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Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Izuku groaned as the beeping brought him back to the land of the living. He opened his eyes to see he was in a private hospital room and there was a drip connected to his arm.

How did he get here?

Izuku tried to rise but he stopped as he saw his mom half-sitting in her chair and half-lying on the bed. There were dried tear tracks on her eyes and her eyes looked black from lack of sleep. He was tempted to let her sleep, but the position looked like torture on the neck.

"Mom," Izuku said pushing her lightly, "Mom, wake up."

His mom woke up almost immediately as she shot up in her chair. Her eyes were dazed before they focused on Izuku. The next thing he knew he was pulled into a tight hug from his mother.

"Oh Izuku, I was so worried!" his mother said and it sounded like tears were coming to her eyes again, "You've been asleep for so long! Are you okay? Do you need anything? How did you survive? How did you fall into the river? Why are there knives and plates in your bag?"

"Uh..."

Thankfully, Izuku was saved from having to answer all those questions when a doctor walked in. The woman's eyes were a striking black and white split right down the middle. It was a little unsettling to look at, but Izuku was rather thankful for the interruption.

After all, how did one explain what happened to him and not get sent to a crazy ward?

"Hello, Mr Midoriya. I am Dr Shirai and I've been your doctor for your stay in Samsara," Dr Shirai said as she held a clipboard, "I've just got a few questions for you. Is that okay?"

"U-Uh," Izuku cleared his throat feeling how dry it was, "Y-Yeah, but, uh, could I please get some water."

"How silly of me, of course," Dr Shirai left and a few seconds later she returned with a jug of water and a glass, "I'd forgotten these in the hallway. Your case is just very interesting."

That was ominous.

Izuku's mom took it upon herself to pour him a glass. He downed it all in one go and still, he felt rather parched. His mother poured him a second one and he drank more slowly from this one.

"Do you feel any pain on your body at all?" Dr Shirai said and he shook his head no.

"When was the last time, excluding now, that you drank water?"

"Before the scavenger hunt."

The questions were all pretty mundane to Izuku and Dr Shirai was kind enough to not ask them all at once like his mother had. She then asked a question that made him hesitate.

"A Pro Hero found you unconscious in a previously undiscovered ruin over thirty miles from a cave they tracked you to," Dr Shirai said and he tensed under her scrutiny.

His mother must have sensed his discomfort as she asked, "Is there a question in there?"

"Yes," Dr Shirai said and she smiled to ease the slight tension, "How does a boy escape a wolf's den and then make it unscathed to a ruin that has never seen the light of the day only to be saved due to a massive radio emission?"

"Izuku?" His mother sounded curious herself, "What happened?"

Perhaps, it was because he couldn't really lie to his mother or because Dr Shirai had a comforting aura around her. Either way, Izuku felt compelled to tell the truth.

"I-I got to the den just before the wolves did while running from a, uh, predator," Izuku didn't think it was necessary to say it was a deer, "The wolves came right after I did, but there was a trapdoor in the cave that I fell into."

"I slept there through the night I think and it turns out that was a tunnel that led to that ruin," Izuku said his eyes glazing over just a bit, "I don't know how long I was down there, but I just felt this urge to keep walking. It was weird."

The doctor and his mother remained silent throughout his explanation which allowed him to convey his thoughts with more ease.

"That place was weird," Izuku was glad to speak about the place with someone, "At first look, it could have been a town in a rural area for all I know, but something big happened there. The place isn't normal. There's a lot of weapons in every house and a giant monument and even a university."

"Are you sure no one has ever been there?" Izuku asked and he received a firm nod from the doctor, "Very sure. According to my husband, his grandfather had the entire island explored and mapped out before building the resort. No one had ever seen the place before. Until you."

"Wait, you're a part of the—"

"Yaoyorozu family!" Izuku cut his mother off in surprise, "You're the 6th richest family in Japan and have over 300 hero agencies, tech suppliers and companies under your umbrella. You guys helped Edgeshot and Best Jeanist get their agencies off the ground!"

Izuku had been curious about the Samsara resort and he had researched it extensively. That was how he found out that the entire island was one of owned by one of Japan's most successful families.

