child!” Kuroko shouted and grabbed Izuku by the throat with one arm. “F…fuck… you,” Izuku breathed out and Kuroko growled, grabbing tighter, The man cocked his arm back.
“See you in fucking hell, brat!” He shouted and threw Izuku right over the cliff that the underground fighting arena was placed on. Hurling through the air, Izuku looked panicked, and his vision swirled as he began free falling. He wanted to see if he could find something to help him, but, guess it wasn’t meant to be. ‘Guess this is it,’ Izuku thought, closing his eyes and accepting his fate.
‘Goodbye Tatsumaki, Jihibiki, Fubuki, and mom; I’m lying to you, and I’m sorry for being a bad broth-’ And even before Izuku could finish his thought, he splattered on the ground, dead at the young age of seven.
Chapter 2: Unfortunate Things Happened
Summary:
After his so-called death, Izuku Midoriya wakes up with some magical screen floating above him. He shrugs it off and decides to train harder. Why? He has no idea. Meanwhile, the other side of the Midoriya family isn't doing so well, until it all turns around and the siblings meet a certain pro.
Notes:
I tried to fit the rest of the backstory before UA but I didn't want to go over 8000 words so I'll save it for the next chapter that will properly arrive, like in a trillion years or so... Anyway, I hope you like the chapter, I'll try to get the next one out sooner but with my current track record, ehh I dont know about that.
Chapter Text
“Fucking hell!” Tenko shouted as he stumbled into an alleyway, bloody, beaten, sleep-deprived, and out of stamina. Clutching against the wall, Tenko slowly slid down it, his temple and chest bleeding as he felt the life seep out of him. “Tsk, guess It really is my time to go…” He said and hung his head, "Hello, young man, are you okay?” A kind but rough and stern voice said and Tenko looked up to see a white-haired male with a full business suit.
"Tsk, w-what do you think, old man?” He asked him with a slight cough and a stutter. The man chuckled and put a hand on Tenko. When the hand landed, Tenko wanted to reject it; he wanted to tear it away; he wanted to scream. But nothing came out as his wounds slowly healed; the broken and abused heart began mending itself, slowly but steadily, along with his beaten body.
“W-why would you do that?” Tenko asked with another stutter, this time surprised by the old man’s healing abilities. “You are precious, Tenko; that's why.” The man said, and Tenko looked up in shock. “H-how do you know my name?” He asked, and a giant grin formed on the man's face. “I know everything about you, Tenko.” He answered, and Tenko crept away with a shuffle.
"W-what do you mean by that? D-don’t touch me!” The boy shouted, but it was too late as the man put a hand on Tenko’s forehead. “Come now, Tenko Shimura; from now on you shall be called Tomura Shigaraki…”
-
[DING!, GOOD MORNING PLAYER]
Izuku looked confused. ‘Didn’t I just die?’ he asked and stood up. Looking around, he saw nothing but trees and cliffs around him. ‘I mean, my final words even got cut off; that never happens in dreams or movies... not that I have seen a movie to know if that is true.’ Izuku grumbled in his mind as he sat down on a much more comfortable ground than a big boulder.
“Now what is this?” He muttered to himself and reached out to touch it with his half-good right arm. The screen went away, and Izuku jumped back a little as another one appeared right in front of him.
[DING! AFTER 10.3 HOURS REST, YOU’VE RECOVERED YOUR HP AND STA FULLY]
“HP? STA? What does that mean?” He asked, and it seems the thing understood him, as another screen appeared over the other one.
[DING!, HP MEANS HEALTH POINTS AND ARE THE AMOUNT OF DAMAGE YOU CAN TAKE BEFORE YOU DIE, STA MEANS STAMINA AND IT’S THE AMOUNT OF PHYSICAL EXHAUSTION YOU CAN TAKE BEFORE YOU NEED TO STOP]
Izuku read it over; his overaverage intelligence could just understand enough so that it made sense. “Okay…” He said and swiped at the screen again, expecting another screen but he was jump-scared when three screens appeared.
[DING!, YOU’VE GOT MAIL] One read, [DING!, YOUR DAILY REWARDS ARE READY] The second read and the third were what Izuku was most interested in. [DING!, DAILY QUEST: GETTING STRONGER, HAVE BEGUN]
But Izuku wasn’t an idiot; he knew that there could be something good, so starting from the top, Izuku opened his mail. [DING!, YOU GOT 1000 STORE CURRENCY, 2 SPECIES SPINS AND 2 CLAN SPINS] “What's that?” Izuku asked, terribly confused by everything about this. [DING!, SPECIES SPINS ARE THE ABILITY TO SPIN A LUCKY WHEEL IN ORDER TO GET A POWER BOOST FROM RACIAL BONUSES]
[DING!, CLAN SPINS ARE THE ABILITY TO SPIN LUCKY WHEEL IN ORDER TO GET POWERFUL TECHNIQUES AND SOMETIMES POWER BOOSTS FROM GENETIC ABILITIES]
As Izuku read and read, he nodded in understanding, and a smile appeared on his face; this could make him stronger, way stronger. ‘I’ll save that for later,’ Izuku thought and looked at the other two screens. Tapping on the daily rewards, Izuku got awarded a daily spin, which he spun for 400 store currency. The actual daily rewards were 500 SC (store currency) and a small XP potion.
Then came the quest. Opening up the tab with his only good arm, Izuku watched as the screen morphed and three bars appeared.
