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Year 2195. An old man found himself alone, secluded in an icy room of assistance instance, accompanied by loneliness. A loneliness that he had embraced before, and that today he regretted from now on. As the last remnant of his generation, he lay apart, he found himself izuku midoriya, subject of the blankets that uselessly brought to provide him with some warmth.

Flaccid and without the strength to get up, the device that monitored his vital signs going out of control every second. He knew it anyway, his day to leave this earth had come. Last bearer of the one for all, and last vestige of the human race not peculiar, unable to pass the torch to another person due to the danger represented by this power which, despite his old age, never showed signs of withering away with him. Forced by the situation of his time, he abandoned his happiness and his freedom, in order to face the threat of the most powerful villains of the planet. Now, that he had fought and given so much of himself, ending the threats that burdened his times, he saw himself, selling his bad decision over and over again. Not to be selfish and choose some happiness. Now in the loneliness of his death,

Class A. all had long since departed to the afterlife. The cardiac arrest of his heart was as painful as the wailing feeling of his need. In the end, the era of the heroes had already ended, a stability of peace had overtaken mankind. And all the achievement he contributed he could not appreciate with his loved ones, the memory of deku, the number one hero was all there was of him. I never expected him to die in this way it would be so pitiful. The darkness of his eyes could barely make out the silhouettes of a team of paramedics and doctors, perhaps doing their best to keep them a few seconds longer in the land of the living. At least he could leave with one more thought. If somewhere, if by chance there was a new life, a new beginning, he would promise to live a life full of happiness, for when the time came, he would die surrounded by his loved ones, and not as lonely, terrifying and cold as he was right now. And then, the curtain of reality that filtered through as ripples of light-reflecting photons serrated. An endearing dream soothed his aching body, relaxing it, making him stop feeling pain.

He felt so good that his conscience wavered more and more, and out of regret, he had already forgotten that he was dying to begin with. he was sleepy, and he let himself go. Izuku Midoriya, the greatest hero of the land, deku, had passed into the afterlife as one of the greatest heroes of the age of heroes. Passing into legends as the hero of heroes for his deeds that bordered on divinity. The greatest hero in history now rested in peace.

Izuku had awakened from his beautiful slumber. He had even allowed himself to indulge in one of those yawns that made you want to yawn because of how pleasurable it was.

"If this is what it's like to feel in death, it wouldn't hurt to pass into the afterlife once in a while."

How he could formulate thoughts when moments ago he had died, he didn't care. He was dead after all, what would he know what happens after death, he was a koai in this passing into the afterlife thing. Realizing that his vision had returned, he began to focus it on whatever was here, wherever he wanted it to be. He was thinking about having a moment of chats with lida now that he was with both feet on the other side of the neighborhood permanently, as opposed to the foot and a half in his younger days.

"Say ah?"

Izuku couldn't help but be confused by what his eyes had caught. He never thought to himself that the afterlife would be so dark. Or rustic for a change. He supposed the idea that this place was some sort of white and gold paradise or whatever were just guesses of the human imagination. humans, we humans, think about many things as part of our curious and perceptive nature.

His face began to turn around, looking from left to right at his surroundings. I couldn't help but think how strange his surroundings were. Not only was it rustic to say the least, he was literally inside a house of wood and chiseled stone. Was the afterlife so backward, no. There was a reason for this, a reason izuku did not yet know.

"in fact, this is strange. I don't feel my limbs like before, I have no strength. I even had a hard time moving my head."

He thought strangely. After looking around more, he noticed some strange utensils that surprised him. There were candles, all over the place. Was he on earth, he was no longer sure if he was still in the world of the dead. To his surprise, or misfortune, his explanations had been answered when he felt his body being dragged to a strange place.

Then, to his confusion, a woman looked him in the face, as if she was holding him to begin with. Miss, this old man weighed over 124 pounds of pure muscle wasted even on his deathbed, were the thoughts conveyed by izuku's memory, he was about to articulate some words when, suddenly, something had happened. The woman had held him by his feet, leaving him upside down.

"oi oi, more respect young lady, don't you know how to recognize your elders?" demanded izuku's thoughts, conveying it in words. But what had come out of her mouth, which, by the way, felt very weak in the jaw, were not words.

- Aaaaahggggggggggggg ggggggggggg ga~ - when izuku heard what had come out of her mouth, she had realized that her words had come out as mere babble. And with it, a spank from the woman against his strangely sensitive skin had provoked something that at one time he might have seen as humiliating.

- YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! - izuku couldn't help it. Her skin felt sensitive, that spank stung like a plasma bolt straight to the butt. And while he brought to calm his yanto due to how embarrassing the situation was, izuku had been held correctly. This time, the same woman sounding relieved.

