Hey guys, sorry about the lack of an extra chapter for the last few days, real life continued to get in the way. I'll strive to get an extra chapter out today and start up a new goal in the extra chap!
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Finishing the phone call to Tony, having agreed to using his power sources, I turned to the chat panel that was hanging off to my right. Not many people were online right now, Aegon having already called it a night after finally arriving at Winterfell. Loki had taken the week off after receiving the rewards of the mission, his new powers apparently causing him some minor issues in the control department. Jester was online but was heading into the capital of the Kryn Dynasty, their goal to figure out what happened with a beacon of some kind... It was a little confusing. Ciri and Luke had been off for a while now, the former enjoying her respite with the Jedi whilst the latter was busy running an entire galaxy spanning organisation. Gandalf was silent as always. Samantha was usually present but had to turn the chat off on missions unless she needed help. Shiroe was doing guild master stuff so I didn't know about him... Lastly there was Tony and he was enjoying his rewards...Â
From what he had told me it sounds like he was given a mutation of some kind, sourced from the X-Gene. I didn't know the specific power he got from it but apparently it was really cool. Additionally he had been able to expand his production into the electronics industry already and had created a substitute for Lithium batteries. All of our rewards were rather badass.
Drecarios Frost- Hey Luke, mind if I come over for an afternoon sometime soon?
Luke Skywalker- Sure
Drecarios Frost- Today sound good? I was wanting to copy some starships...
Luke Skywalker- Ah, we have none in the temple today. Hop over tomorrow and you can take a look at some of our X-Wings and several cargo ships
Drecarios Frost- Awesome, that works for me
Luke Skywalker- See you then, I apologise but I must go
Drecarios Frost- It's all good Luke
Luke Skywalker-Â đ
I sighed as I rearranged my priorities.
"Hey boss, mind if I use some of your capital to play the stock market?" I rolled my eyes and shrugged my shoulders.
"Sure, use a single billion. Knowing your power you'll at the very least double it." Apollo did finger guns at me again before flicking through several more panels. Leaning backwards in my reclining chair I couldn't help but drift off into the realm of Morpheus, imagining fleets of ships building badass stations and structures around the solar system.
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At the same time on a different Earth, in a different Universe...
Momo Yaoyorozu shoved her sense of nausea down as she stepped into her new classroom. 1-A, the best class for the Hero Course... A bold new step into a world she had been dreaming of for almost the entirety of her life.Â
She had gotten into UA on the recommendation list through showcasing her ability to create anything using the lipids inside her body and her own knowledge of chemistry, alongside a healthy does of physical activities and a 1v1 competition with a teacher where she had to survive a singular minute without being captured.
Naturally she had scored first place, followed closely by an emotionless boy with a rather ghastly scar over half of his face. And now she was inside the best Hero institution in the world and in Japan. She took deep breaths before moving to her desk, the order already designated in the UA letter that had been sent out.
'Your okay Momo, you got this!' With a deep exhale she sat down and got her school supplies out, organising her desk with a obsessive need for efficiency and accuracy. Every now and then the door to the class would open and she would risk glancing at the new arrivals.Â
So far there had been a yellow and black haired guy that had several lightning bolts over his school-bag and even in the form of earrings that dangled from his ears... A girl with blue-purple hair that had extended earlobes that waved around in front of her nervously, an earphone jack attached to the ends of both of them... Finally a boy that had exhaust pipes jutting from his legs and chopped his hand constantly. He was making his rounds, slowly introducing himself to each and every member of the class as they entered. His name was Tenya Iida and he seemed to be the younger brother of Ingenium.
More entered after those three: Todoroki Shoto, Tsuyu Asui, Mashirao Ojiro, Yuga Ayoama, Mina Ashido, Mezo Shoji, Rikido Sato, Koji Koda, Eijiro Kirishima, Fumikage Tokoyami, Hanta Sero, Toru Hagakure, Kastsuki Bakugo... Oh yeah and the ones from earlier were Denki Kaminari and Kyoka Jiro.
The class was becoming noisy now as people moved between desks and introduced themselves. She was swept into this as Kyoka and Denki introduced themselves and asked for her name. They were both rather cool in comparison to her, she thought as they discussed music... A topic she wasn't really interested in, though she did have a few motivational playlists made for training purposes.
1-A's doors opened once more just as Bakugo and Iida were beginning to argue over the former's use of the desks as a footstool. She didn't know the name of the boy who entered next but he certainly looked, fit. He had green hair and diamond-shaped freckles, his eyes were a greeny-blue that glimmered in the morning sunlight. His presence was certainly something, she noted, as his gaze was piercing and analysing. He seemed intelligent, too intelligent, as if he knew things about each of them, things only they should know. Eventually his eyes landed on Bakugo and a coldness spread into the classroom, as if someone had turned the AC too low and left it on for hours... Though she was sure it wasn't a physical change and more of an atmospheric feeling.
