Midoriya stumbled back as he took another kick to the face, mark lighting up while he steadied himself. He gritted his teeth as he stopped trying to track the man, he was much to fast for it bear fruit. 'He only has so much room in here, even at the speed moves that means their has to be a pattern to how he's attacking and it's-'

He spun around, Far Reach flying out in it's normal form trying to whip the man, but he managed to dodge it easily. With his main attack still reeling he did the best he could to try to hit the man, throwing up his other arm. 'Please don't explode, egg!'

His hands went out and Gran Torino dodged again, before kicking the boy in the stomach and throwing him into the wall. "Nice analysis, but your body isn't as fast as your brain. Your stiff, and there is a discord within your mind."

Not accepteing being taken down so easy Midoriya immediately shot to his feet. He looked at the man then behind him, before he grinned. "One for All…"

"You really think announcing it is a good idea?!" The old man questioned as he crashed into the floor. "I can't believe you're the ninth holder of this great power!"

Midoriya's grin didn't falter and the old man's eyes widened as he saw the move the greenette actually went for. 'Easiest trick in the book!'

He shot out Far Reach in it's weaker variant, multipl tendrils flying through the air. The man dodged without much effort but Midoriya didn't care as they hit their actual target, slamming the fridge door behind the man open and reaching inside, pelting the man with food.

Forced to focus on dodgding the incoming projecticles, Gran Torino was able to actually be perceived for just a moment by the teen. Just a moment was all he needed as Dark Vision kicked in and could visiualize the man's movements.

'Left, right, left and then….NOW'

The tendrild fused back and managed to get around the elderly pro's chest, throwing him down. Using the opportunity Midoriya shot forward and charged and smashes his fist into the man's head, throwing him into the wall.

"H-ugh HAhHAh… Nice going kid!" Gran laughed as he picked himself up, brushing off the dust that had got on him. "A clever strategy. Forcing me focus on too many things at once, allowing you a better chance to attack. With that.. magic of yours, you're clearly no slouch."

ZOOM!

Midoriya's eyes widened as the man came straight at him once more, kicking him in the stomach and causing him to buckle. The man placed a hand on top of his head. "However when it comes to One for All, you are lacking in fluidity. That's why you could only best me once you relied upon your Far Reach. Tell me, what do you suppose the outcome would be if you did not have such a power at your disposal?"

"I'd…lose?" Midoriya asked, standing up and rubbing his stomach. 'Not many options when you rule out the only other answer.'

"Precisely. The way you used it just now, and from the footage I've seen, by comparison you'te definitely adjusting to the power." Gran Torino commented, standin up tall. "However, your belief in the idea One for All is special, and sense of admiration for All Might are nothing more than shackles holding you down."

"Wait then what do I-" Midoriya shot up as he began to ask the question, the retired pro walking away towards the door.

"Think about that on your own time. I'll go buy us some grub while you clean up." Gran Torino said, grabbing the door handle to close behind him. "I will tell you, perhaps your magic is special compared to quirks. However, then I must ask even if they are, what makes them different from One for All? Consider that, and you may find the answers you seek."

With that, Midoriya was left alone in the apartment. 'My magic… has the answer?'

It had been about twenty minutes since Gran Torino had left and Midoriya was pacing about the apartment, having put away everything that wasn't destroyed beyond repair. He had a finger to his chin as he paced about thinking about what the man said.

'All Might is a shackle? Ok, I understand the fundementals, like he said but somehow I'm stiff. I lack fluidity.' He shook his head, taking a deep breath. "Ok start over. If my magic has the answer then what's the simialrties between them, what's the difference."

Then, his eyes widened as it hit him. Gran Torino had told him to focus on what makes them different. He hurried forward, looking for his bag to pull out his notebook.

"Oh I get it! With both of them, I call upon the power!" Midoriya started talking to himself giddily, finally starting to realize what the problem was. "One for All isn't a magic power though, it's just a quirk like any other. Comapring it to Far Reach, my smashes are the equilavent to Far Lance, going full power! My magic might be special, but I don't think of it like such. There was never any real fan fare about it so to me It's just a part of me! Not to mention all the practice re-enforcing that idea! I need to think of One for All the same way, and start thinking about how else I might be able to use it!"

From somewhere beyond the door, for a second he could of sworn he heard a chuckle. Brushing it off he turned back to the book. "Magic is a well to draw from, One for All is just an extenstion of my physical body!"

Finally, he got it!

Ok, maybe he didn't get it. He groaned as he rubbed his head, having fallen from near the roof of the building.

After Gran Torion had returned and they had eaten, the man had gone straight to bed, leaving Midoriya alone barely tested and having no idea about his ephiphany and how accurate it actually was.

So he'd decided to try a simple exercise outside, jumping from the walls of the building using only One for All to get onto the roof. In theory, perfect.

In practice, he was bleeding from his nose and probably only had his magicpreventing a concussion. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move One for All fast enough through his body to get up the walls to the top.

At the moment, he wasn't taking a short break as he thought about it, when he heard two people walking past. He didn't intend to eavesdrop but it was hard with how loud one of them was crying and talking.

"Hey, hey, hey. Sweetie! Come on, it'll be ok, it'll be-" A man was talking trying to sound comforting. A thud cut him off and suddenly a woman began to talk, sounding hysterical.

