First Story.

Tell me what I need to add and improve.

Did I die?

Yeah I guess I count this as dying.

Honestly I can't tell.

Yeah I think I did die.

I mean why is everything so dark.

It feels like I'm floating in space.

Zero Gravity?

Have I been to a zero gravity centre? No I haven't.

What's going on?!

It feels like I'm being sucked out.

I'm panicking!

Breathe in...Breathe out.

What the hell is going on!?

My eyes! It's so bright?! What the hell!?

I can't stop crying?!

My body feels weird.

It feels...shorter?

I could hear voices from beside me.

"Congratulations Midoriya-san, It's a boy!"

Wait, what? Midoriya. Like Deku? Izuku Midoriya!?. HUH!?

All I understood was Midoriya. Wait are they speaking Japanese!? They are!

I could definitely tell because:

1. I watch too much anime.

2. They added prefixes to their names such as san.

Now I know where are I am.

With my previous knowledge from my world. This is My Hero Academia.

OH NO! I have no quirk! I could only groan in my mind while my physical body cried and shook his body.

With my eyes now adjusting to the light, I could see people around me and a guy holding me.

I saw Inko who was Deku's mum to my left.

This is not who I want to be reborn as. What am I gonna do!?

As I get taken away by a doctor to get my body checked.

So it's been around 7 months. I have gotten sort of used to my body.

Considering that I'm not really a baby, I was able to start walking within six months of being born. A feat that my parents were proud of.

Or should I say, parent? There's no plural. Izu- or should I say my dad already left for America for work.

So it's just my mum, who was proud of me as she glee in delight that she could almost cry a river. She looked like she could cry a river.

I'm pretty sure that she called or messaged my dad from overseas to tell him how I'm doing.

Speaking of Dad, I actually cannot remember what he looked like. I mean I'm sure he was one of the people that was in the room when I was born, but then immediately left for work.

So, I have 0 clues about what he really looked like. Interpretations can be up to you.

I have also been trying to get my mother to start getting me a learning book with the Japanese alphabet. Though my attempts were less than savory.

Besides the fact I have to learn a new language, I'm also having trouble not saying words in English. It's probably because I lived in an English-speaking country that I automatically start to speak it. I guess old habits die hard. I mean well...it's not really a habit because it's like the main language that everyone speaks.

It's not like me speaking English mattered anyways. My voice box is still developing and the words I'm saying just sound gibberish.

Also, my mother started to cry when I spoke mum to her. This word was said in Japanese of course. I'm more surprised she didn't question how I learned that word considering no one told me that including her. Then she started to say something in Japanese.

"Oh my little Izuku! he said something, he said something!" What did she say? I honestly wish I understood. I could see her tear up and cry a river. (O_O)

Anime Logic.

I don't know how but I managed to get a learning book from her?

Guess she thought I gotta start early? Is that what she said?

Oh well, I guess I'll try learning a new language. This won't be fun. I'm terrible at learning new languages. I'm terrible at learning anything really. Sigh.

5 months!

It took 5 months for me to figure out how to actually speak Japanese! GOD! or weebs would say KAMI-SAMA!

But it finally paid off. I can speak. I can talk. I can understand full sentences!

And a little added bonus I can still speak in English.

Oh and another thing!

I can search up on the internet. WOW, SHOCKER.

No that's not what I meant. They have internet! I mean...well yeah.

Of course, they have internet. This is like the 24th century or something.

This is based on the modern era.

I searched up popular manga's like... you know. Do I really have to say it?

Anyways, there exists no such thing as those mangas! I can literally plagiarise them and no one can do a thing because it doesn't exist.

I definitely plan on making those manga's and making myself rich.

Oh, besides manga, I also checked up on other famous brands, movies, books, anything I remembered, I checked. Well, I don't know what people expected but of course, they don't exist.

Besides some sketchy off-brand companies.

I call them off-brand but they are basically this world's equivalent to Gucci or Louis Vuitton.

Anyways as I was saying, The manga I will make...I plan on doing that later. Currently, I need to find a way to make myself look like I have a quirk.

