The kingdom of Horikokka was once set in a time of peacefulness and bliss. The residing humans got on good terms with the mythical beings who inhabited within and around the land. This was, of course, before the demon king arrived.

He arose unexpectedly from the earth with the force of a cataclysmic storm. Thousands of demons soon joined, spreading terror and fear to the residents of the land. Mighty heroes fought back for the vow to keep the kingdom safe, some even were willing to risk their lives. To this day though, the beastly king's power still grows strong in the remnants of the Horikokka capital of old.

That's when it happened. One night while I was tending to our cattle, I saw it. A shadowy figure treaded around in the night. Their eyes gleamed one brown and the other blue, and in hand I could make out a sharpened broadsword. In a state of panic I began to search around for a spot to hide, hoping this vindictive figure was just a swordsman passing by and not an undercover assassin.

I trembled in fear deeply. Me, Izuku Midoriya, nothing more than a peasant farm boy was to be next in line for the demon king's bloodbath? My heart nearly thumped out of my chest as I heard the barn door squeaking open. The mysterious figure was now uncovered a bit from the faint light of the barn lanterns. His hair was short and neatly trimmed, oddly white as snow on one side while the other half was as red as a tomato. From the look of his clothes, I could immediately tell he was from a class of higher standards. The figure huffed a soft breath, before falling upon his side into a pile of hay.

Looking upon this mysterious man, I could not help but feel a sense of empathy for him. While my mind had made me see him as a fearful individual, in the clearness I now saw he was just an exhausted traveler. Doing what I could, I lifted him carefully upon my shoulder and headed back inside my home. The least I could do is let him rest for a while until we both figured out what was going on.

Morning rose over the horizon in no time as I awoke hours later to the crowing of a rooster. I stumbled around a bit, still half asleep downstairs to check on my patron. I overheard a soft bit of giggling as I approached the dining room. There I saw him; the mysterious traveler, having a conversation with my mother as they shared breakfast. "Oh, Izuku...you're awake. This young man's been wanting to speak with you as soon as possible." She explained to me with a smile, placing down another plate of pancakes with blueberry toppings. I looked upon the boy with the split-colored hair as he cleared his throat softly and spoke to me.

"Izuku, my name is Shouto Todoroki. I am the last heir to the kingdom of Horikokka and I've come in search to recruit heroes in hopes we can overcome the regiments of evil that destroyed our once peaceful nation. Would you consider helping me in fulfilling this task given your courteous, selfless nature?".

As he said this, I began to feel my stomach turn. It was not hunger either, but me becoming a certified hero? It felt as I was trapped in some kind of dream or trance and everything was happening so fast. After I reflected in my mind, I decided to consider his offer.