ALL MIGHT
SYMBOL OF PEACE
THE WORLD'S GREATEST HERO

AND COMPLETE HACK

WITH ALL MIGHT'S FORMER QUIRKLESSNESS NOW REVEALED

WE CAN USE IT AS LEVERAGE IF HE WOULD TURN AGAINST US

FOR THE MOMENT HE WILL BE CLASSIFIED AS AN ALLY FOR AIDING SUBJECT MIDORIYA AND MAKING THE SUBJECT HIS "HEIR"

FOR NOW MONITOR THEM


Izuku's heart settled after a moment and his breathing became calm once again as he began to formulate a response to the dead person living in his head now. While thinking he realized that Hank was a foreign name and that the voice had an American accent.

Did it take you that long to figure it out? And to think that assclown 'Doctor' said you were smart.

Izuku's eyes widened at Hank's reply. 'You can hear my thoughts?'

No, I used my magic eight ball, Of course, I can hear your fucking thoughts I live in your head now remember?

'O-oh, yeah. So… what now?'

Well, first of all, get your food, it was done two minutes ago, and after that let's go into your room. I don't want your mom to interrupt my advanced teaching methods.

Izuku gulped and quickly grabbed the now steaming katsudon and walked towards his room opening and closing the door and looked around at his room. Embarrassment spreading throughout him as he heard Hank chuckling once again, the sound not as vile sounding as it was before and instead became a source for his embarrassment.

Jebus I knew you were a dweeb but THIS, this right here is pure gold. I mean I understand seeing a guy as your idol for being good or some shit. But having your entire room covered in posters and action figures of the same guy, that's just worship.

'H-hey They're not Action Figure! They're Mint Condition collectibles. And I don't worship All Might I just… Stan him you know?'

Suuuure. Anyways sit your ass down on a chair, while I explain your new powers and shit I want you to scroll through your Computer and tell me all the ongoings on the world.

Izuku raised an eyebrow at Hanks' request, 'Why would you want me to do that?'

Look kid, being trapped in purgatory makes it impossible to keep up with the times, so excuse me for not knowing basic shit alright.

'Uh, s-sorry.' Izuku shrunk in himself a little and turned to other questions he had, the most prevalent one being just how long had Hank been dead? The ghost had no idea what a Quirk was given what he had said earlier. That meant he had to have been dead for over two-hundred years. The thought of his guide being nothing more than a skeleton somewhere in America unnerved Izuku greatly.

Hey, I'll have you know that I was cremated. Or at least I think I was cremated. Anyway doesn't fucking matter let's get on with your training pally.

'Is there a way for you to… to not hear my thoughts all time?'

Nope, and if there is a way I don't care about finding it, whether I like it or not I'm stuck hearing everything you think. So we'll just have to tough it out, kid. Now do you have any other questions or can we get to it?

Izuku gave a small nod and walked towards his computer and sat down, he turned on the machine and did his best to ignore the All Might wallpaper that popped up as the computer turned. He quickly opened up a browser before Hank could see the wallpaper.

You know I saw that right?

'Shut up'

Heh, okay so to start I need you to concentrate on what you can hear around you, trust me the sooner we do this the fewer headaches you'll have later on.

'Uh ok' at Hank's request Izuku began to listen to the sounds around him wondering why the ghost asked him to do so.

What can you hear?

'Just the Computer fan and some cars outside.'

Ok, now I want you to think of your room as a box and your hearing is inside that box, what I want you to do is hear beyond that box. Hear the sounds going on outside it.

'O-ok, I'll try.'

Izuku closed his eyes and focused on hearing what was outside of his room, on hearing beyond the box. But no matter how hard he tried he couldn't pick up any new sounds, he groaned in frustration at his apparent failure.

'I can't do it. What am I doing wrong?'

You're trying, that's the problem, you're not doing. Never go for try, always go for just fuckin do it. If you try to hear outside the box you'll never accomplish it. What you need to do is not to try but to do it.

'That doesn't make any sense.'

Not right now but it will, later on, don't try and hear, just hear that's all it is.

