Hello everyone I'm back from the dead!

I know that some of you are expecting me to continue my other stories, but they've become so hard to write. There's no strong energy pulling me to write further into them, so I have to divulge into something new, so here it is!

I hope you like this one! It's much different from my others, as it involved a truly quirkless, but believable Midoriya Izuku. One who will be strong on his own and not need to rely on some super power or unknown ability like a lot of other stories.

Without further ado, enjoy!

PS: This opening chapter is much shorter than the rest of the chapters will be. This is basically the prologue to the whole buildup of the story.

*I do not own Baku No Hero Academia or any of its Characters. Any OCs are my ideas, so please no stealing or I will reap your soul.*

Chapter 1: Ryuu

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Izuku had stars in his eyes. With notebook in hand, he wrote down everything he could about the hero in front of him, who moved like a bullet through the wind.

In the middle of the shopping plaza was a fight between several would-be robbers and a samurai looking hero, the former knocking them down and eliminating the threat quickly. The swordsman was knocking them away with ease, making sure they stayed down with a hit from the blunt side of his blade. With most of the villains down, a crowd had formed around the fight, staring at the quick but impressive display.

Izuku continued with his writing, but couldn't see any quirk that the man was using. The samurai man definitely had one. Every hero had a quirk and it was his job to write it down. He was on his third Hero Analysis Book and he planned to start a fourth one soon. All he needed was to find out what the man's quirk was and he was finished.

One of the bandits got up from the ground and sneered at the hero. Bringing his hands up, the villain clapped his hands towards the samurai, sending a shock-wave of energy towards the blade user, as well as the populous watching from behind. People began to scream in fear at the incoming attack, but a curly haired boy stayed absolutely still.

Izuku watched in shock as the man sliced the air in front of him, and as if magic, the blast charging towards him was gone! Izuku focused in on the samurai, as well as his katana that was shaking from the attack.

Was that his quirk? Maybe he could manipulate energy like the villain. Could it be vibrations? Or perhaps sound? Maybe the man was using something in his sword to cancel that attack. Izuku continued to mutter to himself, building up a storm of words that surrounded himself. Several other spectators couldn't help but peer curiously at the small and quick speaking child.

The Samurai launched forward and knocked the last villain out with a quick chop to the back of the neck, finishing the job quick. Izuku cheered, but many in the audience whined in sadness. They were most likely expecting something really flashy and amazing.

But to Izuku, it was incredible! His eight year old mind was racing about the man's speed and control, and how he was able to maneuver around those guys with such ease. What kind of training did he go through to get that strong? Maybe he could ask the man himself.

The police showed up not a moment later and started cuffing up the villains, leaving the hero to get the publicity and media that usually followed.

However, Izuku looked to the swordsman and noticed that almost everyone had left. Only a few people decided to walk up to the samurai man to talk with him. Izuku was confused why more people didn't want to talk to the hero. The man didn't look very mean looking and actually seemed kind of nice. He also saved them and their money.

Pulling out his Hero Pen, which he tried to get every hero to sign with, he made his way up to the hero, hoping to talk to the man with such a cool fighting style and quirk.

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With a click, his blade was back in his sheath, the few people that swarmed him no longer asking to look at his blade. All of them left after only a few seconds, not that he could blame them, it was a busy day after all, which was almost ruined by that attempted robbery.

Despite the successful fight, Bushido Blade was kind of disappointed by the lack of people that wanted to talk to him. He knew he shouldn't care about such things, as their live were more important than media, but still, he had a living to make.

As a pro hero, he was expected to be flashy and powerful, but he only got one of those right. Under his beliefs, he didn't find it necessary to fight so carelessly and with so much unneeded energy. He would prefer to finish the fight and make sure a little damage was done to the area and civilians as possible. It meant less clean up and more continuation of everyone's daily lives.

Alas, these beliefs were extremely unpopular to the spectators. Like the best heroes showed off, the audience wanted big flashy heroes with bright and overbearing powers. Ones that could level roads or take out the villains in a really impressive fashion, but those usually came with a cost that he didn't enjoy: Collateral.

He can't remember the number of times that Death Arms ended up wrecking parts of buildings he was meant to protect, or seeing on the news about Endeavor's latest destructive fight. He couldn't stand to see such actions. The point of a hero was to save people before damage was done, not add to it.

So he would rather be less popular and more helpful than be an unneeded burden on the city's foundation. It wasn't going to make him one of the top ten any time soon, but he was okay with that.

"Excuse me!" Bushido looked down to see an adorable looking kid with a megawatt smile plastered on his face. "Bushido Blade-san, could you please sign my notebook?" In the boy's tiny hands were a red pen and a notebook opened up with a picture of...

Him?

Granted, it was not very well drawn, but the kid actually went through the time to draw him out, his hakama and all! It was a little endearing.

There was also writing next to his name that was a bit rushed and scribbled, but from what he could tell, it was like the kid was taking notes of him.

