Chapter 5

What does one say to the powers of a God? How does one react? How do you quantify a response?

That day had been life-changing, in subtle yet undeniable ways. All Might had never said he'd trained anyone before. Nor, that the trainee could grow at such a fast pace.

Izuku Midoriya. Age: 15. Sex: Male. Hair color: dark green, almost black, and hair quite long. Wore metal(?) armor upon the examination. Was able to restrict the movement of over thirty individuals with various Quirks from what appears to be instantaneously formed markings on the ground. Tests show no created evidence or any residue remaining. Able to create a lightning-based(?) attack that vaporized an entire city block with everyone within it.

And then reversed his destruction at the cost of blood coming from his eyes and becoming unconscious for a few hours. Subject samples were destroyed upon removal, whether conscious, unconscious or otherwise. No machines were functional aside from the heart monitor on the chest.

That kind of power to appear out of nowhere was both unprecedented and horrifying. Quirks can bend the rules of science, but cannot break them. Energy must come from somewhere. Matter must be formed from something else. Those were one of the few rules that even Quirks needed to abide by.

Until now.

To most of the world, nothing had changed. Izuku was a powerful but young hero. A powerful quirk user, but otherwise harmless.

To certain factions, Izuku Midoriya had become the catalyst for an arms race between agencies and entities both known and unknown.

The League of Villains had been quite ecstatic at the idea of such a quirk user, sure enough announcing that Izuku would be welcomed with open arms if he got tired of being bullied and ignored for his 'villainous' quirk.

The Hero Alliance had been just as quick to fire out that a person's quirk didn't make them evil. Only their actions and intentions did that. That Izuku recreated the city block pointed out that the young teen was able and willing to do good with his power.

Governmental Agencies were nervous. In many secret organizations where the light never showed, many aspiring quirk users and, ahem, experimentally created users, were frothing at the mouth. For good reason.

It took the rulebook of Quirk laws and abilities, and threw it straight into a burning dumpster fire.

That made Izuku Midoriya an unknown. An unknown with a very powerful Quirk who had very little psychological profile to go off of, considering his previous one as a meek Quirkless boy as a cover story for the brimming powerful confident individual that he actually was.

Those whose quirks could see the future in the long term capacity went insane. The few individuals who had been hunted down tirelessly and collected by various agencies and entities, had all quite literally gone insane on that examination day. They babbled and moaned about the moon glowing blood red and then died.

Except one. A young woman born in a facility unmarked and unnamed yet belonging to a very powerful faction, was moaning in ecstasy as every other quirk user of her type died. The researchers threatened and cajolled and did everything to get her to talk but she'd simply smile silently at them, her blind eyes seeing through them at whatever vision she saw.

"She won't speak and my mental quirks won't reach her mind. She's gone insane, but still alive." All For One snarled in frustration and released his grip on her arm. Of the many quirks he wielded and mastered, he refused to touch Quirks that dealt with the future. Too many variables and he personally believed in making reality as he saw it into being made by his own hands.

The doctor besides him scoffed quietly. All For One had been tempted to kill him many times, but this man was the sole researcher and developer of his Nomu's.

"It doesn't matter. We can always just create Nomu's who can crush this young Midoriya. What I'd give to study his brain and eyes." The doctor cackled.

All For One was silent. He was tempted to tell him that he had killed Midoriya already, but had no desire or need to do so.

What was he to care for the dead now gone? Even if he had been a potential recruit, it mattered little to him now. Though he regretted not having been able to extend the offer aside from his rash actions.

The woman moaned quietly, her pale blind eyes glowing slightly in the darkness.

Izanagi

What is the price to be paid for the power to rewrite reality? Just removing your eyesight in one eye that can be returned with another jutsu or transplanted with medical surgery?

No. Izanagi was made a Forbidden Kinjutsu because of what it causes as a side effect to everyone else, not just the User.

The memories of the User, their existence and their personal lives, were removed after death. The name might remain if you had a substantial pull over history, but the personal beliefs, the ideas, the values of that person? Gone.

To use Izanagi was to stand for but a microsecond against the Tides of Fate, and the price was to be withered down to nothing after you are gone.

Your parents will remember you as their own. Your brothers will remember you if you had a deep impact upon them. But your clan, your family, history, will move on as if you never existed.

That was the price. It was never worth it. For whom will remember your sacrifice? For whom will mourn you? For whom will remember you after you are gone?

I only used it because my Rinnegan could nullify the effects of Izanagi. Mostly. Mom had been horrified to find she had only set one plate on the table and had burst into tears, wondering why she had forgotten her sweet boy.

My nickname, Ghost of the Uchiha Clan, was due to the fact that I used Izanagi to save the Clan from certain extinction, twice. Utilizing the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, I couldn't lose my eyesight from using the technique as long as I had enough chakra to activate the technique in both eyes, which I lacked for now.