Izuku sighed and closed his eyes once more and focused on hearing outside his room, to hear what's going on around his self contained world. But this time he didn't try as hard as he did earlier, just hearing what was around his room. And he began to pick up a new sound, one that wasn't there before. The sound of wind rustling through trees.

That's it focus.

Izuku picked up another sound, it was coming from below him, it sounded like two people talking… no shouting at each other. The people in the apartment below him were arguing with each other, it sounded like the two were a couple that was accusing each other of cheating on the other one. Izuku grimaced a little at the rather harsh words the two were exchanging.

Izuku heard something above him, the people that loved above him were doing something, maybe it was some kind of a workout if he had to go on the sounds they were making.

Heh, guess you're still too young for that kind of stuff.

Izuku became a little confused at Hank's words, but he shrugged them off and continued to listen around him.

Then he heard the sound of a car pulling up on the apartment lot. He opened his eyes and realized that it was seven pm on the dot. 'How long had I been doing this for?'

Three hours fifty-four minutes and thirty-five seconds to be exact.

Izuku felt a little uncomfortable at how easily Hank had kept the time and the exactness of it.

You're not the first one to be creeped out by it.

Izuku shook his head and went back into the living room to greet his mother. Further training would have to wait until then.

Oh please take your time. It's not like we only have ten months to get you ready for the UA exam.

Izuku paused and facepalmed, how could he forget? He had to work twice as hard as other kids his age to even have a chance to get in.

'Ok so what else do I need to know?'

Well, you remember what happened at your school's cafeteria, how slow everything else felt, and how fast you were. Yeah that my green-haired friend is called Bullet-Time, when Bullet-Time is activated it floods your body with Nexus enhanced adrenaline, slowing down your sense of time and making you as fast as a bullet. And the martial arts shit you showed off was me because we're sharing the same mind now you have access to my kick-ass reflexes.

Izuku's eyes widened. 'Does that mean I know Kung Fu?'

What no, you don't know jack shit about fighting yet, you just got my honed reflexes so you got an edge on other beginners but that doesn't translate to ass-kicking ability. And Kung-Fu is overrated garbage anyways. Alright now what is your goal, why do you want power?

'W-well, I always wanted to be a hero, to always be there for people that need saving and to protect those that aren't able to protect themselves.'

Hmm, that's nice and all but you can't protect everyone kido, no matter how hard you try people are going to die. And besides, how do you even know that all aspiring heroes have the same noble goals you do.

'W-well they're trying to become heroes so-'

Let me stop you right there. A person's goal doesn't matter if they're a shitty human being. Like that Ketchup guy you fought earlier.

'His names Katsuki actually, and-'

I don't care, you know what, search up a hero any hero and I'll give my honest opinion on em.

Izuku thought for a moment before looking up the Hell Flame hero Endeavor

'Ok let's start with the number two Hero Endeavor, while hotheaded, he's saved countless people and has stopped multiple villains and has the highest number of resolved cases of any hero, he a model hero and someone I loo-'

He's a wife-beater.

'W-WHAT!? N-no he's a hero how could he do something like that?!'

Look at the fucking guy and tell me that does not scream 'I beat my wife like a fucking pinata' hell the fucker probably beats his kids too. And from what I can see he doesn't seem to give a shit about the consequences of his action, seriously what kind of psycho torches a building to beat one guy? I mean I'd do that but I'm not exactly a hero now am I.

'W-what?'

That's beside the point, look up someone else.

Izuku quickly searched up another hero, one he had seen recently what came up was the video showing off her debut.

'This is Mt. Lady the giant hero, she-'

Is a massive show off, the fucker she dropped kicked was already getting his ass whooped. And look at the way she flaunts her ass, she craves attention, hell she looks like she came out of one of Deimos's sick hentai's.

Izuku felt a light blush on his face as he realized that My. Lady's costume was rather… compromising in nature. But soon a question was brought to the forefront of his mind.

'Uh, w-who's Deimos?'

Some horny nerd I knew back then. Anyways you got anyone better than this? You know what, on second thought I don't want to see any more heroes I have a question I need answering.

'Uh sure, what is it?'

If you want to protect people from villains and criminals, wouldn't it be more effective to just, I don't know, get rid of the shitstains of society?

'L-like jail?'