"What are you doing here, Bakugo...?" His voice was strained and tense, something about the situation was ringing alarm bells in Momo's mind as she watched from the side. Fortunately that was when a brown haired girl with squishable cheeks patted the green-boy on his shoulder and beamed at him.
"Hey! Your the cute boy from the entrance exam!" The boy blushed furiously as Denki walked over in an excited trance. "A-ah well, c-c-cute???" She nodded emphatically as Denki finally spoke out.
"You're the guy that blew that Zero Pointer away with a punch! Aren't yah!?" The green-boy nervously rubbed his neck before nodding.
"Y-yeah, name's Izuku. Izuku Midoriya." Denki gave him a hand shake before chatting with him.
"If you're here to make friends then get out." A yellow bag spoke from the floor at the gaggle of students in front of it. Looking at the bag Momo could see two bloodshot eyes glaring up at the class, an unshaven face framing those eyes as the hair of the man inside the sleeping bag flopped backwards and forwards as he crawled up to his knees; slowly climbing from inside the sleeping bag.
Every student had rushed to their desks, all of them a mix of excited and nervous. Today was their first day and they all wanted to make an impression.
"That took 8 seconds... That's too long... And irrational..." The teacher groaned out from behind his desk, his sleeping bag dangled over the side closest to the door. "Now, congrats in getting in, now we're going to the sports field to do your ability tests. Be there in five minutes, or get expelled..." The man didn't even introduce himself before speaking and then simply walked out of the room with his sleeping bag in hand. Momo and many others were completely flabbergasted by the lack of professionalism but quickly regrouped as the green-boy rushed off after gathering one of the exercise uniforms that the teacher had refused to speak about.
"Come quickly guys, I don't think he's joking about the expulsions!" The green-boy shouted back as he ran off towards the stairwell.Â
Four minutes later the entire class was huffing as they reached the field, finding the green-boy already standing there doing some small workout exercises.Â
"Thirty seconds until the deadline..." The teacher with his grey scarf idly tapped his foot in irritation as he rubbed the corner of his eyes. Momo grimaced whilst wiping some sweat off her forehead, her gaze sliding across her fellow students. "Irrational...!" The teacher exclaimed with a tone of pain.
"Whatever. My name is Aizawa, you can call me Mr. Aizawa, I will be your home class teacher, if you pass my tests." Nervous looks were exchanged by the entire class.
"W-what do you mean if we pass your tests... haven't we already done that?" Kirishima questioned whilst several nodded their heads in support.
The teacher rolled his eyes. "Bakugo, what was your score on your physical examination in middle-school for throwing a ball?" The spiky haired boy grinned maliciously before slipping back to a normal expression.Â
"About 30 metres teach." Aizawa just deadpanned at him before speaking up once more.Â
"Come up here and take this ball, I want you to use your Quirk to throw the ball." Bakugo smiled evilly, strutting up to the teacher and snatching the ball from his hand. Momo watched on with some trepidation, her mind working away at how she was going to get a high score in this test.
Bakugo spun his arms a few times before taking position. A moment or two passed before he coiled his arm backwards and then threw the ball, whilst shouting... "DIEEEE!!!!!!!!!" A massive explosion followed his words that created a small blast wave and whipped the entire class's hair about.
The teacher looked unimpressed but simply watched a device in his hands. Eventually he turned the pad around and showed us Bakugo's results. 378 Metres was his total score with his quirk and based on his past score it was an insane leap in capability.
"Today I will be testing all of you on your quirk's capabilities. If you get last place, you get expelled. Good luck. Midoriya, you're next!" Aizawa didn't even give them a chance to complain about the expulsion threat before jumping right into the tests.
It was going to be a long day...
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My name is Izuku Midoriya. I was quirkless for most of my life, a 'weirdo' that was shunned, bullied, suicide baited and hurt by almost everyone at school. Teachers and police never helped me when I clearly showed signs of being injured. Hospitals turned me away when I went with my mom to get treated for wounds Bakugo had given me again. Life was unfair, that was a known fact to everyone, being quirkless was significantly more difficult however and most would never understand how painful it is.
Every day I would write my journals for the future, hoping to fight against the hopeless situation I found myself in. The thought that if I payed attention to other heroes, emulated them, understood them and what they did, that I could become a hero even despite my lack of a quirk was all encompassing to me. For that effort my body was scarred and battered, my clothes ripped open and burned away...Â
Then one day I had met my favourite hero, All Might. He was just as awesome in person as he was in the videos I watched as a kid, or even the ones I watched now. He saved me from a Sludge villain and even gave me a signature in my latest journal. One may think it was a happy point in my otherwise shitty life... It wasn't really... Because I grabbed his leg and followed him up to the top of a building where I asked him if it was possible to become a hero despite having no quirk.Â
His answer was immediate, heartbreaking and callus. "No, I don't think it is safe for someone without a quirk to strive to become a hero like me. Become a police officer or a nurse or a doctor, anything but a hero kid, you've got to be realistic." My teeth ground against eachother back then and they still do now at the fool's words. Eraserhead and even All Might's sidekick fought without a quirk to boost their physical strength, why couldn't a quirkless kid like me be a hero?
