A fourteen year old Katsumi Bakugou ducked underneath the wooden boken slicing through the air. She turned her twisting motion used to dodge into a spinning roundhouse kick fully utilizing her quirk to propel her faster than should be possible from such an awkward angle. Izuku leaned back just enough for the soles of Katsumi's shoes to almost touch the tip of his nose. Izuku's lean turned into a flip, his hands pushing off the ground propelled him backwards away from Katsumi.
Katsumi narrowed her eyes and growled. It seemed she had gotten nowhere close today either. She just couldn't understand the boy in front of her even after all these years. The talent, the quirk, and the genius she had should have made her the undisputed number one but the quirkless boy in front of her challenged all those assumptions. When she first got her quirk all those years ago she was showered with praise and attention. Everyone in her school should be stepping stones on her path to number one. Extras in her life.
Izuku proved that even in the quirk dominated world that they now lived in, that quirks weren't everything. Despite his status as quirkless he got better grades than her, was physically superior, had better instincts than her. Hell, the dojo they were training in was owned by Izuku and wasn't that a surprise. Intellectually she understood that he was loaded after the old hag had told her a few years ago but as if seeing him casually ask his old man buy an old dojo and have it renovated on a whim only for the man to respond asking if Izuku wanted the whole street was something else. If this were a quirkless world she was sure Izuku would be the main character.
Izuku swiftly launched a swing to her side. Katsumi swiftly punched directly at the boken with her left hand, lighting her accumulated sweat into an explosion that completely destroyed the wooden sword in the way of her fist. Overjoyed she lashed out with her right hand hoping to finally land a solid hit only to realize a second to late that she had overextended the punch. Izuku took complete advantage of the overreach and threw Katsumi onto the ground utilizing a Judo technique he had long since mastered.
Now on the ground Katsumi looked up as she was straddled by Izuku holding her arms down. She looked directly into his face that was as always near expressionless. Looking at him he was quite handsome. His looks could be attributed to his father with both his eyes and face looking almost exactly like him. Not to say that his mother's features didn't help as his exotic green hair was silky smooth with his nose looking similar to that of his mother rounding out his looks as less of a predator that his father was and more of an archetypal bad boy. He may have been near expressionless but she could see a glint in his eyes that he held when he was with those he respected and/or cared about. It reminded her of herself. She didn't doubt for a second he held the same opinion of her classmates as she did. Only instead of her belief in superiority it was instead a complete disinterest. Rather she didn't think he would care at all if the entire school died.
"You're distracted." Izuku simply stated, staring at her face with complete focus.
"Yeah, so are you." She snapped back with a grin starting to emerge on her face. He always tended to get embarrassed whenever they got into a grappling match. She was never able to figure out why but she would take any wins she could get at this point.
Izuku broke out into a blush and turned his head away from and got off of Katsumi before saying, "Yeah, you're right I suppose. Let's just end for today."
Still caught up in his little world he didn't notice when Katsumi grabbed his arm and started pulling him toward another room filled with electronics. Once there Katsumi pushed him onto the couch, threw a controller to him, and started up the console to select a game.
"We aren't done today yet. Not until we fight in All Might Smash Tourney XII." She stated as her grin grew maniacal.
Realizing he had failed to retreat in time, a defeated look crossed Izuku's face. "Can't we play a strategy game instead you might like losing but I don't."
"No way Deku. Using this game I'll show you whose number one. You'll bow down to me and ask me for advice before the day is over." Katsumi replied with a cheshire grin adorning her face.
The only reply Izuku gave was a defeated sigh before picking his character.
Izuku had amazing talent and determination when it came to physical activities and leadership. He was often able to figure out his opponent's next move. Truly he was a born fighter in more ways than one. Katsumi could say the same about herself except while she tended to lack in social capabilities things that she could directly do were her specialty. In this instance Izuku was rather good at the game they were currently playing thanks to his high reaction times. Right now Izuku was playing the current fighting game at a pro level albeit a low level pro. The only problem with that was Katsumi had the same level of reaction times and was simply better at the game.
Katsumi had realized after being told by the old hag all those years ago that she wasn't going to win against Izuku by playing to his strengths. So she preyed on his weaknesses. Well not so much his weaknesses as much as his talents were rather singularly focused whereas Katsumi was talented in all the fields she had tried so far. She often wondered what it would be like if their talents were switched. Albeit she would only be able to effectively use his physical excellence due to her hatred of social interaction with people she frankly didn't care for. Certainly it would be for the best since she was gonna be a hero but then she wouldn't have talent for nearly anything else. Besides, had Izuku never beaten her when they were kids then she would have no rival to prove herself against.
