Alrain: Do not be deceived as this is a different time and not the time where he is just a few months prepared for the Exams of UA

Chapter 3: Fated Meetings.

Izuku sighed sadly to himself as he looked at the sea in front of him as he watches the water come up to the sand and then leave, tomorrow a full moon would come and the tide would rise which was something he studied and read in a book. Even if he didn't have a Quirk he always wondered how some certain things like the moon or sun could affect them, his former childhood friend Katsuki had such a weakness when winter came around he had a hard time sweating making his explosions none-existent, even if he did manage to generate explosions and some sweat it wasn't much more powerful than child firework.

Why he was mentioning his childhood friend was a simple reason and it wasn't that he missed him anymore, his friendship with him never existed in the first place so he couldn't miss what he never had. He simply brought it up to find a friend who was a bit more on the mature and perceptive side, perhaps a friend who felt inferior towards others of not having such an amazing Quirk. He had met none of such people as the smarter he got the more he realized how useless certain Quirks were, and none of them realized how useless they were and yet they wanted to become a Hero but how then? He knew that he sounded like a hypocrite but from what he could tell none of them trained once, his dad told him that heroes who are over-reliant on their Quirks are the ones who get beaten quickly, having a strong Quirk wasn't enough as there were heroes who did various kind of jobs, they didn't fight only but also did rescues if natural occurrences came.

All kids of his age he met were only focused on combat and not once thinking outside the box, and if they were to fight then they would lose in an instant as they had no training, they didn't see the obvious uses and standard powers their Quirks had...not that most of them had any standard powers as some of them were truly useless. His father told him that he was far more useful and stronger despite him not having a Quirk he would beat them all, and he was right about him being stronger than any one of them as some kids with the decent Quirks tried to bully him.

They all have lost and they did complain to the teachers and to their parents him being Quirkless was rather benefitting because the teachers nor the parents believed that a Quirkless child was able to beat them.

'Do you feel useless now?' asked his father in his thoughts.

"No...I never thought that I was able to beat them..." looking at his hands he reminisced himself how his first fight went and it didn't even last 10 minutes, it was one of Katsuki's cronies the one with the Quirk called [Devil Wings.] and he tried to knock him down with the gusts his wings generated, normally that would've taken him down but when it was unleashed on him it felt nothing different from a normal wind breeze. He didn't seem to know what to do else besides the gusts he generated, normally he would be surprised that he managed to stand expecting the gust to be very strong but that died down quick, his training made him kill that surprise in a split second and take action.

It took a single punch to down the crony of Katsuki.

'I kind of overdid it thinking he was stronger, but it is only his wings that are stronger but not by much,' thought Izuku remembering the aftermath of the fight and the unpleasant memory of the crony of Katsuki spilling his lunch out.

All of that insecurity and his own thoughts were washed away of how his father had proven him that a Quirkless can beat one with a Quirk, it brought him confidence and it increased when he continued defeating opponents with Quirks who had caught up of the rumor Izuku beating 'Gifted' ones. There was a fight where he had faced multiple opponents at once and...he defeated them as they had only the childish thought of defeating him through sheer numbers.

His training with specialists and his father made it all too easy for him to defeat them not finding it any different from a one on one fight.

No teamwork, no different strategies, no improvement, nothing at all of what he was expecting from them.

'This is what dad meant by childish thoughts...and he told me that I am free of it,' looking at his hand for a moment before focusing on the sky and remembered another phrase of his father, that if the Quirk did all the work and the user doesn't improve any balance wouldn't come between the 2.

So many phrases of him.

'A single hit doesn't always decide victory,'

'Taunting an enemy is wishing for a surprise death,'

'The mind itself is an enemy,'

'Acting is a way to gain the upper hand,'

So many phrases and not a single one he had forgotten as some phrases have come out and the hidden meaning behind it, right now he understood some of them but not all of them but his dad assured it would come with time.

Park.

Toshinori Yagi or the real name of the Number 1 Hero All Might was once again in a bad mood at having been forced to go over his limit, added that Naomasa. Chiyo, and Sir. Nighteye was pushing him to find his successor as each time his limits were becoming even shorter and shorter. He wondered why Gran Torino hasn't contacted him about it knowing the secret behind his Quirk and what it could do, he knew he was patient but even he had his doubts that he would wait any longer.