That day I was crushed. Bakugo had suicide baited me again and had almost made me want to go through with it, then my idol had shot down my only remaining hope with all the grace of a nuclear missile. I was done.
I had walked to the edge of the roof and looked down at the street below. Everything at that moment in time was telling me that I couldn't do it, that I would be better off dead... Even my mother would be better off because she wouldn't have to look after me, a quirkless son that constantly ate away at her social life and her sanity. I had done what any low self-esteem kid that had just had his entire life obliterated before it even started would have done. I jumped.
Strangely, it was peaceful on the way down. The air whipped my hair and coiled around my skin pleasantly. My heart seemed to almost pause at the concept of dying, the panic dying away as the inevitability of death's embrace pin cushioned me. And then it all stopped. The fall stopped, the wind stopped and the screams of those below me stopped. I opened my eyes and found myself standing on the air, thousands of small arrows glowing inside my vision and constantly changing directions and brightness.
It was my Quirk... It had finally awakened from its slumber. After trying to suicide I was calm about my quirk. My life would change, yeah, but it'd never be the same again. That was evident as I watched All Might look up at me from the sidewalk with an expression of dread and extreme guilt. He knew he had possibly caused my suicide attempt and he was right in thinking that. At the time I simply analysed my ability, using all the knowledge I had accumulated over years of studying Heroes and Quirks. It hadn't taken me long to figure out that the arrows were vectors for different forces in the world and that my ability was to twist them, redirect them or outright increase their intensity.
My first taste of my quirk was being able to walk on air as I redirected gravity to make it a flat 'arrow' below me. It was an awesome ability and had so may uses in hero work. I had ignored All Might's shouting below me or the crowds' and had simply begun playing with my quirk. I could redirect air currents, empower one air current by combining two arrows together. I could play with the direction of local gravity and make flat segments that I could walk on. Cars had their own vectors and momentums not that I toyed with them... I may have jumped and been shit on by my idol but I wasn't going to become a villain because of it. My dad had died in a villain attack... I'd never become one if I had a choice.
Life from there had changed massively for me. My mother had cried a literal river-load once I got home, apologising for everything and nothing. She wasn't the one that needed to apologise in my eyes... Never was. I felt I should have apologised instead, considering that I was thinking of only myself at that moment. Suicide was always the selfish option when you still had family and I had tried to take it. It took me an entire night to settle her down, both of us ending up cuddled on the couch as she tried to ensure that I was still with her and still alive.Â
I left Aldera and Bakugo behind soon after as my mom decided to enrol me in online courses. The school was being investigated by every hero in the area and also UA after my suicide attempt, All Might having inquired as to why I would jump... Speaking of the 'number one' hero, he had tried to apologise, to make amends for his words on that rooftop. I never listened to him really. My mind always tuned out when he started bowing and crying. The attempt had changed me.
Eight months later I was enrolling in UA and had been given All Might's quirk, his guilt leading him to give it to me and his need for a successor increasing faster and faster. Those eight months were used to train my body to be capable of carrying One for All and mastering my newly unlocked quirk. With them both I had passed the entrance exam as the number one scorer and beaten All Might's previous score by 100 points. My quirk, Prime Vector, had been boosted by One For All and had become capable of increasing lifespan of objects, people and vectors. This was where I had noted that my lifespan was a simple 10-20 years, the power of both quirks killing me... Naturally I changed the value of my own lifespan to over 2000 years, because why not?
And that was how I found myself standing in a field, holding a ball and watching hundreds of thousands of arrows constantly moving around me. Aizawa had just called me up and I was going to launch the ball into outer space, an easy feat if I just lowered the gravity to 2% out of 100%.Â
"Hey, Mr. Aizawa, do you care if I lose the ball?" The man blinked a few times before shrugging.Â
"If you can make it disappear, kid, then do it." He grinned at me as I nodded, my right hand squeezing the ball a little before I simply threw it without any change of position. The rest of the class was gaping at my stupidity until I played with the vector of the ball and lowered its gravity to nothing...
In an instant the ball broke the sound barrier and continued increasing in velocity as I toyed with the draw of gravity in front of it. Thirty seconds later it was beyond my visual limit and the ball broke the stratosphere, entering space thereafter.Â
Aizawa-san was smiling widely as he turned the pad around, showing the rest of the class my result. Which was of course infinity.
"EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!???????!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!"
I smirked a little at how fun it was to get that reaction from people.
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