(This chapter was rewritten several times. I give up and will post what I have.)
Look." Izuku snarled. "Today is not the day to piss me off." He stood up and dusted himself off. He resisted the urge to stab him in the gut.
"Boys, boys." A voice said. "Time to get to class."
Izuku turned and his jaw dropped. All Might stood before him. The man was huge! He was almost the size of one of his favorite nomus. Still, it was odd to see his previous hero and the man his brother hated after all these years.
He blinked away the shock. He dug through the bag and pulled out the note from Eraserhead. "Ermm.. I was told to give you this."
The hero took the note with a raised eyebrow. "Why in the heavens does he want you to run laps?"
He shrugged. "I don't know.. If he thinks it is best, it be best."
All Might sighed. "Alright. I trust his opinion."
He did not take his task seriously. A few minutes later he snuck away to watch the others. He had not had an opportunity to study those students since the sports festival. He only wished he had his notebook to jot down notes.
They spared in a large city like training ground. Izuku was pissed off that the school spent all this money on a fake city just to have students destroy claimed to be heros, but wasted money that could go to actually go helping people. And another part of him was jealous that he never had such an amazing training ground.
Most his training was done in an abandoned building with an immortal twelve year old. It did the trick and he moved on to sparring with his Big Brother and other members of The League. He was good, yea. But a place like this could have taught him a lot more. He may be able to predict an opponent's next move , as well as be extremely talented with knives and pistols. Yet, he could not throw a punch to save his life. Perhaps he could convince Eraserhead to show him.
After class, Orakua approached him. "Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go into town with Idia and me? Also, I missed you in training."
He forced another smile."That sounds great."
…..
The girl may have looked young, but she was a demon with the knife. What she lacked in strength, she made up with speed and accuracy. He could easily see her matching up with a Pro. Her quirk allowed her to take risks with fighting. She could take a large hit and continue to-
His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pain of a knife in his arm. The cut was shallow, but it stung.
"If you are going to analyze a quirk, do it when you are not in the middle of a fight. Or atleast learn to multitask.
Midoriya quickly learned that the girl was not afraid to punish him for anything he did wrong. Everytime he make a mistake, she would give him a shallow cut. She claimed that if he made a mistake in a fight, he would get alot worse than what she did. Dispute this, she was actually not a bad teacher. She showed him how to do something and had him keep doing it until he got it right. Her instructions were clear. It was strange, she no longer acted like a child. She had a strange maturity as she taught. After a few hours, she called it off.
"Alright. That is enough for today. Tomorrow we will start lessons with the pistol. Let's get you patched up."
She pulled out a first aid kit and started to put bandaids and disinfectant on his cuts. She hummed happily while she worked, as if she was not the one who put them there. It seemed she was back to her childish self.
"Why do you you have a crush back home?" She teased.
He blushed. "You were attacking me a few minutes ago and you wanna talk about my love life?"
"Don't be so grumpy." She replied as she stuck a glittery bandaid to his forehead. "That was training. I may be 152, but I still like gossip as much as the next preeteen. Now tell me about your crush. Is she cute? Anyone can be better than Toga."
He sighed and watched her. It was odd to see her act in such a way, considering she had just whooped his butt. He guessed that was another advantage; as she did not seem much of a threat.
"You never did tell me your name."
Her eyes darkened. "I don't use a name. Names dir and I don't."
She looked down as she attempted to wipe the blood off her dress. Clearly there was more to her then she was letting on. Now that he thought of it, it must have been hard. She lived in the body of a twelve year old for over hundreds of years. It must have been hell.
"Hey, you make a great hero with that quirk of yours. You would be helping a lot of people."
She snarled. "Really? Name one person who wants to be saved by someone by age covered in blood."
"That should not matter. You have an amazing quirk!"
She shook her head. "Tomura was right when he said you were innocent. Heroics is all about appearance. The chances of someone like me becoming a hero is impossible. My quirk is bloody and messy. No one wants to see my bones snap back into place as I save their ass. The only way I can make a difference is to train people like you."
He drowned. "What do you have against heros?"
She shook her head. "When I was born, a hero meant someone who saved people because it was the right thing to do. Not for fame or money or to prove they were better than everyone else."
Midoriya looked up to see Tomura coming through a purple portal. He smiled kindly at him, which was still very strange. He then turned back to the girl. "Hey Brat, stop putting that shit on his face."
She smiled at him brightly. "Don't mind Tomura. He is just mad I can kick his butt in any fight."
"What did you say, you little Piss?" He snarled as he extended his hand.
Instinct kicked in and he stood up and pushed the smaller girl behind him. Tomura's eyes widened at his reaction and he lowered his hand. Meanwhile, the girl snickered.
"You got the instincts of a hero." She said. "And Tomura, hate to break it to you. But your 'little brother does not trust you."
Tomura was silent for a few seconds. He seemed truly upset. "Come on Izuku. It is time to go." He turned around as another portal opened up. "I wanna show you a thing that your precious heros keep hidden."
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