[0/100 PUSHUPS]
[0/100 SITUPS]
[0/100 SQUATS]
Izuku looked at it a little unimpressed. “This isn’t enough.” He grumbled and looked over as the bars changed.
[0/150 PUSHUPS]
[0/150 SITUPS]
[0/150 JUMPING-SQUATS]
Izuku nodded, satisfied with the quest now. Standing up, Izuku grinned as he stretched, “Now let's get training!”
-
Meanwhile, three certain green-haired girls huddled together, hugging each other as they cried their eyes out. “I-izuku…” Jihibiki hiccuped as she waited for her brother, knowing damn well that the man wasn’t alive. “W-why’d you have to leave us... Nii-chan…?” Fubuki sniffled, hugging her sisters closer as she wailed to the heavens. Slamming down her hand on the ground, Tatsumaki’s tears wetted the ground. “Y-you damn liar! I-i’ll! I'll!...” She sniffs, leaving the threat empty.
As they continued to cry and cry, the sky turned dark and then bright again, crying so much that their eyes hurt and no more tears came out. That’s until Tatsumaki had enough; standing up on shaky legs, she gave a tearful smile as she lifted up her sisters. “We… we need to get stronger,” Fubuki looked at her with widened eyes. “We need to do it, for Nii-chan.” Tatsumaki stated, a fiery blaze in her eyes as she stated the conviction to what's left of her family that she had left in this world.
Unknown to her, Izuku is doing the exact same thing—training to get stronger, training to prove that he is better than the rest. Training, not to be a hero, not to be a villain, not because of anything silly like that; no, he was training, just to become stronger, because that's all that this world cares about.
Grinning, the boy continued his strength training, doing one-handed pushups, not caring about the pain as he continued rep after rep. His other arm, or, I guess, half arm, hung limply by his side; he could still move the little stump, but it didn’t really help. “63… 64… 65…” He counted, sweat drenching his shirt and dripping to the ground.
“72… 73… 74…” Izuku painted, feeling tired but it didn’t matter as he continued to train the one arm as much as he could. Finally done, the green-haired boy sat up and instantly began his sit-ups, not giving himself a break as he pumped through the crunches with speed rivaling that of professionals. Soon enough, he was done and got up to do the squats.
“Phew, finally done." He stated and sat down to take a break, his breath ragged and his skin glistening with sweat. “Now what were those spin thingies?” The little green-haired boy said and checked on the clan and species spins. “Umm… open spins?” Izuku says out loud, looking at the screen pop up.
[DING! 2x SPECIES SPIN]
[DING! 2x CLAN SPIN]
Starting with the top, Izuku clicked the clan button, which started flashing an assortment of grays, greens, blues, purples, and flashes of yellow. That's until it landed on a purple one, right after rolling over a yellow.
[DING! CONGRATULATIONS YOU SPUN THE UCHIHA CLAN!]
Izuku raised his eyebrow, rubbing his head with his right arm as his left bicep hung limply at his side. Suddenly, his hair got darker and his skin got paler, and for some reason he really wanted to scoff and state his superiority. Shaking his head, Izuku taps the button again and it starts spinning once more.
[DING! CONGRATULATIONS YOU SPUN THE ZOLDYCK CLAN!]
“What's the difference between the colors?” Izuku asks with another raised eyebrow; it was almost like the system sighed before showing him a chart of the colors.
|
YELLOW - LEGENDARY |
2% |
|
PURPLE - EPIC |
5% |
|
BLUE - RARE |
10% |
|
GREEN - UNCOMMON |
29% |
|
GREY - COMMON |
64% |
Nodding, Izuku understood what that meant, and in the meantime, the boy’s hair got thick white highlights. Izuku grinded his half-white hair in between his fingers as he narrowed his eyes. "Huh,” he said and just shrugged. “Guess it comes with the abilities." Not caring, Izuku stood up and started spinning the other wheel that came with his new abilities.
Watching the five different colors flash across the screen, Izuku watched as it stopped on a legendary and he felt his heart Species just a little bit.
[DING! CONGRATULATIONS YOU SPUN THE ETERNAL SPECIES!]
Izuku smiled, feeling his body change just a little, getting bigger and also a little more muscular. “Hmm, I thought I would change just a little bit more.” Izuku said, looking down at his longer legs and his more toned midsection. Feeling a little let down, Izuku frowned slightly before remembering that he had another spin to use.
[DING! CONGRATULATIONS YOU SPUN THE SAIYAN SPECIES!]
Izuku raised his eyebrow. ‘What was his luck today?’ Izuku asks himself before yelping a little as a monkeytail snakes its way out of his tailbone. His hair also gets a bit more spiky but still a little curly and he feels a lot stronger physically. “A tail?” He asks and starts playing a little with it before looking up as he hears that irretatingly annoying sound again.
[DING! YOU HAVE 25 UNSPENT LEVEL POINTS! GO TO YOUR STATUS TO USE THEM]
Izuku sighed, rolling his eyes, “Fucking fine... Status!” He said he was tired of all these spam messages he got from the system.
