The dawn broke over Dagobah Beach, painting the waves gold. I stood on the now-cleared sand, the weight of the Weighted Training Bands tugging at my wrists and ankles. My breath was steady, but my mind churned.
The system's neon interface flickered to life, its familiar ding sharper than before.
System Update Complete: All One For All-related quirks removed. Core quirk renamed 'Superpower' to prevent temporal and metaphysical complications. Daily Pull Initiated…
I braced myself. The kaleidoscope of colors spun, images flashing—flames, shields, a glowing book—before settling.
Congratulations! You have received: Skill – Analytical Mind (A-Tier)
Description: Enhances cognitive processing, allowing rapid analysis of combat situations, opponent weaknesses, and strategic planning. Effect strengthens with use.
A warm pulse spread through my head, like a mental muscle flexing. I tested it, eyeing the pipe in my hand. Instantly, my mind broke down its weight, balance, and potential as a weapon—1.2kg, slightly off-center, ideal for quick jabs but poor for heavy swings.
I grinned, storing it back in Dimensional Storage. Analytical Mind could be a game-changer for the U.A. entrance exam, letting me outsmart those hulking robots.
But the system's words lingered: temporal and metaphysical complications. Was it protecting me from something? Mirio Togata, All Might's true protégé, had One For All in this world.
My Superpower, a Gacha gift, wasn't supposed to exist. Did the system rename it to hide me from All Might? The vestiges? Something worse? I shook off the thought, focusing on training.
The exam was weeks away, and I needed to master what I had: Superpower, Dimensional Storage, and my skills—Minor Telekinesis, Enhanced Reflexes, Combat Instinct, Energy Efficiency, and now Analytical Mind.
I strapped on the Weighted Training Bands tighter, channeling 10% of Superpower. Green sparks crackled as I sprinted across the beach, each step a battle against the bands' resistance.
Enhanced Reflexes made my movements fluid, and Combat Instinct pinged at a loose rock ahead, letting me vault over it without breaking stride. Energy Efficiency kept my stamina steady, letting me push longer than before.
I summoned a car door from Dimensional Storage, using Minor Telekinesis to levitate it as a shield while I practiced strikes.
Analytical Mind kicked in, calculating angles for maximum impact—45 degrees for a jab, 30 for a kick.
By noon, sweat soaked my shirt, but I felt alive. The beach was my proving ground, and every move honed my quirks and skills. I paused for a Senzu Bean, its glow warm in my palm. One bite, and my fatigue vanished, muscles knitting back to full strength.
I stored the rest—19 beans left—in Dimensional Storage. They were my trump card, but I couldn't rely on them alone.
Inko's voice broke my focus. "Izuku! Lunch!" She stood at the beach's edge, holding a bento box, her green hair catching the sunlight. I jogged over, grateful for the break.
We sat on a driftwood log, sharing rice balls and tamagoyaki. Her pride in the cleared beach warmed me, but her earlier words echoed: You don't have to carry the world, Izuku. She didn't know about Superpower or the system, but her belief in me was enough.
"Mom, what if… I'm not what people expect at U.A.?" I asked, picking at my food. "What if I'm too different?"
She smiled, soft but firm. "Then you show them who you are, Izuku. Not what they expect, but what you choose to be."
Her words hit deep. Superpower wasn't One For All, but it was mine. I'd make it enough.
That afternoon, I pushed harder, combining quirks and skills. I used Dimensional Storage to summon debris mid-sprint, flinging it with Minor Telekinesis to hit targets I'd set up—old tires and crates.
Analytical Mind mapped their trajectories, adjusting my aim in real-time. Superpower surged through my legs, letting me leap to dodge imaginary robot attacks, Combat Instinct guiding my path. Energy Efficiency stretched my endurance, but my limit loomed—10% was safe, 11% risked pain.
As the sun dipped, the system chimed again, unprompted.
User Growth Recognized: Mastery of Superpower at 10% stabilized. Daily Pull Initiated…
Congratulations! You have received: Item – Kinetic Glove (B-Tier)
Description: A single glove that amplifies kinetic force of punches by 1.5x when worn. Stores in Dimensional Storage.
I slipped on the glove, feeling its weight. A test punch cracked a crate, the impact sharper than expected. With Superpower, this could shatter U.A.'s robots—if I didn't break my arm first.
I stored it, my mind racing with strategies. Analytical Mind was already weaving plans: use the glove for key strikes, save Senzu Beans for emergencies, deploy Dimensional Storage for traps.
Would All Might see me and know something was wrong? I pushed the fear down. I had Inko, my quirks, my skills. I'd carve my own path.
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Mirio Togata's POV
The U.A. training grounds were a maze of steel and concrete, perfect for pushing my limits. I phased through a collapsing wall, One For All's power humming in my veins.
Green lightning danced across my skin, stronger than ever—20% now, after months of grueling work with All Might. My Permeation quirk let me slip through obstacles, but One For All gave me the strength to smash them when I needed to. The combo was unreal, like being a ghost and a tank at once.
I vaulted over a robot's swipe, phasing my torso to avoid its claws, then solidified to land a punch. Green sparks flared, and the bot crumpled, circuits sparking.
Nighteye would be proud—precision, power, control. But All Might's words from our last session echoed: You're my successor, Mirio. One For All chose you. That weight sat heavy, heavier than any robot.