The entire family excelled in whatever field they were involved and it was known that the name could and would open a lot of doors for anyone lucky enough to be born into the family.

"My husband's family would like you," Dr Shirai said smiling a bit wryly, "But yes, you are correct. Truth be told, this debacle has made quite the splash especially with the Pro Hero that rescued you talking about it."

Did he get saved by a Pro? And a pretty famous one by the sound of things. It obviously wasn't All Might because his speciality wasn't tracking and they'd found him in the wolf's den and then again at the ruin. It could have been Ryukyu but she was always swamped if the reports were to be believed. It could not have been Gang Orca because—

"Uh, honey," Izuku blinked as his mother called out to him sounding a bit embarrassed, "You're talking out loud."

"Oh, um, sorry," Izuku said to both of them, "I'm still a bit overwhelmed. I think it was the fruit I ate."

"You ate a fruit?" Dr Shirai sounded surprised by this, "Our scans revealed a shockingly low blood sugar. Consistent with someone who hadn't eaten for days. It's why you've been unconscious for two weeks."

"T-Two weeks?!"

"Yes, two weeks. Perhaps, I should've said that earlier," Dr Shirai said looking a bit embarrassed by her slip-up, "In any case, could you describe the fruit you ate and where you got it from? Any adverse effects would have passed by now, but it would be remiss of me to not make sure."

"It tasted really good. Really good," Izuku said thinking back to the fruit, "It was kinda shaped like an onion. It was a mix of colours. Pink, purple and orange with these grey, no wait, silver lines."

Beep.

Beep.

"I see," Dr Shirai said after a few seconds of silence, "Did the fruit could have adverse effects on you like intense hallucinations or bodily pain?"

Did giant symbols in the air and his skin glowing a bright blue count?

"Well, u-um, n-nothing that I noticed really," Izuku said rubbing the back of his head rapidly, "I-I just passed out after eating it."

Izuku had no idea what possessed him to lie about what had happened. If he was being honest, he wasn't too sure himself if he had hallucinated what had happened. In a world filled with Quirks, the impossible was an ever-changing concept, but even this was too far-fetched.

Besides, he had been born with no Quirk. He still remembered the doctor breaking the news to him and his mother giving up on his dream.

Perhaps it was that more than anything that made him hold his silence.

Izuku and his mom had returned to Musutafu about a day after he'd woken up. Kacchan's family had returned while he was still under, but he'd seen Uncle Masaru and Aunt Mitsuki the day they had returned.

Apparently, Kacchan had fessed up to everything that led to Izuku getting lost and his parents had not taken it well. They had practically fallen over themselves asking for forgiveness but Izuku knew it wasn't their fault at all.

Kacchan was grounded so the word went and Izuku hadn't heard a peep from him since.

Izuku wasn't cleared to return to school just yet and his mom still had to go to work. This meant he would be alone at home alone most days for the foreseeable future which was good news.

Izuku was positive that the fruit he'd eaten had done something. Not just to him but to that ruin in general. Speaking of the ruin, somehow, the press had caught wind of the boy who had found a lost civilisation on a Yaoyorozu island and a few agencies were offering a surprisingly high amount for interviews.

His mother hadn't responded yet and she seemed hesitant to accept them. However, Izuku knew that the money could go a long way to alleviate the pressure she was under. Especially after the whole falling-into-a-river-and-then-being-unconscious-for-two-weeks-thing.

He'd been found by Hawks who was the youngest hero in the top 15 and he was still rising constantly. His approval ratings were up there with the very best. Unfortunately for Izuku, Hawks had returned to his agency before Izuku could wake up and ask for an autograph.

It was still cool, though.

Izuku shook his head as he returned to the problem at hand. Today was his first day alone at home. His mother had left for work about an hour ago and she would only be back in well over ten hours from now.

Plenty of time to figure out what happened.

Izuku vividly remembered the blue energy that had emanated from beneath his skin. It could have been a trick of the mind, but Izuku also just felt different. It was hard to put into words but he felt as if there was more lurking beneath the surface.