There is no way I'm going to get bullied for not having a quirk.

The days are getting near. It's making me nervous. Even though my birthday is July 15 and the fact that a year has passed by and I'm now officially one year old. I can't help but feel nervous. I have 3 years left of thinking of something to make my quirk. Now you see why I'm holding off on the get-rich scheme.

Honestly, this feels like the days of a school test are drawing near. Do you know how you get nervous when you're taking a test? Yeah, this is how it feels.

I can feel my stomach get weak.

Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if I start to hyperventilate.

AHH, I really wanted to yell. You know what I think watching some TV should help.

As I walked over to the TV, I noticed a ball of yarn on the sofa.

String huh. It seems my mum is making me a nice shirt.

Wait. An epiphany just popped into my head.

String. Yes. STRING.

OF COURSE.

I can become a certain webhead.

YES. THAT'S IT!

AND NO IT'S NOT GETTING BIT BY A RADIOACTIVE SPIDER.

I'm only copying his moves. Not his abilities.

That's my quirk!

Like how Aizawa uses his bandages.

Or how Best Jeanist uses his jeans to capture people.

I too can also capture people and throw them around.

Or give people brain trauma by launching them into the ground with my string.

It's a genius idea!

OH, you big-brained genius. I LOVE MYSELF.

Or so I thought.

Everything went well up until I started to use the string.

So let's recap.

I took the ball of yarn.

I pulled out a bunch of yarn.

I wrapped my arm until it was covered in yarn.

Then I started to throw it like how he shoots it from his wrist.

There's the problem.

It flops to the ground.

The problem is I can't shoot it without equipment.

To get the equipment, I need to buy it.

But since this type of idea is not something you can just buy from the store or anything, I need it to be personally created.

To make sure it's personally created, I need someone to make it.

Now 2 things can happen here.

I pull a DIY and make homemade string shooters.

OR

I can have someone else do it for me. A professional from a famous support item company or something similar.

Either way. I'm screwed.

Because!

We are barely getting by with the money with having. I'm not saying we are poor.

I mean Canon Deku had his entire room covered in All Might merch.

I'm sure they make above-average income. Well, I think my dad does.

I'm 99% sure that my mum is a housewife.

So the money that supports us is probably from my dad.

Now to be fair. I don't think that the merch Deku has is that expensive. I don't think figurines would cost that much. Posters too and everything else. It's just toys. I don't think they would be that much if Deku who lives in an apartment could afford it.

On the other hand. I'm asking a massively famous support item company to make me 2 pieces of equipment designed for launching string at high speeds.

You may be asking, just ask a small-time support item company. Well for starters:

1. Asking a smaller company would ruin my equipment. They have fewer resources to make it. Well, to be fair it's just gauntlets, they probably can.

2. They probably do have the resources but I still don't trust them.

3. I might as well pay a little more money for a top-quality product than pay for an average product for a lesser price.

4. I just genuinely don't trust small companies. I know. I know. But I don't care. They are untrustworthy to me.

So what do I do? How do I make the money?

Plagiarism.

Yep, we are going to make famous manga's.

But your thinking how are going to remember all of the scenes in all those mangas?!

You didn't get any special brainpower or anything like that.

SIMPLE.

I'm a loser.

I'm a loser Eddie.

We are both losers.

What do I mean by that?

Did I mention I watch too much anime?

Well, to build off that, I also read twice as much manga.

It's more of how Deku fantasies over heroes, I fantasize over manga and anime.

I used to be a boring anime lover. But then I realized that the manga had more chapters and episodes than the anime. So I started to like the manga more.

Then there's also the light novels, but we won't talk about that.

So remembering them won't be an easy feat.

But then again, I'm like the most less privileged out of any reborn OC.

At least they get gods and wishes to grant them quirks and stuff.

Me?

I'm just...Oh, what happened? Boom Popped out into the world already. No Gods, No wishes, No systems, No NADA.

Just pure knowledge from your brain.

I'm suffering the most. God, please kill me. Wait don't I just got here.

Like screw those guys.

