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Bladed Hero: Marimo!
Ch.2: The First Blade is Inherited
CLACK!
The sound of wood hitting wood echoed throughout the dojo as two combatants were clashing with each other, mirroring eachother's moves as their sparring session quickly became twin twisters of blades, crashing their bokken together in a swordsman's rhythm.
"Come on, kid! I barely felt that last one!" Roronoa yelled out, his speech perfect despite the bokken shoved into his mouth. His opponent was his own student, Izuku Midoriya.
The young boy had changed drastically over the decade of his life. For the most part, he still had a youthful body, but now his frame was rippling with muscle from the nightmarish training Zoro put him through. His wild mess of dark green hair descended to sit below the ear level, while he kept it in a messy bun as to keep his hair out of the way during combat. Unlike his teacher, who wore a green yukata, Izuku wore a navy-blue yukata with a bright green sash acting as his belt. His robe like pants were a lighter shade of blue. He too wielded three bokken, clutching the third between his teeth. Izuku held a grin despite the aches and pains that came from blunt trauma.
"Yes, Sensei!" was Izuku's main response as he pulled back. The two once again mirrored eachother and they leapt at one another from across the room, and did a quick spin.
"108 pound..."
"…CANNON!" The two uttered and their flips generated so much force that they sent powerful, long range wind pressures that burst like cannon balls, and their cannons collided midair, creating a crack and a blast almost like a hand grenade. Roronoa then stood straight, and removed the bokken from his mouth, and he held a grin as he looked to his student, who went to rest by drinking a cup of water.
"Good job, kid." Roronoa said calmly as he walked to Izuku. "The cannon you sent out was a little more than 108 pounds, which is great." He said as he then pat his disciple on the head. "I have to say, I expected you to quit before the first year." He said bluntly, which Izuku deflated at.
"But… You have been a phenomenal student, one who I would be willing to call my… successor." He said, to which the young boy's eyes widened. Roronoa chuckled as he took out his prized sword, the white sheathed blade, Wado Ichimonji. He tapped the tip of its sheath against each of Izuku's shoulders.
"Congratulations kid, I think you're to become your own man. Your own HERO." He said, and then presented his student his own blade, Wado Ichimonji. "What swordsman doesn't have at least one sword, eh?" He said as he then presented Izuku a pair of other katanas. The elder green haired man grinned down at Izuku. "But you're only getting Wado, my two other swords are… a bit too heavy for you." He said, a small pause in his voice.
Izuku couldn't have been happier though with just these three blades though, even if two were standard katana. When he grasped the handle of Wado, it sent a tingle up his arm, that spread throughout his body, as if the sword was alive. His face was wavering, on the verge of tears before he burst out.
"THANK YOU, SENSEI!" He cried out as he pulled Zoro into a hug, at which his teacher was none too pleased with.
"HEY! DON'T CRY ON MY ROBES KID!" He yelled as he had to pry off the kid from his body. He then fixed Izuku with a mean glare. "Alright kid, get out of here! You got class today, right?" He said, and when Izuku looked out the dojo's window, the sun was just rising.
"RIGHT!" The young boy yelled out as he rushed behind a paper screen to change into his school uniform. He stepped out, still with his hair in the ponytail. "Bye, Sensei!" He said as he was about to step out of the door, but was once again stopped by his master.
"Wait kid." He said as he fished through his pocket. "I forgot to give you this.." He said and pulled out a green bandanna, looking almost as dark as Izuku's own hair. The young swordsman looked confused at the sight of it.
"A bandanna?" Izuku asked, grasping the cloth. When he did, he could feel it, the power that came with the cloth, an overwhelming sense of dread passed through him in an instant.
"Yeah, a bandanna..." Roronoa said, his gaze could almost tell what was going through his mind. "Whenever I used to fight, it helped focus my brain in on the battle, maybe it will do the same for you, kid." was the man's last words before he shoved Izuku through the door and out into the world. Bewildered, he stood up and left, walking towards his middle school.