Sir. Nighteye had actually given him a good candidate for One for All a boy named Togata Mirio with a Quirk that can phase through anything, a very handy Quirk especially knowing that All for One had many Quirks that countered his fighting-style, and that Quirk of Mirio would certainly give him a better edge in battle and less chance to get injured. Overall Togata Mirio was actually a very good candidate in appearance, attitude, mentality, and his training and wisdom for one so young. There was honestly no reason for him to not choose him as his successor as he had literally everything he wanted for his successor...yet his heart told him that he was lacking in something he truly desired in a successor of his.

Taking another bite of his Pork bun which wasn't something that was allowed in his diet he didn't feel like listening, he just wanted to eat his favorite snacks and while he did eat what Chiyo recommended to him to lessen his bad condition he just wanted to eat his pork bun.

The park was the last place he wanted to go knowing that the place only reminded him of times he couldn't go back to, added that it also made him feel like an old man to which he was like the fate of all men would be. His mentor who also was his mother figure had died against All for One and ever since that day he regretted being Quirkless, the thought that he may change something a bit different if he had one was always in his head, yet reasoning told him that it wouldn't make that much difference against an opponent who had surpassed the age of 120 already.

Yeah, added that the fact his own successor had to face an opponent who had worth that many years of experience and already knowing what you are capable of, and while the successor pretty much doesn't know what new powers his opponent would have. One for All couldn't be taken away at all by All for One but the powers of it was a bit limited and if the successor knows about All for One, then he would expect an expression that says how he or she is supposed to be able to battle or even win against All for One.

'In truth, if they knew my Quirk against that of All for One then even with my image it would not truly give them...hope,' Toshinori could easily see if he chose a smart successor then he would definitely compare the power between the 2 if he explained how One for All worked, continuous compressed power vs versatility and pretty much in a way One for All's power too. Can't blame anyone at all if you looked it that way of what you would be standing against and with even more powers that you don't know about if there was just only a way to know how to develop other techniques besides immense force and ones that are handy too.

"Sigh! Wish that One for All came with a healing factor too," muttered Toshinori looked at his wounded left side that was covered by his white shirt with the reminder how he barely defeated All for One, worse was that All for One was weaker at the time and now currently even more powerful because even after defeating him...the feeling of safety never came and he felt that he was still out there and he was sure of it. Sure hundreds would love to be his successor but none of them would fit all the criteria as it required more than having a strong Quirk, training had little meaning to an opponent with over a hundred years of experience, techniques would pale compared to the sheer amount of versatility All for One possessed, and then there was the risk of losing the Quirk thee successor possessed as well.

He had a feeling he was missing something when he mentioned that thought that crosses his mind.

Well, there wasn't a lot of time left for him and he had to choose quickly and it seemed Togata Mirio would become his successor...wait was he seeing things or did a teenager fly past him?

"Run!" shouted a teenager running past him followed by 8 other teenagers who had been clearly been wiped to the ground, seeing from the dirt stains on their school uniforms and the bruises on their faces. What interested Toshinori the most was the clear emotion of fear was put out in their eyes and seeing how one of them had their pants in the crotch area wet.

"They never learn, always thinking nothing but the same thing over and over again," sighed Izuku cracking his knuckles as one again some teenagers tried to beat him up, how he got in a fight was him simply training and them asking what Quirk he had and the hidden meaning if he was good enough to join their group. He had kindly responded he wasn't interested in joining their group and that he was Quirkless, would've been better not saying the 2nd one as they laughed him out and tried to teach him a lesson of disrespecting their leader and wasting their time.

It was a force of habit of him saying that they never learned despite meeting this group for the 1st time in his life, but the number of fights he had gotten in with kids he had beaten was just so much that the children had to be sent to a disciplinary school.

Katsuki had been given the same fate as his Aunt Mitsuki or Katsuki's mom had caught Katsuki trying to fight him, he had been dodging all his attacks at the time with his hands in his pockets. In short, she was tired of his behavior that had gotten worse ever since he got his Quirk and made a decision, she had sent him to a disciplinary school to lessen down his behavior with Masaru (Katsuki's father) not complaining about it. While he loved his son a lot his behavior is not something he could handle well, he can handle it well since his wife wasn't any different but he knew that she knew limits and he didn't approve of his son's behavior how he used his Quirk.

While Katsuki was gone Izuku knew he would never be truly gone since he knew the mentality of his former childhood friend, and if there was anyone he knew that could overpower Katsuki in terms of desiring the Number 1 Hero spot of Japan...he knew it would take years for someone with that obsession to come. Most children did claim they would become the Number 1 Hero but none came close with Katsuki, he had become obsessed with that title ever since he got praised by others for the power of his Quirk.

'Makes me wonder if he truly changes...that look in his eyes was simply terrifying,' thought Izuku to himself and looked at his watch and saw that his training was done even quicker, another record time of him finishing his routine counting away the seconds of how long the fight took against those punks.

