Fighting the world and tearing through all adversities, the children of the generations continue to march forward into their future.
Location: Before the grasp of time
"Mom! Y-you got-tta wake up! Don't le-eave me! Mom!" Before there was the discovery of quirks, there was a boy and his mother. A boy that desperately clang onto the hands of his dear mother. A fire that burned everything he knew to the ground. His eyes barely believing the reality that was given to him.
Blood, it was always this red-substance that he couldn't stand. The thought of someone bleeding meant death to this little boy. And in this instance, his own mother had painted him, only once before, in her blood. The blood of someone that was beyond any point of saving washed him clean of his innocence.
Before there was a duo of child and parent, there was a woman dyed in blood-red on the floor. Her eyes display faint signs of light, but that was all she had left. Even if she wish to comfort her child, the mother had neither the strength nor the will to move any part of her body. She was only left with the utter despair of her son in her eyes. She did not want this. She did not want to leave this world with knowing that her child will be left all alone...yet the child's mother could not tell her son any of this.
As the minutes pass with seemingly no help anywhere in sight, the young boy's mother began her descent into the depths of sleep, an eternal dream without end. As her eyes slowly tries to close, it took everything in her to keep them open at her son who was crying more than before. She wanted to stretch every second into an eternity, but the world cannot allow such a thing to happen.
Her final moments were now.
Her son's teardrops fell onto her face without stop.
Her life was coming to an end.
She felt despair of everything.
She saw the grim reaper, itself, standing behind her so-...something was wrong?
No, it can't be...I-zu-ku?
The mother's green-eyes revealed shock, as a flame ignited within herself. This was her last cry of life before everything turns black. Her dead eyes came back to life, seeing the figure behind her son with more clarity and detail than what she once thought possible.
Before there was the arrival of humanity and their will, there was a young man standing behind a younger version of himself. The woman saw a face full of melancholy, a face that greatly resembles her son's-with eyes and hair of green, elegantly giving off the illusion of a deity from the Ninth Heaven.
My boy, you're all grown up. My baby boy is all grown up!
Tears slowly formed once again from those barren eyelids. She knew that it was him, even if his face was entirely scarred beyond recognition, his body completely transformed into that of a devil, or even if his entire self turned into ash. She will not forget the essence that is her son, the little angel that filled her colorless world with life and beauty.
"Mom!" The young child screamed on the top of his lungs, as her mother took her final breath and departed from this plane of existence. Her heart stopped beating, as the flames in her eyes dispersed to utter darkness.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! MOM!" His cries will not stop, his hopeless wishes to the heavens will not stop until a miracle happens.
"Oh Izuku, don't cry. Mommy is right here." A gentle voice flew into the child's ear and right out the other. There was no one beside him, only his dead mother.
However, if one could peer into the mysteries of existence, then they could see that there is indeed a woman besides the young Izuku, caressing the child's head with great sincerity, even though she looked exactly like the dead woman in front of her.
"Although I don't know what's happening, your mother got a pretty good guess...thank you Izuku." She gently said without looking back, after caressing her son's head as she wanted to do in the first place. But there was no reply from the young man behind her.
Before there was the concept of life and death, there was the cruelty and randomness of heaven. But this was not one of them.
While still trying to comfort her child, the mother regretfully said, "Mommy wanted to be there for your first days of school. Mommy wanted to be there when you made your dream of being a hero real. Mommy wanted to be there to see you marry the girl of your dreams. She wanted to see her grandchild and great-grandchild..." And after a few more yearnings, she got up and turned to the man behind her, gently touching his rough face with her hands.
"I wanted to see my son all grown up with my own eyes…thank you for this single moment, my adorable, little Izuku." Izuku's mother said tearfully, seeing like this and thinking how she was still taller than her son, which made her ecstatic about his future growth, as her figure slowly disappears. The young man gave a small smile before his departing mother, signaling her to make the largest grin to date, leaving the world with completion.
Before there was anything, there was a boy and his older self, standing before their mother. Their figures stood in the collapsing house, as the heavens turned away.
Location: Nearing Kyoto, Japan
"My lord, we will be in Kyoto in just a few minutes." A voice ringed in the ears of a green-haired, young man. His eyes quickly opened at those words, seemingly asleep before then.