[Name: Izuku Midoriya]
[Species: Hybrid]
[Occupation: None]
[Skill points: 25]
[Level: 5]
[Exp: 7292/10000]
[VIGOUR Lvl: 1] [HP: 200/200] (150 is the average civilian) [+50 for being in good physical health]
[ENERGY] [1500/1500] (0 Being average civilian) [+1500 for being an Uchiha]
[STRENGTH Lvl: 1] [30] (1 is the average civilian) [+2 for being trained, 10x due to Saiyan genetics]
[DURABILITY Lvl: 1] [302] (1 is the average civilian) [+1 for being in good health +300 due to Saiyan genetics]
[STAMINA Lvl: 1] [800] (200 being average civilian) [+200 for being in good shape, 2x due to Saiyan genetics]
[ENDURANCE Lvl: 1] [20] (1 is the average civilian) [+1 for being in good shape, 10x due to Saiyan genetics]
[INTELLECT Lvl: 1] [15] (10 is the average civilian) [+2 for being a smart kid, x2 for having the RPG quirk, -9 because of Saiyan genetics]
[DEXTERITY Lvl: 1] [14] (5 is the average civilian) [+2 for being in good shape 2x for being a Zoldyck]
[SPEED Lvl: 1] [13] (10 being average civilian) [+3 for being in good shape]
[EVASION] [0] (0 being average civilian)
[CRITICAL DAMAGE Lvl: 1] [60%] (10% being average civilian) [+20% due to being trained, 2x for being a Zoldyck]
[CRITICAL CHANCE: Lvl 1] [2%] (0.5% being average civilian) [+1.5% due to being trained]
[FORTITUDE: Lvl 1] [20] (4 being average civilian) [+15 due to Saiyan genetics]
[Luck] [10] (1 is the average civilian) [10x for being the main character]
“Those are a lot of stats,” Izuku said as he looked over the ten plus stats. “And what does it mean that I'm the main character?” Not thinking much of it, Izuku began thinking about what he would put in. ‘Im going to put a couple in Health, Intellect and maybe Dexterity.’ (260, 27, 24)
“And I'll just dump the rest in strength (130).” Izuku said as his body became leaner and bulkier. Izuku grinned, looking down at his body with a nod. But right when he was about to explore more of his abilities and train even more than that, Izuku heard a loud bear growl from behind him.
Looking back at the bear, Izuku paled once he saw that there were 2 fully grown bears right behind him about to attack. But then he remembered his strength and stood up, making himself look as big as possible, even though he only had one arm. But the bears weren’t really that scared, and Izuku cursed. “Fucking overgrown dogs.” He said and tensed his body.
After a little zero hesitation, the bears barreled at him. Stepping back, the seven-year-old boy went after a kick to the first bear’s midsection and connected as it stumbled a little but the natural absorption proved to be strong enough for it not to fall. Izuku cursed at this and felt himself getting slammed down to the ground by the bear, but he barely felt anything, only a little winded.
Grinning, Izuku started wrestling the bear, punching it in the neck and stomach. He had not felt stronger than right now. He felt the blood rush to his brain and his nostrils flaring as he grinned wider. Separating from the bear, Izuku finally felt some rips and tears in his back from the claws but he had more than enough adrenaline to not feel it.
‘Damn, even with this strength isn’t enough.’ Izuku thought, looking at the bears, who he thought would easily fall to his strength. But the thick, tough bellies of the overgrown dogs were too much for even his strength to punch clean through. And when are there two of them? And he only has one arm? Yeah, he was pretty screwed. Putting his one good arm up to his face, Izuku looked at the bears and rushed when the bears least expected it. But it wasn’t much trouble as Izuku was thrown to the ground and sent tumbling with the bear.
It turned into a brawl again, and as the brown bear ripped and tore at his clothes, Izuku just continued to punch and knee the bear. Until finally he heard the ribs crack and the hide tear, and with one more punch he got through the bear. Then it turned for the worst—well, the worst for the bear as Izuku ripped out anything he could find inside of the bear's stomach, ripping out everything until the bear just laid there, dead.
Standing up, Izuku grinned, splattered in the warm blood of the bear with cuts and bruises almost everywhere. He had never felt more than this; this was why he wanted to get stronger; this is why he lived.
-
Meanwhile three seven-year-old girls trembled through the back alley of where their cardboard box was, they had spent little more than a week there and they were fed up. “T-tsk its so f-fucking idiotic, l-living out here in the freezing cold.” Tatsumaki scowled, crossing her arms as she looked around the place, “T-tatsu, p-please stop cursing, b-but I do a-agree.” Jihibiki stuttered due to the cold, the only one of the sisters who were okay with the cold was Fubuki who just spoke normally.
“But where are we supposed to go?” She asked her sisters, who looked at her with an annoyed look. “T-to mother of c-course,” Jihibiki spoke and Tatsumaki scowled, “B-but then we have t-to see that p-pathetic excuse of a f-father w-we have.” She said with a shutter as a gust of cold wind hit them. “No matter, mother has no way of defending herself.” Fubuki said and Jihibiki nodded. Tatsumaki just scowled and agreed with a huff.
That was what the small siblings did, trekking through the freezing cold of Japan dressed in little more than rags, walking towards the red-light district of Musutafu. The wind howled through the alley, carrying the bitter chill of early winter that bit through their thin clothes. Tatsumaki hunched her shoulders, trying to shield her face from the harsh gusts. Her sharp green eyes glinted with frustration, though her pride would never let her show weakness.
