Hello everyone, I know it's been a while but I've just been going through a lot of personal issues these past couple months on top of my college classes. But I'm much better now and just finished classes until fall. Plus, I'm stuck in quarantine so now I have much more time to write. Speaking of which, I have decided to rewrite my "Trials of a Hero" story. I just really couldn't figure out how to merge all the different elements of MHA and Power Rangers into a compelling story line so I switched to a different cartoon that I believe many people are very familiar with. Defintely going to bring back some nostalgia!

I also took some of the criticisms from that story and did my best to fix them. As for this new story, the OC is basically the same with just a few changes to his background to simplify a few things. As for his eventual powers, you should understand by the end of the chapter what it's going to be.

Again, I'm an anime-only MHA fan so the events of this story will follow the anime storyline. Thank you to all my readers and please leave all the reviews you can. I love hearing what you guys have to say.

So without further ado, here's the rewrite of "Trials of a Hero", "Time for a Hero"

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I know what you're all thinking. How can someone without a Quirk become a hero? I mean, not having a Quirk is basically the same thing as being powerless, right? Well you're wrong. Before the first Quirk manifested many years ago, there were millions of ordinary people who decided to devote their lives to doing good. Soldiers, police officers, firefighters, etc. all swore oaths to protect others even if it meant sacrificing their own lives. However, ask anybody today what it means to be a hero and most of them will tell you that it's all about Quirks.

Ever since Quirks became abundant (with almost 80 percent of society having one), people have come to judge others based on how flashy and/or powerful their Quirks are. Look at the previous number one hero, All Might. This was a man who could destroy a building with a simple flick of the wrist. His power was loved and feared worldwide and helped to reduce crime rates to an all time low. Society practically worshiped him and as such declared him their beloved Symbol of Peace. What did I think of him? I thought he was a great man who did his best to assure others that they had nothing to fear. He protected those in danger and fought the evil that is rampant in this world. But did I worship him? No.

I respected and admired him, but I never wore a t-shirt with his famous smiling face plastered across it. Why? Because I believe that is the job of everyone who calls themselves a hero. Heroes are supposed to put others before themselves. Those who want to be heroes just for the fame and money don't deserve the title of hero. And let me tell you, there are plenty of them. That's the reason I wanted to be a hero. I wanted to show the world that being a hero doesn't depend on strong Quirks or flashy costumes, but on a sense of duty to help keep people safe.

However, this was a problem for two huge reasons. One, it's very hard to get started as a hero when your mother is one the nation's most infamous supervillains.

I'm sure you've heard of Tsunami. Wait a minute you ask, you mean the same Tsunami who decimated Boston by essentially inflicting the same damage as ten Category 5 hurricanes combined? The same Tsunami whose actions caused the death of over 3 million innocent people? The same Tsunami who defeated multiple American heroes and still held her own against the united forces of All Might, Best Jeanist, and Gang Orca?

Yep, that's my mom.

She had the ability to control and generate currents within any body of water. Basically, she could create a whirlpool without batting an eyelash. And while this aspect of her Quirk was insanely powerful, she also had the ability to harness and store that energy within water as well. Although separate the two parts of her Quirks were frightening enough, together they were nearly unstoppable.

Why you ask? Think of it in terms of a hurricane. A hurricane requires energy to inflict damage, and it weakens the longer it stays on land because it runs out of energy. Now consider my mother's powers. She could create energy via her manipulation of water and then harness it to create devastating natural disasters. Basically, one part provided the fuel and the other part turned that fuel into power. This is how she was able to level Boston.

What about my dad you may ask? That's a question I had asked myself hundreds of time before. From what my mother said, he had run off while she was pregnant with me. How true this was I have no idea. My mother wasn't exactly the most trustworthy of people. Then again, I don't blame the guy for ditching. Who would want to raise a devil spawn anyway?

Altogether, I think you can understand why I don't have many friends. After all, who wants to be friends with someone whose mother killed more Americans than both World Wars put together. You might ask, have you tried being friendly and introducing yourself? Yeah I have. Didn't work out so well.