"I see." The man in question gave a sincere smile at his attendant, a man in black, for his reminder, which promoted the attendant to bow and return to his station.
Currently, the man refereed as a lord was also attired in the same business suit like the rest of the people on this plane. And as stated before, he was on his way to Japan, whether for victory or defeat was uncertain as of now. However, this little recess on the plane ride allowed him to gather together his thoughts, something he had not done for awhile now.
He looked outside the window from his seat, seeing the vast expanse of the clouds and just beyond the horizons is the destination of everything.
"Heh." The green-haired man let out a chuckle at that thought, prompting the only other person left in the room to respond.
"I assume you had a good rest, young master?" On the seat, directly opposite to his, a middle-aged man inquired, designating the young man as his master. The retainer's complexion had nothing notable that could make him stand out in a crowd, but when his voice traveled across the room, an outwardly aura drenched everything in a mysteries atmosphere. A sort of primordial nature that artists from the High Renaissances tried to depict. The middle-aged man was anything but a normal person.
Hearing the person who, once before, referred to himself as his steward, the young man's eyes became illuminated. The green color of his eyes appears to reflect the truth of the heavens, twirling around in brilliance and capable of shouldering the burden of the world itself.
"I did, uncle. All my work will finally be completed with this trip.", the green-haired man said in a satisfied tone, "How can I not feel excited?" Everything is coming to fruition in his mind and no one can stop him now.
The steward/uncle responded with a smile before bringing up another subject, taking the silver briefcase at his side since the beginning of the journey and signaled one of their subordinates to enter the room.
"Since you're in such high spirits right now, you should start preparing." The steward suggested, as the subordinate, a very pale man with a shark fin behind his back, opened and presented the contents to his lord.
The green-haired man looked at the numerous blood vials that the briefcase was holding, glancing at the tiny labels before gesturing the sharkman to close it.
"There is no need, uncle. This is different from the meeting with the High King...that man does not require a test of skills but loyalty. So we do not need to arm ourselves like we had to in Europe." The young master calmly said, thinking about a few matters, looked outside the window again, "And besides, unlike Europe, I know Japan's heroes and villains like the back of my head."
Absolute certainty was his claim, which the middle-aged man and the other person in the room did not rebuke. They knew that their master had his own ways of dealing with Japan compared to the ruthless trials of Europe.
"Though, I am surprised that the High King would agree to your conditions, considering how you told him about your end goal. Will he truly not renegade on our agreement at the final hours?" The middle-aged man brought up the question he wanted to reconfirm the answer for, since the name High King was brought up. The young man's uncle knew that if the High King wanted to renegade on a promise, there is no one in the world that can tell him otherwise.
The green-haired man pondered for a bit, answering the question like before, "He won't, uncle. The High King is someone that follows the path of chivalry, he will not do something that contradicts his moral compass.", the young man said with confidence, "Even if he does, the Noble Ladies of Castle Housecrusher will not just ideally sit by."
"Ahh." The middle-aged man finally understood the connotation of that line, but he was not the one to voice out the clarity of his young master's words.
"I see now, my lord. Since the mistress and young lady is staying in Europe as per the agreement, Noble Lady Alisa would also be staying with them from time to time." The sharkman mentally praised his lord's thought process, as in order to gain the trust and ease of the High King, their lord needed someone to stay in Europe. And who better to choose than their mistress, the only wife to their lord and adored daughter of Noble Lady Alisa of Castle Housecrusher. With this arrangement, there is no safer place to raise the young lady than in the comfort of Europe.
"Yes, but if Ochako accidentally spills the beans then no matter how much I plan, I would still be ten kilometers beneath the ground when mother finds out." The green-haired man jokingly said, however, all three of them knew that if their mistress's mother found out that her daughter was being used as political leverage, the world will freeze over. And although the young lady, Eri, was not part of the agreement, her being dragged in as collateral damage would further incite all the noblewomen of Castle Housecrusher to move.
After a few more minutes of conversing with one another, a giant polar bear came into the room, dressed in a black suit that made him look quite huggable.
"My lord, we are arriving at Kyoto's airport in less than five minute, please get ready." The polar bear said in a rough voice, as he took his placed besides his master like the sharkman.
