Hello, and here is a story that I wanted to try for a while. It will follow the original story. However, the difference is that, like All Might, he can tap into 100% of his power level without any other training. The reason why will be said later on, but this will be a more confident Izuku. However, he won't be free of flaws or goals. He will be the strongest being in the universe, yet he will have a problem dealing with discrimination against quirkless beings. Now that I think about it, that sounds like Shigeo Kageyama or Saitama. There will also be references to One Punch Man/Mob Psycho 100, but it will not be a crossover in the traditional sense. That will be another story, one where Saitama fights All for One and dies, but his powers go to the first One for All user, and Inko Midoriya is his child. Now, let us begin the story of The Strongest Hero.

Here is a small fact.

Not all men are created equally.

I learned that when I was protecting a girl who bullied by Katsuki Bakugo, all those years ago.

Flashback

"Hey, Kachan! Don't do this!"

"Or what?" He sneered at me, then activated his quirk while smashing his hands together. "You'll stop me with your imaginary quirk?" while he emphasized the imaginary part.

"Hey, just because I don't have a quirk, doesn't mean I can't be a hero!" I yelled, both scared and determined.

"Give up. You are useless Deku. You will never be able to be a hero, you piece of shit that you are." He said cockily.

However, that didn't stop me from protecting the person behind me. Then, as soon as he used his quirk, he knocked me out, making me be unconscious.

Then, when I woke up, I saw my mom crying, hugging me like I was her lifeline.

'I feel pain from what Kachan had done to me, but I feel more pain from the fact that my mom was crying. She was able to comfort me through everything, and yet, I couldn't do anything to comfort her.'

"Izuku.." She cried.

Then, all of a sudden, she pulled away from me, and, while breathing heavily and drying her eyes, she said,

"Do you want to become a hero?"

I said, with a happy tone, "Of course I do."

"Will you do anything it takes to become one?" She asked seriously, with not a hint of sadness in her tone. If I hadn't seen her cry, and see her face, and how her eyes were red, I wouldn't have been able to tell that she was crying.

"Yes," I nodded and said in an equally serious tone, with no hint of sadness in my tone either.

"Let's go. I think I might know where you can achieve your dream." She said, giving me her hand, which I accepted. She then walked me to the car, where I had sat in the passenger seat.

We drove down, as we left our house, neighboorhood, and community. I was going to ask her where we were going, but, as I remembered what she had said to me, I stayed quiet. After driving for nearly an hour, we saw a small Martial Arts Studio, on top of a mountain, at which we stopped at. It looked like it was hard to get up to, having a few hundred steps to walk, but, after 20 minutes, we got to the top of the mountain, where the studio rested. It looked traditional, but it looked, overall, on the outside at least, as normal as any other Martial Arts school. Then, when we approached the front door, my mother knocked a few times. After a few seconds, someone came to the small door and opened it.

"Hello. Are you a new student?" He said as he opened the door a crack. He had an older voice, so I thought he was older than my mom.

"No, I wanted to get my son to join." My mom said.

"How old is he, and does he have a quirk?" He said, not being able to see me.

"He is three years old, and no, he does not have a quirk."

"Sorry, I can't help you." He said suddenly before closing the door.

"Please! You said you could train people who were quirkless!" My Mom cried out.

Then, he opened the door a crack again. "I did if they were above a certain age. That age being above 10 years old. A person's body, if they do not have the determination to pull through and become the best at using the technique, will fail. Most children under the age of 10 don't have that determination."

"MY SON DOES." My mom's tone suddenly getting very serious, lacking any empathy for the person she was talking to. "HE WANTED TO SAVE SOMEONE HE BARELY KNEW FROM BULLIES, AND HE WOULD JUMP INTO A BATTLE IF HE KNEW HE COULD SAVE SOMEONE. HE IS DETERMINED TO BECOME A HERO."

He gasped in confusion, but dropped the tone, opting for a more serious one."Are you sure you want to subject your child to such rigorous training? It isn't easy to learn the technique of Fist of Flowing Water, Crushed Rock."

My Mom said, "Ask him. He is right here after all."

Then the man had opened the door fully, and I saw what he looked like. He had spiked white hair, a black, full sleeve shirt, and white pants. His features suggested he was old, showing a wrinkled, old face, with rough skin and his face seemed to suggest that he was put through a lot in his life. Betrayal was one of the emotions I saw on his face.

"Young man." He said, directing his attention to me. He put his finger under my chin, looking at me sympathetically. "Do you truly want to learn this? You will face a lot of hardships from learning it. Even though it will be very rewarding in the end, for the first few years, you will be in great pain from the work you will have to do."

Unaffected, I said with determination, "Yes, I do want to join. I wanted to become a hero. However, I was quirkless, and I was seen as worse than the people who had quirks. I was hurt by my friends and ignored by my teachers. I want to be a hero, and be able to be stronger, smarter, more agile, and more heroic than any other person with a quirk."

At first, he was stunned by my determination and what I had said. His eyes widen, and he stopped breathing for a few seconds. Then, the wrinkles in his face relaxed as he smiled, like he was looking in the mirror, and he knew what I felt like.

"All right. I will train him to be the strongest." He said to my mom, then he said to me, "You will be able to achieve that dream of yours."

Flashback end.

He would never know how right he was.

And that is the first chapter of the strongest hero. Sorry, I haven't updated my other stories, but I have a lot going on right now, so it might come by June 15-16. My brain was mostly dry from any creativity, so it will take a little longer to write the stories on my profile. At the same time, I wanted to write this because I wanted to try out a few concepts that were stuck in my head, having a harem, Deku being really strong without a quirk, and discrimination. These three things will be prominent throughout the course of the book. It will also cover the movie and the anime, so, if you don't know the plot of the My Hero Academia or Boku no Hero Academia movie, watch it, since it is available in DVD form, or, if you just don't feel like paying 20 dollars for a movie, you can just pirate it online. Anyway, if you want more of the stories, either come back on June 15-16 or subscribe to my profile or to this story to know when it will happen immediately. Subscribe to my YouTube channel as well, American theorist bros, for some theories that are going to come up. Just, don't watch the playthroughs, those are really bad. Both in quality and in the cringyness.