Screw Canon too, they said. Hey you get 3 wishes, He gets 3 wishes, EVERYONE GETS 3 WISHES.

Shut up.

So what has happened in the past several months?

Let me tell you.

With the manga, I was making.

So basically I started a couple of chapters and I say a couple, but it's just 3 chapters.

It takes time to draw a chapter. The worst part is that I have to draw the manga myself. I can't rely on others to make it.

I'm planning on having this specific manga to be released every month.

If I did it every week, I will be burnt out.

Also, I planned on making every single manga I know be released together.

I know bad move but, currently, I only have 3 chapters of 1 manga. Ninjas and all that stuff, you know.

I plan on doing the other manga later.

So the actual manga. Did I manage to bring my copied manga to a publishing company?

HAHA, No.

What? Did you think it would be that easy?

R u stupid?

I'm a 1-year-old kid that was born very recently.

Most absurdly, do you think people would accept some random kid who drew this manga?

And even If I did, why the hell would they accept the request to publish my book.

Am I making excuses?

Yes. But! But! But!

My point still stands and is all clearly true.

Yeah, I'm procrastinating.

This is why I'm currently standing in front of Shuensha, an off-brand version of Shueisha.

Well, actually this is Shueisha, it's just renamed.

But they pretty much work exactly the same.

And I walked up with my mother obviously. Do you think people would just leave a 1-year-old kid in the streets?

Maybe Tenko would be abandoned but to be fair, his face was ugly and terrifying to people.

And I'm still a 1-year-old kid.

So there I was standing inside and I already sent my intentions via the internet beforehand. So my mother just had to say a couple of sentences to the receptionist and we were off to meet some guy.

Yeah, I thought so. This man wore a blue button-down polo with a red tie. Also, his black hair which similarly looks a lot like Aoyama's hair and chubby face and body made me want to punch him. He seems very punchable.

Anyways this guy looked at me strangely and then ignored me!

Also, the way he was holding his hands like he was Ikari Gendo. God, I want to punch him.

"So have you brought with you the manga that you wished to be published," He said looking at my mother.

I placed down the pages on the table in front.

He took the pages and started to look carefully.

"I see and you were the person that made this uh-" My mother could see he wanted to know her name. He was literally staring at her.

"Midoriya Inko" She responded to finish his sentence.

"Midoriya-san. You made this?" He asked.

"Ah no, this was made by my son over here" The man lowered the paper down and looked at me in disbelief.

"My son is a true genius, He already started to walk when he was 6 months old and started to talk a couple of months ago!" My mum happily boasted to this poor dude.

"May I ask how old your son is Midoriya-san" He wanted to know what age I'm am considering that she did say I made it.

"He's 1 year old!" She responded instantly.

"I see, ah well then, This seems very good for a 1-year-old to draw. Very detailed ah and such amazing drawing. What?" He really didn't believe that.

"So shall we let's make a contract, I guess" Still unsure if I actually did make the manga.

Honestly, I got pretty lucky to be published by one of the biggest companies for manga. The man wasn't very bright wasn't he? Or was he impressed by my superior photographic memory? Oh well, who cares.

Well, I did draw very well for a 1-year-old. A little too good, it's almost like I stole it from somewhere.

Hmmm. I wonder why?

Moving on.

So the deal. Well, I got it published.

It's released monthly and I got 15% royalties. So I can't complain. I guess he didn't expect the 'practically a baby' to start negotiating on the contract so that likely put him off.

My mother cheered for me once I got back home. But for me? What I need to do is to start creating my string-shooters.

The only reason I published a manga was for extra cash. At least enough to bring me to I-Island.

Why I-Island? Simple.

I-Island is where the scientists all gathered up. Not to mention David Shield, a former sidekick of All Might lives there. I think he lives there?

Also his daughter Melissa Shield. Which is why I'm going to go there.

NO, I'm not there for his daughter.

I'm going because both are geniuses. Father and Daughter Duo. Which is the reason why I'm going there.

What better way to make a support item for yourself than by going to the island where scientists make support items on a daily.