The quirks I had obtained from copying All For One were, in a way, incomplete. I possessed the Quirks, but no knowledge on how to use them at the same proficiency. No doubt if I tried, I'd get barely any results. While some were passive, others took a lifetime to learn.

I didn't like using techniques I didn't know or see in their entirety with the Sharingan, so I'll forgo most of them for now. If anything, I'll hone my other skills until it's time for my debut in Ultra Academy.

Personally, I can't wait to see what All For One's reactions will be to my survival.

If anything it was even more awkward when All Might arrived looking like someone had killed his puppy.

"Izuku! Thank goodness you're alright! I thought a powerful villain somehow erased you from existence!"

I sighed and then smirked up at him. My Sharingan glowed ominously in the morning sun. "I'd like to see them try."

All Might laughed loudly in response, shaking his head slightly as he handed me the official paperwork for registration to get inside Ultra Academy.

A quick scan confirmed for me what I already suspected: classes lasted from roughly eight in the morning till five in the afternoon with an hour lunch. Classes were divided not by history or exams, but different aspects of being a hero.

Laws and Enforcement, Protocol Recognition and the boring like, Combat Training and Survival Learning, which I was excited for, and a class for Support and Medic Training.

Not bad, but it seemed a little too clinical, and my suspicion was raised at how varied the times each class had. Laws and Enforcement took up a huge portion of the day, even compared to Combat.

Thinking about it, I was frustrated to realize what was probably obvious to most people in this world.

They limited their heros. Limited them on what they could and couldn't do. Limited their potential on rules and regulations.

Which would be fine, if villains were ever inclined to follow the same rules. As if.

I nodded to All Might absent-mindedly as I walked toward the building, as I had been completing the paperwork in silence on the way there.

'What use is all the power in the world, if they were restrained by laws and legal debate?'

The Uchiha in me scoffed at the idea of following anyone's rules from my own. The Midoriya side acknowledged that without rules, only chaos would remain.

A compromise, I suppose. If the rules made sense, I'd abide. If they didn't, then… then this world would see the unstoppable mountain that I had been before and will become again.

I turned in my paperwork, acknowledged the clerk whose Quirk had been Speed Reading, and moved on.

The classroom was a buzz full of noise and I was frankly annoyed to see no one had acknowledged the yellow bag on the floor closest to the door.

Who had a Quirk. Quirk Suppression.

I raised one foot and slammed it down against the floor.

There was a surprising amount of resistance to my wood style. My guess was a material made of dense steel to deal with the various quirk abilities of the staff and students.

I tore through it like butter.

The wood exploded out of the ground, tearing through the yellow sleeping bag and ensnared the man within.

The man gasped and struggled, his quirk glowing as the cloth flew from around his neck toward me.

I raised a hand, my eyes unconsciously shifting into the Rinnegan.

The cloak froze and coiled in the air like a snake, struggling to find purchase from the power of my Gravity Well.

The man's red eyes glowed as he seemed to scowl. He was about to speak when my wood grew and gagged his mouth shut.

"My, my. Quirk Suppression and hidden in front of the door. If you wanted to ambush or kidnap us, that's a good way to do it. However…"

My hand clenched into a fist and the cloth was torn out from around his neck and clenched into a very tight ball.

The man's eyes widened in concern and shock.

"I wonder if you did your research."

The cloak fell to the floor and the wood style released the man, who gasped as he fell to his knees. He quickly stood up and his eyes glowed as the balled up cloak returned to him.

"Izuku Midoriya. What a problem child." The man's voice was soft and annoyed.

"I'm your homeroom teacher. Follow me outside for your first examination."

The man left the room, carefully walking around the wood as he called out loudly. "Clean that up Midoriya."

I shrugged and placed my hand on the wood.

Which slowly faded and sucked back into chakra. All that remained was a hole in the floor, which I ignored.

The rest of the class was silent and somewhat fearful. Ochako came and said hi quietly to me, which I returned, but no one else said a word.

I was annoyed and ignored Katsuki's word vomit, he wasn't worth my time.

The girl with a frog-like quirk said quietly. "Midoriya is scary, kero." She ribbited quietly.

I easily responded. "Only to my enemies. Otherwise, I'm as normal as it gets."

She squeaked. She honestly hadn't thought I heard her from across the classroom. I poked my left ear, referencing that part of my quirk was advanced hearing.

"Is there anything your Quirk, can't do, kero?!"

She said this at the same tone as before. Huh.

"I'm not sure. My Quirk is energy based with a focus on my eyes as its primary but I'm sure there are limits." I shrugged in response.

