Izuku's POV

It took them just over four hours to prepare. The three men were given a small bag each. Whatever they wanted to take with them to the past had to fit in the bag.

For his part, Delta chose his knife, a piece of Orichalcum ore, a flash of vodka, a magazine full of Orichalcum bullets, five unattached arrowheads, his dog tags, and a picture. They were all wrapped up into a jacket. It would be too big for him no matter when they arrived but it would be something. The jacket was made of a special fiber that wouldn't allow Orichalcum to interfere with a quirk. They would stop a knife and most bullets as well. The picture was him, Echo, Charlie, and Conklin. It was taken right after everything went to shit. They wanted to have something to remember each other by. Just in case one of them fell in battle. By some miracle the four men were still alive. Broken by the things they had done but alive.

When they were ready Alex said, "You three did something that was considered impossible a decade ago. Saying that a quirkless taking down the quirked then would have made you a laughing stock. Together you pulled it off. Together you did the impossible. I know I am asking a lot of you right now. I'll ask you once more. Are you sure you want to go through with this? There is no shame in deciding you've had enough."

The three of them kept silent. They would do this no matter what. If they could save even just one life it would be worth it.

Alex sighed tiredly, "Then let's do this. Good luck you three. May we meet again under happier circumstances."

The three stepped closer to the one who would send them back. Activation of the quirk wasnt noticeable for a moment. Then the world seemed to turn on its head. His eyes grew unfocused at the array of colors. He lost consciousness soon after.

When he came to his head was pounding. Opening his eyes he found himself staring up at a familiar and yet unfamiliar ceiling. Blinking he couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was his bedroom before his mother kicked him out.

Looking down he saw that he was much smaller than he expected. If he had to guess he was probably 12 or 13. The bag he had left with was laying over his chest.

Izuku sat up wincing as his head throbbed with pain. Letting the pain ebb away he checked his bag. Everything was exactly as he left it in the future. He pulled out his jacket and slipped it over his head. Unsurprisingly it reached almost all the way to his knees. With a sigh he pulled it back off stuffing it back into the bag. Unrealistically he knew that he couldn't move around with that jacket on. He would have to get a new one made for combat situations. The next thing he pulled out was his dog tags. He shortened the chain of his necklace.

His knife went into his pocket for the time being. Later he would get a sheath for it to put it. After that he slung the bag over his shoulder as he stood. Blinking down at his pajamas he sighed. Right he was in his pajamas. He couldn't leave like this someone would bring him back to the house.

Groaning he changed into a black t-shirt with a green hoodie over it and black pants. He stuffed a jacket that would fit him and a few pairs of pants. Shirts would be easy to come by he just needed pants.

With that done he moved into the kitchen listening carefully. His mother if she could be called that was snoring in the other bedroom. Good that meant she wouldn't walk on him walking out. Not that she would care that her useless child was running away. She would be happy to no longer have to feed him.

Opening the cabinets he took all the canned goods he could. They made his bag heavy but not unbearable. Then he stuffed two unopened water bottles in. That would last him a little while.

The last thing he needed was to visit the basement storage. One of their neighbors had a tent and sleeping bags in there. There was no way he was staying in this house again until he was sixteen. He wouldn't be able to stop himself from killing his mother if he did.

Using the bobby pins he kept with him even as a teenager he picked the lock to the storage room. It only took a few moments to gather the tent and the sleeping bags. With those few items he was off.

When he made it outside he could see the sun just barely start to peak out. It would be dawn soon and if he wanted this to work he would need to be far away from here. While he doubted the woman that birthed him would care that he ran away she would notice the missing food. So he needed to be as far from here as possible.

Izuku took the back alleys through the city. A few people that were out gave him suspicious glances but didnt try to stop him. Near Takoba Beach he found an abandoned part of the city. Since the beach became a dumping ground no one lived in the area anymore. If there were people they would be the homeless and the squatters.

Izuku chose an alley that was less than a five-minute walk to the beach. The back of it was blocked by a large wall and two buildings surrounded it. As a hideaway it would be easily defended. He would have to set traps to prevent unwanted visitors from entering his camp.

As the sun finished rising and the light shone into his alley he began to set up his tent. The first day back in his thirteen-year-old body was spent entirely on making camp and scavenging. At the dump he was able to find an old phone, two pots, a tarp, and wire to start on traps. By nightfall he felt a little better about the security of the camp.