I'm going to try and pressure them. I want to see if I can force them to make me string-shooters without me having to pay. Of course, I have to influence them that they are willingly making me a string shooter without forcing them with a gun or something.

But here's the problem. I-Island is not a place for a baby like me. I mean I can already imagine how annoying it would be to walk around and get constantly pestered by the masses.

I'm 1. People are seriously going to question that.

Also how in the hell am I going to travel to I-Island by myself. I'm still starting out.

Yeah, I have no idea.

Whatever. I guess that's a problem for future me.

Meanwhile, let me see what I can do in the meantime.

I didn't think 2 years would pass by that quickly. It's so scary.

I'm 3.

Every day I'm getting closer and closer to my quirk test.

But there's good news on Operation: Fake Quirk.

I have managed to control my string to be able to latch on and grab someone.

In other word's I have semi-mastered the use of String Arts. The art of string manipulation.

I also managed to make my string move in a way that makes it look like I have a quirk.

It was hard and tiresome and I really wanted to stop at times but I'm proud of myself. This is harder than it looks may I remind you.

It was constant repetition, second after second, minute after minute.

I had to watch myself do the same moves over and over again.

I was losing my mind.

Fun fact. There was a torture where they would put a guy over dripping water and it would start randomly dripping on his head. It caused the person to lose their mind.

Doing this felt... pretty much the same.

I experimented on ideas, figuring out what is best, and eventually, I made a breakthrough.

Aizawa took 6 years to master his scarf fighting.

If it took him that look then It will take me longer or shorter.

I'm just hoping It'll be enough to pass off as a quirk.

Obviously, in the quirk test, it would not work but I know it's not gonna pass the quirk test.

I'm trying to convince people after the quirk test that I have a quirk.

How the hell am I supposed to trick a machine about how I have a quirk?

It's to trick the people after I do my quirk test. Another thing.

What I'm really worried about is the doctor. Apparently, the original doctor which looked at Izuku's quirk was some kid's grandfather or something back in pre-school or kindergarten or something.

That kid spills the beans, I'm gonna have some problems. Both for him and me.

So in order to stop that from happening, I'm going to make sure that we do not take that doctor.

I told my mum to take me to a high-end hospital far away from where we live and take the quirk test there.

My mother looked very confused but after some pressure, she eventually gave in to her son.

And so with that resolved, allow me to explain the money situation.

Yes, it did eventually get popular. The manga. Within the 2 year's I eventually gave in to being burnt out and I hired people to help me.

So I managed to get 15 volumes in 2 years. Also, I got an anime adaptation as well which is starting soon near October which is neat.

With this manga, I got lots of money that I can use. While it pays more than a normal 9 - 5 job, It's not at the level of being rich enough to live your entire life without working. I still have expenses to pay.

I also upgraded. These past 2 years, I have slowly started to transition from needing string-shooters to just needing the string themselves.

The common store-bought string is too thin and breaks easily. This is can be nullified by attaching layers upon layers of the string together but...

I wrap the string around my body. It basically covers me up. The only reason people don't see the string is that I'm wearing clothes underneath.

The problem is that it's tight and harder to move which is why I need to upgrade.

At least when I'm 4 I want to start being able to web- or string swinging around the neighborhood.

I know, I know. 4 years old?! My god.

But I'm not confident with weak strings but newly made strings should be strong enough. I don't really wanna fall to my death. I want to at least die peacefully. I do not want to know how I died. It terrifies me.

An idea came up in my mind. Its thought has been plaguing his mind for a few years now.

I think it's time for me to go I-Island.

Putting it off for about 2 years was because I made excuses about being a literal toddler but the day of my quirk test draws near.

Sigh. It's making me nervous.

I mean I already knew I'm gonna be quirkless so, I don't know why I'm feeling so scared.

No. It's not because of the test. It's because of the voices.

The chatter of being quirkless.

I'm not scared of being quirkless, I'm scared of the bullying.

That's the only reason why I'm doing this.

To make sure they don't bully me.

I sigh while breathing in and out slowly.

I looked at the screen in front of my face. It was already booked.