Having said all that, Izuku was always extremely lucky so much so that she had never seen him lose a game of chance and that luck got her in a combo that brought her health dangerously low. Unacceptable. She picked herself off the couch and plopped herself down on his lap.
"What are you doing Kacchan?" Izuku asked in the same steady tone he always used when he talked but Katsumi knew that he was flustered because he started playing like he was one armed. She thought it was kinda stupid that he would get so flustered just from her sitting in his lap but an advantage was an advantage. She supposed the old hag had to be right sometimes.
"Nothing." She quickly replied.
"Jeez, you're gonna give me a heart attack one of these days." Izuku said under his breath as he proceeded to lose the match handily.
Izuku just knew that his mom and Mitsuki-oba were the ones who gave Kacchan these crazy ideas. He couldn't say he hated it when Kacchan spent more time with him than the usual daily challenges. It was like they had rekindled their old friendship from before Kacchan had awakened her quirk only a lot more competitive. Videogames quickly became Kacchan's goto challenge mostly because I had memorized the optimal strategy for most board games.
I'm not sure how or why it happened but one day Kacchan suddenly changed her daily challenges from mostly physical activities like I bet I can run faster than you or do more pushups than you to fight me in the new All Might game. It wasn't just that either she completely abandoned all of the sycophants that surrounded her and spent most of her time in and out of school with me. It seems like we train, study and play videogames everyday together.
Now I know that sounds like she's in love with me but it was definitely not that. She barely even reacts whenever she pulls something. Mom and Mitsuki-Oba probably told her how to beat me and she took it at face value not understanding the reason why it flustered me. Well not so much an inability to understand as a refusal to look at her provocations as such. The general desire to defeat me combined with my lack of experience in either of my lives left me rather vulnerable to such attacks. While this was all fine and dandy when we were ten, puberty hit me like a truck. Lately it had been getting harder and harder to not get flustered by Katsumi. I mean give me a break I wasn't even that much older than I am now when I died so it's not like I have the I'm too old to get flustered card.
The game was finishing up with my crushing defeat with Kacchan raising her arms giving a whoop. Kacchan and I put down our controllers as we finished up. She bent her neck to look directly up at me from my lap.
"Get destroyed nerd. Queen Explosion Murder reigns supreme and don't you forget it." She said with an all too smug grin.
"Yeah, yeah I get it. You've destroyed me enough times today that I don't think my pride will recover." I responded looking up at the ceiling away from the far too cute sight below me.
"Heh, so long as you understand." She allowed with a small nod jumping off of me.
"Just give me a minute to gather my things and we can go back home." I asked for patience of the blonde bomber. Thankfully she was in a good mood so she allowed the implicit command.
It didn't take me all that long most of my things were already in my training bag. We began the walk back to our houses which happened to be right next to each other. Eventually we split off as we had reached our houses.
"See ya tomorrow Kacchan." I spoke briskly, giving a small wave as I walked onto my front yard.
"If I don't see ya tomorrow than something is definitely wrong. Deku." She replied rapidly before speeding off into her house.
Always running off while giving a goodbye. To be honest I quite like that quirk of hers. The corners of my lips raised a bit.
I entered the house and going by the living room I found my father sitting on the couch with my mother watching some soap opera.
"Dad, you're home?" I asked.
My father whispered something to my mother. After her response she started to shoo him away with a wave of her hands.
"Izuku, I've been waiting for you to come home. Come with me, I want to take you somewhere." My father said evenly before we started walking to the street where the chauffeur was waiting as though he had been there for a while despite the fact that he wasn't there a minute ago.
"I was with Kacchan at the dojo like I do almost everyday after school. My phone was also on, was there a problem?" I asked.
"Oh no nothing so serious. I wouldn't want to interrupt your time with Katsumi after all. Besides, I needed an excuse to spend some time with your mother. Heaven knows we don't get enough time together as it is." The black haired CEO clarified.
We got into the car together. The car started on its way once we were buckled in.
"So are you going to tell me what's going on or am I going to remain in the dark?" I asked.
"Well you have proved your dedication to becoming a hero and have successfully completed your pseudo quirk training so I want to give you a gift." The man told me with a blank face portraying no emotion.