No not jail, with how high the crime rates in this place seem to be wouldn't it be better to start offing the fuckers making life miserable for civvies?

'W-WHAT!? N-No that's- I- we don't have the right to make that decision. I'm not a murderer!'

Oh please, nobody would miss these people but you're too much of a pussy to get your hands dirty so god forbid you blow some assholes brains out.

Izuku stood up quickly, knocking over his chair in anger at Hank's words, and began to yell at the voice in his head like some sort of crazy person.

"Listen here! Just because I won't go around playing Judge, Jury, and Executioner just because some demented dead guy told me to! Refusing to kill someone even if they deserve it doesn't mean I'm soft! YOU GOT THAT! For what they've done I'll break their bones, bruise their body, Fuck I'll even cripple them just because I can! But no matter what you say or do I AM NOT SOME MURDERER! Not like you."

The sudden confidence that surged within Izuku began to slowly dissipate as Hank remained silent, no snarky quips or insults came from the voice. Slowly unease crept into the greenette as a deafening silence washed over his room. His stomach began to sink into a pit as he felt a surge of murderous intent from the formerly dead man, so much hate that it suffocated the room with its presence, until suddenly and fortunately it disappeared bathing the room in silence. The silence was then shattered when Hank began to speak his gruff voice taking over the room.

You know what, I forgive you, friend. How can I expect you to have the guts to kill yet, hell it wasn't until I was seventeen did I claim my first kill, and even then I puked my guts out afterward. So I understand the hesitance. However, don't think that you won't escape the consequences of your actions, I'll see you in your dreams tonight friend.

Izuku shuddered at Hanks' words, fear creeping into him at what the sociopath in his head was going to do to him. But in the end he was just glad that Hank didn't bring his mom into this, he couldn't bear to see any harm come to her. He had to protect her from his own problems.

"Izuku I'm home!"

The young boy was broken out of his thoughts when he heard his mother's voice. The voice of the person he loved most. And it was then that he realized how tired he felt, and how much he wanted to hug his mom and not let go. He wanted to tell her, about the bullying, about the ghost haunting his mind, and about All Might, But how could he place that weight on her?

Izuku dreaded what waited for him in his dream, what the sociopath living in his head was going to do to him and it's not like he could just tell his mom about it. 'Hey, Mom just wanted to let you know a murderous ghost that's been dead for over two-hundred is living in my head' there was no way in hell that she would believe him, and on the off chance, he didn't know how she'd react. Either way, he couldn't bear putting his problems on her, she didn't deserve that.


Izuku calmed himself as best he could, 'Inhale, exhale, and count to ten. Everything is going to work out in the end.'

With that Izuku closed his eyes and drifted off into the dreary void that was his mind.

Izuku opened his eyes and quickly realized that he wasn't in his room but instead in a large gray room with no decoration to speak of. It felt like he was in a recently abandoned warehouse. When he looked over himself he realized that he was wearing some kind of grey sweatsuit and equally gray shoes.

"Took you long enough pal."

Izuku jumped at the voice and quickly spun around coming face to face with his new mentor. Hank J Wimbleton.

Needless to say, Izuku's face went pale upon looking at the man and just how big he was, easily taller than All Might, and while not as bulky as the Number one hero, Hank looked like he was strong enough to rip a man in half with ease.

The man looked like some kind of modern-day ninja, with a black high tech-looking ski-mask with what looked like a built-in respirator and a pure black tactical outfit, something you'd see in some Spec-Ops game. The thing that drew Izuku's attention the most, however, were the two red vortexes where eyes were supposed to be.

'Just like me…'

Another similarity he noticed was Hank's right arm, like his own it was covered in chitinous plates and had spikes and barbs running all over the limb; it differed from his own in the fact that the arm was bright red. Compared to the man himself the red arm was kinda… goofy looking.

"Tch and to think I was going to go easy on you"

"W-wait! I-I'm s-s-sorry! I-"

"Can it kid, you're gonna have to grow a backbone if you wanna be a hero so we're gonna have to work on your social stat."

Izuku's fear was slowly replaced by confusion.

"Don't you mean my social skills?"

"No. Anyways since you want to become a tight wearing jack-ass we're going to work on your combat skills, specifically your hand-to-hand."