"Excuse me, young man,"

Turning around Izuku's eyes widened in surprise and the first thought that crossed his mind was that he was talking to a skeleton, the man was thin and that was putting it lightly as he looked a skeleton as his whole body showed no muscle and only bone, the skin that covered him was quite attached tightly to the bones and it made him wonder how he was alive.

"Uhm...Mr. Skeleton, are you not supposed to be resting underground?"

"I'M NOT DEAD!" shouted Toshinori.

"S-Sorry, but you looking like a skeleton with some skin makes me doubt that!" defended Izuku himself and he was sure anyone else would pretty much react not that different from him.

Toshinori grumbled in annoyance and irritation that his appearance did scare some people again and they called him names like 'Walking Skeleton' and 'Zombie' but not one of them called him dead...now that he thought about it those 2 other names weren't any different from what Izuku named him, and if only that damn wound he had suffered wasn't preventing him from staying in his muscled form.

No, that was actually for the better because despite the pain fans were a bit worse especially the fangirls and sometimes he got some inappropriate message but that was normal.

"Alright! I just wanted to tell you that you are rather strong, perhaps a Strength-type of Quirk?" asked Toshinori.

"Nope! I am Quirkless!" responded Izuku automatically making Toshinori spat out blood getting a scream from Izuku. holding his hand to say that he was fine and not to get close to him with the latter all too happy to obey.

"Are you sure you don't need to go to a hospital!?" asked Izuku and Toshinori wanted to answer to him but the reply was another cough of blood, which in turn got another scream from Izuku.

After wiping some blood and trying to reassure Izuku that he didn't need and that it was simply something that can't be stopped Toshinori got the situation under control, while that wasn't completely true as Izuku was still wary of him and wondering why he had not called 911 for reporting a man almost dying and appearing that he would die any moment right now.

And while the 1st question should be asked was why was he talking to a stranger.

Well, with plenty glares having been sent his way after the 1st victory of his fight he got used to it and reading one's intention and personality or hidden motives, though military training was added in that as well and the man/skeleton named Toshinori Yagi didn't feel dangerous. He even offered him a pork bun which was an expensive one and not one of the cheap ones which he had eaten, now he knew the difference of the 2 and the reason for the price of the expensive one.

"You are a Quirkless one and yet you defeated a whole group of kids older than you with Quirks in 2 minutes," repeated Toshinori himself one more time.

"Yes, it isn't any different from my previous fight with other children my age of above my age, besides that, I didn't feel like making more trouble than necessary since they are just punks, " replied Izuku taking another bite of his pork bun and savoring the taste of the meat.

"And...how long have you been doing this?" asked Toshinori thoroughly interested.

"Hm~! For some years ever since I started training when it was revealed that I was Quirkless, but even with most of them sent to a disciplinary school...trouble tends to search for me," replied Izuku swallowing his food and finishing his pork bun and feeling satisfied and while he normally ate more he didn't feel that hungry, the training was done for today and he could certainly do that again for a few more times but that wasn't satisfying as it got boring. "Yet I don't mind since I vent my frustration out on those guys,"

Vent out frustration?

Was it because he lacked a Quirk that he was frustrated?

Toshinori looked at Izuku with criticizing eyes to see if there was any bit of pride in it and to his shock, there was none, all he saw was that he was disappointed with how the fight didn't satisfy him. The boy was strong and while he wor clothes that make him look skinny he saw through those clothes an impressive muscular frame, it was simple to deduce that since the neck of Izuku gave it a bit away from that he was strong, very strong as he may not have seen it in his eyes but to send a kid older than him with a stomach-size like that...did this kid truly not possess a Quirk.

"I wished I had a Quirk...but if I did then I would be no different then these asses,"

"You're wrong, if you had a Quirk then you would never abuse it or end up like them," answered Toshinori automatically making Izuku look at him surprised at how sure he was, and Toshinori himself was surprised that he said that so suddenly and he didn't know why but something told him that it wasn't like that at all. That Izuku would never abuse power and that air around him felt familiar...it felt like him in his younger days and he just had to ask this question. "I ask you if you have a Quirk what would you gain from it?"

"Power,"

Toshinori almost showed a defeated face but Izuku continued.

"It means I have the power to save people and reassure them that everything is safe, I don't care about fame, I don't care about recognition, I don't care about such trivial things," said Izuku as he looked at the sky and reminiscing himself for a second about the innocent childhood days before he knew the truth, the dark history of Quirks that made him always sick and he knew till this day that there were those people. People who despised the existence of Quirks as it didn't exactly make things better, it made in truth everything worse because from what today was had never been like that in the past.