"What's the catch?" I followed up. There was no way he had accepted me becoming a hero. Everytime we had met he was always trying to convince me to forget being a hero and just be his heir instead. I was sure this was no different.
"Well, it just so happens that there is one aspect of the clan I have yet to bring to your attention. My gift will also be an introduction into a whole new world." My father explained.
"I see." Was my slow response. A whole new world? That isn't ominous at all.
Soon silence reigned within the car until the car finally came to a stop with the chauffeur Ishi beginning, "Alright thats it. You need anything else, boss?"
"No Ishi, that will be it." Came my father's reply.
We had stopped at a rather standard traditional Shinto shrine with steps leading up to the Torii gate which then led to the building. My father started walking and I followed him. Were we here to receive a blessing? Religion was treated far more seriously in this world compared to mine but my father and mother were neither particularly religious. Sure we observed all of the Shinto holidays and went to the shrine occasionally but we were rather irreligious compared to our neighbors.
As we continued to walk we finally were met with a miko with chestnut brown hair and eyes at the front of the building whom my father gave a quick nod to. She nodded back and then turned around and went into the building. My father and I followed suit. The shrine itself was rather large in size. The largest in the prefecture if I recall correctly. Which made it rather suspicious how few visitors there were when we got here. Nevertheless we followed the shrine maiden through the building's twists and turns. Several of the sliding screen doors were left open. Some were empty save some smaller individual shrines made to venerate this or that god. A few had monks and mikos in them doing meditations or were writing talismans using ink and brush. A pair of monks even passed us bowing their heads as soon as they saw us.
Soon we reached a closed sliding screen door that we stopped at.
The brunette miko turned to us bowing her head slightly and began, "I apologize Lord Midoriya but I must ask that you wear the charm before entering."
In her hands were two paper talismans that seemed to be written in old Japanese. I could barely make out what looked like the precursor to the modern Kanji for truth. Odd but not completely out of the range of possibilities. My father put the talisman in his coat. I followed suit and put it in my pants pocket.
"Thank you, you may enter now." The girl informed as she raised her head and slid open the door and went inside.
As we went inside several things came into view. First at the far end of the room in the middle was a katana in its sheath on top of a stand. Secondly there were plenty of older monks and mikos along with several people dressed in business suits on either side of the middle of the room sitting seiza. Finally they seemed to have been talking a second ago until they noticed our little group. How I didn't hear them until I entered the room proper eluded me seeing as how the sliding screen doors were paper thin.
It remained quiet until an older man with graying red hair in a Yukata began, "So this is the boy you want to give the Tsumukari Muramasa to." He looked over me with an appraising eye. "I do not approve he is too young."
"Noted but your objections matter little seeing as the Seishuuin, the Sayanomiya, and the Renjou have already agreed to my plan so your thoughts on the matter are irrelevant Kuhoutsuka-san." My father stated factually.
"Bah, they know nothing. Are they the ones who have guarded this blasted sword for generations? I think not. Only we know how truly dangerous it is." The Kuhoutsuka scowled. "Besides, even if the sword were fit for human use I certainly wouldn't give it to a boy."
"No I don't suppose you would but I am not you." My father replied with a straight face.
"No, no you are not but if you will not listen to me then perhaps you will at least listen to the gods." The red haired man said as he lifted his hand pointing to the chestnut haired miko who had led us here. "Mariya Kaede has uncontestedly the best Spirit Vision of any Hime-Miko alive within the committee said to be as strong or even stronger than Mariya Yuri."
"I see so you want to perform a divination now to see what the outcome of Izuku using the sword will be. Very well you may try one." My father allowed.
"Divination? Spirit Vision?" I asked.
"Yes. That girl Mariya Kaede was born with a particularly strong connection with the divine granting her particularly strong Spirit Vision or the ability to peer into the Netherworld to obtain knowledge from the Memories of the Void. Said knowledge grants her the ability to accurately predict possible futures."
Okay.
"Magic?" I asked.
"Yep." My father replied.
"Oh. Huh. So why now?" I asked once again.
"Because you were born without the talent for magic so I pushed off teaching you about this side of the Clan until you were ready." My father concisely explained.
"I am now ready to perform the divination. Please give me a moment to focus." Mariya instructed. She was a meter away from me looking directly into my eyes. Suddenly she started glowing with ethereal light surrounding her with her eyes gaining a glazed over look.