Izuku furrowed his eyebrows at Hank's words, 'why does he hate heroes?'

"If you dislike hero's so much then why are you helping me become one?"

"I'm not, see I'm doing this as insurance that you'll live longer, if you bite the dust then I go back to being stuck in non-existence while you go to the pearly gates. And personally, I don't really want to go back to that.

"Oh, so you're only training me for purely selfish reasons then?"

"Stupid question since you already had my answer. Now before you say something stupid let's start with your training, the… beginner course if you will, now assume a fighting stance."

Izuku blinked at the sudden command and before he could raise his hands he felt something knee-shaped crash into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him and sending him flying across the room in a coughing and sputtering mess. Cradling his hurt stomach.

"Th-*cough, cough* that's not fair!"

Hank stared at the boy and sighed heavily.

"There is no such thing as a fair fight kid, no such thing as warrior's honor, you either win or you lose, and to maximize your chance of winning you make the other guy play by your rules. Make them regret the day they decided to fight you. Do you think a villain is gonna give you a breather when they're kicking your ass? Do you think heroes fight fairly when going against some murderous psycho?

"Y-yes?"

Pain flashed over Izuku as Hank stomped down on his left hand, grinding his heel into the boy's hand for a few moments before stepping off allowing the greenette to cradle his hand.

"Wrong answer pal, Now get the fuck back up."

Izuku slowly got back up, the pain in his stomach and hand making it almost impossible to stand. Before he even got back up to his feet he felt Hank's fist crash into his face sending him crashing into the floor once more.

"By the way, your opponents won't sit on their asses looking pretty while you take your sweet time getting up. So you gotta get up quick and beat the ever-loving shit out of your opponent, and another thing fight effectively; when your opponent goes down, make sure they stay down, like this.

As to punctuate his point Hank kicked Izuku's side, and he did it hard enough to launch the boy a good distance away.

Izuku could barely breathe and he felt like throwing up, pain-racked his body and it was impossible for him to move. He wanted this to be over already.

"Already pooped? Well too bad, get up."

Through whimpers and groans of pain, Izuku managed to squeak out some semblance of a reply for his trainer.

"... H-hurts…"

"Awww does the whittle baby have a boo-boo, though fucking luck pal, now get the fuck back up cause if you don't get up I'll just keep on kicking ya until I've broken every bone in your body. And tell you what if you do get up, I'll go easier on you."

As much as his body protested Izuku forced himself to get up, he pushed himself up using all the strength he had and jumped a good distance away from Hank to think up a plan.

Unfortunately for the boy Hank acted first and had already lept towards the boy at mind-numbingly high speeds. The man was so fast that he was practically a blur. Izuku had to do something and do it quickly, with as much force as he could muster he flipped over the assassin.

Or he would have if Izuku hadn't felt something clamp down on his ankle. Izuku's eyes widened at the pressure he felt around his ankle.

"Wha-"

Izuku was slammed into the floor hard enough for the boy to bounce off it and for cracks to form around where he was slammed down on.

Izuku didn't have time to rest and quickly put the pain out of his mind and rolled away from the heel of a boot that came crashing down where his head used to be. The concrete cracking further under the force of the kick.

Izuku looked at the still form of Hank and Hank looked back at him, what the deranged man was thinking Izuku didn't know nor did he want to. Instead, he began to formulate a plan of attack, so far Hank had shown no noticeable weaknesses, Izuku then noticed the large number of concrete fragments littered throughout the room and then looked at Hank's unprotected eyes.

'That could work.'

Izuku grabbed a handful of concrete shards and sprinted at the now charging Hank. Just as the two neared each other Izuku threw the shards at Hank's face causing the assassin to throw a wild hook at the boy.

Izuku raised his armored arm to block the punch, Izuku almost faltered at the force of the punch, the armor plates straining under Hank's monstrous strength. Izuku ignored the pain and aimed a punch at Hank's face.

Izuku almost tripped as he overextended himself and hit nothing, confusion spread throughout him as he looked around for Hank, 'He was just in front of me. Where did he go?'

His answer came when he felt something sweep his legs from underneath him, sending him falling to the ground once more.