Flashback: 3 Years Ago (aka First Day of 6th Grade)

I sat alone at my desk waiting for the bell to ring. While I was amusing myself twiddling my thumbs, a cute girl plopped down in the desk right beside me. She was a little taller than me, had a pair of brown pigtails that bounced around whenever she moved, and blue eyes that sparkled like the stars. But what really got my attention was the giddy smile on her face that could possibly have rivaled All Might's.

Wow. She's really pretty. And she looks so happy. Maybe I should say hi. But what if she hates me like everyone else. No, this is a new school. Aunt Linda said we're far enough away from Mama that no one should know who I am. She said that I need to quit being so scared and try to make friends. I promised her I would do my best. Ok, here goes nothing. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Turning toward her and summoning every ounce of courage in my body, I spoke with all of my confidence.

"H-H-H-Hello" I squeaked, sounding like a mouse who had just caught his tail in a trap. Dang it. That wasn't how I wanted to say it. Maybe she didn't h…

"Hi! It's nice to meet ya! I'm Suzy with a y. My favorite food is ice cream and my favorite hobby is alien hunting! Aliens are so cool. Do you think they're real? My mom and dad say no, but I think they are. I haven't seen one yet, but I really want to! Have you ever seen one!? My favorite color's green because that's what color aliens usually are in those pictures! What your favorite color?

Still trying to get over the fact that she had heard me, I did my best to sputter out an answer.

"M-M-My favorite c-color's green too. I don't really know about aliens though."

Seeing the smile on her face begin to fade, I quickly backpedaled.

"No wait! Uh...Um...I just...I just meant that I've never seen one in person, that's all. BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I DON'T BELIEVE IN THEM! PLEASE DON'T HATE ME! I yelped before hiding my face behind my hands.

Fearing that I had already botched my chance at finally making a friend, I struggled to fight the tears that had begun to gather in my eyes. You blew it, idiot. Why did you have to go and say that? However, my thoughts were soon interrupted by Suzy's giggling.

"Teehee. I like you. You're really funny!"

Wait. She thinks I'm funny? Nobody has ever called me that before. And she said she LIKES me. Does that mean as a friend or as something else? Who cares! Ok. Ok. Ok. Calm down. You can do this. All you have to do is ask her to be your friend. I was once again startled out of my thoughts by her laughter. Apparently, I had been muttering to myself again.

"Hahaha. You really are goofy." Suddenly she snapped her fingers. "Hey! I have an idea. Let's go look for aliens after school today. You can come over to my house and we'll go look around the woods near my backyard. You in?"

It took every bit of his strength for me to not pass out. Someone was talking to me and had actually invited me to hang out. Does that mean she actually wants to be friends!? I finally composed myself enough to answer her.

"I-I-I'D LOVE TO! I practically screamed.

"Great! We'll walk home together after class. Sound good?"

"Mmhmm." I nodded.

"Awesome."

After staying silent for a moment, I decided to ask Suzy the question that had been lingering in my mind.

"H-Hey Suzy?"

"Yeah?"

"W-Will you p-please be my f-f-friend?"

Suzy didn't reply for what seemed like forever. But all of a sudden she flashed me that huge smile and answered.

"I thought we were already friends, Silly."

It was all I could do to stop myself from jumping out of my desk. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! AFTER ALL THESE YEARS, I FINALLY MADE A FRIEND! AND SHE'S SO AWESOME! I WONDER WHAT SHE WANTS TO BE WHEN SHE GROWS UP!? MAYBE SHE WANTS TO BE A HERO TOO!

"THANK YOU SO MUCH, SUZY!" I replied excitedly.

"Sure thing!" She returned with enthusiasm a little more contained than mine.

Since I wasn't as nervous around her as before, I decided to ask her another question.

"H-Hey Suzy, do you know what you want to be when you get older!?

She answered in an instant.

"OF COURSE I DO! I want to get stronger and become a hero just like All Might. I'm even practicing his smile." She replied, gesturing to her mouth.

"Does that mean you have a cool Quirk?"

"Uh-huh. Check this out!"

She dug around in her backpack for a while before finally located the item she had been searching for. After crumpling the paper and setting it on her desk, Suzy closed her eyes and concentrated just like her dad had taught her. Slowly but surely, the paper began to float off of the desk and was soon hovering in mid-air. Opening her eyes, Suzy used her hands to help direct the paper's movement away from her desk and into the nearest garbage can.