Gott sei Dank ist er ein gesunder Junge. - the woman had expressed in a relieved manner, smiling at him in the process.

"Whatever he said, I don't care, young lady. When I have time we'll have a talk" izuku said, or rather, babbled. - aahggggggg gabooooggg. - so it went.

danke an saint milis, danke das ist en Ordnung. - a tired, feminine voice snorted loudly, between gasps of something izuku didn't know. The woman had averted her gaze from him, and he had suddenly been transported into the presence of a man weeping with great joy.

- Es ist schön, Zenit, Liebe. er ist so schön wie sein Vater, bajo er hat deine Augen. - izuku didn't understand what he was saying either. So he felt uncomfortable when he had begun to make strange faces at him unreservedly. - Wer ist Papas Sohn, wer, wer? - he was saying, whatever that language was that izuku couldn't decipher.

"Oi, boy, stop humiliating yourself like that. do you think you're talking to some kid. Oi, you idiot, wait, waitaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" izuku thought in alarm as he watched the 20-something boy kiss his face, twice on repeat. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

lass es mich sehen, paul, ich möchte dein gesicht sehen. - the woman's labored voice was matched by the boy holding izuku, who still didn't know why. I just felt that his vision was blurring because he was being led to a specific place. Then, izuku knew who the woman who was talking was. He was now being held by her, who had begun to smile at him. She looked tired, breathing heavily, while sweat was running down her beautiful face.

Suddenly, she had begun to express pain again, the boy had then grabbed it out of the woman's hands, looking worried that something might happen to the girl. It was then that izuku started trying to do something himself.

"Well. Evidently I'm not on earth, and the afterlife doesn't look as glorious as I thought. I have to know what's going on. I have to. Wait. what happened to my hands?"

Izuku's thoughts snapped out of their common sense when they saw something very abnormal. Much more than being carried as a newborn from left to right, or witnessing an afterlife so ordinary it bordered on pathetic, at least in his opinion. What had driven him out of his wits was nothing more or less than his own hands. Baby hands, if his eyes did not deceive him.

Izuku was taken aback for a single moment, and then uttered the words his thoughts could process as his brain worked overtime to shape whatever it was that was happening to him at times like this.

- Aggggghhhhhhh -

Four years later.

It was the year of 411 of the armored dragon calendar. He had been born in the year 407, and it had been four years since izuku had been born in the village of boona in the fitoa region of the ashura kingdom, coming back to life as reincarnated.

How this was possible, he did not know. Nor did Izuku imagine that he would spend his supposed eternity somewhere in the universe, reincarnated as a child in a middle-class family of some medieval era, the son of a lower-class knight. Now, as a new person, he had been called by a new name, with a new family, in new circumstances. His name was izuku greyrat, how he had retained his past name was due to nothing less than a mistake by zenit, who was about to give him a name, but the strain of childbirth had so exhausted her that she had fallen asleep.

The last heard of her was i-zuku, and so she stayed that way. She felt bad that she could not give him a name appropriate to the standards of this new world. On the other hand, izuku was the twin brother of ludeus greyrat. His younger brother by about 4 minutes difference. Izuku hoped that somehow this child was also a reincarnate just like him because of the brat's actions, too lewd and conscientious for a child of ludeus' age. Even the maid, Lilia san, was appalled by ludeus' actions.

What child would wear used mascara slippers for fun? Izuku hoped that, somehow, this child was also a reincarnate just like him because of the brat's actions, too lewd and conscientious for a child of ludeus' age. Even the maid, Lilia san, was appalled by ludeus' actions.

What child would wear used mascara slippers for fun? Izuku hoped that, somehow, this child was also a reincarnate just like him because of the brat's actions, too lewd and conscientious for a child of ludeus' age. Even the maid, Lilia san, was appalled by ludeus' actions. What child would wear used mascara slippers for fun?

Izuku, however, was there to train ludeus, although he had the feeling that his brat of a brother had been smart enough to suppress his frightening actions out of his reach. He also had some existential problems as a person because he, a 95 year old man, had been reduced to a child after experiencing this second life, and to top it all off, with all his thoughts intact. It couldn't be more ironic, the discomfort he had felt when he had to hold a young girl's tits and suck on her milky nipples in desperation. Not to be judged as a perverse, dirty old man, he felt as despicable as those actions made him look. Like getting his hands on a girl who could be considered his granddaughter. In his defense, he had excruciating moments of hunger, and now he was the child of this girl, zenith, his mother. Please don't judge him.

In other good ones, izuku had noticed two interesting things. One was that his power, the one for all, had migrated along with him. How that was possible, he did not know. Nor did he know how he had been reincarnated to begin with, so he couldn't find explanations for things like this. What, however, he did have in mind was that his power, the one he had harvested so much before, had traveled with him.