"...You do know that the heroes face with many other things,"

"I know, the backlash of reporters that try to make them look bad, that some people weren't saved, the times that they have no choice but to kill...such things can't be avoided no matter how powerful the Quirk may seem," his father taught him all about it and he remembered how downcast he had been when the next thing was said.

"Not everyone can be saved from death, death comes to all of us because of sickness, age, and accidents,"

"But even so like I said I want to help people and I don't need a reward for it, a thank you would be nice and all but nothing else is needed for me!" said Izuku grinning openly to Toshinori who looked at him with wide eyes, for a moment he saw someone he knew there with the same smile Izuku had plastered on his face. "Just like how All Might does,"

"I just want to help people,"

The words he said to his master when he got taken in as her student.

"Oh no! Mom is already making lunch, I got to go now bye!" said Izuku and left in a hurry as he took a single glance at his watch what time it was, if he didn't make it in time for lunch then his mom would never let it down nor did he want another lecture about being on time. No matter how strong he got he couldn't go against his mom at all nor could his dad, there was one time he had seen what the consequences were and it was the last time he wanted to see that.

With that Toshinori was left alone in the park as he saw Izuku's figure disappearing very quickly as he ran back home for lunch.

'...Is...he the one I can entrust my Quirk with,' wondered Toshinori who had been stunned by the words of Izuku and continued to listen to him without interrupting him, the stun was also because how a child can have so much knowledge and maturity of how the real world was.

The real world wasn't perfect and was honestly very ugly as well as beautiful and that was now leaning into the former thanks to the Quirks, he couldn't fully say that he hated the Quirks as he knew that it was their reason he met his master. If they didn't exist then he would've never met any of all the friends he had made and his masters as well...but was it alright to be that selfish about it since he thought about it a long time ago.

If Quirks didn't exist then the goal towards peace would be closer then ever then right now.

'Then HE would've never existed,' thought Toshinori about the only person in the world he held such rage and resentment against that did whatever he wanted, the lives he had manipulated, the power he used to those who were defenseless and had no choice to turn him for help. If it meant that in this way people didn't have to suffer from that man even if it didn't happen now...he still knew that the Quirks were sometimes a curse to those who possessed them, right now peace did exist created by him but only covering what the real problem was.

He rubbed his head in frustration and didn't want to think about him right now knowing it only gave him a headache and an anxiety attack, he should go home right now as today the other pro heroes would keep the people safe. He would not give One for All to Izuku just yet wanting to see what he was capable of and how far he was willing to go to save others, it was perhaps cruel but he had a feeling that Izuku would pass them all and that feeling was the same when he compared himself to others.

Although he didn't why he couldn't imagine him abusing his power at all if he had a Quirk, perhaps Izuku's face that appeared too innocent to be imagined with a smug one.

He was thinking a bit more about it and then left the park wondering if he would see Izuku again since he left to quickly.

Izuku was running to his home he felt weird on the way as his muscles tensed a bit up meaning someone was looking at him, he wasn't going for the obvious that it was simply one of the ones he had beaten in a fight knowing all of them were pretty much gone or avoiding him. One of his instructors told him that going for the obvious was a dangerous thing especially for someone like him, although his instructor never told him why Izuku simply took the words to heart not knowing what was so special about him anyway.

'Do not let them know that you notice them, force your muscles to relax, don't lower or speed up your pace, don't say anything unnecessary, don't show anything at all!'

Stealth training and the teachings he got from his instructor rang through his head and that only came to him when he was in danger, meaning he was in danger and kept his pace steady at the same speed he ran, his clothing was luckily baggy so the chance of his muscles tensing up was lowered down, forcing his muscles to relax a little bit.

He felt eyes boring themselves into his back and he wanted to run faster and wished right now he could do that.

*Ring!*

"Hello?" said Izuku as he took his phone out careful to not show by taking his phone out.

"My dear son~! Why haven't you come back yet~?"

At that Izuku completely froze up and stopped his running and pressed in a panic the loudspeaker on letting all those near him know, all of them would know how scary his mom was if she got angry but for what reason was she angry right now!?

"Better hurry up~! Otherwise, you get to know who is going to get spanked~!"

"NOOOOO! ANYTHING BUT THAT!" as he ran at top speed that put Olympic runners to shame and probably broken some records on the way, while he didn't notice that the yes were no longer aimed at him was probably because of the one watching him was frozen in fear.