My mouth might as well have been touching the floor.

"YOU HAVE TELEKINESIS!? THAT IS SO COOL!"

"I know right. My dad said one day my powers will be strong enough to get me into UA as long as I keep practicing!"

"I know you will! That's where I'm going to go too! Let's both work hard to get into UA, ok!?"

"Yeah! Then we'll both be heroes. By the way, I don't think you ever told me your name. And what Quirk do you have? I bet it's even better than mine!"

"Oh r-right. Well...um...you see…I don't actually have…"

BRIIIING

I was cut short by the ringing of the school bell. Not long after, the door opened and a short, stocky man with no hair walked in with a stack of papers in one hand. Making his way to the chalkboard and writing his name with his free hand, the teacher turned toward the class before speaking.

"Hello everyone. It's nice to meet you all. My name is Mr. Anderson and I'll be your teacher this year. I'll do my best to make sure everyone here has what they need to succeed. Now that that's out of the way, I'm going to take attendance. When I call your name, please come up to the front and grab a syllabus. This will help me and your classmates get to know your names better, though many of you probably know each other from last year. Anyway, let's get started. Blake Adams."

As Mr. Anderson made his way down the list, I couldn't help but quiver in fear as I awaited the announcement of my name. As soon as he reads it, everyone is going to know who I am and then IT'S going to happen again. The looks. The whispers. The fear. I'll sit alone at lunch. Nobody will pick me for their team in gym class. Everyone will hate me again. NO. NOT EVERYONE. I have Suzy. She's already my friend so it won't matter who I am to her.

It's going to be different this time. I know it.

"Let's see next we have…"

As his eyes read over the student's full name, Mr. Anderson nearly dropped the attendance sheet. Why was HE here. And in his class no less. Shouldn't the government have placed this kid in a special school far away from large groups of people? Especially considering...the incident. Why were they taking this big of a risk? Did they want a repeat of the same disaster?

Mr. Anderson remembered all too well the words that had been spoken after that menace leveled Boston to the ground. The threat had been burned into the minds of every person watching TV that fateful afternoon. Holding a cameraman hostage, the supervillain used him to relay a message to the entire world. Knowing that she would soon be defeated by the top heroes, Tsunami spoke the following words into the camera: "I might be captured, but this is not the last of the damage I will inflict on this corrupt excuse of a world. My young son will inherit my powers which he will use to free me once he has gained control of them. After which, we will once again wreak havoc upon this planet the unlike any of you have ever seen before. Don't bother trying to train him as a hero. Evil is written in his DNA. One way or another, you will all fear the name, Kaleb Lane.

And there was the same name staring back at him from the paper. The child who was supposed to bring about massive worldwide devastation was sitting less than 50ft away from him. He might not have looked dangerous, but within this veins coursed the blood of one the world's deadliest supervillains. Nevertheless, Mr. Anderson managed to stammer out his name.

Once I heard it called, I felt the mood in the room change instantly. Not a soul made the slightest sound as I made my way to the front of the room and grabbed the paper from my teacher's shaking hand. Turning around, I saw the same thing I had in every other class: fear.

Some kids were doodling on their desk while some decided to count the tiles on the ceiling. However, they all shared one thing in common. No one dared to look at me. I tried to find Suzy's face, but I couldn't since the guy in front of her was hefty and blocked my view. After I returned to my desk, I tried to steal another glance at Suzy, but she had her head lowered in a way that I couldn't make out her expression. I decided to ignore it and focus on my work.

I'll talk to her at lunch.

But I never did. I had tried to find her in the cafeteria, but she seemed to have disappeared. Eventually I gave up and decided to find a seat. But any table I attempted to join immediately stood up and left, leaving me to eat my peanut butter and jelly sandwich alone. Apparently the word had gotten out about me to all the other classes as I felt the piercing stares of everyone in the lunchroom. I once again found myself struggling to fight back tears, but I managed to hold them off due to the memory of Suzy's promise.

It's ok. Once school's over, we're going to her house to play. We'll look for aliens together, just like she promised. If she didn't want me to go she would have told me right? Right? I mean...we are friends after all.