“I-I still don’t get why we’re doing this." Jihibiki murmured, shivering from more than just the cold. Her voice wavered, a nervous tremor lingering in each syllable. "M-mother... she hasn't been the same since..." She trailed off, as though saying it aloud would somehow make the painful truth more real.
Fubuki glanced back at her younger sister, a quiet, calculating look in her eyes. Despite being the middle one, she carried a certain maturity, as though she understood things that the others didn’t quite grasp. She was the one who always seemed to have a plan, even if that plan involved taking dangerous risks.
“Mom’s always been weak, but… we can’t just leave her there,” Fubuki said, her voice steady. The lack of emotion in her tone contrasted sharply with the unsettling nature of her words.
Tatsumaki didn’t answer right away. Instead, she clenched her fists, fighting back the sting of frustration. She hated the idea of returning to the place where their broken family still lingered—she hated seeing the shame in her mother’s eyes every time they crossed paths with their father. He wasn’t the man they had once hoped he would be.
But the reality of their situation was undeniable. There was nowhere else to go. No warm home waiting for them. No kind soul offering refuge. Just the cold, indifferent streets of Musutafu.
They continued on in silence, the dim street lights of the district slowly drawing closer, the neon signs casting a faint glow through the haze of the freezing air. As they neared the edge of the red-light district, the surroundings grew more oppressive. The narrow alleys were littered with discarded trash, and the air smelled faintly of decay and stale alcohol.
The three children were huddled up together, slowly but steadily getting through to their place of living. When finally, they recognized a broken and tattered gate and the smell of their father's favourite alcohol. Tatsumaki just wanted to get their mom and get out of there and so did her sisters, but it wasn’t that easy.
Barreling out of the door came their father, green in the head with sickness and stumbling through due to drunkenness. He didn’t notice them at first until he saw them, “Heheh, hick, shooo, how’d it g-go? Did you find that shtupid insuf-hick-ficient brat?” He asked, slurring his words as he looked at the three. They didn’t answer just walking beside him and away from him which the man didn’t take lightly.
Throwing a beer bottle at them, the girls flinched as the glass shattered on the wall next to them. “Anshwer me when I talk to you!” Hisashi shouted drunkenly as the girls turned around. “Y-yes father, I-i-izuku-kun… H-he di…” She spoke but mumbled the last part making Hisashi stomp on the ground and let out a wisp of flame from his nostrils. “SHAY IT CLEARLY, YOU FAILURE!” He shouted with a growl and Jihibiki flinched, but before she could say anything, Tatsumaki shouted it out.
“IZUKU DIED! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!” She shouted, glaring at her father, who stood there a little taken aback. But then a snort came from his nose and a chuckle from his lips before he started full on laughing, “HAAH! That little quirklessh fucker got what he desherved!” Hisashi shouted, still slurring his words as the three young girls looked up at him shocked.
Which soon turned into unbridled fury, “TAKE THAT BACK, YOU OLD FUCK!” Tatsumaki shouted as all three of the girls walked closer to him with anger in their eyes. Hisashi looked at them a little surprised but just laughed a little more. “Oh yeah?" And what are you going to do if I won’t, huh?” He shouted and the three just continued staring at him; they loafed him, hated the man with every inch of their being but…
“That's what I thought,” Hisashi scoffed, spitting on the ground before walking inside and slamming the door shut. “ARGHHH!” Tatsumaki shouted, and the wind around them picked up as the girl got really, really angry at her father and herself. ‘Why the fuck am I such a coward?!’ Tatsumaki shouted in her head, “Tatsumaki! Please!” Jihibiki shouted, placing a hand on Tatsumaki’s shoulder. She started to calm down, the winds turning into small gusts.
But her anger instantly shut up again when she heard a scream form inside the house. Bursting down the door with her wind, Tatsumaki and her siblings rushed inside to see their father about to throw a glass bottle at their mother. Inko Midoriya was a kind woman, but she was way to naive, always hoping that her husband would become a better person. But he never did.
Abused and treated like dirt, but she always ran back to Hisashi, and the man knew that, playing into her infatuation with him. “SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU WHORE!” Hisashi shouted, holding up the glass bottle in preparation to hit her with it. But before he could do much, he fell down limp—not dead, just limp, as a barrage of ice shards sat in his back and neck.
Fubuki stood there, her arms out, panting as she looked in shock at what she just did; she didn’t regret it; she was just shocked. Her siblings and mother also looked at her in shock, “I-i…” Fubuki said and lowered her hands down to her sides. Tatsumaki slowly walked over to her, and Jihibiki walked over to their mother. “Hey… are you okay?” Tatsumaki asked, wrapping her arms around Fubuki, who looked down at her hands.
“Y-yeah… A-at least I think so.” She responded and Tatsumaki held her closer. “You did the right thing, sis,” Jihibiki said as she wrapped her arms around the two. And lastly, their mother pulled all of them into a big hug, “Y-yes… T-the right thing.” Inko spoke as the female Midoriyas huddled together, finally free of the shackles of their tyrannical father.
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RPG, the quirk of Izuku Midoriya, allows the user to have stats like in an RPG-video game; this can increase a varying amount of attributes like strength and intelligence. It also gives Izuku other things from video games like a shop system and lucky wheel that allows for gambling of abilities and stat multiplications.
One of the abilities, which Izuku got from the Eternal species, is DNA manipulation, which allows limited manipulation of his body, fx. toughening bones and increasing the size of blood vessels. So that's the reason that Izuku is currently inside a public library reading about the anatomy of multiple different animals, including the limited knowledge on ancient dinosaurs.
