I thought the first chapter was shit so I remade it

Dagobah Beach

As the tides swept along the sand, the piles of metal clustered in random areas, a lone, tall figure could be seen walking along the beach. He was in a navy-blue suit and black pants with leather loafers as his shoes. He had white hair, and a calm yet chilling demeanor. He walked along the beach, looking over the once beautiful beach, now turned into a dump by people's own selfishness. "This won't due," the man said, in an almost annoyed tone but still not losing his calm atmosphere. "If I want Tomura to be able to rule in my place, I don't want any impurities of nature within his empire." The man spoke, as he was about to turn around to wherever he would go, he heard something.

*sniff*

Was that sobbing he could hear. Usually something like this wouldn't pester the man. He wasn't one to interfere with someone's business no matter what it was, but something drew him towards it. Like as if fate wanted him to know something.

He walked towards the sound of crying, until he rounded the corner of a pile of scrap metal. He found a young boy, no older than ten, he presumed, with green hair crying to himself. He sat with his hands over his knees, crying into his legs.

The man walked up to the boy, and as the sound of feet walking on sand alerted the boy of his presence, he looked up. Only to put his head back down. "Go away," the boy pleaded.

The man carefully examined the boy before speaking, "May I ask why you are crying, young boy". The kid looked back to the man, now that he got a better look at his face, you could tell he wasn't sleeping much, or he was just crying so much to the point where it made him look like he lost sleep.

"What does it matter," the boy responded, his voice filled with pain and despair, "You'll just hurt me like the rest of them."

The man paused for a moment before sitting down cross-legged, "Why don't we play a game", the man started. "I'll ask you a question, and then you can ask a question from me", the man said with a smile.

"Why do you care *sniff* about why I am like this," the boy asked.

"I'll take that as your question," the man responded. "It's because you look like you need someone, someone that will open their hand to you and show you the way to your path." However dark that path may be, the man thought. "Now for my question," he said, "Why, may I ask, are you sitting here alone in this place."

The boy looked at the man with a slightly confused face. He didn't want to play this 'game' with this stranger, but he didn't have anyone else to speak to. "I was just told, by the person I admired most, that I could never be a hero." The boy said, with tears running down his face.

The man in the suit seemed to ponder for a bit before saying, "Why?"

"It's my turn to ask a question now," the boy refused the man's question with his statement.

"Oh, my humble apologies," the man said with a slight bow of the head.

"The boy seemed to ponder for a bit before asking, "Do you think you can be a hero without a quirk".

Slowly, everything pieced together in the man's head. And as he completed this puzzle, his mind gave him a suggestion. It was a feeling of something he hadn't felt in a while, opportunity.

"To become a hero without a quirk," he repeated the question aloud, "tell me, if there was a building on fire, and there were people in said building." The man paused for what he assumed was dramatic effect, "Could you save those people."

The boy thought over the question before nodding.

"Tell me why", the man asked.

The boy was about to answer but stopped himself as he had what he assumed was a revelation. He stood up, walked over to the trash and started rummaging through it. This made the man realize that the boy was slightly built for his age, especially for his small framework. Must have trained hard, he is quirkless after all. He thought, before snapping out of them, as he saw the green-haired boy walk over with...a pipe...thing.

The boy sat down, telling him about his invention. It was a sort of water hose, except it turned carbon dioxide into water. Wait, what?

"I'm sorry, but could you go over it again", the man asked politely.

"Oh, ok", the boy said, a little excitement rising in his voice from being able to talk about his creation. "The vacuum right here sucks in the carbon dioxide in the air and uses what I call 'Machinery photosynthesis 'to convert it into oxygen. It then gets the hydrogen atoms from smoke and sucks it in through this little thing (pointing to an opening on the side) and combines the two to make water. It then comes out the hose." The boy finished with a smile.

The man looked over the contraption before asking, "May I ask of your name, young one."

"My name is Izuku Midoriya", he said, all the sadness from a few minutes ago gone.

Well, I guess kids can forget stuff like that easily, he assumed. He then looked at the boy before asking, "Is there anything else you have that you can show me".

The boy nodded and went over to the pile with excitement in every step. The man couldn't help but notice how detailed he was in every explanation. Such a wonderful mind, it's a shame that he wants to be a hero. But does he? He chose to speak right after Izuku finished explaining one of his creations.

"Such wonderful items from a mind so young, tell me, why would anyone not believe you could be a hero", the man asked.

The boy seemed to stop moving completely. The man knew, or rather, could guess why. He knew the answer was that he didn't have a quirk. And he probably thought that he would be like all the others that he ever told this to. That he would belittle him to no end. He knew very well that this society practically revolved around quirks. But he could see it, the potential in this boy's mind. It would be such a waste to leave it in the hands of the heroes.