"Not bad kid, you almost got me, you just needed to be a little faster. Now get up"

Izuku looked up and saw Hank standing over him, his arms crossed. Izuku needed no further command and got up as fast as he could despite the pain.

"How did you do that? Did you teleport?"

"Nope, you just hit my after image. Now that I have a better understanding of your skill level I say it's time we start your actual training. You ready?"

Izuku, despite the pain, looked up at Hank determination spreading throughout his body.

"Yes sensei! I'm ready to begin my training!"

"Hah, you sure are something kid."


Izuku pulled slightly on the collar of the jumpsuit he had got this morning, it wasn't tight, truth be told he was just nervous. Nervous about what his mom really thought about his Hero training given how worried she looked when he told her. Another part of him was bitter, not at his mom no he could never be angry at her, what was making him bitter was what happened at his school today.

Although he was grateful that the school day was finally over, he was even more grateful that Ka-... Bakugou had elected to ignore him for the entire day, he just wished that the rest of his classmates would leave him alone. Normally his classmates would either sneer at him and hurl insults his way while others would pretend that he didn't even exist. That changed, instead, people started giving him compliments, saying how cool he was, wanting to hang out with him, heck some girls even started to flirt with him.

And he hated every single bit of it, he hated how disingenuous his classmates were, how fake their newfound affection for him was. They didn't care about his dreams or his personality, no they only cared about his cool new quirk and he loathed it. He hated how people

Hey, keep your cool kid, you should give a rat's ass about what those hive-minded ass kissers think.

Izuku sighed, Hank's right, he should focus more on getting to the street where he's supposed to meet All Might and begin his training, well his training under All Might at least. And thinking back Izuku is still surprised at the lack of pain he felt when he woke up given how brutally Hank had beaten him, more surprising was how Izuku felt stronger and far faster than yesterday. And all the combat techniques Hank had taught him were still fresh in his mind and came to him as easily as breathing did, it's as if he had been learning to fight his entire life.

What can I tell you kid, My Advanced Teaching technique can't be beaten. Now, all we have to do is set you up on a diet.

Izuku rested his chin in his hand while keeping a steady pace, 'Maybe All Might's already made one for me. Speaking of the Hero, Izuku could hear the man up ahead, he heard him talking to someone but he couldn't hear anyone else other than All Might. He couldn't hear what All Might was saying but he knew he was talking. 'Is he on the phone with someone?'

As Izuku turned the corner he saw All Might Pacing about in his non-muscular form talking into a phone. All Might turned towards him almost immediately and Izuku froze slightly before shaking his head and began walking towards the hero. All Might, in turn, hung up his call whispering something to the person on the other end, and Transformed into his Heroic Form.

"Young Midoriya, glad you were able to make it in time, follow me."

Izuku did as All Might asked him too and followed the Number One Hero, it didn't take them long to get to their destination which was … a dump, why did All Might take him to a dump?

"Why did you take me to a dump?"

All Might looked at him and sighed.

"It's a shame really, this place wasn't always a dump; it was once Takoba Municipal Beach and it was truly a sight to behold. However, the current of the waves brought piles of trash from the ocean and it soon became a hotspot for illegal dumping and became what you see before you now. And for the why of it, I want you to clean this place up."

Izuku looked at All Might confusion written all over his face.

"Why?"

"So that you could bulk up my boy. Whilst you already have some musculature it's all artificial, a product of your quirk and because of that you are not a fit to inherit my power."

"What!? But didn't you say I was worthy of your power yesterday?"

"Yes you are worthy, but your body isn't yet ready to handle the strain One For All has on the body if I were to give you my quirk straight away your body would burst apart like a balloon."

"WHAAAAA!? Why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

"Because I'd knew you would react that way, so in order to prepare your body for One for All you will clean every inch of this beach. And let this be your first lesson as well, being a hero is far more than beating up villains and looking; being a hero is first and foremost being a servant to your community and to the people in that community."

Izuku looked at All Might in sheer awe, a sort of glee spread throughout his person at hearing the words of his idol.

I hate to disrupt your ass-kissing session but I've got a couple of other things I need to teach ya

Izuku blinked and pondered for a bit just what Hank wanted to teach him, it was probably important so he looked back at All Might.