After lunch ended, I headed back to class and endured what seemed like the longest 3 hours of my life. Finally, the dismissal bell rang. Leaping out of my seat, I managed to catch up to Suzy as she was leaving class. Walking beside her in the hallway, I tried to start a conversation.

"Um. H-Hey Suzy. Are you ready to go search for aliens?"

She didn't answer, but now I could clearly see her face and any remnant of her playful smile was gone. Maybe she didn't hear me. I reached out and gently grabbed her shoulder, hoping she would finally say something. That's when things went south.

"Suzy, are you o..."

Suddenly, I found myself slammed up against one of the side walls in the hallway. But no one was holding me, it was like some invisible force was pressing against my body, keeping me from moving. What is this? Then it clicked in my mind. Looking up, I saw Suzy. She had her arms outstretched and was visibly shaking like she was trying to protect herself from some sort of monster. Tears ran freely down her cheeks before she finally spoke.

"Don't touch me!" She yelled. "It's all your fault! They're dead because of you!"

I had no idea what she was talking about. Although I would soon wish I hadn't, I decided to ask anyway.

"What are you talking about, Suzy!?"

"My grandma and grandpa. They went to Boston for their 50th anniversary. They were there when it happened."

I immediately realized what she had been referring to, and her next words confirmed it.

"YOU KILLED THEM!"

Desperately fighting what I already knew was about to happen, I tried to reason with her.

"But I had nothing to do with it. I'm not my mom. We both want to be heroes remember. We're supposed to get into UA together. You said so yourself. We can do it because you and I are friends."

Slowly, the force pressing me against the wall faded away and I was able to move again. As I stepped toward Suzy, I caught a glimpse of her face. I'll never forget that look. The only word I know that could accurately describe it was...disgust. It hurt. But what she said after seeing me approach her hurt even more.

"Stay away from me! You're not a hero, and you're not my friend! I HATE YOU!"

Suzy then turned and sprinted out of the hallway, leaving me to face the harsh gazes of my classmates who had watched the entire event take place. But I didn't notice and I didn't care, all I could do was stare at the place where my supposed friend had stood not 10 seconds ago.

She hates me. Just like everyone else. But she said that I was funny. That I was goofy. That I was her...f-f-friend.

My knees buckling beneath me, I couldn't stop my tears anymore and I began to sob hysterically. My chest was in so much pain, like someone had ripped my heart out. As I continued to cry, Mr. Anderson eventually found me in the hallway and walked me to my bus. He led me to the back seat before telling me he was looking forward to seeing me in class tomorrow. Even though I knew he didn't care if he ever saw me again, it didn't bother me. All I could think about was Suzy. Her words wouldn't stop echoing in my head. It's all your fault! It's all your fault! It's all your fault! I had heard thoseexact words dozens of times before. I guess it made sense. The world couldn't take its anger out on my mother since she was locked up in some maximum security prison overseas so why not persecute the next best option: her son.

As the bus pulled away, I whispered something so softly that only I could hear. I whispered what I was about to tell Suzy before class started. I whispered something anyone with a dark sense of irony would find hilarious.

I whispered, "But I don't even have a Quirk."

End of Flashback

Now you see why being friendly isn't always enough. People love to label. Some labels are good. Protector. Hero. Symbol of Peace. But others aren't. And unfortunately, I got stuck with a bad one. Dangerous.

That brings me to point two of why it was hard for me to become a hero. I didn't even have a Quirk. The irony here is so perfect. Not only did the son of America's deadliest villainess want to be a hero, he didn't pose any threat to begin with because he was a quirkless loser. That was the entire reason the government allowed my aunt to have custody over me. After doing extensive x-rays and tests, the doctors determined that I was one of the special few who would likely never develop a Quirk. They tried to ease the nerves of the nation by taking their findings public. And though it helped to a degree, society worried that I could be a late bloomer and still possibly become the evil supervillain my mother prophesied of.

This made my school life a living hell. I was ignored mostly, but every so often some kids would beat me up to make sure I didn't think twice about turning evil. As for the whole friend deal, I once naively thought I might be able to luck out and make at least one friend. But after the whole Suzy fiasco, I stopped trying or caring altogether. I learned just how cruel the world and people in general could be, and decided it would be best to close myself off from my classmates and teachers. It's not like any of them wanted to get to know me anyway.