Then she spoke, "Blood and steel cover an endless road of corpses. None dare oppose him for he wields all of the evils of the world. Both curses and exaltation follow for none can deny he is a devil yet none can deny he is a lord. The weight of the world shall fall upon his back yet blood and steel shall hold him up. For he is both blessed and cursed to be the cornerstone at which sanity will die by the hands of fate."
Yea that's not ominous at all. The aura around her seemed to disappear and she fell back only to be caught by a Miko behind her.
"You know that makes me sound like some kind of monster. What the hell are you trying to give me?" I asked my father with slight concern.
My father seemed quite happy all things concerned put a hand on my shoulder and responded, "The Tsumukari Muramasa is considered Muramasa's greatest creation and has sealed within it a god of evil."
"Wait, wait, wait. You want to give me." I pointed to myself. "A sword with an evil god in it."
"Yes it has been sealed within this sheath for the past few hundred years with no wielder since anyone without a strong enough will tend to be overtaken by all of the evils within the sword." My father calmly explained.
I gave him a long flat look. "You realize I want to be a hero right?" I asked rhetorically.
"That will be no problem. From the records we have the previous wielders were able to change the sharpness of the sword with but a thought. From one instant a completely dull instrument and then in the very next into one of the sharpest objects on the planet. Sharp enough to even kill a god. Besides you've completed pseudo quirk training next to that this should be nothing." My father ended, knowing that he had already convinced me.
"Ok I guess I have no choice but to accept your gracious gift." I said in a faux tone.
"Good, then all you need to do is pick up the sword and if you can unsheathe without trying to kill everyone present you can keep it." My father told me calmly before taking his hand off my shoulder and backing off. Thanks for the vote of confidence Dad.
It seemed that we had walked right next to the sword while we were talking. Now that I was right next to it I could feel the cold that seemed to emanate from it. It was almost like my mind was telling me that I shouldn't be looking at it. Yet at the same time it was pulling me toward it. It was like a horror that I just couldn't look away from. Drawing all of my attention I heard some voices behind something about still not agreeing but I didn't understand. Rather I couldn't, every fiber of my being was focused on the sword.
Then I placed my hand atop the hilt and everything hit me.
KILL
Then another hand atop the sheath.
KILL KILL KILL
Then I picked up the sword fully and slowly slid the sheath off the blade until only air was touching the blade's surface and a black-red miasma seemed to seep out of the blade and started filling my surroundings.
KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL
The thought was all consuming invading every part of my body.
Huh.
To be honest I don't feel very compelled. I mean sure it is kinda annoying. Scratch that, if I have to deal with this much longer I'll get a headache. Now how does this thing work? Let's see.
KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KI-
NO
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There we go much better. I put the blade back into its sheath and the miasma retracted into the blade. Turning around all I could see were the stunned faces of all the monks and mikos along with father baring his trademark smug grin.
"Was that it or is there something else?" I asked a bit nervous considering how some of the monks and mikos had their eyes closed and looked like they had just made peace with the fact that they were going to die.
"N-no, that was it, you've done it. By the gods we're not going to die." The Kuhoutsuka patriarch shakily said.
"Please, you were never in danger. After all, my heir would not lose control so easily." My father spoke so dripped in smug that even I was wondering if such a thing was possible.
"Your heir? You allowed the heir of the Amairin to touch the sword?" The red haired man quickly asked, clearly flustered. "What if he had lost control? We would have had to kill him!"
"But he didn't." My father shot back.
"Whelp I got the sword so can I go back home now?" I asked. I really didn't want nor care to listen to what looked like a huge argument brewing considering the Kuhoutsuka was never persuaded in the first place.
"Yes. Mariya lead my son back to the front, my personal chauffeur will take him home." My father smoothly told the Hime-Miko.
"Yes Lord Midoriya." She stated with a bow. She walked and I followed behind.
The last thing I heard before exiting the room was a loud "He's your son!"
The girl looked a bit tired as we continued to walk. She slowed down a bit after a while.
"You alright?" I asked, seeing as she wasn't looking too hot.
"Yes. Divination at that level just takes a lot out of me." She replied a little slowly.
"Then shouldn't someone else take me out? Did Dad just not notice?" I followed up.
"Normally yes. But your father likely wants for us to form a connection that would help you when you ascend as head of the Amairin." She told me wearily, clearly losing energy with every step.
"Because of your ability to predict the future." I reasoned. Not a bad idea. Future prediction was a great ability to have just ask Sir Nighteye. Although I rather hated prophecies in general because I rather hated fate as a concept. Still she was clearly flagging so I put my arm around her shoulder and helped steady her.