Orudera Middle School
"Alright, alright, settle down, class.." The middle school teacher told his class. "Today is the last day you all will be middle schoolers, so please take some serious considerations into which high school you'll be attending." The curly haired man said, before throwing his papers in the air.
"But it's obvious, you all wanna be heroes right?!" He yelled out, and the class erupted in raucous glee as almost everyone in the class was flexing their quirk.
"Don't lump me in with these side characters, teach. I'M going to attend U.A!" The voice belonged to Katsuki Bakugo, the blonde kid from 10 years ago had aged into a equally cocky and powerful teen, leaning back in his chair. "Besides, it's not like any of you could compare, I have some of the top marks in this school!"
"U.A.?"
"That's the most elite school in Japan!"
"He thinks he can get in there? I heard the entrance exam was almost impossible!"
"Did he call us side characters?"
All the children in the classroom began to murmur amongst themselves at Katsuki's declaration, wondering if he'd hold true to his word.
"Wasn't Midoriya going to attend U.A. as well?" One of the students said. At this, the blonde's eyes shot wide open as he stared back at Izuku, who was towards the back, his face buried in his hero notebook, almost oblivious to the rest of the class.
"DEKU!" The blonde yelled as he slammed his hands into the desk of the green hair kid, who was not too phased by the assault on his place in the class. "What do you think you're doing?! Are you trying to ruin my origin story?!" The blonde seemed absolutely pissed, and his ire grew exponentially when Izuku just turned the page over to look at his most recent entry on Mt. Lady, Izuku's half-lidded gaze at his book was a good signal that the blonde was being ignored.
"Huh? Did you say something, Bakugo?" He asked. The blonde in question seemed to lose it almost immediately as he raised his hand and was about to cave in Izuku's head, along with the rest of his body.
"KATSUKI! THAT'S ENOUGH!" The teacher yelled and the blonde stopped his assault, look absolutely pissed.
Ever since Izuku had begun his training, Izuku and Katsuki's interactions had been like this, Izuku would always feign ignorance, or truly mean it whenever the blonde threw insults at him, and even in fights Izuku would take any hits given to him, but never once had he cried, he just laid there and then would stand up to leave.
"You're lucky this time, Deku. The teacher won't be there to save you next time" He said, and as turned to go and sit back down, he saw the three sheathes leaned against Izuku's desk, he hadn't seen those before.
After class, Izuku had stood up, and clasped his three swords to his belts as he heaved a duffle bag over his shoulder and was going to leave when Bakugo had come once again to face Izuku. "Seriously, Deku. Why are you even trying?! You don't even have a quirk to get in, you think some nerdy journal and some toys are gonna get you a spot?" He said with a sadistic grin and he darted his hand forwards to grasp one of his swords. However, his hand was caught, and gripped hard by Izuku's. Katsuki would be forced to crumple to a knee as his hand was being placed in a vice grip, and Izuku looked down at him with a dark glare that seemed out of place on Izuku's face, like he was possessed.
"Don't. Touch. The swords." Were Izuku's only words as he pushed Bakugo's hand away. "Don't try to do it again, Kacchan." Izuku said as he stared down at Bakugo. The blonde was scowling, almost growling as he stood up and stared Deku in the eyes.
"Fucking Deky, just get out of my way." He said and shoved passed the green haired kid. Izuku sighed as he then gathered his stuff up again.
"You never change, Katsuki." He said as he walked away from the scene, choosing to go back home. Izuku was walking through a less than desirable section of the Tatooin district, something that his teacher told him would aid in sharpening his senses. As he was walking though, he lifted his head up and sent a slash behind him, which was caught by a wall of goo.
"Wow, what a strong looking body, and a sword? Don't see those every day." The living wall of goo said as it lurched forwards. It enveloped a quickly panicking Izuku, who was attempting to slash off the slime man but it was constantly growing back and as he was being constricted, he could feel his swings being sapped of their strength. "Just give it up kid, you won't have to worry much longer."
