Chapter 1: A world of heroes
DISCLAIMER! I do NOT own any of the My hero academia names, terms, or anything like that
SECOND DISCLAIMER! Because of a combination of me being lazy and not wanting to come up with any Japanese names, this series will be taking place primarily in America. Same universe just American, no disrespect meant by this change. I just thought the UA thing was played out, so I wanted to show what was going on state side. Thanks, now on with the thing!
Hunter stared out the window at the clouds below, today is supposed to change his life. The first step towards being a hero. He looked to his left to see a nervous African American , around 15, with glasses and a slightly shaved head. Kind of lanky with a blue jacket opened exposing a red t-shirt. Next to him was a Latina in a jean jacket covering a black t-shirt and blue jeans. Her black hair was in a tight pony tail. She was currently drawing in a small leather bound journal. Hunter turned back to the window today was just a formality, for he had gotten into Pathroad Academy on recommendations.
A few weeks earlier
Hunter was on the couch reading a letter from his uncle, His uncle is a pro hero. Number 7 in North America. He tried to keep Hunter in the loop on his adventures, though the letters started to slow as time went on. Hunter and his uncle shared a close bond even though their quirks were nowhere near similar.
Name: Hunter Marshal
Age:15
Quirk: Teleport
Hunter can move from point A to point B seemingly instantaneously, gathering kinetic energy along the way.
Hunter's power was less physical than that of his uncle, who ran his own agency with many heroes following his every order. Though lately the agency has been going through a rough patch, that was made apparent by the letter.
Dear Hunter,
Hunter, I won't lie to you. I'm not going to embellish every detail, the agency is on it's last legs. Seems the more money we bring in, the more we have to shell out for lawsuits filed against us. There are only 6 heroes still faithful to me and the agency, but hey congratulations on getting into pathroads! Didn't even have to take the entrance exam, just breezed through the written portion and into your freshman year. That's my nephew, speaking of your hero career make sure to take your time when choosing an agency. I'm sure you'll make the right decision.
- Bulkhead
Hunter stared at the letter in shock, his uncle the pro hero Bulkhead was running out of money and heroes. His uncle may be the number 7 hero, but there's a reason why he's never made the top five. He's reckless always trying to secure the glory for himself, he doesn't think things through. In result even though his quirk is very versatile in hand to hand combat, it only gives him a small bit of credit and popularity.
Back on the plane
"Ladies and gentlemen we are nearing our destination the seatbelt sign is now on, please return to your seats." The intercom crackled, snapping Hunter out of his flashback. He made sure his seatbelt was secured as the plane made its landing at JFK airport, where the private jet would take him and all the other applicants to Pathroads campus just off the Maine coast. Once the plane had landed he, along with the other two stood and reached for his bag from the over head containers. With his bag slung over his shoulder he began to make his way to the exit, he wasn't the biggest fan of enclosed spaces. Not a phobia by any means just gets a little paranoid.
As he approached the pilot stood at the door and smiled "Welcome to Maine, Thank you for flying with us" he said quickly. Hunter nodded and stepped down the ladder and into the airport terminal. He decided to wander around until his plane took off maybe meet some of his future class mates.