The boy looked to the floor trying to find a way to redirect the conversation. "Y-you know, there I-is a g-good coffee s-shop nearby."

The man raised an eyebrow, "Really."

Izuku stayed looking down until finally giving in. He was going to find out eventually, but he just wanted someone to say he believed in him a bit longer. Unknown to him, his eight-year-old brain didn't deduce the possibility that he had already figured it out from all the obvious hints.

"I-I-I'm...I'm quirkless", as he said it, he prepared himself for the slander that was to come. But it never did. He looked back at the man, confusion slightly on his face.

"To have all those around you to discourage you from your dreams, all because of something you couldn't control. This society truly is rubbish", the man spoke with disdain in his voice. But it wasn't at him, it was at the world around him.

Unbeknown at the time, he was slightly tearing up at the man's words, "So you think I could do it, that I could actually help people, that I'm not some trash of society, that I could be someone?" his voice slightly distorted between sobs, but it was all clear to him.

"I believe you could be so much more than a hero", he stood up before kneeling on one of his legs and placing a hand on his shoulder, "You could be something so much more," he repeated. The look on Izuku's face was one of hope, until what the man said next. "But they won't let you".

These words were something he didn't want to hear, something he didn't want to be true. But as he was about to refute, the man continued, "No one is born equal in this world, that is what everyone believes, and it all comes back to quirks. People would rather have someone with a strong quirk than good people." he said with a tone of anger, "Endeavor is a perfect example of this. Tell me, do you think that the number two hero could get away with all the damage he's caused if he didn't have a strong quirk."

Izuku was currently having a mental breakdown. He didn't want to believe what this man was saying. But it's true, isn't it? The voices in his head would argue. Nevertheless, the man continued.

"If you tried to become a hero, everyone would get in your way. Tell you that you can't do it, that you were too weak." The man paused before speaking again, his tone gentle this time, "But I believe you could prove them wrong,"

Izuku looked back to the man, his eyes watered from the things he said. "What?"

"I believe you could prove them wrong" he repeated, "Prove to them that you are not the useless trash they call you. I believe you could be the beacon that guides others like you. Prove to them that you are someone not to be trifled with." He paused, waiting for Izuku to say something, but the boy just sat there. As he realized he wasn't going to get something, he continued.

"This world won't let you become the hero you want to be. Even if you save them, they will only see your flaws. So may I ask, if you can't be a hero, then how could you make them see you." He finished his speech.

Izuku was conflicted, and it was easy to see on his face. And so, the man decided to give the boy one last push.

"Come with me."

The man showed him to what he assumed was his...home. Could he call it that? It was literally a room with a table and an oversized chair. He was gestured by the man to sit at the table. After the man sat in his oversized chair, a screen came down from the side. It displayed a plethora of scenes of heroes, except none of it was good. They were shown stealing, using their power and status to belittle and control others, and the worst one of all, was when he saw Endeavor using his flame on a villain and it blasting through the said villain, killing a civilian who was trying to escape. All of this was displayed with one message in mind, that these were not heroes. He looked back to the man who stared at him back.

"Is this what you want others to associate you with. Is this what true heroes are." he said. As he saw the respect for heroes like these, wash away, he saw something in his eyes. The same type of thing he saw in Tomura, he just needed one last push.

"You said your idol/hero said you couldn't be a hero, may I ask who this hero is," the man asked in his polite, formal manner.

Izuku looked at the man for what felt like hours before responding, "A-All Might." he stuttered, worried about what he might see of his idol. Going off the little montage of cruelty that was displayed in front of him, he was scared that the person he looked up to the most would be tainted by villainous acts that he fought against.

In his mind, the man thanked the number one hero, something he didn't think he'd ever do. Thank you, Toshinori, for your foolishness. As he was about to speak, the air around him changed. His face becoming distorted slightly. When it was over, Izuku saw that the man's face was covered in a skull-like mask. Tubes coming out of it and attaching to his seat. His once seemingly oversized chair now became quite fitting despite him not having changed size. The man chuckled to himself before speaking, "Without further ado, let me tell you something about All Might, the man who said you couldn't be a hero despite advertising the opposite." The man paused before looking as if he realized something. "Oh yes, I guess I should introduce myself." he said with a more casual mood in his voice, "My name is All For One, but you could call me sensei."

Sup

So, I remade the first chapter. A few changes as you can see.

I want to clarify that the sludge villain attack will instead, take place when Izuku is eight. I think it goes without saying that the Bakugo situation didn't happen either.

Any who, a heads up. I don't think I'm good at beginnings, at least in a story.

I quite literally mapped out the rough drafts of the rest of the story besides the beginning. I Even already have the ending planned.

I still ask for constructive criticism. Maybe thoughts on how to make the story better.

But other than that, have a good day and hope you enjoyed.