Shinobi

Summary: A Naruto x Boku no Hero Academia Crossover Fanfiction. Naruto is born in the same dimension as Midoriya and Co. He also like is quirk less and also is orphan. Swordsman Naruto. Naruto will be as powerful as Rock Lee In the beginning.

Disclaimer: I want to own both Naruto and Boku no Hero Academia, but sadly do not so yeah both of them belong to their respective owners Masahi Kishimoto and Kohei Horikoshi respectively. Oh! And also I borrowed certain concepts (more like the moral outlooks) from various other anime/manga. They will be present in the story in a more subtle way. That too I do not own.

Author's Note: Rating it 'T' just to be safe as it may contain violence. My first story so It will never contain Lemon and also I am not great with the romantic genre.

CHAPTER 01

It all began in the town of Qing Qing, China with the birth of a "Luminescent baby". Shortly, similar phenomenon popped up all over the world. The trigger of these events newfound powers was never determined. But as time progressed what was once extra-ordinary became ordinary…. ….and "DREAMS" became "REALITY"! Of the planet's population, around 80% have developed unique abilities, or "INDIVIDUALITIES" called – Quirks! We have entered a new age – a society of superhumans!

It was around 9:30 pm. A small boy around nine years of age was running frantically down an alleyway. His small face smeared with mud and blood from little wounds here and there. Tears were rolling down his cheeks, but they were not of fear, rather they were from the pain and stress he was feeling from all the beating and running.

Earlier today he was to searching for food when he came across this restaurant selling delicious smelling Ramen. He was mesmerized by the delicious scent of the food and the overall look of the store which exhibited aristocratism at its peak. "Shoot, I could never eat at such a good place", thought the boy. But the food was too delicious to be ignored. "Well no one would ask for money if they don't see me", the boy thought with a cunning smile. Although, to a hungry a boy even rotten bread and water was delicious. So, when he saw that the restaurant is negligent about security around its rear entrance the boy decide to take the chance and steal a quick snack. Being a so called, "Street Rat" he was quite skilled in breaking and entering.

So he snuck in and stole some food, but as he leaving, someone spotted him. "So, what do we have here? HUH! A little rat trying to steal I see. What do you think you are doing BRAT! RETURN WHAT YOU'VE STOLEN THIEF!" yelled the chef as he started chasing the little boy. He has just rounded the corner when a rod made contact with his head. His baggage got thrown and spilt all over the road. Soon other people came to do 'JUSTICE' to the thief who dared to steal a little to survive. Somehow the boy managed to escape the rain of kicks and punches. And began running.

His head was throbbing with pain, his legs were screaming for mercy. He finally saw a ray of hope. A sharp dark bend to the right. He took his chances and dashed into the alley, but it was a dead end. Soon the savage screams of angry hooligans came beyond the entrance of the alleyway. Never in his life has the boy cowered in fear, because at very early age he had realized that if one is afraid he/she is as good as dead. But now with a sense of impending doom he started to cower down in fear.

"Well at least he should've had a quirk fit enough for his job, but I guess his luck ran out." cackled some old corny from the back.

"Please don't hurt me!" the boy pleaded, but he was met with cold, hateful and merciless stares.

"You know kid, you should've never messed with us. What do you think, HUH? You lousy little brats will steal from us and we'll allow that." The man laughed maniacally.

"That inviting open door, we laid it as a trap. For the past few days of our food was being stolen, so we decided to catch the thief red-handed and teach him a lesson. Guess we found our culprit!" he looked at his companions with a devilish grin plastered on his face.

But all his fun was ruined when he looked back at the boy and saw that a man was standing in between him and his gang.

"Ganging up a little hungry boy, some MAN you are!" said the man spitefully. Others were not able to make out who the stranger was but they very well knew that they shouldn't mess with him. Still their leader mustered up the courage to speak up to him.

"Who the hell do you think you are, messing in our business? What? Are you trying to play Hero! Well it ain't gonna cut here, get the hell out of here!".

"Well, you see I am not trying to play hero." grinned the stranger, "I am a HERO!"

With that he dashed forward and knocked out the entire gang by hitting them with the hilt of his swords. One man recognized him, "YOU'RE YOU'RE Star Sword the pro hero who wields three swords, the practitioner of the ancient Kenjutsu style Santoryuu…GAHHHHH" exclaimed a man before he was knocked out.

"Yeah so what?" Star Sword said emotionlessly. Having made sure that all of impeding danger has been taken care off, he returned to the child, who was still cuddled in fear.

