So I've always wondered about the top heroes of the other countries in the BNHA universe, because as it stands every one of the top ten heroes live in Japan.
So my theory for it is simple, All Might is Japan's and the World's top hero, but there are Number One heroes in other places too. So England has it's own top hero, same for America, Russia, Germany, and the rest of the "Major" countries. I say Major because I don't know the names of every country in the world.
Midoriya stood underneath the crumbling bridge as he stared at the destruction around him. His battle with the sludge villain had been brief but brutal. The road around them had been cracked from their fight, and blood laid splattered across the pavement.
His scythe slowly began to lose its shape falling back into its liquid form. He let out a shuddering breath as his adrenalin rush began to subside. His white hair and red eyes fading back into its previously green color.
He stumbled, barely keeping himself standing as his body collapsed.
A wet sliding sound could be heard to his side, and when he turned to find the source, he stared at the body of the deceased sludge villain. His previously slimy green skin had turned to a rolling black fog that seemed to swallow the light around it, and his eyes and mouth now glowed with a pale, haunting blue light.
The body moved towards him slowly before slipping under his arm and raising his body to support the young boy. Midoriya smiled despite the situation, rubbing the top of the dead man's head like you would a dog.
"Looks like you finally did something useful for once in your life." The corpse cooed at him as if purring under the boy's affection.
"Now then, looks like its time to go home."
With his body supported by his new companion, Midoriya stumbled towards his original prize, the crate of food. Grabbing what he needed for the next few weeks, he returned to his makeshift home in a nearby alleyway.
He slid down the wall of the alley letting his tired body rest for a moment as he pulled out his meal for the day. A simple package of preserved food, it wasn't tasty by any means, but it would settle his empty stomach.
The sludge corpse settled next to him lying for a moment before its body began to fade, disappearing into the either.
"Guess I'm alone again... Great."
He stood his from his spot on the ground sighing as he did so. Slowly he made his way out of the alleyway into the street, stumbling along the way. The road was lined with the poor and weak, those whose quirks had no place among the strong a common sight in this world without heroes.
He remembered why it had all happened, All Might's death at the hands of the ex-number two hero. Endeavors betrayal had turned the tides n All Might's fight against a powerful villain known as "All for One," and though Midoriya had never seen the man himself, he knew he was the technical overlord of Japan.
Endeavor had taken his "rightful" place as one of All for One's top brass. It seemed he would always be number two in this world no matter what he did.
The other heroes from around the world had come to Japan to try and stop them, but even the top heroes from the United League of Heroes had been crushed. Englands top hero "King Arthur" and his "Knights of the Round Table" had been the last to fall along with America's number one hero "Screaming Eagle." It had been a crushing defeat for the heroes.
And Midoriya had been there to witness it all.
He still remembered the screams of the heroes as All for One forcefully stole their quirks.
The sight of Screaming Eagles vocal cords being torn out and King Arthur being impaled by his own sword.
Those memories still haunted him.
It was futile, the Heroes last stand that had lead to the current anarchy of the world. If the heroes had stayed in their own countries, then it would have only been Japan that had fallen.
They didn't though, and with their death, the only threat to All for One's takeover had been crushed. He had assigned his most powerful subordinates to the different countries, creating a sort of hierarchy with him at the top and the others directly below him.
The issue became more apparent when he had moved his "Capital" to a completely different country, leaving Japan to Endeavor, a reward for his betrayal.
Well, that just made his job all the easier.
He glanced down at his phone the cracked screen glowing with a fate light as he checked the time. It was still early enough in the morning for him to make a patrol.
The streets remained the same as they always had, well at least at first glance. There was something about the air that told him to be cautious, and even the civilians seemed to be on edge.
Rounding a corner he had the reason.
In front of him, he saw a group of at least five men surrounding a girl who couldn't have been much older than him. Dirty blonde hair hung in messy buns on the sides of her head, and deep yellow cat-like eyes stared at the group in fear.
No... Not fear. He wasn't sure why but something about her made him think of a snake ready to strike. This girl was dangerous, every fiber of his being told him that. Yet, she seemed so tired as if standing was consuming all of her remaining energy.
The group moved towards the downed girl, they spoke, but he was to focused on her eyes to listen. When they got within arm's length of her, he found himself moving on his own. His blood forcefully tearing its way out of his arm it formed a scythe one more, and with almost pinpoint accuracy he sliced through the stone-like skin of the nearest man.
He could have ignored it, in all honesty, he should have. Yet when he saw her eyes in that one moment, he felt nothing but fear. Those men were going to die, and him stepping in had not been for her but to spare the group from a long, torturous death.
His movement had been enough to startle everyone; even the girl looked surprised by his sudden appearance.
His hair once again changed color, turning into a forest of white snow. Crimson red eyes burrowed deep into the souls of the men.
They were going to die, and everyone present knew that.
The braver of the remaining four charged, his body coated in smooth blue scales. If the weapon had been normal perhaps the scales would have worked, sadly for the man that was not the case as Midoriya's scythe carved a bloody swath through them. His body moved forward for a few seconds more before it crumpled into a heap behind him.
The others backed up trying to put some distance between themselves and the scythe-wielding teen.
The familiar feeling of slime slowly wrapped around his body as the darkened figure of the sludge villain slid out from within his shadow.
He stepped forward, his footsteps causing heavy echo's throughout the street, the few bystanders that remained cast nervous glances at each other.
The teen in front of them seemed unnatural as if he was there but shouldn't have been; everything about him reeked of death and the smoldering blackness that was his companion only masked the despair the boy's very existence seemed to create.
They were staring at death, and the men knew it well.
His red eyes that shown like fresh blood stared deep holes into the remaining three men, and when he finally spoke it was one simple word.
"Run."
And that was all the men needed to hear.
They scattered trying desperately to get away from the monster of a child that had slaughtered two of their members.
He turned to stare at the blonde headed girl, locking gaze with her slightly stunned expression, and then he turned speaking not another word.
Then he turned to leave the alleyway with one word hanging in the air.
"ARISE."
In front of her, the bodies of the men began to rise from the ground. Black tar-like substance clawed its way out from inside the body flowing freely from their mouth before it slathered itself over his body.
Their flesh took on the color, turning as black as the night sky and their eyes began to glow with a pale blue light.
The transformation had been a slow, gruesome process, and when it finally ended the began to move, carrying themselves out of the alleyway.
The girl reached out her hand desperately trying to grab onto the retreating man's clothes. She tried to call out, but her voice had gone hoarse from thirst, she tried to move further, but famine claimed that last bit of her fleeting energy. And with what remained of her strength she called out one word.
"Wait."
His body stopped for just long enough to turn to look at her before he carried on again, leaving the girl to her fate in the alley.
And at last, fatigue claimed the girl's conscious mind, leaving her body to slump forward on to the pavement.
Midoriya had heard a thump behind him, and for a moment he feared the men had come back, but when he turned all that remained was the girl's unconscious body.
He should have left her there; he was no hero; there were no heroes anymore.
He should leave, everything about the girl had unsettled him, he should have feared the consequences of taking her with him.
But when he picked her up, all of those fears disappeared, leaving only the girl who was nestled in his arms.
He left after that, turning to return to his home in his abandoned apartment.
He needed to tidy up.
It had been a while since someone had lived there with him.