Perhaps, somehow, a part of one for all had been cut off, rendering him unable to communicate with the predecessors as he had in his other life. That meant that the part of his souls, the part that gave him access to the accumulated abilities, was gone. However, to his surprise, this one had retained his mammoth strength, all that energy that had been harvested for generations, now accumulated and continuing, growing here even, was the sign that he had to train his body for immeasurable power. So it was a surprise to paul, his father, to see izuku doing strange warm-ups and repetitive movements that this one didn't know. How he had grown a couple of inches taller was also a surprise to paul, who kept expressing his delight that izuku had taken up the discipline at a very young age.

Every night he was told tales of swordsmen, so izuku assumed that, somehow, he was thinking that izuku would be some famous celebrity in the future. Quite the opposite, according to izuku's future plans. He was planning to live a good life, with some adventure, but that he would eventually find love, have many children, twelve if necessary, and then live as a super father who would tell his children and grandchildren about his adventures. It was a beautiful fantasy for izuku, one that this old man in the skin of a child would pursue at all costs.

The second impression that left izuku interested, or rather, impressed, was the existence of an anomaly on the face of this planet that was referred to as "mana", such an energy undetectable to any human eye was an energy that could be molded at will, and with it, create something that izuku only thought only existed in fantasy stories. Magic. For the moment a clarity had illuminated izuku's judgment as he connected the dots as to why his parents behaved like strange otaku that his mother mentioned to him from his younger days.

The famous chunin. Ludeus had been healed by zenit, and since then both ludeus and izuku received from learning more about this world. Often the two shared sibling moments to try to decipher the words of one of the five magic books that were in paul's small office room. However, unlike ludeus, who had given himself completely to the magic books with a resolve that had intrigued izuku, the latter had given himself to the work of his body in order to endure an initial portion of the one for all in his body.

Therefore, he was not as well versed in the use of magic, unlike his brother, who had taken great pains to work with his magic, increasing it day by day. for one thing, ludeus had discovered that the workings of magic when casting spells did not exactly require incantations, although chanting would serve as an automatic mechanism for the spells, and thus easier to use than any other method. However, ludeus had managed to cast a ball of water into a bucket without chanting the spell, and had configured the spell to work according to his thoughts at the cost of more mana. But he had succeeded. From that had come a hypothesis on izuku's part.

Magic was a sentient energy unknown to the logical mind with the ability to materialize. That is, mana could be transformed magic atom by magic atom to replicate any physical substance, in short, create matter. Her colleague yaoyurosu, the penultimate of her generation to pass on to the next life, had the ability to convert her fat into unknown lipids to create inorganic matter from her exposed skin. In the case of this world, manna.

Having understood this fact, izuku did not need to be guided by books to have a disposition of magic, the science of this world was excessively backward, almost insufficient, just like magical science. Izuku wanted to share this fact to his brother, who day after day was leaving his fruits in sight by demonstrating mana reserves far greater, almost double, than izuku's own reserves. But he simply could not assume that it would look normal for a child who was not even 5 years old to explain that the knowledge of magic could be seen in another objective way, in another systematic way. At least he had promised to help his brother with this knowledge when he grew up.

On the other hand, there was something that had taken izuku's interest. Healing magic. The moment he learned more about the knowledge behind healing magic, he simply applied it to what he knew of the medicine he knew.

And it was more than a complete success. But he hadn't been all that surprised about it either considering his age, and his younger days, when he was still struggling to master a power that could make you explode with a simple slip of the tongue. He had to learn more about medicine and the human body, forced by the great recovery, to emerge as an expert in an advanced medical specialist. His last 10 years in a super luxurious nursing home only reinforced his knowledge in the face of the overwhelming reality that he was already very old, and needed to take responsibility for his health.

Over time he had mastered the concept of magic as applied to his terms and knowledge of the subject, and had developed an affinity for healing magic, medical magic as it was called. Izuku had actualized the advancement of healing magic, centuries of advancement reduced to a year of practice and perfection, in the future he became known as the supreme healer, the second coming of the holy milis. But that was another story for another time.

As the years passed, Izuku slowly began to develop his body, while his brother Ludeus nurtured his head with all the knowledge of the world around him. Izuku divided his hours for physical training, sometimes accompanied by his father, while his magical time was spent in the evenings. To some extent he had already made peace with the walls of the house, which filtered all the intimate activity between paul and zenit at every moment, almost every night. If there were a taoist competition, then he would be held up as an example of the perfect monk. He secretly hoped to attain the vigor of his father paul, that boy was a full-blooded stallion, according to Lilia san, a trait particular to the greyrat, a noble family of the kingdom of hashura, the kingdom to which the farming village in which he lived belonged.