Izuku desired the strongest form, the best at hunting; he needed it, wanted it. Over the years that he spent out in the woods, he evolved and adapted to hunting and strength. Starting with his skeletal structure, creating stronger and denser bones and bone structure to hold more muscle and weight. His muscle density, adding fibers among fibers, forging his muscles like damascus steel.
Recreating his left arm, making it better and stronger, then copying it over to his right, giving it retractable claws. Then came the armor; he wanted to be able to tank and give out strong attacks, so after a month, Izuku finally sat in his little cave and started to adapt his body.
First strengthening his muscles and his skeletal structure, then adding a thick, spongy layer of muscle and fat able to absorb shock and tank punches. Over that, he put a chiton shell made of chitin with a layer of keratin over it, basically adding plate armor over it and then more muscle, thick hide, and finally fur. Even though he didn’t need the fur, he only added it because he thought it looked cool, adding it around his arms, sides, and back, like a gorilla. And on the places he didn’t have fur, Izuku developed large defensive scales and bigger rockier scales on places that don’t move too much.
He was now very heavy and looked like a freak bodybuilder without the muscle definition. So to get rid of some weight, he made the bones hollow and to look less weird, Izuku just decided to become more toned. Next was the speed; he read that going on all fours made most animals faster, so Izuku decided to look at the body of a tiger.
But he found it too weird, so instead, Izuku just took the muscularity and anatomy of a tiger along with longer legs. Other than that, Izuku didn’t really know much of how to increase speed other than just leveling it up. Then, with reflexes, he read a lot of how to increase those. He increased the density of myelin in the central nervous system allowing neurons to go faster and also making the paths more efficient and shorter.
Enhancing the cerebellum, making shorter reflex arcs, faster signal processing, and increasing the sensory organs such as the eyes, ears, skin, etc. Izuku increased the amounts of fast-twitch muscles in his body a lot, along with enhancing neuromuscular junctions.
He made his circulatory system bigger along with his heart, allowing for more oxygenation in his blood and increasing his blood flow to his muscles. Increasing his sense of touch allowed him to feel things better and react to them sooner and then increasing the size of the eye allowed more protons to go into it and made his eyesight better. He even increased his amount of eyes, making another pair right below the ones he has right now.
Izuku adapted his body over the years, even capable of echolocation and night vision. But finally, at the age of thirteen, Izuku thought of himself as being done, for now at least. Izuku spent all his time in the forest; he knew that he could just go into civilization and live normally, but he didn’t want to. Not really at least; while he did want to meet his family again, he didn’t want to be weak in front of them, never again.
But he soon did need to; he had heard of the hero exam and he wanted to attend in order to test how strong he was. He wanted to see how he stood up against the finest heroes that the world had to offer, and he also wanted to see his family again. Of course, the young teen had been getting stronger over the years, slowly getting bigger and bigger, buffer and buffer, but never losing his speed or flexibility.
During the years, Izuku hunted many different animals, learning to cook but he could just eat it raw; he developed resistances to many different diseases. He continued evolving his body, adding a massive turtle shell on his back, but the weight didn’t matter, only to his speed; other than that, it just felt like wearing normal clothes.
A long tail that had a club on its end and spikes going up and on his shell (imagine Blastoise with an ankylosaur’s tail and spikes). He could also break off his shell and get an attack and speed boost with the loss of defence. He tried to make wings, but either they would be way too big or not work; he just weighed too much.
For the purpose of both attack and intimidation, Izuku grew two enormous bullhorns. He had shortened himself to a small 4 feet, 6 inches but with insane muscles and a lean V-taper look. Well, only for a couple months until he found them irritating and too bulky so he compounded his massive muscles into much smaller limbs, now having a swimmer's build that was way more flexible.
Thick veins sprung up everywhere and a couple scars lingered on his body—scars he had kept for honor. All the animals were a breeze to hunt now; he was now faster and more flexible, and due to his insane weight, Izuku still had more than enough strength and techniques.
His stats were also much different; he had gotten a couple buffs and debuffs from his new body, but mostly positive. That, along with a lot of new levels, made Izuku the top hunter in the forest he lives in currently.
[Name: Izuku Midoriya]
[Species: Hybrid]
[Occupation: None]
[Skill points: 42]
[Level: 42]
[Exp: 48129/216491]
[VIGOUR Lvl: 10] [HP: 910/910] (150 is the average civilian) [+250 for being in good physical health, +420 for having a strong body]
[ENERGY] [1500/1500] (0 Being average civilian) [+1500 for being an Uchiha]
[STRENGTH Lvl: 30] [384] (1 is the average civilian) [+7 for being trained, 10x due to Saiyan genetics, +25 strength due to having an imaculate body, x1.2 for having large claws]
[DURABILITY Lvl: 10] [521] (1 is the average civilian) [+6 for being in good health +300 due to Saiyan genetics +210 due to Genetic armor]
[STAMINA Lvl: 10] [720] (200 being average civilian) [+200 for being in good shape, 2x due to Saiyan genetics, -100 due to being so heavy]
[ENDURANCE Lvl: 20] [225] (1 is the average civilian) [+4 for being in good shape, 10x due to Saiyan genetics, +15 due to genetic enhancements]
[INTELLECT Lvl: 10] [33] (10 is the average civilian) [+4 for being a smart kid, x2 for having the RPG quirk, -9 because of Saiyan genetics]
[DEXTERITY Lvl: 15] [32] (5 is the average civilian) [+2 for being in good shape; 2x for being a Zoldyck -6 due to being clunky.]