That was very endearing.

The pro hero smiled and took up the pen. With a simple but elegant penmanship, he wrote out his hero name right above the picture of himself.

Handing the pen back, the boy looked at the signature and his eyes sparkled with joy. "Thank you so much Bushido Blade-san!" The boy beamed at him, causing the hero's features to soften a bit more. No one had ever gotten that excited about his signature before. This kid knew how to make him feel important, and it was nice.

"C-Could I ask you a question?"

Bushido nodded. "What would you like to ask me, young one?"

"Do you have some kind of vibrating or sound wave quirk?"

The samurai's eyes widened. "Why would ask such a question, young one?" The boy curled in on himself and stared at him sheepishly.

"Well, I noticed how that attack coming at you was blowing stuff away as it got closer, meaning it was most likely a energy wave quirk because he clapped his hands to do it." The boy stared up at him with a look akin to amazement. "But then you cut it in half it with a slice and canceled it out, meaning you had to have something similar, like vibrating your sword or something, right?" The samurai continued to stare at the small child with nothing given away on his face.

It wasn't a secret of what Bushido Blade's quirk was. He didn't hide his ability, it just wasn't widely known to many because his lack of fame. That, and it wasn't a quirk that was widely broadcasted, unlike more flashy ones.

But from the looks of it, this kid had never met him before and figured it out after watching one fight. The child took notes on him and his fighting style, as well as collecting data on his possible quirk. The tiny child was able to figure out his vibration quirk just by watching the bandit's attack, noticing how he used his own ability to counter it.

Amazing.

Looking back down at the boy, he noticed the curly haired child was curled in on himself, most likely out of fear for 'exposing' a hero's quirk. Some heroes didn't like snoopy people who dug into their abilities.

"Young one, you have nothing to fear, I'm not angry, just surprised by your deduction. And yes, you are right. My quirk allows me to channel kinetic energy into my blade and vibrate my attack at an intense rate. You have quite the mind to understand that young one." Bushido smiled at the boy, who blushed under the praise.

"If I may ask, do you have some sort of mind quirk? You were able to figure that out much faster than most of my opponents do, and you were simply watching." The pro hero was going to chuckle a bit at the small joke, but stopped himself at the downtrodden look of the child. It was like the spark in his large eyes dimmed instantly.

"I-I don't have a quirk, Bushido Blade-san." It came out as a whisper, the wind nearly blowing it away.

But the hero heard it.

"I wanna be a hero still, even if I don't have one. I wanna help people and save lives with a smile." The boy looked up at him, his eyes now filled with fire. "Just like All Might! I wanna be a hero that saves the day!" Bushido Blade smiled. He could safely say that there was only one flashy hero he tolerated, and that was All Might.

The man was as flashy as can be with such a powerful quirk, but despite that, at least he didn't try to destroy everything around him while saving the day. That was a plus in the samurai hero's book. It was why he was still the number one after all.

"M-Mr Bushido Blade-san, d-do you think I can be a hero?" A timid voice asked.

The hero found the confidence in the boy to shrink back in an instant. The boy had plenty of self doubt in himself, and it probably wasn't healthy for someone his age. He wondered why this boy seemed to be so reluctant on his dreams, despite the obvious.

Thinking about said dream, Bushido poked his brain. If it was any other hero, they would have told the small hero wannabe to give up or look into something more realistic, like police work or detectives. To stay away from the front-lines and let the real heroes deal with the villains.

However, Bushido Blade had other ideas.

The swordsman smiled. "With enough focus and strong will, anyone can become a hero, in a way. However, to become a pro hero, you need something else..."

Izuku flinched. He knew the next words. It wasn't the first time he felt rejection for his dreams.

"You need a good heart..., and I do believe you have that, young one." The child's eyes widened as large as saucer plates. "While it may be a tough road and many with doubt you, I do believe you can become something extraordinary. You've already proved to me that you have a good mind, and a good heart, now you simply require the body to carry it all to the top." With that Bushido Blade left the child in his spot with those words and walked off, knowing there was more work to be done around the city.

The samurai knew better than to break a child's heart. It was a terrible thing and could lead adolescence on a dark path.

So he told the child what he felt would push him to be the best he could be. Whether the boy succeeded or not depended on his will to fight the system, and his drive to be a hero despite his handicap.

All in all, it didn't look good in terms of the boy's chances, but then again, he had no idea who the child was, or if he was as committed to it as the fire in his eyes showed.

Bushido jumped up and made it to the roof of a building, listening and watching for danger in the busy streets.

Hm, a quirkless hero. If only that could happen in this world of prejudice.

The samurai hero had no idea what he started.

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Chapter End

Yay! Izuku found someone who was willing to believe in him, even for a moment. Bushido doesn't realize how much that will mean to someone like Izuku.

I hope the readers of this story are happy with this chapter, as I promise to have more posted soon. Stay tuned.

Until next time, see ya!