"HOW THE HELL CAN IT BE 'OK?!' MY MOTHERS DEAD BECAUSE OF THAT STUPID HOSPITAL! I TOLD YOU WE SHOULDN'T PUT HER THERE!" The woman screamed, and the marked boy looked away from the voices with a frown.

As he did, he remembered there was only one hospital in Hosu and grimaced as memories of Iida on the sports festival flooded through.

After a couple of moments, he shook his head. He couldn't stop training yet, he had to pull it off!

He DID NOT pull it off.

He injured himself a lot trying, and he was exhausted and it had not paid off.

"What happened to you?" Gran Torino asked in bewilderment as he walked down into the living room, taking in the boy's appearance. "You look beat!"

"I was training on my own and went overboard. I wanted to try to reach the roof using only One for All but my movements were still to slow." The greenette explained. "Honestly it almost reminds…. Me…. Of….. HOLY CRAP!"

The elderly man jumped as the boy suddenly shot up, looking at him with a completely serious gaze.

"I'm magic!"

Silence filled the room, as Gran Torino cocked his head to the side.

"Isn't that the whole point of you? Of course you're magic. Are you ok, kid?"

"No no, I mean I'm a tendril."

"….Not getting any less weird, broccoli boy."

"Ahgh! I mean…" Midoriya took a breathe, whipping out far reach and taking it in. "When I was trying to manipulate how I dealt with the power output of my tendrils, I couldn't get it down for the longest time. My problem was I couldn't focus it into a single spot, so I could control the individual tendrils…"

Then, the tentacle turned into it's hardened and sharp form. "However when I went the opposite way, it was actually pretty easy to pour all the power into Far Lance. I think…. I think One for All is the opposite! I'm trying to go full power in a single spot all the time, a tiny fraction of my body has to bear the whole brunt! And if it's the opposite problem of my tendrils… then the solution….'

Suddenly, the world almost seemed to dim as the greenette began to glow, Far Reach dissipating as green electricity sparked around him, red lines covering his body before fading. "I should be pouring in all the power across my entire body, while maintaining the amount I can handle! I think this is it! This is how I can use 3% of One for All!"

"Heh… nice going kid. Only took you one day as well." Gran Torino laughed as he took him in. "Any ideas for a name? Can you move?"

"I got it! One for All: Full Cowling!" Midoriya said with a grin. 'As for moving.' "I won't know about moving unless I try so…"

"So then let's have our re-match. I'm outlawing your other powers this time!" Gran Torino said as he shot away into the sky. "If you can hit me with this power, then your truly have made your first big step to mastering One for All!"

"Right! Let's do it!"

Once again, they started their fight with Midoriya getting kicked in the face.

Izuku lost that fight, by a milliseconds difference. The old man dodged him just in time to knock him across the room again (And trashing the place again), yet despite that Gran Torino still saw fit to deem it the first big step.

The next big step…

"I'm sorry, could you say that again?" Midoriya asked, wanting to be sure he heard that right as he began to sweat.

"I said we're going to fight some villains! This is an internship after all, you shouldn't be that surprised by this." The elderly man chuckled as he walked towards the door. "Go put your costume on, and meet me outside. I hear you already have more experience in this regard than even other members of your class."

"Y-yes sir!" Midoirya nodded, grabbing the suitcase with his suit and hurrying up the stairs to throw it on. When he opened it up, he was surprised to find that it looked different and there was a note attached.

'Dear Izuku Midoriya

We hear at the support department have made some modifications to your outfit, headed by Hatsume and Powerloader. Aside from being an aesthetic upgrade, some features of your suit have been added to the suit such as-"

His eyes widened and he did a double take. Surely he misread that.

"Such as the wingsuit provided under your arms. We will allow you to discover these yourself."

He took a deep breathe and found himself between two reactions.

Shouting in frustration at the unwanted change and squealing like a giddy school girl at the mental image of gliding through the air. It was a very complicated and totally dignified noise that escaped him when he finally got any sound out.

Totally dignified and not at all embarrassing, yep! (Also were they even allowed to do that?! He thought he had to put in requests. Something to explore when he returned he supposed.)

"P.S: From Powerloader and Hatsume, the tests were finalized. We added a sheath so feel free to use your sword freely from now on."

As he read that, his eyes travelled back to the costume. There it was, the sword.

He reached out for it.

MURDERERMURDERERMURDER

Eyes wide

Smoke Smoke

So much Smoke

"DO IT DEKU!"

"STOP PLEASE!"

A ligheter in hand, tears streamed down his face

His eyes widned and he flinched away. He grabbed the costume and threw it on, not looking back. He got dressed quickly and turned to walk away.

'I know you do not wish to, but bring the sword. For your own sake.'

Dammit. Nervously he turned back. He reached out again, expecting another flash, another panic attack. Instead it never came as he picked up the sword.

Surprised, he put it away quickly onto his belt and ran out to meet Gran Torino before he got impatient. As he ran out, he found himself througougly confused.

In that panic attack, the one screaming at him to 'do it'… had been kids.

It felt real but…. Midoriya had never been in any situation quite like that before, he was sure.

Was he sure?

He didn't know anymore,