But I didn't abandon my dreams of being a pro hero who would one day walk the halls of UA Academy. There were some pretty good American hero schools, but UA was the best and like they always say, to be the best you have to train with the best. Also, UA offered that sweet little bonus of being located in Japan which meant I probably wouldn't be treated as harshly as I was here in the States. And little did I know, the path to where my dreams would become a reality began on the first day of my ninth grade year.

My name is Kaleb Lane, and this is the story of how I became one of the world's greatest heroes.

First day of Ninth Grade

Making my way through the crowded hallway, I did my best to bob and weave through the mass of students each trying to locate their first period class. Usually I would be taking the time to enjoy my anonymity which would disappear the moment my name was called during attendance, but my mind was lost elsewhere.

Oh man. Just a couple months until the UA entrance exam. I can't wait! I might not have a Quirk, but I've been focusing on my computer skills and I think I might be able to squeak by if I can come up with some awesome support tools. Too bad parts are expensive and I only get paid minimum wage. Stop it. Don't think like that. This is your last semester. This is my year. Even if everyone hates me, I know I can make it. I'll get into UA. I just have to take it one day at a time.

Arriving at what I believed to be my first period class, I checked the room number with the schedule in my hand to ensure I was in the right place. Room 193. I was in the right place. The room I walked into was set up differently than most classrooms. The usual desk and chairs were replaced by ten long high top counters facing the front of the room, five rows on the left and five on the right. Each of these tables had three large sections cut out on the backside, providing room for the stools marking each of the students seats. This meant the room was capable of holding up to 30 students. Huh, kinda small for a two story high school. Might as well grab a seat.

Since I was ten minutes early, only a couple other students were in the room. I didn't have to think long about my seating choice. My spot was always the same. I made my way to the very back of the room and took the seat closest to the window.

Even though the back seats usually belonged to slackers and those who wanted to catch up on their missed sleep, I didn't choose the seat because I hated class. Believe it or not, I actually paid attention and did well in all my classes. I knew that I would have to do extremely well on the written portion of the UA entrance exam to make up for my likely lackluster performance in the practical exam. That was the only way I had any chance of passing.

As I began taking my notebook and utensils out of my backpack, I took the time to look around the room a little more. At first it looked pretty normal. But the more I scanned, the more it became clear that something wasn't right.

The room was too normal. All of my previous science classrooms had some form of decorations whether it was posters, models, or old class projects. But this room was completely void of anything aesthetic. Besides the tables and chairs, there was just the typical blackboard at the front along with a large wooden desk neatly arranged in the corner, also completely bare. It looked like the room had just been vacated for summer, which didn't make any sense because teachers had a week before classes started to customize their rooms. Maybe the school had gotten a last minute science teacher or something.

Considering the room's unnatural plainness didn't seem to bother anybody else in the class, I figured it wasn't really important and let it go.

As more and more students began to trickle in, I noticed many if not most of them had Quirks. Although many Quirks didn't alter physical appearances that much, some did. One guy's entire body was covered in what looked to be rock while another guy had some sort of respirator-like device attached to his face. The girl who sat in front of me seemed normal barring two fleshy antennas poking out the top of her head with a ball-like swelling on the end of each.

I was trying to get a better look at them when I accidentally bumped my textbook off the table. Hitting the floor with a loud thud, the noise had apparently startled the girl, causing the swellings on her antennae to open and reveal a set of eyes. I nearly had a heart attack but managed to stop myself from screaming. The girl then turned around in her seat causing me to nearly pass out again as I observed that where her face would normally have eyeballs or eye sockets, only skin was present. My reaction also seemed to trigger her sense of humor.

"Well, well. I didn't think I would be getting EYED over on the first day of class. You like what you see?" She teased, moving her hands slowly up and down her shapely body.

Ignoring the obvious (and terrible) pun, I decided to stay silent and began preparing my notebook for today's lesson. I might have been a guy, but I wasn't a perv, and besides, extremely foward girls weren't really my type.

"Oh. Not much for words huh? I guess you're the strong silent type then?"