He got a blank notebook out and scribbled 'Attempt 1' at the top. He put the pen down before he held his hands out in front of him. He strained and strained, but the blue energy did not appear.

It was only after ten minutes of focus and effort that he admitted that he would not have instant mastery of this...whatever it was. Even Kacchan had trained a lot to control his Quirk. Hell, he was probably the only person at Aldera that seriously trained their Quirk.

Izuku decided to go for a more practical approach and he researched basic training methods for Quirks. The blue energy reminded him of an Emitter Quirk and there were many official websites with helpful tips.

Generally, a Quirk came with some baseline level of understanding much like knowing how to move a muscle. That being said, a lot of practice was needed to gain control of your Quirk so as to not be a danger to yourself and those around you.

"Tip number 1: Try to clear your mind and visualise your Quirk in your mind. It may take a few tries, but you will know when you have accessed it," Izuku read from the webpage, "From there on, it is up to achieve further control. Try to do this in an isolated environment."

Admittedly, it sounded a bit corny to Izuku but the website was approved by many hero agencies so who was he to judge?

Izuku shut his windows and curtains and soon his room was enveloped in shadows. He took it a step further and put on his noise-cancelling headphones. Now, he was as cut off from the world as much as possible.

It was not that simple, though. No matter what he did, visions still played across his mind if he let his mind wander. He constantly had to reign it in and that was surprisingly hard to do.

He wasn't sure how long it took, but eventually, he was able to focus solely on the image of the energy.

He remembered how it was a dazzling blue that both stung and soothed his eyes. He remembered the sound of rushing air that had enveloped him. Finally, he remembered the feel of the energy as it circulated throughout his entire body. The pain and discomfort of something foreign taking residence within him.

Izuku felt a warm feeling spread through him as he remembered the myriad of sensations and emotions he had felt at the sight. Flashes of pink and orange and silver and purple flitted through his mind only serving him to pull him deeper into his thoughts.

He wasn't sure how long he had been at it, but he became vaguely aware of a rushing sensation underneath his skin. It was light and ethereal, but undeniably present. The feeling only grew as he locked onto the feeling more and more.

There was an abundance of warmth radiating from his stomach that spread from deep within right to the ends of his hair. He could feel the energy dancing beneath his skin and he instinctively latched onto it.

It was almost as if something unlocked itself within him. The energy that was within was now firmly in his control and slowly Izuku dared to open his eyes.

Dazzling blue energy radiated from him before vanishing into nothingness. In contrast to the time at the ruin, his body felt strong. Impossibly strong. He carefully removed his headphones before slowly rising to his feet.

He felt amazing.

"I can do it," Izuku said as his room was illuminated by the blue energy.

"I can be a hero."

"Izuku, I'm home!"

The energy flared out of control as Izuku's mom called out at him. He ran to his curtain and he was surprised to see that it was well past sunset. The moon and stars twinkling brightly.

"H-Hi, Mom!" he called back in a panic.

Had he really been at it for the whole day?

"You didn't eat the food I left for you!" His mother called out to him from behind his door, "Are you feeling sick? Do I need to call an ambulance? What's that bright light in there? Did you have another All Might movie marathon and forget to eat?"

"Uh, yeah. It totally slipped my mind!"

Izuku tried to pull the energy back towards him and thankfully it worked immediately as his room was plunged into his darkness. A few moments later, his mother slipped the door open.

"Woah, it's dark in here," she said before closing the door again, "You should turn the lights on. Using your phone with the lights off is bad for your eyes! You have the next three weeks off school. If you keep this up, you'll need to go back with glasses!"

That would go down so well with Kacchan and his cronies.

Izuku let out a sigh of relief as his mother left his room. He walked to the light switch and flicked it on. He let out a gasp as he took in the state of his room.

All his clothes, shoes and All Might memorabilia had been blown all over his room. The ones closest to him were lightly singed and were still warm to the touch.

Damnit.

This would take him hours to fix.

The next day, Izuku woke up late enough to miss his mother. He found a note from his mother that she would be back a bit later than usual today. It was pretty good news.

That left him plenty of time to experiment. From what he could tell the energy boosted his body, but even then his theory felt off. It was hard to put a finger on it, but he could just sense the hidden potential beneath it all.