The tarp was long enough to cut in half. One part was used to keep the rain off his tent. The other would act as a rain catcher. The pots he scavenged took awhile to clean but it was worth it. Izuku would set up a fire in the morning. While it was late summer he would need to prepare when the weather turned.

As the sun fell on his first night he laid out on the ground by his tent. Plans were already beginning to formulate in his head. Now that he had a base camp set up he would need to raid the nearby police station.

As it stood the only weapon he had to defend himself was his knife. He would need a bow and time to make his own arrows. Before that he would need to alert the world to his presence and start getting his body into shape. To get the name Delta out there he would need a firearm and extra bullets. Once that was done he would approach one of the local blacksmiths about making more Orichalcum bullets, knives, and arrowheads. Between the three Medusans they would have a good supply as each had carried a piece of the ore with them. It would only be a matter of meeting up.

Izuku knew that Echo was somewhere in France. The older man was born and raised there. It was only shortly before the fall that he moved to Japan.

Charlie was a different matter. The man was American by birth but raised in different countries on military bases. When it came out he was quirkless the military families taught him how to defend himself using other means. Out of the three of them Charlie had the most experience. Yet it was Izuku who was chosen as team leader. To the surprise of most of the in-training Medusans Charlie accepted him. It was as if they expected the man to challenge him. He never did and had always been loyal to the younger man.

They would have to get away from their families to make it to Izuku. There was no telling how long it would be before they were able to. It could be months before he saw his comrades again.

Loneliness filled the man turned teenager's heart. There was no one to trust in this world but then. Alex didnt know them and he would be working on other projects. Contacting him without revealing himself would be difficult. Charlie was better with computers than he was. Now that he had some time he planned on rectifying that.

If memory served there was an internet cafe fifteen minutes from him. Checking that out would be in his best interest. There he could take free classes online. Running and doing parkour on the way would build up his stamina.

Tsukauchi's POV

Fall was just beginning to settle in the air. His trenchcoat was becoming more than just part of his uniform. It was keeping him warm whenever he was out in the field.

Naomasa just arrived back at the station from the firing range. All officers had to be recertified at the range every year. Due to this he needed to visit the quartermaster for more bullets. His log of when he shot, where, and why was in his hands.

He took the elevator down to the basement where the armory and quartermaster. When he stepped out of the elevator he froze. The quartermaster's station was empty. Papers were all over the floor. This was not how things were supposed to be.

Naomasa moved so that he could look over the side of the quartermaster desk. Unsurprisingly the man wasnt there. He noted that the keys to the armory were gone. Now more than ever he wished he was out of ammunition.

He moved down towards the armory door. It was open slightly and he could hear movement inside. Slowly Naomasa pushed open the door. He could see Quent on the ground unconscious. Besides being unconscious the man didn't look injured.

On the far side of the room where the side arms were located a person in black was kneeling. Beside them was what looked to be a duffel bag also black in color. Naomasa could see the bulge of the bag. Obviously whoever it was had been here for a while.

Looking closer the detective noticed how small the person was. If he judged on size alone it was likely a teenager. He knew better however. Heroes and villains alike came in all sizes. How tall one was did not account for age.

Naomasa drew his weapon hoping to bluff the other and ordered firmly, "Police! Put your hands up then turn around slowly."

The figure froze. Catching criminals off guard usually worked in getting them to surrender peacefully. Glancing at Quent he revised that thought. Or as peacefully as one who took down a fully trained police officer could be.

A voice distorted by a voice changer said coldly, "I'm sorry, officer but you will need to take a nap."

Naomasa blinked when the figure spun on his heel to face Naomasa. All the man could see was the acid green eyes. The bottom half of the other's face was covered by a cowl. No doubt the voice changer was hidden in the cowl.

The figure crossed the room in half a second. There was a flash of a silver blade and that put him into action. He jumped back at the half-hearted swipe made for his midsection. There were a few more swipes that seemed to be more of an attempt to corner him than hurt him. It was then that he realized that despite breaking in this person had no intention of harming anyone. All they wanted was to get what they came for and leave. They would knock out anyone they came across. Which meant only one thing. Vigilante.

Somehow the person slipped behind him. A solid strike to the back of his neck sent him falling face forward. Already his vision was fading out.

The last thing he heard was, "I'm sorry. I did not intend on hurting anyone while I was here. You forced my hand."

With that the whole world went dark.