"Why did you steal? You know it isn't the right thing to do." asked the man.

The boy rubbed his tears away and said, "I was hungry. I have not eaten in for many days. What do you expect from me?"

The man sensing the pain behind the words decided to let the matter go. He looked up at the night sky, remembering some memories he had long suppressed to the back of his mind.

"What's your name boy?" he asked.

"Uzumaki Naruto", he answered tiredly, fatigue dripped from each word he spoke.

"My name is Suzuki Ryuota. Nice to meet you kid."

Ryuota took the boy with him to his headquarters, and fed him to his heart's content. After taking him home, Suzuki Ryuota a.k.a Star Sword, made a detailed observation of him for the first time. Naruto was a nine year old. His body was quite small for someone his age. He had sun kissed blonde hair spiking out in all direction. His eyes were cerulean blue and were as deep as the ocean. He was fair with a little bit of tan. But, his most notable feature were three whisker like scars on both his cheeks. He wore a black T-Shirt with red whirlpool insignia in the front. He had a half-sleeve orange hoodie draped over the shirt which was missing its front chain and was torn in places. He worn a light blue shorts with navy blue track lines and wore casual sneakers which were almost falling apart. The boy was sure going through a lot. Although Ryuota was not the most sensitive guy in the block, this was still bothering him a lot.

"Kid, why didn't you protect yourself from the crowd. You got to have some type of quirk, right?" asked Ryuota.

Naruto looked at him with a puzzled look and asked," What's a Quirk?"

Not expecting such a weird question, Ryuota tried to explain the best he could." Well you see a Quirk is sort of some superpower that you are born with, and by the age of three or four you are able to manifest it.", explained Ryuota.

Naruto returned a blank stare.

"Do you have any unique abilities? Like flying, super strength, jumping great heights, super speed, controlling elements anything like that?" asked Ryuota.

"No, I guess." replied Naruto.

Ryuota realized that Naruto could one those few who are born without any quirk. He is so called QUIRKLESS.

"Well this is a problem then." thought Ryuota. He could not just leave the child to fend for himself.

'Maybe I can take him in.' He looked at Naruto and observed him again. "Hey Kid, where are your parents?"

"I don't know", answered Naruto.

'That seems like a problem, if I leave him on the streets he is going to be picked on again. Also he might develop criminal tendencies.'

Naruto was looking around with curiosity. Now there are two things one should know about Ryuota. One he was old. He was already planning his retirement from active duty. Two he was too kind-hearted. He would practically take anyone in if he thought that the other person was in need of help. Three he was goddamn rich. Working for so long as a hero has its own perk. Back in the day becoming hero was quite easy for young people as there were not so much restrictions. Being a hero for over forty years has helped him to accumulate huge wealth. Unfortunately he never got time to start a family as he thought it would be too risky. Instead he decided to open a dojo where he would teach students the ancient art of sword fighting and maybe one pass over the art of Santoryuu to someone eventually.

"You have a nice house oji-san" said little Naruto.

'Well it wasn't quite flamboyant as the Todoroki estate or the Yaoyorozu estate, but it isn't too shabby either.' Ryuota thought.

"You like my house?" Ryuota asked Naruto with a little smile.

"It is awesome!" Naruto replied.

'Well I still haven't found someone who could inherit my fighting style. It won't be too bad if I try and train this kid. But, I have to take things slow. Allow him to prove to me that he is worthy enough to be my student.'

"Well if you like my house, you can stay in it." Ryuota said.

Hearing this Naruto's eyes gleamed with joy.

"But there are conditions that you need to follow. One you will get into a school and start studying. Two I have few rules and regulations. You will need to follow them by the book. Three accommodations these days isn't cheap, so you will need to pay me by helping me out with everyday chores."

Although Ryuota sounded like an asshole when he set that last condition, it was for Naruto's own benefit as he needed to learn about being responsible. Not every time in his life will he find people who will help him out just out of the blue. No, reality is harsh. He will have to earn everything in his life.

"So, do you agree to these conditions, kid?"

"Of course oji-san!" Naruto said wit his hand raised.

'Hmm, well that was easy' Ryuota thought.

A/n: And cut. Well, this is my very first attempt to write a story, so please guide me through this. All of your support will encourage me too improve and continue my work. If you find any mistake, no matter how small it is please point it out. If I get enough support I will try to update every fortnight or earlier. So please support me and my work. Also please review my Disclaimer so that I am not charged with plagiarism. This is redflash2008 checking out.