Quirks were a lot more cut and dry than this and they also didn't come from eating delicious, weirdly coloured fruit. The energy was definitely something special but so far Izuku could only turn into a stronger, glowy version of himself.

It was one thing to know you can do more. It was an entirely different thing to actually find a way to pull those things off. Izuku had managed to master conjuring the energy, but he hadn't gone beyond that yet for a few reasons.

If the carnage done to his room was any indication then it wouldn't exactly be smart to train at home. Quirk usage was heavily restricted and so he needed to find a place that Pro Heroes tended to avoid.

With that in mind, he pulled out his phone before opening a map of Musutafu. The map had circles of various colours that revealed the jurisdictions of various heroes and agencies. There were only a few blank spots and they were either too far away or too deep into an urban area to be useful.

Finally, though, he found the perfect spot.

Takoba Beach wasn't something that immediately popped into mind. In fact, he had to search more about it on his phone and he was pretty happy with what came up.

Well, not exactly. It was horrible that a beach had essentially been turned into a junkyard, but what that meant was there was probably very little foot traffic and he would be free to train his Quirk.

Did this qualify as a Quirk?

Takoba Beach

"This place is a dump," Izuku said as he took in the high stacks of used appliances, cars and all other sorts of trash.

"It's perfect!"

He made his way deeper into the junkyard so that he wouldn't be seen by those passing by. It was 9 AM and Izuku had seen no one, though, so he was probably fine.

It took him a few moments to find the perfect test dummy. A rusty, dilapidated machine dryer with a cracked door stood in front of him. Nothing was perched on it and so he didn't have to worry about a fridge falling on him or something to that effect.

Izuku lifted his arm and channelled the energy to his hand. In his mind, he had a vision of All Might lifting a large van to safety. That had been one of the more low-key displays of power that his idol had, but it served as good motivation.

If his Quirk was an Emitter type then he'd need to channel the energy to the relevant spots before anything. Or he'd be very likely to injure himself and he would not hear the end of it from his mother if he did that.

Izuku took a deep breath before closing his eyes. A few seconds later, his eyes snapped open revealing his hands to be wreathed in the blue energy.

"Okay, Izuku," he said under his breath, "Time to go Plus Ultra!"

Filled with the swagger that All Might's catchphrase gave him, he strutted up to the dryer. He places his hands on either side of the dryer and crouched down before trying to lift the machine.

It should have been simple.

Instead, his hands wrenched the sides of the washing machine off completely. The large panels were stuck to his hands. He shook his arms in an effort to get them loose and they did not budge. He kicked one of the panels with all his strength and he almost ripped his arm out the socket.

What. The. Hell?

Panic bloomed in his chest and paying no heed to how ridiculous he looked Izuku ran. He ducked and waved through the mazy junkyard before making a break for the water.

Maybe the dryer just had some really strong glue on it?

What if this was his new normal.

Izuku ran full tilt at the water screaming all the while. Arms and metal panels aloft making him look like some crazy tech worshipper. That didn't matter to him. He liked having hands and he wanted them back now.

He closed his eyes in preparation as he waited for the cold bite of the sea to wrench him free from the stupid plates. He kept running all the while and after some time Izuku noticed that A, he wasn't wet and, B, the panels were still attached.

Izuku opened his eyes and he nearly fainted as he saw that the reason he wasn't in the water was that he was on the water.

He screamed.

Right on cue, the panel detached from his hands and Izuku sighed in relief.

"Thank goodness," Izuku said as he slowed his running to a halt, "I got rid of the panels. Only after I screamed though. Was it because I lost control of my cool? Or was it because I realised that I can walk on water? Is that what this energy lets me do? There could be a lot of applications to this, but the Adhesive Hero doesn't sound like the future Number One. That being said~"

As he continued to think about the applications of surface sticking, Izuku shut out his surroundings. It was only when a fish flopped put the water and slapped him on the leg that he remembered where he was.

"A fish?" Izuku queried, "Wait I'm standing on—"

The rest of Izuku's sentence, ironically, was swallowed by the water as he fell into the murky depths. He screamed into the water before he began to tread water. He swam back to shore and flopped down on the ground as he looked up at the sky.