Again I ignored her and kept writing. Even though I never took my eyes off my paper, I could feel the girl literally eyeballing me, and it was really starting to creep me out.

"You sure are handsome, you know. What are you? Six foot? That's pretty tall for a freshman. And that blonde hair...a little messy but it really suits you. Not to mention that rockin bod of yours. I do like a man with abs, and yours are up there with the best of them. Do you work out?"

I was doing my best to stay silent but something she said caught my attention. I remembered that I was wearing a short sleeve button-down with a t-shirt underneath. Two layers of clothes meant that no one should be able to tell that I had abs. Wait a minute. Does that mean? I suddenly felt very exposed, and wrapped my hands around my torso.

"Oooh. Brains and brawn. I guess you figured out my Quirk then. It's X-ray Vision. I can adjust the strength of it depending on what I want to see through. In your case, I just needed to look past those-might I say-dated clothes and now I can see every nook and cranny of that hot body."

"H-H-Hey, you can't violate someone's privacy like that!" I argued weakly before another realization dawned on me. "Wait a minute! You didn't peek..."

"Relax, Mr. Modesty. I didn't check out that special friend of yours."

Phew. I breathed a sigh of relief. That would've been a nightmare.

"Much." She added with a wink before turning around.

I was contemplating the various ways in which I could murder this girl when the morning bell rang. It wasn't long before our teacher stepped into the classroom.

I had many teachers in my life, but this one was very different from any of the others. He was a couple inches taller than me and although he walked with a cane, his body seemed to be in pretty good shape. At least, that's what I thought even though it was concealed by a white lab coat with a brown vest, white dress shirt, and black tie underneath. Black slacks and freshly polished dress shoes made up the rest of his outfit. He looked to be somewhere in his fifties, and had his black hair greased back in a style that reminded me of old pictures of my grandfather back in the forties. His face was still taught but some wrinkles had begun to appear, especially around his eyes and forehead. The guy honestly looked like he needed a good night's sleep. A pair of green lense goggles around his neck helped to round out the seasoned professor look.

And while he seemed to have aged well aesthetically, it was the manner in which he moved that seemed strange. Straight posture. Swift movements. And a jovial but intimidating gaze that silenced the entire class when he made his way to the front of the room. As he introduced himself, I noticed he spoke with a refined English accent. His mannerisms were very elegant, and his tone had a soothing and calming effect. Honestly, he seemed to belong more in a Ivy League lecture hall than a freshman introductory science class.

"Hello children. Welcome to West Bay High School. I'll be your science professor for this semester. I have many things to teach you so let's try and have as much fun as we can along the way. Now, shall we begin?" He posed with a smile.

Unlike before, I noticed that this time, just about every person in class was on the same page as me. I was about to raise my hand but rock guy beat me to it.

"Ahh, Mr. Parsons, you have a question already?" Our teacher replied, somehow oblivious to the fact that he left a crucial piece of info about himself.

Dumbfounded that the man already knew his name despite having just met, it took rock guy a second to get his thoughts together and ask the question plaguing everyone's mind.

"Uhh...yes sir. You haven't told us your name yet."

Strangely, our teacher seemed to be confused by the question before suddenly slapping a hand to his forehead and muttering something I couldn't make out. Although I could have sworn I heard the word "timeline" in there somewhere which only made this guy make even less sense.

"Forgive me. I get lost in my own little world sometimes." He chuckled lightly before continuing. "Although it's not my given name, I havel grown quite fond of it. Not to mention it's highly appropriate for the subject of this class."

He flashed another smile before finally revealing what now felt like some highly classified secret.

"You may call me, Paradox."

Huh, Professor Paradox. This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

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And that's the first chapter of the revised story. For those of you who don't already know, Professor Paradox is a recurring character from the Ben 10 series. With this in mind, the OC's future powers probably became a lot clearer.

The reason this is not in the crossover category is because Paradox will be the only character in this story from the Ben 10 universe although a few others will be briefly mentioned.

However, even if you have never seen or don't like Ben 10, please continue to read and review as the story does not rely heavily on it. I promise I will make all my characters unique and complex so the story is enjoyable as possible.

Once again, please read and review. The next chapter will be out Saturday and I am looking to update this story weekly. Thank you all so much. Until next time...