Orbiting the earth somewhere, just outside the range of conventional means of detection, there drifted an immense space ship. Hundreds of thousands of drones and other machines whirred and stopped through the halls of the ship, known to the galaxy at large as the Chimerian Hammer. The ship, fortunately for many on earth, was scuttled. A vast crater was clearly visible in the side of the hull, and hundreds of drones worked at it, at the behest of their master.

Vilgax, the conqueror was not well known for his temperance, and he sat in a throne like command chair staring fixedly at a transmission from the word his ship floated around. His eyes ignored most of the forms in the video broadcast the humans so foolish sent unguarded across their world, tracking only a single being across the scenes displayed.

Vilgax stared on in aggravation as Izuku used the barest hint of the Omnitrix's potential to win the obstacle course. He was maddened by the unruly childs willful use of the omnitrix to become some other humans mount of all things, when he could just as easily have overpowered the entire competition with it alone.

He took note of the idea of Vulpimancer slave mounts for his forces.

When that event was over and the broadcast entered an intermission, his eyes narrowed and he growled a question to his majordomo, one of only three now living beings on the ship.

"Psyphon. . .why is my Omnitrix being used - uninhibited by our efforts by a child, to win. . ." he was temporarily lost for words to describe such foolishness as he'd seen.

"These. . .these games?"

Psyphon, a grey and black skinned man, with a single large horn on his forehead winced at the statement, but made his report anyway.

"Th-the drones have been somewhat busy repairing the ship, and we were hesitant to reveal our location to bounty hunters with the ship unable to leave should they choose the plumber reward for us over our own generous offer." He gestured at a tank full of healing fluids at the rear of the command room.

"Our mindless but sturdy friend here did quite a number on us as he exited the atmosphere. Its a wonder he survived in the void long enough to be recovered."

Vilgax hand scratched furrows in the steel arm of his command chair as he considered the form of the creature that had so delayed them.

"How long until it is outfitted and can be of use?"

"O-only a few weeks now sir I'm sure. It's unlikely the boy will be able to contend with it as he is now."

Vilgax only grunted, returning to his viewing of the broadcast as it returned to action.

The silent, ever grinning face of Noumu stared vacantly from the tank behind him, as grafts of strange red metal were painfully laced with his skin.


Izuku didn't have to wait long before he timed out of his Wild Mutt form, but his inability to immediately change back led to some awkward fumbling as he ambled around the stadiums winding hallways - unable to fit through the waiting room doors.

He'd chosen Wild Mutt for more than just the forms reflexes, strength and easy rideability. Wild Mutts senses also provided Izuku with a moment to moment snapshot of what everyone was doing in the arena at any given time. He'd tried his best to take note of what all the top competitors were doing. This meant of course that he had a very firm grasp on the quirks of many of they'd eventually placed on the ladder for the third round of the sports festival - the Tournament Round.

This was the round people were truly interested in. It was the round that best displayed each students fighting ability, and the one on one nature of each fight made it easier for students to appeal to the crowd.

This was Izuku's home stretch. He had a target on him now. Those placed beneath him were many and powerful.

When he had finally returned to normal, and silently walked to his waiting room to await the call for him to go on stage, he'd found Todoroki there waiting for him, a baleful stare spearing through him before he'd even managed to say a word.

"I underestimated you Midoriya. I admit, your versatile, if nothing else." he spoke the words as though they were an insult.

"But I still don't think you have what it takes to be a hero. I've seen you at work. You forms have a time limit. The matches do not. Real life - does not."

Todoroki walked past Izuku as he spoke pausing as he reached the door. "Theres no way someone as carefree as you, will ever defeat me in this tournament. Not with so much on the line."

Izuku wanted to speak out at that. He was indignant. He'd heard talk of who Todoroki's father was, and knew he was driven to succeed. But Izuku Midoriya now also had a legacy to uphold. A mission to complete. The weight of the world was on his shoulders and with every step he walked towards his goal he could only feel it grow heavier. Every time he saw the diminished All Might, he knew he had to move just that bit faster.

But he couldn't say anything. Not to anyone. Because no one could ever know that All Might, the symbol of peace, was weakening.

Taking Izuku's pained silence as confirmation of his opinions, Todoroki left Izuku to stew.

Ten minutes later saw the first round of the tournament beginning, and Izuku walking out to a screaming stadium of those who'd already seen what he could do. No. Those who'd already seen some of what he could do.

His hand gripped the Omnitrix as he walked into the center of the ring and Present Mic began speaking.

"IIIINNNN THIS CORNER! HE'S SLIMEY, CREEPY, FAST AND STRONG! TEN FORMS AND TEN TIMES THE FUN, ITS IZUKU MIDORIYAAAAAA!"

Izuku blinked at that. It was simultaneously flattering, and annoying that Present Mic was announcing the details of his 'quirk' to the whole stadium. He refocused as his opponent came on stage.

"AAAAAND IN THE THER CORNER, HE'LL STEAL YOU QUIRK AND YOUR HEART, THE ALWAYS COOL NEITO MONOMAAAAAA!"

A cool faced youth with mid length blond hair and piercing grey eyes sauntered up to Izuku.

He placed his left hand out in a hand shaking gesture towards Izuku, who in typical form began to nervously shake it back. Izuku's problem, until this moment had been that even as Wild Mutt, he'd been unable to detect this person using a quirk of any kind. Now he knew why. He was simply mistaking copied quirks as being used by their original owners.

He calmed down noticeably when it occurred to him that - since he had no quirk, this fellow was likely about to be quietly eliminated from the tournament.

The blond boy smiled at him not unkindly as they shook and spoke dragging Izuku from his reverie.