"I don't even know where to begin with this stupid thing."

Three weeks later, Izuku was actually feeling pretty pleased with himself which was far from the norm.

After he dried up and got over his panic, he began to see the benefits of what he had discovered. He could scale walls and tall buildings with ease and get the drop on his enemies.

What he would actually do after he got the drop on them was unclear.

It had taken him five days to master sticking to solid surfaces. It had taken another seven for him to get the water walking down. He had done them simultaneously so, all in all, it took five days and twelve days respectively.

He now had ample evidence that the incident with the dryer turned out to be a fluke.

It was far and away easier to stick to stuff than it was to walk on water. He only needed a fixed amount to cling to any surface. A fridge, a tree, a wall, a fish— it was all the same.

Water walking on the other hand was difficult. He had to account for the ripples and waves and constantly adjust the stream of energy he was letting out. He had only figured this out when he had filled up the bathtub after being too lazy to go to the beach.

He had fooled himself into thinking he had gotten it right and he had ran full-tilt at the sea only to immediately get his pants wet. The dirty looks he had gotten on his way home had definitely left a lasting impression.

The only other interesting thing of note had to do with the lesser of the two discoveries. It turns out that if he undercooked a bit of the energy he used to stick to a surface then he could basically glide down whatever he was sticking to. The speed was heavily dependent upon how much he was actually using.

It was pretty useful because Izuku's body wasn't adapted to absorbing shock and trauma so controlling his descent was of the utmost importance. It would be embarrassing if he blew his knee out after climbing the wall into a cartel's den.

Maybe they'd let him live out of pity.

The other discovery he had made came from the opposite of the undercooking method. If he overcooked the amount of energy, then it was almost as if a force was pushed out whatever he was using.

He found this out when his foot had busted through a fridge door. Izuku was a lot more hesitant about training that part because it was stupidly easy to hurt himself.

His body couldn't really handle exerting that much force. His leg had ached for two days after just the one overzealous attempt. It was a good thing he tended to undercook the amount he had to channel or he would probably have had a permanent limp by now.

He had to train his body and he had scoured the internet for the best training course there was. There was one called the Decathlete and the title didn't quite state just how terrible it was.

It was a training program used by some of the best athletes at the Olympic Games back when they were still relevant. To someone like Izuku without a Quirk, it was very relevant.

It built up multiple types of fitness and would hopefully give him an edge by the time of the UA entrance examinations. Or if he was being more honest, allow him to close the deficit between him and those who had already been training for years at this stage.

The exams were now just under a year away and Izuku felt more confident than ever that he could make it across the line.

Today was an off day for him. So, Izuku decided to forgo the beach and pass by a baker that was near his school. They made the best cakes e had been itching for a good cake and he had a decent amount saved up. Now was as good a time as any to get some.

He walked towards the bakery, but he got shoved out the way by a man who was running in the opposite direction. He wore a mask and cursed at Izuku as he ran past.

"That guy stole my purse!"

Despite himself, Izuku felt the desire within himself to do some good. He began to pursue the thief as he ducked and weaved through the crowds.

They finally turned into the alleyways and Izuku kept up the speed as he homed in on the man. The man kicked over a few trash cans to try and go down side alleys to stall Izuku but it was to no avail.

Izuku knew these specific alleyways like the back of his hand.

He vaulted over every obstacle and soon he was within touching distance of the thief as they ran towards a dead end. That changed as a tail unfurled itself from underneath the thief's shirt and struck Izuku in the chest.

The hit was strong and knocked the wind out of him completely. The man turned around to reveal himself as someone with some sort of reptilian mutation. His eyes were cold as he smirked down at Izuku.

"You wanted this. Stand up and fight,"

Izuku felt his limbs begin to shake. The man seemed to sense his fear as his tail slammed into the ground hard enough to cause spiderweb cracks.

"Are you scared?" the lizard man's tone was derisive before snorting, "Yeah, I wouldn't want to fight me neither."