[SPEED Lvl: 20] [26] (10 being average civilian) [+3 for being in good shape; -6 due to being heavy.]
[EVASION] [0] (0 being average civilian)
[CRITICAL DAMAGE Lvl: 10] [87%] (10% being average civilian) [+20% due to being trained, 2x for being a Zoldyck, +9% due to being a predator]
[CRITICAL CHANCE: Lvl 10] [6.8%] (0.5% being average civilian) [+1.5% due to being trained +0.3% for being a predator]
[FORTITUDE: Lvl 10] [38] (4 being average civilian) [+15 due to Saiyan genetics +4 due to being in good shape +6 due to being a predator]
[Luck] [10] (1 is the average civilian) [10x for being the main character]
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Over the years, Inko, Tatsumaki, Fubuki, and Jihibiki all got jobs and saved up for a little apartment that turned into a small 2-bedroom, 1-bathroom house. The three girls even got into a middle school nearby called Aldera Middle School. The only problem was one of their classmates called Bakugo Katsuki, who was also their irritating neighbour. He and Tatsumaki would always fight and irritate each other.
But the time still flew as it soon was the time to choose what they wanted to do as their job. The teacher walked inside, looking over his students with a smile. “Now, kids settle down, settle down." The teacher speaks as he walks over with a giant stack of papers, “It’s time to choose your profession... just kidding." He shouts and throws the papers up in the air. “I know you all want to be heroes!” Everyone starts using their powers, screaming and proving him right.
The only ones not doing so are the Midoriya siblings and Bakugo, who just stare at the teacher with bored looks. “Tsk, don’t lump me in with these losers,” Bakugo stands up, using his explosion quirk while glaring down at them all. “They’ll be lucky to even be a sidekick to some stupid d-lister.” He shouts, then points at the midoriya, “And you three will be lucky to even get in." He shouts with a snarl, then sits down again with a huff.
Tatsumaki was about to stand up and tear him a new one, but she stopped, took a deep breath and looked down. Guess those therapy lessons really did make some sort of difference. “Well, it looks like Bakugo is going to UA.” The teacher speaks, proud and surprised as every student looks at him with respect or awe. “Yeah, of course I am; I aced the mock-exam and every other test! If anyone here is going to UA, it's me.” Bakugo shouted in his normal arrogant voice with a grin on his face.
“Oh, it looks like all the Midoriya siblings also have the goal of going to UA,” the teacher says and Bakugo freezes in place before sucking his teeth and sitting down again. “You better not get in my way.” He exclaims and the three just shake their heads, not wanting to get into a confrontation with Bakugo. Except for Tatsumaki, who was clutching the table in anger while almost exploding in a massive bout of anger. You would’ve thought she would have a volcano quirk or something with the amount of rage she has.
It was in 10 months, and the siblings were going to bust their asses training, but first, Bakugo and Tatsumaki were going to bicker once again. Fubuki and Jihibiki just looked at the two with deadpan looks as they continued even out of the school before finally shutting up as they took two different ways back to their homes. “Fucking prick,” Tatsumaki scoffed and Jihibiki just smiled a little sheepishly. “Umm, please don’t call Bakugou that.”
Tatsumaki just scoffed, while Fubuki looked on coldly. Walking under a passage, the girls heard a gurgle, but soon the manhole cover exploded up and out came a green sludge. The three girls stopped up, looking at the sludge that soon gained eyes and a mouth with a horrible grin. “HEhe, a small and two medium skin suits... Don’t worry, it won’t hurt for long!” He shouted, rushing at the girls that started running again. “Get away from us!” Tatsumaki shouted and sent a gust of wind at the slime.
The wind didn’t do much, only sending the villain back for a couple meters. Jihibiki looked on in horror; this was only the second time she had been attacked by villains. She was about to scream, about to send a barrage of earth, about to freak out, but before she could, a voice shouted out. “GET AWAY FROM THOSE GIRLS, YOU FUCKERS!!” A woman's voice shouted and a figure hopped in between them in a blur as she kicked the sludge so hard that it actually splattered into the wall and got blown up to a massive amount of cubes of sludge.
“You girls, alright? That fucking bastard seemed to have a tight grip on you.” The girl had a grin as she turned around. The three other girls were in awe as they saw one of their many new idols that they got over the years. One of the highest-raising heroes to have ever existed: The Rabbit Heroine Mirko, standing there in all her caramel glory. Tatsumaki was awed; this was the only hero she had over all might, just because she was a total badass. She began fangirling, rushing over to the hero with her notebook in hand, which really overwhelmed the heroine.
“Woah, woah, woah, calm down, girl,” Mirko chuckled as she grabbed the pen and the notebook. “I’ll sign it for you.” Tatsumaki beamed as she took the notebook back with the heroine's signature. “Thank you so much!” Tatsumaki said and all the Midoriya siblings bowed down after they got Mirko’s signature. The heroine chuckled before she grinned and ruffled Tatsumaki’s hair. “No problem, kid, I’ll be going now, tho, see ya, maybe.” Mirko said but before she could, Tatsumaki reached her, grabbing her arm.