"Fear not, kid. I AM HERE!" A mighty voice bellowed as the sludge that was threatening to consume Izuku was blasted off of him by a tremendous force. The young swordsman fell to the ground, kneeling as he was trying to cough up any slime that was left in his mouth, and he looked up to see All Might, the number one pro-hero standing there, striking his classic pose with arms at his sides.
"All Might…" He said, looking up at him before attempting to stand up, using Wado as a support.
"Thank you, All Might!" He called out as All Might turned to leave.
"Worry not, kid! This villain will be charged accordingly, he shouldn't be bothering anybody anymore." All Might said before crouching. "Now, I really need to be off, so good bye kid!" He yelled as he rocketed into the air, but he felt a weight on his leg, and he looked down to see the boy clutched to his leg.
"Wait! I need to ask you some questions!" Izuku yelled as they were flying through the air, and All Might was forced to land. Izuku put some space between them when they landed though.
"Cmon, kid. I can't be wasting time with you! I need to get this guy back to the police before-" were all the words the pro-hero thought before he was consumed in a puff of smoke, and he was changed, physically at least. Gone was the muscular symbol of peace, all that remained was a thin, twig like man, and one who was coughing up blood. Izuku had to stand back, but was horrified at what he saw.
"All Might, w-what happened?!" He asked, and the older fellow wiped the blood from his face.
"It's the reason why I was trying to get away." He said, and he lifted his shirt to show the grievous scar he had been left. "I was fighting a villain years ago, and he dealt me this wound before I could defeat him." He said, letting his shirt cover the mark once again. "But ever since, the time I could keep using my power without experiencing great pain has been diminishing. By now, I've only got a few hours left every day where I can use my Quirk." He said, and Izuku could only look.
"Do you think I could become a hero, even if I don't have a quirk, All Might?" He asked, looking at his idol with a neutral, but hopeful look. All Might looked at Izuku, and let out a small sigh.
"In all honesty, kid. You'd be safer just joining the cops. If you want to be a Hero, you need a Quirk to be a hero. Otherwise you'd just be a liability. I'm sorry kid." He said as he turned around and he went to the door of the roof to leave. "I wish you luck on whichever path you choose." He said before leaving, and Izuku was left alone and he clenched his fist, shaking as he then let go of his fist, and took a deep breath to calm himself.
"You DON'T need a quirk, Izuku, you just need your determination…" He told himself as he then left to follow All Might down the stairs, but was not surprised he didn't see him. He walked alone on the streets, clutching his bags and his swords. Not long after, he saw the smoke, and he ran to find the slime the villain, the same one that had been attacking him earlier, now attached to Bakugo, and using his Quirk to blow up the whole city block.
"Cmon, Heroes! Afraid to strike me and my meat puppet?!" The sludge villain exclaimed with an arrogant tone as the heroes truly were at a standstill.
"Why aren't the heroes doing anything?!"
"None of them can get close without hurting the kid, they're waiting for a more suited hero!"
"They need to do something soon! That kid could die any minute!"
There. That was the trigger for Izuku. He rummaged through his pocket and found found it, the bandanna. He looked at it a little uneasily, and her remembered his teacher said.
"The bandanna is hone in on the fight, become a warrior." Izuku repeated to him as he tied it around his head. It shadowed over his eyes, leaving them cloaked in darkness if anybody looked at him.
Meanwhile All Might was also present, and he was equally useless as the other heroes, and he was clenching an emaciated fist.
"Shit… I'm out of time for the day, I couldn't stop that slop if I wanted to!" Hero thought in despair as he watched the scene unfold. However, he felt someone brush against him as he saw a blur rush past the crowd, the heroes, to attack the villain. All Might's eyes widened when he saw Izuku, dressed in his school outfit still with a bandanna.
"That look, where have I seen it before?" All Might thought as he watched young Midoriya rushing the villain.
"Santoryu…" The sludge villain turned his head up when he heard those words be uttered, only to be met with Izuku, the look in his eyes could only be described as murderous, and the edges of his mouth pulled into a snarl, boring into the villain as he suddenly stopped moving, and that was all Izuku needed.