Private Jett and all that. I'm actually thankful for this advanced age we live in.

I don't even need to hire a pilot to drive. It's on autopilot and has an AI already.

I told my mum what I'm planning to do and she cried...again

You know, I'm really grateful to have a mother like Inko.

Like DAMN. You're letting your own 3-year-old son book a plane trip and just leave the country for a couple of days.

You're okay with that?

Oh. My. God. You're such an amazing and supportive parent.

But some people would probably not think the same way

They'll probably think of calling child support.

Either way, I'm off to the airport.

So after a very annoying walk to my Jet. I finally got on.

Why was it annoying. HAHA let me tell you.

ALL. THOSE. GOD. DAMN. PESTILENCES.

'Oh, are you lost, little boy?'

'Where are your parents?'

'Do you need help?'

See this is why I hate being a toddler.

I know, they are just being nice.

I guess People would find it strange.

Some random toddler walking around in the airport.

I almost missed my flight!

The common excuse that I make is I'm older than a child, I'm just short.

People would buy it and I would walk away annoyed just a little bit more.

Well, I managed to get inside. Taking a seat from one of the empty seats, I sat near a window.

Staring outside as the Jet starts to move.

I take a deep breath.

In.

And.

Out.

I gasp for air and close my eyes.

...

I can't remember when I fell asleep.

Since when was I so tired?

Only the sound of the PA telling me that we are arriving at I-Island made me jolt out of my sleep.

I sleepily rubbed my eyes as I looked at the massive floating artificial island.

This place apparently has the same level of security as Tartarus.

Yeah, it does look like a prison.

I mean, the actual lore of I-Island says that Scientists can't leave due to confidentiality issues, so...yeah.

I-it-it-it is a prison for scientists.

As the jet went down and the door started to open, I walked out with my luggage in hand.

I made my way over to the moving walkway where the metal doors lifted up open and closed once I went inside.

So there I stood inside waiting, and a scanning machine activated and started to scan my body.

A hologram of my information popped out next to me. It had scanned me multiple times before my name and ID were displayed at the end of the door.

Like a normal airport, I had to make my way to various different places before I finally made it to the actual island itself.

Although it would be way faster had not been for my age.

Yeah, security was making a big fuss about that.

Anyways as I stood outside of the airport, I inhaled a deep breath, trying to get that scientific air inside my lungs.

No, it was not scientific air, it was normal air. I'm just describing it like that because this is a scientist island.

I walked down the long flight of stairs where I stopped.

I got my off-brand apple phone out to check where my hotel is but a staff lady walked up to me asking if I was lost.

I should do this when I was older.

Okay so I may be a 3-year-old in body but I'm 15 in mind.

So adding those together I'm technically an adult.

Well, I might as well take advantage.

I showed her my phone and asked where this hotel is. She asked if that's where my parents were.

To which I lyingly told her yes. Who would believe a 3-year-old booked a flight to I-Island on a private jet?

I mean it sounds more plausible than telling them I'm a 15-year-old kid who died, became a baby, and knows this place because it's a manga, anime and light novel from my world.

Yeah, I will probably be put in a mental hospital.

Huh, maybe I meet Rei.

She grabbed my luggage and reached her hand out which I begrudgingly took.

We walked a bit before she showed me the hotel.

I mean there wasn't really much to see.

What did you want me to see?

It's a hotel...

It's big?

So the lady left once I got inside the reception.

I gave the receptionist the details of my booking. She looked at me strangely and I just lied to her and said that I have to wait for my parents in the hotel room.

Yeah, she didn't believe that.

I think it's probably got to do with the fact that someone decided to let their 3-year-old child by himself to go to the hotel.

I still managed to get to my room though.

Dropping the luggage I had, I immediately left afterward only taking my key and a backpack with blueprints that I planned on showing to David and Melissa Shield.

I walked around the place. Trying my hardest not to look at the people staring at me and ignoring those who try to help me.

This is a big place. I have 0 ideas where the hell am I supposed to find David?

Ok, so I have been walking around for quite some time now.

I explored places that had support items been created and showcased.