Izuku clambered to his feet, but he was struck again by the man's tail. He could feel a large welt was forming on his side as he held it gingerly. That stung. This had been a bad idea. He had no chance against a hardened criminal.

"I'm gonna enjoy this."

"Deku, you freaking nerd!"

The statement was punctuated with a thunderclap of an explosion that sent the lizard man rocketing into the back wall. The thief smashed into the wall before falling to the ground unconscious. Kacchan stood in-between Izuku and the lizard man with a scowl on his face.

"I saw you run after this guy from across the street!" Kacchan turned to him and Izuku saw his palms were still smoking, "Was almost dying in the sticks not enough for you?"

Izuku couldn't find an answer as a swirl of emotions rose within him at the sight of Kacchan. It was always so hard to figure out where exactly they stood.

"Consider us even."

With that Bakugou was off and after a few seconds, Izuku followed suit. This area had a few Pro Heroes patrol it so there probably was one on their way right now.

He suddenly found himself not in the mood for dessert and as he trudged back to his house he kept replaying the fearlessness and power Kacchan had displayed.

Could Izuku really be a hero if he was too afraid and too weak to stop a low-level thief?

This one encounter had been enough to sober him up. Yeah, he could stick to walls but that wasn't what he needed to be good let alone great. He needed more. He needed to be more.

Later that day, Izuku came back home to find a large package outside the door. It came up to his thigh and it had a note on the top. To his surprise, it was addressed to him.

"Izuku, we hope you will honour our request for a meeting. We heard you took a liking to certain items at the Samsara Ruin and so we decided to send you some stuff we think you might find interesting. Call us for an interview if stuff like this is to your liking. Kind Regards, Japan News Network."

The package had wheels which made it easy for him to get into his room. He removed all the packaging to reveal a large crate. He removed the lid and he almost wept at what was at the very top.

He had been forced to leave his All Might bag behind because it had a lot of artefacts in it. Apparently, you couldn't just take stuff from historical ruins. Not even if you discovered it!

The bag was empty and it still had the holes from the roots of the tree that had saved his life.

The bag had been placed on top of a rack that held the ceramics he had found in perfect moulds. It was probably how archaeologists transported stuff like this. Izuku set out all the ceramics on the living room table.

He knew his mom would be able to find a better spot for them than he could. That type of stuff was not exactly his strong suit. The only ceramic item that he kept was a mask. It kinda looked like a cat and would probably make for a good display piece.

The rest of the items were racks of kunai and shuriken — a lot more than he had stuffed into his bag. Izuku figured he now had about. He had only taken about 80 in total but he now had 250 on the dot.

How did a news network get their hands on this? And just to get an interview out of him?

There had to have been many copies of what was in here for them to have been given up so freely. It was also likely that prices for the artefacts would shoot right up once news of them hit the mainstream. And he was the trigger for that most likely.

Izuku wasn't exactly the type to keep stuff like this on display. Plus, he had no space with his room being taken up by all his All Might stuff. He only had a small sliver to spare right above the door.

Enough for a mask, but not enough for a rack of prehistoric weapons.

Izuku carefully placed the racks on his bed and right at the very bottom of the crate was perhaps the most valuable item of them all. There were a few more stuff like the headband he had found, but what stuck out was right in the centre of the rack.

Forty centimetres long and in surprisingly great condition was a scroll that was in a protective case.

He wiped his hands down on his pants before picking the case up. He removed the scroll before slowly opening it. As he should have expected, though, the scroll was completely blank.

He had been hoping for words or images or something, anything really, that would explain the energy he could now use. Surely it was no coincidence that the fruit had been right in the middle of the village's largest building.

He had been hoping to get some information from the scroll especially one that was so well-preserved. Now all he had was an admittedly very ornate scroll.

Maybe he could use it for his next Hero journal. He could start with the thief that had humiliated him.

Izuku took out one kunai as he judged its weight. He could have used this earlier in the day. Maybe he would have been taken a bit more seriously by the thief and Kacchan wouldn't have had to swoop in and save him.

The package had been a very welcome distraction from the incident with the thief, but that wasn't the case. Izuku packed all the weapons away before putting the scroll on his bed.