"Lord Midoriya, there is no need I am fine on my own." Kaede stated just before she tripped on her foot. Luckily I was already holding onto her shoulder so what should have been a faceplant was turned into a small stumble.
Allowing myself to support more of her weight I told her, "Don't worry about it. Besides, if you're gone, who's gonna guide me through this labyrinth."
"Still I apologize. I was always the physically weakest out of all my siblings. If I had just a little more stamina then you wouldn't have to help me like this."
"Well I want to be a hero so think of this as helping me train in helping injured civilians." I told the Chestnut haired girl with a grin forming on my lips.
She looked at me for a moment before seeming to give up and saying, "You are too kind Lord Midoriya. If you are to take over the Amairin, Japan has nothing to fear."
"Wow, I can't believe the same girl who was telling me that I was gonna walk a road of blood and steel that I'm too kind." I singsonged.
The tips of her ears reddened and she began, "I. You. The prophecy may be a future you will face but nothing is set in stone. The person you are now does not necessarily have to become the man in the prophecy."
"So I need to be set on a path of good so that I never end up becoming the man in that prophecy?" I queried.
"Ye-yes. Exactly." She responded.
"So are you offering yourself as the one who must ensure that I may never stray from the correct path?" I asked my lips, unable to stop from forming a smile.
"As the heir to Amairin, your fate is the fate of Japan. As a Hime-Miko I have an obligation to ensure Japan's future. If I am able to then I must." She responded resolutely.
"I'm just kidding. I promise even if I do walk the path of the man in that prophecy I will never stray from my path. You don't have to worry." I said as seriously as I could.
"I see. Even still someone should still be there to keep you on the right path. After all, one does not walk alone." She said as we reached the door leading to the outside of the building.
I walked out of the building with Kaede before gently putting her down on the steps and saying, "You know what. You're right. So how about this." I fished out my phone from my pants pocket, my grin transformed into a smug smile. "We exchange numbers and you can call me whenever you feel I need guidance."
"I-I. You would ask for my advice?" She asked suddenly, flustered and waving her hands around.
"What happened to all that bravado from earlier? Didn't you say it was your duty?" I raised an eyebrow.
"It is. But I am just fourteen. I might have the best Spirit Vision in the whole country but no one's really ever asked my advice before. I was always sheltered because of my weak body." She meekly twiddled her thumbs.
"Then that just means we can learn from each other right?" I asked with a wink.
"Ye-yeah." She looked at me wide eyed before bringing out her phone quickly, almost dropping it in the process.
We quickly exchanged numbers before I got up.
"You alright though? I can walk you to a room if you want." I queried.
"Yes. I have regained enough energy to return to the room I am staying in. Don't worry Lord Midoriya, it is only down the hallway." She responded with a smile on her face.
I had not seen her give such a bright smile before. Since we were outside with the setting sun, orange rays seemed to fall over her, enhancing that smile. Her soft features framed by her brown eyes along with her chestnut hair falling down to her waist all combined with her traditional Miko hakama all came together to create an ethereal sight far surpassing the glow that had surrounded her when she had given her prophecy.
My heart skipped a beat.
I smiled.
"Izuku. Call me Izuku." I turned around and started walking toward the Torri gate that led out of the shrine. "Mariya."
"Wait then please call me Kaede!" She yelled out.
I stopped for a second and turned my head, "Okay. Kaede. Call me later." Was all I said before I continued.
Finally reaching the car I went inside.
"Just you Young Boss?" Ishi asked.
"Yeah, just take me home." I ordered.
"Alright, off we go." The black haired chauffeur said.
Now that I had the time I looked at what I had been holding in my left hand for the past few minutes. The Tsumukari Muramasa in its sheath was still a sight to behold. There was quite a difference between when the blade was in its sheath and when it was not. If I had to guess the sheath acted as some kind of seal that prevented the curse from reaching beyond the sword itself. Of course considering I hadn't known about magic before today I could be totally wrong. But I didn't think so. I don't know why but I just had this gut feeling that I knew what it was and what it did. Considering this was magic we were talking about I wasn't dismissing the possibility.
On that note magic. I wasn't all that surprised considering my own existence as a reincarnate and the absolutely ridiculous things some quirks could do. Dad said I had no talent for magic but what did that mean? Obviously it didn't stop me from wielding the Muramasa blade. As far as I could tell all you needed was willpower strong enough to not be taken over by the blade's curses. I can definitely say that my pseudo quirk training helped train my willpower. It was like I was in hell for the first year of that. Makes me wonder how the adults who go through it survive considering their quirk factor is far more set in stone than a ten year olds.