At the polar bear's words, the young man peered outside the window again, seeing the majesty of the land underneath the sky, having not changed since his departure a few years ago. This made him feel at home, but an unpleasant feeling also arose in him.
Though the land may not have changed, something is off.
The young man contemplated for a few moments before carrying out his thoughts.
"Keto, give me the blood vial with MET-004. And Orson, my arm."
The young man's two subordinates quickly followed his orders, as the sharkman searched through the blood vials and the polar bear went to get something from a hidden component of the room, rushing back with another sliver briefcase.
"My lord." Orson lowers his head, presenting a gigantic, mechanical arm for his young lord. The arm's design appears to be inspired by steampunk, rigid and made with gears in a miscellaneous fashion. It was nothing to write home about, but to the green-haired man, it does the job perfectly.
On the back of the hand, there were thirteen slots in a circular layout, where half of them were filled with the same blood vials that was in the briefcase. The vials were inserted in each slot like a puzzle game for little children and fastened in by a metal overlay, so that it did not look out of the ordinary.
Clunk! Clunk! Clunk! Clunk!
In a few moments, the mechanical arm secured itself onto the young man, as the gears turned to tighten. He inserted the vial, given by Keto, and the gears turned again to seal all thirteen holes. In retrospect, the designers should've improved on the blueprint of such a device, seeing how the right arm of the green-haired lord looked disjointed and weird due to the steampunk aesthetic. But other than that, when the young man started to move his arm to get a feel for the device again, the movement seemed too natural for it to be derived from the era of steampunk. It gave the impression of it being a hybrid of two ages being grinded together forcibly.
"Now." Even though the middle-aged man did not ask why his young master was equipping on his weapon, the glances of brilliance in his eyes said everything.
Out of nowhere, just as the plane was nearing the landing site, a red-alert erupted in the room where the four were, as anti-aircraft missiles approached rapidly.
Clunk! Clunk!
Before the missiles landed, the young man clenched his right thumb, signaling the gears to turn, as the inner workings of the arm started. Underneath the newly inserted blood vial was a needle that pierced into the flesh of the young man, who only twitched his eyes a bit, and a white outline covered him.
And with a downward thrust of his left hand, all the missiles were forced downwards, missing their intended target. The young man then clenched his left hand together and the missiles collided with each other in a large explosion.
Boom!
"I want the person alive." At the sounds of the explosion reaching the city below, the polar bear and sharkman left the room and jumped off the plane in pursuit at their lord's command.
"To dare try to intercept a plane from the High Court of Europe, the Japaneses must really not want our presence here." The steward said in a calm voice like the accident was just a common occurrence.
"Maybe, but they cannot stop our march now." The young man casually said, taking an empty vial out from the back and removing the mechanical arm from his body. Then, a few moments later, as the green-haired lord sees that the plane was about to touch ground, he smiles once more.
"Everyone in Europe and the Americas believe that he has lost his edge, since his defeat against All Might, but his true terror does not lie in his combat prowess.", the green-eyed man said in a whimsical fashion, lifting himself up from the comfy seat, "I hope we can see the quirk that made him near-invincible."
The young man's uncle agreed with his statement.
"So do I. In the vast expanse of time, I have seen all of the first generational kings' quirks except his, the man who made all of Asia quake beneath his feet-All For One." The uncle grabbed onto the blade to his side and started to get up as well.
To the green-haired man, the scene of All For One's empire spreading across Asia, causing tremors in Europe and tidal waves in the Americas was a story that he had heard more times than he could count from the numerous people he met along his journey.
Right now, he has the chance to see that legendary quirk for himself. A kind of innocent intrigue was shown on the young man's face, just like during his youth.
"Let's go, uncle. Japan is waiting."
"Yes, young master Izuku."
The green-haired, young man was indeed Izuku Midoriya, the tragic child of young and youth.
The wisps of their lives changed completely on that day, as the world moves forward.
The house burned down.
The boy left his home.
He passed the final crossroad in his life.
His destiny and fate became mixed in the blender of the many.
The heavens could only look onward now, as to see which side the world will take in the coming day of determination.
Thank You For Reading!