"Ten forms huh? I'll do you oNe bEtTeR"

His voice took on a Monstrous quality, just as Present Mic announced the beginning of the match, and Izuku immediately leapt away in terror, as Monoma's body began to twist and morph. Insectoid wings back, and he grew to tremendous proportions, two extra sets of arms exploding from his sides. His original two arms were now Crystalline, and Molten Rock, respectively, with the bottom two taking on the cast and colour of Wild Mutts powerful arms. His back became encased in the technorganic mesh of Upgrade and his face and eyes became a painful hodgepodge of traits from across all Izuku's forms. The entire time the visible areas of his body began to turn a deep red.

"You class a punks think your so great. Well, I'm here to tell you class b isn't going to let you have the spotlight anymore!"

Izuku was forced to dodge to the side, unable to decide on what form to take as the horrifying combination of forms sent a roaring fireball crashing into the space he'd just been in.

Before he could decide, or even finish dodging, the Monoma was there with the speed of XLR8, batting him back in the opposite direction with one rock hard appendage.

"I have to admit, This quirk of yours is powerful. Maybe after this I'll tie you up and keep you." Monoma gloated, blurring forward to punch Izuku in the stomach, lifting him five feet off the ground and sending him bouncing across the arena.


The crowd was screaming at this point, many heros commenting on the usefulness of a quirk copier. In the stands of Class A though, Izuku's classmates talked worriedly, even has he continued to be battered around the arena like a ragdoll each time he reached for the Omnitrix.

"Man, why doesn't he just turn into the big punchy guy and slug it out?" Kirishima asked in frustration, swinging his arms in the air at an invisible foe.

"He. . .he can't. Look, any time he tries to activate his quirk he - " spoke Kyouka Jiro, the long eared girl who always had a biting statement at hand. She was interrupted by the meaty smacking sound of Izuku hitting the concrete again, and was left wondering why the judges even allowed this fight to continue.

Mineta stared at the spectacle in consternation, noting Asui's grip on her seat tighten, and Yaoyorozu hugging herself tightly, biting her lower lip in worry. He decided to speak up, surprising the two women.

"He'll be fine."

All of class A turned to stare at Mineta incredulously.

Asui turned an angry, hurt stare to Mineta, and said "This is hardly what I'd describe as fine."

Mineta just point down into the stadium. "It's his face. Same one he gets when things are going down. Remember the USJ?"

"Izuku got put in the hospital at the USJ!" Asui said, raising her still deadpan voice, and using Izuku's first name in what only probably only Mineta recognized as panic.

He snorted. "I'll bet anyone here a date that my boy stomps this guy."

"I'll take some of the action!" A new voice spoke from the entryway to their seating area. The pink haired form of Mei Hatsume stood their, hands on hips, and a fearless smile on her face.


Back in the arena, Izuku had more or less figured out this bizarre eleventh form of Monoma's. It had all the powers of his ten forms, but it only had roughly one tenth of them. He was fast, and strong, but he wasn't the fastest OR strongest. That privilege belonged exclusively to him.

He reached for the omnitrix once more, anticipating the torturous pain of the attack that inevitably landed on him, a blast of flame he was surely meant to dodge, or evade.

He didn't.

Pain erupted over his body as his clothing began to ignite and his flesh to sear. But it didn't prevent him from slamming his palm down on the Omnitrix.

In a flash of green light, the pain dissipated, and the crowd turned silent in shock, as the fire appeared to entirely cover and immolate the young boy. Suddenly, before even Monoma could react to the possibility that he may have killed someone, a continuous blast of flame erupted from the spot Izuku had been in, melting the concrete beneath it and plowing into him.

Pain lanced across his mutated form and he raised his molten rock covered arm to retaliate, pushing back the flames with his own.

"Don't think that because you have my powers, you know how to use them."

A renewed voice spoke from the other side of the arena.

Class A looked on in relief as Heatblast took the stage, lobbing blasts of burning plasma across the arena like a man possessed.

Realizing he couldn't match Heatblast for pure power, Monoma took wing, flitting about the stadium and darting in to strike at the Izuku, much as before far to fast to react to.

Izuku stumbled, and struggled to send a wave of fire in the direction he'd been attacked from, only to be struck from another side. Now much more durable, he yelled at his opponent, "You know Monoma, they saying goes -"

He felt the energy of One For All flow through him, as his will to fight, to win, to dominate, exploded. He knew that as long as he had the Omnitrix nothing would stand in his way.

"- Jack of all trades - "

He slammed a fist in salute to the crowd directly onto the Omnitrix symbol on his chest, and felt the force of One For All coursing into the omnitrix and then back into him.

Flames ceased to be a reasonable means of describing the ever growing Pyronite, the majestic strength that a living force of nature could truly bring to bear. He grew to the size of a bear, his arms and legs thick with burning plates of stone. Heat emanated from him in waves, unwanted, but not unwelcome, causing the entire stadium to begin to swelter. The mere presence of his volcanic new form caused much of the surrounding flammable scenery to burn.

"- Master of none."

The Ultimate Pyronite stomped stoney foot into the stadium, and the ground began to rumble terribly. He reigned his heat in to prevent the audience from being harm, but within the boundaries of the arena, he was without mercy, the concrete he wasn't standing on melting and then even evaporating away. Monoma's clothes instantly caught fire, and with a lazy, almost regal motion, Izuku waved a hand towards the distracted abomination.

Pillars of burning stone began to fling themselves from the earth at enfeebled Monoma, hitting him with all the force of a shifting tectonic plate. They quickly filled the arena, hammering the pretender about the area like a pinball.

Izuku felt it beneath his dignity to toy with such a creature, and so quickly had jettisoned in his waiting hands. One enourmous burning palm wrapping around Monoma's head as he shot passed, and then ramming him into the tenuous base of cement beneath him.

"Yield." was all he said.

And with a single nod from Monoma, the match was over.