There's the cafes, the challenge games, basically everything they could offer.

I'm not interested in any of those, actually, the showcase museum with all the neat gadgets was cool.

BUT aside from that, I'm still trying to find a way to meet David Shield.

Did you try going inside the building?

YES, Of course, I did, what did you think their response is?

No.

Duh, they won't let anyone in unless you're authorized.

I sat near one of the benches and pondered my options.

With just my luck, I spot 2 people from the corner of my eye.

Shaking my head to get rid of the thoughts I was thinking. I look at the father and daughter pair.

NANI!? It's them!

No way I'm so lucky!

I quickly got off the bench and started to run towards them.

They rode Segway's and honestly seemed like a 1 up compared to the pogo stick that she had in the movie.

No matter what I did they were simply too fast.

I was a 3-year-old kid who can't run that far.

So I did the next best thing. I made my mind blank.

If I didn't I would have fainted.

I ran until I was gasping for air. I ran until my legs ache.

I ran through the aching pain and started to finally catch up until they reached the place of their lab.

Let me tell you.

It was massive.

Like this is the size of a garage auto repair shop.

For a Lab?

As expected of a Nobel prize winner.

This man was living the dream.

But I didn't even have the time to admire it.

I saw them hop off the Segway's and I ran until I was close enough for them to notice.

"Papa there's a little boy here" I could see Melissa point at me while her head was looking at her dad.

The brown hair man turned around.

"Why is a kid here?" He asked as he ran towards me.

"Da-vi-d Shield?" I asked him with the last of the air I breathe in.

He responded with a yes to which I gave I smile.

"I fin-al-ly fo-u-nd y-ou" I said those last words before I fell to the ground and fainted.

My tiredness has finally overtaken me.

I shook my body up, my eyes awakened and my head scanned the area.

Where am I?

I just was at the lab where I found Melissa and Dave before...

OH NO! I fell asleep?!

Damnit!

Why!

Where did they take me?

The hospital or something?

I looked around again.

No, it's not the hospital.

But it's definitely in an apartment or something

I got off the massive king-size bed where I placed my feet on the floor.

Walking over to the door I try to reach for the doorknob and open the door albeit with some trouble twisting it.

Ultimately I managed to open the door and walk into a living room.

There was a man who sat on the sofa. I looked at the back of his head and he turned around, probably because I opened the door.

He must have heard the door turn because I saw him turn his head and walk over to me.

"I see you're awake!"

"David Shield!" That was all I said.

To which he responded Yes that's me.

"I finally found you," I told him.

"Yes, you said that to me too" He chuckled and responded.

"It seems like you know me?" He asked.

"Your the person who designed All Might's costume! You created gadgets and support items! Your the reason why I'm here!" I shouted my intentions!

"I see. So you wish to be an inventor? A scientist?" He looked at me smilingly.

"No. Actually kind of. What I really want is your help" I said.

"Help?" He looked at me confusingly.

"Yes. You see, here's the thing. I'm quirkless" I told him.

"Quirkless?!" A voice said at the back.

The little girl who sat on the sofa popped her head up fully.

Her head which was just her eyes watching now fully popped up.

"Ah that's my daughter Melissa" David introduced her to me.

"She too is also quirkless" He explained.

"I see" Was all I could tell him.

What should I have told him?

I know?

It doesn't matter anyways.

"So the reason I came here!" I went onto a new subject.

"Ah of course. It seems you wanted my help on a matter. It's my fault for making a child run so far to the point of near exhaustion, so please tell me what you wanted help with" He said.

"I came here because I wanted you to make me string that's indestructible and flexible to use" I said.

"Eh!?" He looked at me in confusion.

So I pulled up my sleeve to show the string wrapped my arms.

"This is store bought string. It's not strong enough to help me as a hero. I want to make this string better and stronger" I explained.

"This string is what helps me fake that I have a quirk" Dave shook his head.

"I see, so you want string strong enough without breaking. Hmm, I can try to do that. Although string?" He asked.

"Yes string. I want lots of string because this string also wraps around my body and arms in case I run out of string" I told him.