“Wait!” She said and Mirko looked a little annoyed, “What’s the matter, kid?” She asked and Tatsumaki looked at her. She began breathing a little heavily; her eyes dilated and tears began dropping to the floor. “C-can I be a hero, e-even though I can’t save a-anyone!” She asked with a sob. Mirko looked a little shocked. “Woah, where did this come from?” Mirko asked and Tatsumaki cleared her eyes and her throat as she stood up. Jihibiki and Fubuki looked over at Tatsumaki, sorrow in their eyes; they knew ever since Izuku had ‘died’ Tatsumaki had blamed herself for it heavily.
There were many times she had woken up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare about Izuku’s death. She lost sleep and got more angry because of self-guilt when thinking about Izuku. “W-when I was a kid, my older brother saved me and my siblings from a villain attack.” Tatsumaki said with a stutter as she looked at Mirko, “After he got us to safety, h-he went out and fought the villain, b-but he lost, h-he was killed because I couldn’t do anything!” Tatsumaki shouted out, falling to her knees as she sobbed openly in front of the hero.
Mirko was befuddled and saddened by the girl’s story; she went down on one knee and stroked the girl's hair softly. “Hey, it's alright; you didn’t do anything wrong; it’s not your fault.” Mirko said, and this made Tatsumaki cry a little less. After a little bit, Tatsumaki wasn’t crying anymore, just sniffling as she looked at the heroine with a wobbly smile.
“Tell you what kid,” Mirko said with a shit-eating grin as she looked at them. “You can be heroes, all of you, some of the best, and so I'm going to be taking it in my hands to make sure you become heroes.” She spoke and the girls looked a little shocked.
“Meet me at Dagobah Minisual blah blah beach.” Mirko said and they all sweat dropped as she said it wrong. The girls didn’t know what to say, but they didn’t even get to say anything as Mirko hopped away from them.
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‘Run run run RUN!! RUN FOR YOUR FUCKING LIFE!’ A green-haired boy shouted in his head as he began running, surronded by a burning forest. It all happened in a flash of black and purple smoke as randomly, villains poured out of the portal. Izuku tried to fight some of them but they quickly overwhelmed him; he was still too weak. So he began running, running until his legs were sore, running until he collapsed from his own weight, running until they caught him.
Green eyes snapping open, Izuku looked around, seeing that a screen had opened in front of him. [DING! AFTER 6.3 HOURS OF REST, YOU’VE RECOVERED ALL YOUR HP AND STA] Izuku shooed it away, standing up with blurry vision and wobbly legs as he looked around, clawing at his neck that had a metal collar. All he saw was a white, pillowy room. Izuku tried to escape, ripping open the wall and bashing his tail against the door. Smashing it open but nothing worked.
Then, right when he sat down, a guard entered his room, and Izuku stood up with a snarl. “WHERE AM I?!” Izuku shouted, lunging at the guard but before he really did anything, Izuku was put down by an electrical shock and dragged by a team of guards into the next room. Standing up again, Izuku this time found himself in a giant metal room with viewing boxes above him that he couldn’t see inside of.
Eyes widening, Izuku had flashbacks to the cage fights he would have as a child, his breath quickening as he hyperventilated. His breath came out in short bursts as he looked around the cage, all four eyes snapping to each corner of the room, seeing if he could escape from here. But no, not one crack in the wall, not one missing seal, not anything that he could do to escape.
A loud screeching was heard, then the sound of a clearing throat before a deep, manly voice reverberated over the room. “Izuku Midoriya, welcome, you may-” The voice spoke but Izuku interrupted. “WHERE AM I?!” He shouted, looking up and all around him, trying to find where the voice was coming from.
“Right… I was getting to th-” “ANSWER ME!” He shouted again, interrupting the man once more. “I was getting to it!” He made his voice louder and Izuku looked up at where he thought the voice came from. “You are in a training facility, deep under ground, where you will be trained and experimented on to make the perfect weapon. Izuku stopped; he could use this; he didn’t really like it, but they both had the same goal in mind: he wanted to be the strongest, and they wanted to make him the strongest.
Not for the same end goal though; Izuku wanted to be strong just to be strong, and they wanted to use him for his strength. “But first, I’ll have to test you; we’ll have you doing some different tests that these little gentlemen will help you with.” Then, out of a big purple portal, came a massive man with giant muscles and red-ish skin with green veins and steam coming off him.
"Now, Izuku Midoriya, you’ll need to take a body shot from him.” Izuku’s eyes widened as he looked at the man, but he narrowed his eyes as he stepped up, looking at the much bigger muscly man. The man grinned as more steam came from his body and he cocked back his fist, veins bulging as Izuku tensed his whole body. Shifting his stance, Izuku closed his eyes as he waited for the punch, and with an airless gasp, Izuku was sent skidding back.
His skin and scales shook as the shockwave seeped through his body; his muscles tensed and received the force with more force. The chiton layer dispersed most of the force and the last was absorbed by the blubbery fat. Izuku stood up, shakingly but still only a little shocked. The man scowled, his pure green eyeballs narrowed as he glared at Izuku. “That was… unexpected, but a pleasant surprise; now you get to hit him back, of course.”
