Once a long time ago, someone one said that all people were created equal. I can say for a fact that saying is not true, especially in this day and age. You see, we are in a time where most people have powers called Quirks.

Quirks are powers that defines possibilities, like having the capability to produce non-animinant objects from your fat or being able to decay everything that you touch. In my time, about 30% of people had some type of quirk.

Some of these people that have a Quirk use it for there own gain. The society calls those people Villains, but about half of them were truly villains. Most of the time people they just did something they weren't not supposed to due. I only count people as villains only if they want and try to hurt people.

Now as society needs something to help keep the world intact, with the rise of villains came other people who society calls Heroes. Heroes can come in all shapes and sizes, from a washing hero to the greatest hero of all time. but some heroes are just as bad as "society defined" villains.

Most kids these days look up to the heroes and want to be them too, but not everyone has Quirk that can help them. So those kids unfortunately have to just fade in the background making sure that the villains do not go after them and live there life like before the age of quirks. Everyone thought that my Quirk was going to be the exact same way but this is the story of why that's not true.

This story explains why the society fell the way it did. And it all started with a ball.

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When I was four years old, I found out about my Quirk, which I called Rolly-Polly, which creates any type of ball that I can think of at the cost of not being able to feel pain equal to the amount of mass of the object turned to seconds. To everyone else, it did not seem that great, even I myself thought that at first, but as time when along, I started to experiment with it.

Anything that had the word ball in the name I could create. At first it was just the obvious things like a rubber ball, a football, or a snow ball. But then my father, who we shall call dick head, though of something else.

Being the lazy fuck that he was, he barely held a job for longer than 3 months before he gets the boot. So by the age of 8, I knew that money was hard to come by for us to live happily and fully fed. But one night after I turned 10, he came up to me and asked what good are you if you cannot even create money.

And that is how i found that you could used the word ball at the beginning of the phrase, like in ball of gold.

Two days after that, my father disappeared.

Two weeks after his disappearance, the police drop the case because their was no leads at all, it seemed like he just turned to ash. The only odd thing around was a grey cat that comes around sometimes now that stood on two hind legs.

When the time came around to pick a school for my final four years, I ran away from home. The reason why was because they found out where my sperm donor went and the cop where after the person who did it, me.

I ran for the rest of my life because what I did was considered murder by the Heroes of this society. Along with my sperm donor, hundreds if not thousands of people went missing just like him, and yes I was the cause of it all. And everytime time someone went missing, a creature would appear within the next few days, well all but six of them.

About two month before the end of my life, something told me that Japan was the last spot on my journey. So I went and the day before my death, I meet with this most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She had green hair that reached down to her middle back with a lot of freckles all over her body. That was how I spent my last night on the planet.

The next day, the Heroes finally found me. Yes, they kill me in the end but I took a few of them down too. The only problem with my end that I could think of, was that the fight was on national television so everyone could see what I did. And what I did shook the world to it's very core.

You see, back when I was 10, the day after my father came up with the most brilliant of plans, I stumbled across a website that hasn't had any activity in decades. The website had a picture of a ball that was half red and half white and they called it a Pokèball, so I started to research what it was. Let just say that it was nothing good for this world. The next day my father and I got into a fight that ended up with me creating and then throwing the Pokèball at him. To my surprise, it caught him and turned my into a Pokèmon called Meowth. After that all happened Meowth could only say "Meowth" in different ways.

But all that doesn't matter right now as this story is about my kid, Izuku and how he became the number one _ in the world. What is he the number one in, well it depends on which side of history you are on. And this side of the story tells the tale that people dying want to remember.

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A/N

Hello. If you found this, you need to have great taste or you stumbled across this. Either way, welcome.

I'll try to say this it's a weird one, but it's my weird one. Izuku is going to be a Pokemon Master, kind of. I will be using the more fetish side of the Pokemon community, like Girl's Hunter and Moemon, but still expect some normal ones as well. You will find out more about his quirk as the early story progresses.

Anyways, I don't have an 100% plan on how I want to do this, so if you have idea and are willing to share them, they are all welcome.

And until next time. Happy reading