"So you came to me." Which I replied a nod.

"Alright then kid, I see if I can make you a support item like how you describe it. Let me visit my lab and see what I can try and make" He opened the front door to the apartment building and left leaving me with 1 Melissa Shield.

Walking towards the sofa as she continued to watch me diligently.

"So you don't have a quirk huh?" She asked.

"Yeah, but I'm making up my weakness with the string" I answered.

"Wow! So cool! I wish I was a hero too." She said.

"You can be a hero!" I encouragingly yelled at her.

She gave a big smile before she dropped it showing disappointment.

"But I can't be hero without a quirk. Which is why I'm going to become a great Hero that saves people with my support items!" She happily responded.

"Yeah! Of course you can! That's just as important as being a hero!" I encouraged her some more.

Wait did Melissa want to be hero since she was young? When did she say that again? Whatever it works in my favour.

Now it was time for the final blow.

"Say, I have a blueprint here that I want someone to make me. Can you do it?" I asked her.

"Blueprint? Can I see?" I gave her a nod and asked where my bag is.

She grabbed the bag on the couch and passed it to me.

I opened it up and gave her the blueprints.

"Whoa what is this?" She looked at the detailed blueprint I made of a iron suit or armour.

"Yeah, is it possible for you to make it for me?" I asked.

"Uhh, no sorry" I internally gave a frown.

I think I also gave a frown externally because she looked at my face and immediately tried to think of an excuse.

"Ahh, but I think if I study hard and I show this to my dad, he can help make it for you!" I gave her a happy smile.

"Then! Does that mean you will be my personal support item supplier when I become a Hero?" I asked.

She looked at me in thought.

"Ahh, Yeah!" She responded to me happily.

Yatta! Let's go! Sowing the seeds of the future.

I got a personal support item maker.

Well we weren't able to chat any longer as David Shield came back into the room.

"Ok, so I managed to get the string you wanted as close to what you wanted as possible. There were still some minor issues" We both looked at him from the sofa.

"Really?! Can I see it!?" I excitedly yelled.

"Alright, Alright, calm down, now both of you, come downstairs with me" We both obliged and headed downstairs to the lab area.

This place was confusing and I was glad I'm being guided because I'm definitely getting lost if I go by myself.

Here in the lab I saw typical scientific stuff, but there was also a mix of inventions and parts, metal, etc.

"So here is your new string. It surprisingly didn't take long" I picked up the ball of string in my hand.

My mouth couldn't close. I didn't know if my face was grinning widely or it was filled with awe.

"It's waterproof, bulletproof, fireproof, stretchable, flexible, well ah it's basically near indestructible. Of course it's weakness is that it's still able to be cut by sharp objects. But the string has been enhanced so a pair of scissors aren't able to cut it unless it was stretched to the absolute limit where it's thin enough." He explained before he realised something.

"Wait a minute! Where are your parents? They must still be looking for you!" He panicked to which I quenched his uneasiness.

"I came here alone! My mum isn't here, she's back at home" I said continuing to admire the new string.

"WHAT?!" He looked dismayed. Both father and daughter had a look of shock.

"How, how is that possible? Your still a child? It shouldn't be-" He looked confused on what to do.

"It's fine, I came on a jet to get here, I'm booked for another week, so I be fine" I told him.

"You came on a jet?" He still couldn't believe me.

"Yeah I booked everything, I came to I-Island to create a new string. This entire trip was booked for the sole purpose of gaining my string. Honestly it was way quicker than I thought it would have taken. You truly are impressive Mr Shield" I gave my remarks.

"H-huh!? t-thanks but I still don't understand" He said.

"What's there to understand. My mind grows quickly, It's not hard to do something like this. Let's not mind the details" I said as I pull out my backpack to reveal more blueprints inside.

"Ah, you have more blueprints?" Melissa asked.

"Yeah, lots of them and I wanted to ask you guys to help me fulfil all my dreams" Hopefully they'll help me create these stolen ideas.

"Well let me show you" I gave an evil grin as I laid out the blueprints onto the table.

And thus marked the start of New beginnings.