The class was less stifled now, Katsuki grumbling darkly in the corner while Ochako nodded slightly.

She seemed nervous, actually. More nervous than the rest. I didn't know why.

She whispered quietly, much softer than even the Frog-Quirk User. "His eyes are pretty."

My left eye twitched. The Uchiha in me was absolutely affronted that the legendary deadly eyes I wielded were considered pretty.

The Midoriya in me was pleased that a girl complimented me. Focus, Izuku, I chide myself. Enemies could be here even now.

We went outside, where the man, apparently now in a cloaked black shirt and jeans now, stood calmly.

"My name is Aizawa. Normally I'd go through this boring speech about what you should act as heros. Unfortunately for you, someone decided to be a show off." Aizawa glared at me and I decided to be a smug asshole.

I smirked and waved back at him.

His glare hardened before he sighed. "The Hero Exam is more than just crushing robots and saving people. It's an examination of your abilities. Today I'll be pairing you all against each other. Those in the last five spots are expelled immediately. Midoriya, use your quirk to launch this baseball as far as you can." He threw a plain baseball at me.

I grabbed out of the air as I leapt down next to him as I looked out into the open air space.

I could use my Rinnegan to accelerate the ball with pure gravity, but honestly, I just felt like having fun.

Let's get wild! My grin widened as I felt my Chakra surge.

I tossed the ball up casually, where it flew a few feet up in the air as I blew out the air through my mouth.

'Wind Style: Projectile Acceleration.'

The air moved so fast that it made a loud snapping sound, the ball exploding forward and into the air.

It flew until it couldn't be seen by normal eyes. My Sharingan could see it, but that was more so my Chakra lingering very slightly on the ball itself. That would fade in a few moments.

I asked lightly, smirking. "So, what happens if the ball hits the spatial barrier against the atmosphere?"

Aizawa sighed. "Infinite. Pass. Go sit down you arrogant brat."

I shrugged, going back to sit next to Ochako, nodding to her look of awe and slight dismay.

The rest of the class was silent, but Frog Girl ribbeted. "Izuku is scary, kero." Katsuki looked outraged and unhappy. He was looking down at his hands, the mini sparks of explosives absent.

My Sharingan could see his reaction. His true reaction. Katsuki was a lot like Naruto, I acknowledge grudgingly.

He didn't have his pure heart or his potential. No, but he does have the drive to success and constantly feels powerless. His powerless feelings manifested as rage and anger, contempt to the weak as contempt to his weaker self.

If Katsuki had the Kyubbi, the boy would be constantly erupting in the malevolent hate of the bijuu's Chakra, I noted wryly.

The rest of the class took turns with the ball, Ochako going last. Before she went up, I poked her nose teasingly. Her nervousness vanished as she squeaked, her eyes glancing confused toward me.

I smirked as I pointed at her hand. "You can remove gravity from an object. Gravity is what keeps us on the earth. Get the idea?"

Ochako looked confused but nodded hesitantly.

Ochako went down and grabbed the ball. Aizawa gave her a slow, rather bored, nod.

My Sharingan instantly shifted into the Eternal Mangekyo. I wanted every microsecond of this to be recorded.

Ochako's Quirk didn't just affect gravity, it had a noticeable effect on friction. Her nausea is her accidentally applying the frictionless and gravityless process to herself on a much smaller level.

Ochako looked back at me, her gaze confused and worried. I gave her a nod and a smirk. 'You got this.'

She nodded, taking a deep breath, before she affirmed her stance. She tapped the ball with a finger, and threw it as hard as she could.

Force equals mass times acceleration. Ochako can move and act fairly well in nominal conditions.

No gravity and lowered friction normally means the object doesn't lose force, constantly moving at the same rate.

Unless you apply wind. The higher up you go, the faster winds move.

So the rest of the class looked awed and horrified to see the small baseball launch itself high into the air, and then abruptly blur out of sight.

Ochako gasped as she muttered. "I don't feel nauseous?" She looked confused.

I elaborated. "You control gravity through your touch. Every time you accidentally use your whole hand, you're likely using too much of the special Quirk skin cells. The result is nausea. I thought using a finger might help more."

She gaped at me. "When did, how did you?"

I smirked. "Back at the entrance exam, before the exam building. You touched me and released me almost in seconds. Afterwards, I realized you didn't seem nauseous. You tapped me with a few fingers, not your whole hand."

Ochako looked starstruck, the rest of the class was floored. Aizawa sighed. "So the arrogant problem child can see details. Great. We're moving on now."

The next step was a strength challenge, being one where you hit as hard as possible and lifted as much as you could.

I went first again. It seemed our homeroom teacher wanted me out of the way.

I had Chakra control to use Tsunade's technique, but there are other less costly abilities.