"Young Boss, you're going to UA right?" Ishi started, interrupting me from my thoughts.
"Yes, why do you ask?" I responded.
"Well you see my son also wants to go to UA but he seems to have recently hit a slump. It seems that he's despairing that he doesn't have a flashy quirk and I was hoping you could help him." The middle aged man explained.
"Sure what's his name?" I asked.
"Eijiro." He said.
Wait a minute that sounds familiar.
"I'm sorry Ishi but I don't think I've ever heard your family name." I said.
"Ah yea, I guess the bossman hasn't used my family name in a while. It's Kirishima by the way." He said dropping a bomb as if it was nothing.
Wait a minute sharp teeth and black hair, my chauffeur is Kirishima's dad.
Well alright then I think I've hit my revelation limit for today.
"Ishi, do you know the dojo where Bakugou and I train?" I asked rhetorically since he had picked me up from there before.
"Yep, off of fourth street right?" He responded.
"Just drop your son off there. I'll help him anytime I'm able." I reassured the man.
The middle aged man started to sniffle before saying, "Thanks Young Boss you're the manliest kid I've ever met."
Hopefully I'll be able to take being called manly every five minutes. It can't be more annoying than the sword right?
Within his hidden lair the criminal mastermind of Japan's underground for nearly two centuries sat on his chair. His silver hair flowed freely atop his head with sharp silver eyes accentuating his handsome face. He had scars running all across his face. Eyes darting between different monitors he had several intelligence quirks running allowing him to intake the vast amount of information coming in. For a while he stayed watching the monitors not moving an inch until the sound of footsteps could be heard coming from behind him.
Without moving at all the criminal opened his mouth to greet his visitor, "Tomura what brings you here today?"
"Father, I'm ready." Tomura Shigaraki told his master and foster father. Tomura's skin was silky smooth with white hair adorning his head, falling freely down his head creating a rather wild appearance. His red eyes looked to his foster father with determination.
"Yes, you are. But I am not. I still require a year before I am back at full strength." Was his father's reply.
"But I'm ready. I can destroy All Might now. I can restart your empire. Just let me out, I'm ready." Tomura pleaded.
"Yes, you are correct in all regards. All Might will be no match for you in his weakened state. It is Midoriya that you will be unable to contend with." All for One stated matter of factly.
"He is just one man. Kill him and his whole empire crumbles along with him." Tomura argued.
"Hisashi Midoriya has been the only thing standing between me and total domination of Japan for nearly two hundred years. It is only thanks to him that All Might was allowed to critically injure me five years ago. Do not underestimate him." The mastermind scolded his apprentice.
"But I only need a single touch and he's dusted." The apprentice pushed.
"He is currently the single strongest mage in Japan. Do you think he has fought me for so long without figuring out a way of negating quirks. Do not think that I doubt your ability, Tomura. You are my heir for a reason. All that I ask is that you exercise patience." All for One declared.
"Very well. As you command." Shigaraki bit out.
Finally coming up from his chair All for One walked over to his foster son and put a hand over his shoulder, "Do not be so distraught. Come with me and I will show you something you can do in the meantime."
All for One walked deeper into the compound with young Tomura following along with a smile on his face knowing that he would be getting a new toy to play with.
A/N: Second chapter done in three days let's goooooo! I've decided I'm gonna move this story from the MHA category over to a MHA/ Campione! Cross next update.
So the very first of the crosses is Campione! I really love the setting and wish there were more works of it. Before anyone asks. Yes Izuku will eventually fight a god which will be the turning point of the story. Will he become a Campione? I'm leaning toward yes with the caveat that he'll never receive One for All if I go that route. Kaede Mariya is a descendant of Godou and Yuri. Now what happened to Godou is something you'll just have to read to find out.
Alright so right now I'm done building up Izuku for a while and we'll mostly one be focusing on him recruiting other characters into his gang like Kirishima or two Izuku's introduction to the supernatural.
Izuku will have one or two fights before we enter UA against the supernatural that will be drawn to him now that he has a sword strong enough to kill even gods.
Next chapter: Broashima recruitment
Till next time signing out.
Beta's Note: Haha, We're back and with this great chapter to boot… Well I don't have much to say except this has been fun -Fighingdragon