Little did Izuku know that no matter how far away he was that it was pure mother's instinct that saved him this time.

Police Station.

Hitoshi Shinsou was generally calm in most situations but right now he was disturbed at what the man in front of him was telling him.

It all began as it was a villain attack and this one wasn't defeated like he normally had seen by other villains, he had wiped the asses of Kamui Woods and Deatharms with relative ease and was about to finish them, it was pure coincidence that he was near the situation and taunted the villain.

The man had turned around while letting a grunt out to intimidate him but training made him stand his ground and he had already won the battle, the villain responded to him and that activated his Quirk and he was under his control and allowed himself to be taken away by the Police. Of course, he had to come because without him they wouldn't get answers, but he had to be in the same room and each time he asked a question and the answer he had gotten was an honest one.

Main questions were who the man was and how he wasn't found in the system and how he remained undetected for so long, and the answers were horrifying at how they were answered with such a horrific smile and the tone he used, he talked like a child and he told them his life in that same tone that made Shinsou want to puke.

A Detective named Naomasa came in and asked Shinsou to ask a certain question and that was one question he came to regret asking about who the man served, because when Shinsou asked that the man's grin got wider and he started spouting how his master was so wonderful and the tone he used as he sounded like someone who belonged to some cult, the way he talked about his 'Master' was one of worshipping something akin to a God and Shinsou ran to a trash bin and puked.

'I didn't know people could make such...expressions,' this was another taste of the darkness that heroes who did Underground work and he didn't want to feel it again, but neither did he want something like this to continue because he discovered that there were very few heroes who did underground work. Naomasa apologized to him and offered him money for it and a good word to any Hero school he wanted to attend, he had refused that and wanted to continue helping and it may have been a traumatizing one.

Every time he thought back to that conversation he remembered the past of the man who told it and how heartbreaking it was, to know that the man could tell that with a smile on his face if he could call him a man because those eyes told him he was nothing else but a minor. He wasn't a man as he was a child broken and stuck in the body of an adult that only desired a single thing, love, and Shinsou who had felt nothing but love from his parents realized how he took it for granted.

"Shinsou-kun, are you sure about this...not many want to go with this career because of how dark it can be," Naomasa honestly didn't expect Shinsou wanting to help the police and learning the tricks of a detective, not after the boy had vomited not surprising as that questioning of the man was horrific. Yet Shinou here wanted to help and become a Hero like Eraserhead to fight the underground network that held the darkest secrets of Japan, right after that traumatizing event that had just occurred an hour ago.

"I am, I thought I knew some things about the world and how cruel it could be...I want to put a stop at what true cruelty is," said Shinsou with resolve in his voice.

'I used to care about what others thought of me because of my Quirk...but now I see that my Quirk has the power to do something,' looking at his hand it wasn't shaking and he wanted to become a hero like All Might, wanting to be seen in a good light but now he didn't care about what would be good for him or be seen in a good light, he didn't care about appearances or fame at all as long as he could help the people.

Those people suffered in a way he had suffered and he didn't want anyone else to ever feel that pain, the man had only his sympathies and not pity and he could not bring himself to hate the man not that the thought crossed his mind.

He just didn't want to see that on anyone's face.

"The training will be a hard one, so if you truly want to become an Underground Hero don't expect things to go easy," said Naomasa finishing his internal debating if he should take the boy in or not.

"I don't expect anything less," replied Shinsou with a steely gaze and while his parents would not be that happy with what type of hero he was going to be, he had his made his decision and he wanted to help the police.

"Okay then, but we will 1st start slow and that is just helping for a few weeks with just simple training and making villains talk," said Naomasa having a feeling he wouldn't regret taking Shinsou in.

Alrain: I am sorry for not updating this story for quite some time but before I wanted Izuku to develop his techniques I wanted some time for Shinsou, and also I am not good at writing chapters before the actual cannon starts meaning I am one lazy and useless author here. Anyways, I wanted to tell you I will be trying to work harder and that there will be more stories and most of them will be a single chapter, those will all keep me motivated to keep writing and as for my stories for these reasons.

DQ Izuku: I honestly wanted to rewrite this again but I will continue.

Kyuubi no Izuku: I don't know how to continue with this story as I probably should've made it a fluff story and nothing more.

Barrier Master: Perhaps I will delete this one.

Log Horizon Irregular Enchanter: Never abandoning this one and working on the next chapter.

Halfa Izuku: Rewriting this story.

RWBY Eye of Arc: The next chapter will make it more complicated since I don't like to leave loose ends.

Vampire/Sapphire Nagisa: I kind of lost motivation for both but I will try.