"Um, I-I, well would it be okay If I practiced some abilities of my quirk. I-If that's ok with you."

"HA HA HA, Of course my boy! One should always learn about their own power before they take on another, and I am rather curious as to what your Quirk can do."

Izuku said a quick thank you and walked closer towards the dump, his face paling slightly at just how much garbage there was but he calmed himself down.

'So what do you need me to do?'

See the pile off to your right, the really big one point your arm at it, the mutated one, and keep your body in line with your arm with your feet apart and keep your legs straight.

Izuku did as Hank instructed pointing focusing on the pile of trash in front of him and he felt… something buzzing within him wanting to be released.

Good now bring you back foot forward and square your shoulders, once you've done that bring your arm back like your about to punch someone and after that I want you to focus what your feeling right now into your arm.

The movements were simple enough and Izuku did them easily, however, the buzzing feeling in him earlier had now multiplied tenfold and he focused as much of that feeling into his right arm as Hank wanted him to. He felt sparks of green-colored lighting gathering all over his arm, sending waves of pain rolling all over the limb but he ignored the burning sensation and he punched the air in front of him.

The energy gathering in his arm was launched at violent speeds towards the garbage mound exploding on contact atomizing most of the garbage and causing the rest to catch on fire.

Huh… not like mine at all.

Izuku ignored Hanks musing and gasped for air as sweat began to cover his body causing rest his hands on his knees in an attempt to catch his breath, completely oblivious to the shocked expression All Might had on his face.

"Oh my, Oh my… Oh My Goodness! An Impressive display of power my boy, I'd hate to be on the receiving end of the blast."

Izuku looked up at All Might a sense of satisfaction spreading throughout his being.

"However…"

Izuku felt his heart stop for a moment

"You need to learn how to control the output of your quirk, a blast of that size could kill someone if you're not careful."

Izuku gulped and shuddered at the image that suddenly played in his head, the blood surrounding him… he didn't want that.

"I-I'm sorry All might, I-"

"Nonsense my boy you have nothing to apologize about, you're still learning about your quirk so I'd say you have a pass, for the rest of the ten months we'll work on increasing your control as well as preparing you for One for All."

"A-alright sensei, I'm ready to begin my training!"

"Ha Ha Ha, of course, my boy we've wasted enough time as is, let us begin!"


Izuku plopped down on his bed, sore all over from the intense workout All Might put him through. But despite the pain, he could only feel joy, joy at finally being able to achieve his long-time dream of becoming a hero. And he had both All Might and Hank to thank for guiding him.

While I appreciate the thanks, get some shut-eye kid we have a hell of a lot more ground to cover with your training.

'R-right.'

Izuku began to close his eyes and slowly he was being taken by a certain warmth that he was becoming to associate with entering his mind.

"HELP!"

Izuku shot up from his bed wide-eyed, was his mind playing tricks on him? No, no that scream was real, he could hear a woman screaming out in fear and a group of people chuckled, behind that he heard someone groaning in pain alongside the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

The scream was exactly ten blocks away northeast of his apartment, how he knew that he didn't know. What he did know was that he had to do something.

You know what, yea this could be interesting. But first, dress up, you could get arrested for vigilante bullshit.

Izuku wasted no time as he quickly put on a pair of black jeans and a black hoodie. He shoved his tea shades onto his face and pulled the hood over his head so as to better conceal his face. He put on his red shoes as quickly as he could but he decided to leave them untied when he heard another scream, this time far muter than the one before.

He opened his window and looked at the building opposite him. It was just as tall as the Apartment complex he lived in, he took a deep breath and leapt. The distance separating the two buildings was quite large, but it made no difference to the makeshift ninja who cleared the distance rather easily, he grabbed onto the railing of the fire escape and pulled himself up, and began to climb the rest of the building with frightening speed and efficiency.

Once he reached the top of the building Izuku wasted no time running towards where he last heard the scream jumping over the gaps separating buildings with ease and running so fast that he was able to reach the building above his destination, above the crime that was taking place in front of him.