"Hundred and eight-pound CANNON!" yelled Izuku as he flung forth a burst of wind from his three blades, generating it with a mid-air spin that essentially ripped Katsuki out of the sludge villain, and sending him skidding into a wall nearby, and while there was a crash sounded, Katsuki seemed fine, albeit knocked unconscious.
"MY PUPPET!" The villain yelled as Izuku landed, the same look on his face. "I guess you're stronger than I thought, maybe you'll make a better puppet! C'mere!" the sludge villain yelled as Izuku then put his two hand blades close to his body and vertical. Waiting for his enemy to come close.
"Santoryu.." Izuku said, and he was still waiting, muscles tensed and storing energy, waiting for the villain to reach him.
"TATSUMAKI!" He yelled and he this time did a single spin on the ground, but it created a twisted around him that sucked in the sludge villain, then quite messily spread the gunk into small, relatively harmless pieces across the alleyway, and with that single attack, Izuku was left standing, blades wide apart and looking rather intimidating to anybody looking at him from the front or the back.
All Might in particular was shocked, as his eyes were wide, a memory flooding his mind as he was thinking about another fight, long ago.
Hosu District, ? years ago
All Might had arrived late to the scene of the battle. The Yakuza had been united as a single force, one that was threatening to take down the hero agency in the area. Civilians had long since gone and the pro hero was greeted to the sight of not a huge, epic battle, but a slaughter on the streets.
The bodies of dozens, maybe even a few hundred Yakuza, both Quirked and Quirkless were strewn about, with the pro heroes nursing equally grievous injuries as there was one man still standing, surrounded by a dark purple aura surrounded him, a man wielding nine blades, and the man that stood before him was the leader of the Yakuza, a man said to have been almost invincible with a Quirk that allowed him to become a huge beast, Kaido of the Hosu district. But this man, the man they'd been tracking for months, the man who threatened to become a criminal kingpin, lay on the ground with his chest almost torn open by blades.
"You! Who are you?! It's obvious you're not a hero, but why do this? Why destroy the Yakuza?!" All Might yelled as he walked forwards to the mysterious, but extremely dangerous figure. The figure turned to All Might, and the pro was immediately blasted by a wave of killing intent, and saw the 6 arms he had dissolve to simply be one, and the same went for his three heads.
"It's easy…" the figure said as he removed a sword from his mouth.
"Because they challenged me."
Present
All Might stirred from his recollection as he stared at young Izuku, who was being reprimanded by the heroes.
"You were being reckless kid!" yelled Kamui woods at the green haired swordsman
"You could have killed that kid with that reckless move you pulled!" Deatharms had then yelled.
But Izuku's bandanna had been tied around his wrist, and he seemed calm, smiling in spite all the heroes attempting to tell him he was being a fool. When the police asked him a few questions, he answered them with half truths to leave out All Might's true form, and he was allowed to leave.
Izuku meanwhile was smiling as he walked alone, back to his home. He had satisfied his own conviction. He believed he could be a hero.
"Hey kid. Izuku, right?" Izuku turned around to see the emaciated All Might standing before him.
"What kind of hero would I be if I didn't put my words into practice." He said as he looked at Izuku, and then assumed his muscular form.
"Because… You can become a Hero!" he yelled as he gave Izuku a thumbs up, to which Izuku returned it, a single tear coming from his eyes as he was smiling an earnest, child like smile.
"In fact… How would you like to become my successor?"
Annd.. scene! There it is folks! My second chapter of Bladed Hero, Marimo! I was proud of how this came out. And to explain some stuff, Izuku isn't whimpering mess as with before. I like to think because of his training, he's been instilled the ideal of fighting to protect, rather than fight out of anger alone. It's a lot like when Zoro let Bellamy and his crew pummel him during that arc.
Now comes the hard part, should Izuku inherit One for All? Comment what you think, although I have an idea of what I want to do. But I may change my mind if your argument is sound enough. Anyways, please comment and fav my story, it's how I feed myself.