Now four years old, izuku was out of the house. He had sneaked out, claiming that he had said he would walk around and see the scenery. When in fact I found myself in the forest. Little izuku found himself enveloped in fleeting lightning, a remnant of the energy of the one for all.

- Good. - he said to himself, nodding with satisfaction that the light and medium training had paid off. - this little body can withstand a fraction of power with awakening. - whispered izuku to himself, pleased with the previous results. He had thought his body would be tested by the pressure the power could exert on such a young body, but in reality he had only felt a slight tug. Making it clear that he could withstand the current percentage. - I can withstand 10% of one for all, even more than in my old life. Maybe the magic had done something to my body, I don't know. - He said to himself, and then looked at a large tree trunk, thick enough to have a diameter equivalent to three light poles thick. - Well, let's test my performance. - he said to himself, One ironic thing about this was that the one for all could not enhance magic, even if he used to mix it. But what it could do was speed up the creation of what it materialized, with the advantage of using the minimum of what it normally had to spend if it did not combine it. A quarter of what he would normally spend to be specific. Simply put, he could accelerate magic much faster, spending only a quarter of what he would spend under normal circumstances. A quarter of what I would normally spend to be specific. In short, he could accelerate magic much faster, spending only a quarter of what he would normally spend under normal circumstances.

A quarter of what he would normally spend to be specific. Simply put, he could accelerate the magic much faster, spending only a quarter of what he would spend under normal circumstances.

Holding out his hands, izuku had begun to summon his mana, having a mental image of what he wanted to create. Metal, normally a mineral found in the earth, yet unknown in composition in this world. Its basic fundamentals were present in izuku's mind. Properties such as carbon, magnesium, nickel, chromium, silicon, titanium, tungsten, among other components.

At that moment, from his head, ramifications of energy would escape to slowly run through his body as if exposing a new nervous system, intensifying more at the place where it would create what izuku wanted to bring to life with magic. It was a softer, more soothing sensation than the one for all. Suddenly, a silver mist came out of nowhere, around izuku's body, said mist expanding and recognizing itself in a second in izuku's right hand. Izuku had created a metal hammer as big as paul, the head of the hammer as big as he was. The large hammer weighed at least two hundred kilograms, and yet it was being held so simply by izuku that to him it was like holding a dry ice hammer with the weight of 3 kilograms. In his old life he could carry around 15 tons with little effort with 10% power. 200 kilograms was nothing.

In his old life he could carry about 15 tons with little effort with 10% power. 200 kilos was nothing. In his old life he could carry about 15 tons with little effort with 10% power. 200 kilos was nothing.

"even if I used the one for all to reduce the mana cost, I couldn't help but spend almost half of my reserves because of how specific and complex the creation was. What I just did was more than simple repetitive magic of chanted commands, I had created matter itself from energy, particle by particle. The amount of energy required, the concentration and complexity of the components needed expend enormous amounts of mana. I have more respect for yaoyurosu san. A true creative heroine."

I thought as I looked at the hammer. Also recording a time where the heroine Creaty almost died of starvation when she exceeded her quirk. But those were thoughts for another time. Looking at the tree in front of him, he held the hammer and as fast as sound, struck its trunk with such force that the blow sounded like thunder throughout the forest. The impact zone exploded as if exploding like a grenade, the base and the entire top flew more than 20 meters forward, splitting at least three more trees before coming to a stop. The forest beasts had run away like hell sensing danger from the human with the strength of a demon.

- Damn. I'm still as strong as before using this fraction of power. - he said impressed, unperturbed by the attempt of the wood splinters that tore through his clothes. These never once failed to mark on his defenses, the resistance of his skin to being powered by one for all.

"I'd better get the hell out of here now." izuku thought, using some of his magic to manipulate the fabric structure of his clothing, repairing it in the process. It was as if the splinters never touched his clothes.

As fast as a bullet, he had reached the edges of the stony walls of his home's fence. Appropriate timing because his little ordeal had caught the attention of the peasants in the field, as a small hunting party prepared to investigate what the disturbance was. Later the house party would find a gleaming silver hammer, so large and heavy that it had taken a number of men, as if it were a great beast, just to lift and bring the beautiful thing made for a giant to Sir Paul's house. While that was going on, however, izuku had found a hole in the house, a wet puddle of the thatch from the roof strewn all around.

Ludeus had made quite a breakthrough for a mere brat. He had managed to reach up and cast a mid-level spell, ripping out an entire wall in the process. Izuku was definitely starting to enjoy this new life. A life that had as its goal the selfish pursuit of his happiness.

Well guys, here is the first chapter. I hope you like this kind of story, especially "izuku in x place". the truth is that there are very few stories of izuku verse. as far as i know.

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