The short encounter with the thief flashed through his mind once more. The man's tail had hit Izuku hard enough to bruise. Kacchan had been able to get the drop on the thief and incapacitate him while Izuku had been rooted to the spot.

How far behind Kacchan and the others was he?

Bakugou was outstanding, but there would be hundreds of others near and maybe even above his level trying to get into UA. The demand to get into UA had only gotten higher once they announced that dorms were being built for the students.

Izuku had watched the press conference the school had given and apparently the primary reason the dorms were a way to foster relations between up and coming heroes. The second reason was also to allow them to ramp up the training they underwent.

If UA were investing so much more into their curriculum then would they want to take a shot on someone who could only use his quirk as some sort of glue?

No, he couldn't think like that. Somehow, he'd get into UA. That was a certainty.

Izuku opened the scroll in his lap as he continued to toy with the kunai — twirling it around by the ring on its handle. It kept falling out of his hand, though because he was unused to using such an odd item.

When the kunai fell off for the fifth time in less than a minute, Izuku grew frustrated. He tried to do the surface sticking exercise so it wouldn't go flying again. However, with the pent-up frustration from his encounter with Kacchan and also the disappointment of the empty scroll in his lap, he overcooked the amount he needed.

He had known the second he had done it and he flinched in preparation of the kunai crumpling in his hand. His eyes had closed on reflex, but he opened them slowly once he registered no pain.

Amazingly, the kunai was wreathed in the blue energy illuminating his room. Carefully, Izuku brought his finger along the edge of the kunai. He groaned as the kunai cut into his finger. A few droplets of blood fell from his finger onto the opened scroll on his lap, but that was irrelevant for now.

These weapons could somehow harness his energy. Izuku was certain that these weapons were all blunt, he'd checked multiple times and yet he'd just been cut by what felt like the sharpest knife ever.

What were these metal made of? Did it work on other stuff or was this metal the exception? At the junkyard, no other material, let alone metals, had done the same thing. Did the people from the ruins also harness this energy? It would definitely explain the high number of weapons in almost every house.

Izuku had found another intriguing aspect of his new ability and all it had cost was one very cool scroll that he could have probably sold for a fortune.

Oh, wait.

Izuku inspected the scroll under the light emanating from his kunai. His brow scrunched as he took in the large splatters of blood across the exposed section.

"How much blood did I lose? I should probably wrap this up."

He left to do just that and after applying a bandage, he returned to his room. He turned on the lights before he picked up the scroll and he frowned as he looked at the scroll.

The blood-spattered page now only had a single speck of blood on it. There was a lot less blood. Far less than what he had seen under the light of his energy.

...That couldn't be it.

Right?

Izuku channelled enough energy to be visible to his hand. He placed his hand just above the scroll. The energy shone onto the page and amazingly words began to appear on the page.

The writing was a little archaic, but Izuku was still able to understand everything for the most part.

"Chakra Theory and Applications by Hiruzen Sarutobi for the Sarutobi clan," Izuku peered at the title of the scroll.

If he wasn't dust in the wind by now, Izuku would have probably felt indebted to this Hiruzen Sarutobi guy for life.

He settled for a whispered thank you. He'd know what it meant.

Fully unrolled, the scroll probably had enough space for Izuku to write out 20 of his journals — and that with illustrations. Speaking of illustrations, Izuku had been skimming the scroll, but his eyes were caught on the first of hopefully many illustrations.

Were those hands?

"Handseals? Jutsu?"

The gloominess had passed and Izuku found himself equally parts invested and excited for the future.

Author Notes:

That was Chapter 2.

I know there's probably quite a few hoping for Izuku to start busting out major jutsu and we'll get there. This story would be pretty dull if Izuku could just bust out a Kirin or Rasenshuriken. Was the scroll a bit too convenient? Kinda, but on a real note, it would take me decades to find out chakra isn't just superglue and that's if I discovered anything at all lol.

A few changes here and there. The dorms being the main one. I love the dorms probably from my days in boarding school. It opens up a ton of avenues and so it is done.

I said this as the top, but thanks for all the kudos, comments and etc. I love hearing from you guys so don't be shy. Drop a coin in the can.