As I caught my breath, a weird feeling hit me, like a tug in my chest. One For All pulsed, not with power, but… something else. A whisper, faint, like voices I couldn't hear. The vestiges? All Might mentioned them once, said they'd guide me when the time came.
But this felt off, like the quirk was restless. I shook it off, focusing on the next obstacle—a gauntlet of lasers. I phased through, One For All boosting my speed, and cleared it in seconds.
Training with All Might was intense, but inspiring. He was weaker now, his time limit shrinking, but his grin never faded. Today, he watched from the sidelines, his skeletal form leaning on a cane. "Looking good, young Togata!" he called, thumbs up. "Keep that smile shining!"
I grinned back, but my mind wandered. The U.A. entrance exam was soon, and as a third-year, I'd help oversee it. All Might said it was a chance to scout future heroes, maybe even someone worthy of One For All someday.
I didn't get it—why think about passing it on when I'd just started? But his eyes had that knowing look, like he saw something I didn't.
Post-training, I hit the showers, then headed to the common room. Tamaki was there, fidgeting with a protein shake. "Mirio, you're pushing too hard again," he muttered, tentacles sprouting from his fingers—a nervous habit.
"Just getting ready for the exam!" I said, flexing. "Gotta show the first-years what a real hero looks like!"
He rolled his eyes, but smiled. Nejire bounded in, her energy infectious. "Mirio, heard you smashed another robot! Is that One For All thing getting stronger?"
I nodded, but that tug in my chest returned, sharper. One For All flared, unbidden, and for a split second, I saw… a beach? Sand, waves, a green-haired kid lifting a truck frame with green sparks. Not my sparks—different, but familiar. I blinked, and it was gone. "Whoa," I muttered.
"You okay?" Nejire asked, tilting her head.
"Yeah, just… weird vibe." I didn't elaborate. The vestiges, maybe? Or was One For All reacting to something? I remembered All Might's warning: the quirk had a will, tied to its users. If it was acting up, I needed to tell him.
That evening, I met All Might at his office. He was in his true form, gaunt but sharp-eyed. "Young Togata, you're troubled," he said, setting down his tea.
I explained the chest tug, the vision of the kid. His face tightened. "A green-haired boy? With sparks like One For All?"
"Yeah, but… not quite the same. It's hard to explain."
All Might leaned back, fingers steepled. "One For All is unique, but quirks can evolve unpredictably. This boy… he might have a variant, a quirk mimicking ours. Or something else." His voice dropped. "Keep an eye out at the exam. If he's there, we'll know."
I nodded, but unease gnawed at me. One For All was mine, chosen for me. So why did it feel like it was looking somewhere else?
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Izuku's POV
The days blurred into a rhythm of training and bonding with Inko. The beach was spotless now, a local attraction again. Kids played where junk once piled, and Inko's pride was a quiet fire in my chest.
I trained harder, pushing Superpower's 10% limit with the Kinetic Glove, its amplified punches denting steel drums. Dimensional Storage let me summon debris for impromptu obstacles, and Minor Telekinesis added finesse, letting me redirect objects mid-air. Analytical Mind wove it all together, calculating angles, force, and timing like a chess master.
The system's daily pulls kept coming, a mixed bag. A Shock-Absorbing Insole (B-Tier) cushioned my landings, perfect for Superpower's leaps. A Tactical Flashlight (C-Tier) could blind foes.
I stored them all, my Dimensional Storage a growing arsenal. But the randomness grated—yesterday's pull was a Gourmet Cookbook (D-Tier). Useful for cooking with Inko, maybe, but not for hero work.
One night, watching hero news with Inko, I saw Mirio again—a clip of him saving civilians, phasing through rubble with One For All's sparks. My heart sank. His power was stronger, smoother, at least 20%.
He was the real deal, U.A.'s golden boy. My Superpower felt like a knockoff, even if it was mine. Inko noticed my quiet. "Izuku, you'll get there. Believe in yourself."
I hugged her, her warmth grounding me. "Thanks, Mom."
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Mirio's POV
The exam was days away, and training intensified. One For All felt heavier, like it was watching something I couldn't see. I pushed harder, phasing through walls and smashing robots with 20% power.
All Might's words stuck: Find the boy. I didn't know why, but I trusted him. If this green-haired kid was at the exam, I'd spot him. One For All's tug was no coincidence—it was a warning, or maybe a call.
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Izuku's POV
The final day before the exam, I stood on Dagobah Beach, the system chiming.
Daily Pull Initiated…
Congratulations! You have received: Skill – Adrenaline Surge (A-Tier)
Description: Temporarily boosts physical performance by 10% for 30 seconds, once per hour. Cooldown reduces with practice.
I tested it, triggering Adrenaline Surge. Superpower flared, pushing me past 10%—11%, maybe 12%—without pain. I leapt, clearing half the beach, landing with a shockwave. Analytical Mind clocked the cooldown: 59 minutes. This could tip the scales against U.A.'s robots.
As I packed up, Inko arrived, her eyes bright. "Izuku, you're ready. I know it."
I hugged her tight. Mirio, All Might, the system's secrets—none of it mattered. I had Superpower, Dimensional Storage, my skills, and Inko. Tomorrow, I'd face the exam and prove I was a hero, no matter whose quirk I carried.