Disgust and anger began to fill him as he saw six men formed in a group surrounding a woman holding her in place, she looked to be only a few years older than himself, ripping off pieces of her clothes whilst she struggled against them. 'Their going to rape her.' His eyes widened at the revelation. He looked around the alley some more and saw two other men kicking at the still form of somebody, they weren't moving which meant that they were either dead or unconscious, Izuku hoped that it was the latter.

Izuku took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. 'Just think of this as a sparring event. Yeah… just sparring.'

Izuku jumped down into the alleyway below, bending his knees slightly at the sudden impact of the ground alerting all of the things as well as the woman.

While startled by Izuku's sudden appearance at first the thugs grew cocky at the sight of their opponent, slowly the thugs encircled Izuku, leaving no place for him to escape. The biggest thug, probably the leader of the group standing at 198 centimeters, the man looked rather intimidating with a large scar running across his face and his bald head covered in tattoos.

"Well looky here boys, we got's ourselves a 'hero'! Hahaha"

As the man laughed the rest of his cronies laughed alongside him, mocking the seemingly calm boy. His unflinchingness caused the lead thug to glare at the boy for a moment, but he quickly replaced it with a grin.

"Well 'hero' why don't we show you what happens to trouble mak-"

The ruffian was halted when Izuku shot forward faster than any of the hugs could track and slammed a right uppercut into the leader's jaw. Izuku punched with enough force to split open the man's chin as well as crack the criminals' jaw in half and showering the surrounding area and everyone in it with thugs cracked teeth.

Before any of the things could react Izuku jabbed his left first into a nearby thug's nose breaking it entirely with the force of the blow as well as knocking the man out instantly. Just as quickly Izuku's right leg kicked into another thug's knee snapping the joint like a rotten matchstick causing the thug to crash into the ground while howling in pain.

One of the thugs managed to knock himself out of his stupor and charged the boy throwing a wild haymaker at the vigilante's head. Izuku easily blocked the haymaker and kneed the thug in the groin.

*POP*

Hard enough that an audible pop reverberated throughout the alley, and Izuku swore that he could see the man's soul leave his body, he thought that he may have gone a bit too far with that one but he ignored that and focused on the next thug.

He turned towards the other four criminals, his eyes glowing far brighter than normal. The light emanating from his glasses began to bathe the alley with blood-red light. The thugs stared at the boy in complete fear, in fact, one of them looked like they were going to piss themselves.

Just as Izuku was going to charge them. "Fuck this." One of them said as he began to sprint away from the boy with the rest following soon after. Izuku could have easily caught up to them, he knew he could but he decided that they were no threat.

He turned to see the woman checking on the person the other two things were beating. He saw that it was a man that looked very similar to the woman. 'Twins?' he shook his head and lept onto a nearby fire escape and began to scale the rest of the building so fast that one would have thought that the hero in training had scaled buildings all his life.

The journey back home took just as much time as getting to the crime did. By the time Izuku had gotten back, he hadn't even sweated an ounce. Hell, he felt like he could go back out for another outing.

I know you've got your blood pumping and your riding high right now. But you still have to get some proper gear and not some random clothes you threw on last minute, And what if you meet someone hero out on patrol, you'd be fucked?

Izuku nodded at Hanks' words, the voice was right and he had to prepare for next time. And right now the best way to prepare was to meet with Hank and his dreams, so he kicked off his shoes and laid down on his bed. And he went back, back to the warehouse where he began his second round of training.


ALL MIGHT STATS

F=HORRIBLE D=ABOVE HORRIBLE C=DECENT B=GREAT A=AMAZING S=HEROIC

STRENGTH: S

AGILITY: S

SPEED: S

ENDURANCE: S

INTELLECT: A

TACTICAL: S

AWARENESS: A

SOCIAL: A


Dang, looks like Izuku is picking fights now. They grow up so fast, don't they?

ManwithaPlan113: Perhaps they do? We'll figure that out next chapter

WonderWaffleD2: It is a little wonky but it's all there for a good reason, and I have some plans for Jebus later on.

SolSprada369: He'll start off as a hero, that's all he's ever wanted to be after all. But the future is a very murky thing, who knows if he'll stay a hero. And don't worry he won't be a giant cuck, Hank will see to that.

Aight, it's been fun but I'll cya guys next time.