Izuku’s face continued to be blank, his eyes still having a little of confusion, but he followed the orders of the voice as he looked at the man. Tensing his compounded muscle mass, Izuku’s hand formed into a fist, the massive rocky scales on his knuckles glinting. Snorting, Izuku looked the man in the arm as he used his whole body into one big punch, shouting out a loud roar. Izuku’s fist hit straight into the man's stomach.
The man’s eyes widened, a fist imprint appearing as the very small boy hit him in the stomach. Falling to one knees, the man clutched his stomach as he looked down and threw up a bunch of glowing green liquid. “Good, good, very surprising strength you have there, Midoriya Izuku.” The voice said as a portal opened and sucked in the man again, “This time you will be testing your speed and reacting time.”
Izuku nodded but jumped back, his tail hitting the wall as he clicked his tongue. “Damn, I haven't gotten used to this thing.” He murmured, looking down at the 5th limb, before looking up again now at a 100-meter race track with a speedometer and a timer. “Step up to the two white circles, Midoriya.” Izuku stepped up, each of his feet stepping on the circles.
Looking up, Izuku saw a red blinking light that soon turned yellow, preparing his muscles. The light turned green and with a zoom, Izuku was beyond the speedometer and had stopped.
“BEEP BEEP BEEP, TIME: 0,6923076923, TOP SPEED: 546 KM/HR,” the machine said. A deep hum was heard from the voice. “You have good speed as well.” The man said and the racetrack disappeared as a row of different weightlifting machines appeared. “Now, you’ll go from left to right and we will see how strong you are.”
Izuku went through multiple different tests to find out how strong he was, going from strength, durability, endurance, reflexes, and so on, testing his whole body. And as soon as he was done with the tests, a purple mist filled the room, making him panic before falling down asleep.
Izuku’s eyes snapped up once more as he tried to sit up but restraints stopped him from doing just that. Izuku’s eyes widened as he looked down or sideways? He didn’t really know but he could feel the chains digging into all of his limbs. The gag stopped him from screaming and the straps stopped him from moving anything; only his eyes could dance from each corner of the room.
"Hello, Izuku Midoriya." A man said as he walked inside of the room, “I am doctor Kyudai Garaki, and I will be... observing a could test that will help you in our shared goal.” The doctor said, and Izuku’s wide eyes snapped to him. He was lying down; that was good to know. He tried to thrash around but nothing happened; he couldn’t move. “Please stop moving, Midoriya.”
Izuku didn’t listen at first, but he did slowly, stopping as he got tired. “Good,” Doctor Garaki said as he smiled and Midoriya scowled. “Now, as sensei found out, you have physicals that exceed most people, but you don’t have anything else going for you.” The man said and Izuku scowled further, sneering at the man, “Thats why me and sensei are going to help you with that.”
That's when a man with a big black mask covering his whole head and neck walked inside. He was very tall and strong, with an intimidating presence. "Hello, Izuku Midoriya,” the man said, and Izuku's eyes widened; it was the same voice he had heard when he was tested. “Doctor Garaki here is correct; we'll... help you get what we both want—a shared goal, you could say.”
Izuku’s eyes narrowed, looking at the tall, dark figure that said he would help him. Well, he didn't get a choice; he would get this help no matter what; it wasn't up to him. “So then, let's begin, shall we?” The man asked and Doctor Garaki nodded. The man stepped closer and reached a hand forward.
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It had been a couple months since he had been kidnapped by the villains, sitting inside the white room he was put in to begin with. The boy looked a lot different from how he did before; his skin was more pale. They had given him so many new quirks, he didn't even know what they had done to him.
But what he did know, he definitely got stronger. But he didn't really want this strength; he didn't earn it and didn't work for it. But at least he got stronger. He didn't know how many quirks Sensei gave him, but he did know that he at least got three, and he did know that Sensei mostly gave him ranged quirks.
Including those, there is a fire quirk that slowly made the people that looked or touched it insane, including Izuku, and a rotten plant-like quirk. Which he dubbed Frenzied Flame and Scarlet Rot. The others he remembered were an air cannon quirk and a telekinesis quirk. He also got a quirk that allowed him to sprout hands all over himself; he didn’t use it for much other than more armor and as a devastating hit every once in a while.
Sensei doesn’t believe that he can take more; since the last quirk he got made him go into a coma for a couple weeks. Now he's just training and learning how to use his quirks in tandem with his original quirk. Izuku never told them about the RPG quirk, so he didn’t know if they knew about it. He didn’t think so. Sensei told him that he’d be a bodyguard for his son, Tomura Shigaraki. Izuku didn’t care about the boy, just as long as he got stronger.
If it was up to him, he would escape right now, but he knew that sensei would get him, and he would be punished hard. “A-143, come here.” Izuku looked up and quickly stood up to his height of 4’ 5”. A-143. He hated the name; it wasn’t his; he was just given it because it was easier for the guards. What disrespect to his name. While walking with the guard, Izuku thought to himself a lot, many different aspects of himself. “Go inside,” The guard spat and the mutated teenage boy.
But right as he was about to step inside, the alarm started blaring, and he heard screaming emanating from the halls around him. “What the?” The guard asked but he was kicked into gear as a swarm of other guards surrounded Izuku with metal spears. “A-143 GET BACK IN YOUR CAGE!” One of them shouted, poking Izuku in the only place he wasn’t heavily armored—his face.
Even though he should have seen it coming, Izuku didn’t and a large wound was created from in between his arms to his chin. This was the snapping point, Izuku needed to get out.
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