I looked at the huge black metal plate in front of me and scoffed.

'Earth Style: Greater Impact!'

I slammed my fist into the plate, my skin now a black color as my Chakra rushed through me.

The plate cracked and exploded into shards of metal no bigger than a finger, as did the four plates behind the first one.

This technique was a counter to Hashirama's Summoning Gate Walls, the Rashomon.

The sixth plate had severe cracks throughout it, but it held.

Aizawa coughed lightly, his eyes looking at the damage.

He muttered. "Problem child. Average strike of 5 Tons."

I shrugged as I released the technique.

The rest of the class continued, with Ochako really struggling to do anything to the black plates of dense metal.

Katsuki attempted to explode the metal plate with his fist, but was surprised to find himself flying back a few feet.

My Sharingan recorded the whole thing, my eyes narrowing at the realization that the metal itself was far too dense to be damaged from his weaker explosions. His stronger explosions would likely put everyone around him at risk.

The next test was a speed test, one that was both a 50 and 300 feet meter run. The 50 was pure speed per second, but the 300 was a three lap course, adjusting for longer times and natural longer movements.

The 50 meter was easily done, blurring through the air in roughly 3 seconds using the basic rapid movement technique. Aizawa looked annoyed at me as I continued to nearly outshine the class. I didn't really care, aside from slowly chatting and relaxing with Ochako and Frog Quirk girl. I still didn't know her name, I'm considering asking it after the whole examination is over.

The three laps were interesting, Katsuki using his controlled explosions to launch himself repeatedly through the air, having to adjust for his movement speed when he accidentally launched himself too far. Engine Quirk user was doing extremely well, having completed over a third of the first lap in one second.

"Lightning Style. Lightning Armor. Gate One, Open."

Electricity crackled around my frame, blue-ish energy sparking around the air near me.

I moved, blurring instantly as I overtook the Engine Quirk user and then completed the remaining laps in less than ten seconds.

I quickly deactivated both techniques, sighing as I relished in the semi-basic healing energy that Hashirama's Mokuton gave me. Truth be told, without the Mokuton, I likely wouldn't have been able to abuse my abilities like I had been.

The Engine Quirk user looked pleased and frustrated that he beat the class, but lost to me. He looked hesitantly curious. "What was that, Midoriya-san?"

I grinned. "My Quirk's energy seems to derive itself from Seven Elemental Components. Lightning, Earth, Water, Fire, Air, Light, and Dark. Using Lightning to enhance my muscles and nerve reaction time means I move four times my normal speed."

The teenager's mouth gaped as he stared at me before he grumbled. "Lucky."

I shrugged. "It takes work to do. What you're seeing was easily 24/7 almost a full year of work. I think I slept maybe 4 hours a night, on the nights I did sleep."

Aizawa called out. "Problem child, you can burn yourself out that way." His voice was casual yet blunt in his honesty.

I shrugged again as I looked back at him, my Sharingan spinning lazily. "I've needed less and less sleep after my Quirk activated."

Obviously. Chakra is pure vitality, the essence of pure energy converted for human use. The more chakra you had, the more available energy. In children, this made them extremely hyper, unable to concentrate or focus. Excess energy needed an outlet, and the human body could only contain so much.

In adults, excess chakra could actually kill you. Too much excess energy could cause heart attacks, destroy the very structure of the circulatory system, and even destroy your chakra coils. That's the main reason the Eight Gates killed their users, forceful conversion of their own biomass into pure chakra.

Hashirama and I were one of a very small handful of individuals to have been essentially born lucky. Excess chakra didn't destroy the body in us, instead it forced faster growth and maturation of their chakra coils. The Uzumaki Clan as a whole had a similar mutation, but with the unfortunate twist of it only giving higher vitality and chakra, not growth as a whole.

I breathed deeply, focusing inwards on my chakra coils. Feeling them out. Ever since the usage of Izanagi, my chakra coils had more than quadrupled in size and structure.

Perhaps Izanagi had inadvertently expanded and increased my growth?

While Active Quirks would likely take months or years to learn and master, passive Quirks were quite useful.

Mind Wall. Life Extension. Stabilization. Energy Nullification. Stasis. Sense Evil.

To be honest, a good chunk of these quirks were already useless, as the Rinnegan had many of these abilities and more, but the usage of these quirks were fantastic because, as I had just realized, the Rinnegan stabilized and altered the quirks in question. As well as the added bonus of these passive Quirks being used even without the Rinnegan awakened.

Mind Wall was untouched, being a passive quirk that blocks all mind based quirks on him.

Life Extension simply expanded his life span, but his Rinnegan had altered that to include expanding his life energy, his chakra as a whole. Even now he could feel the Quirk passively increasing his coils. He reckoned in roughly ten or so years, he'd have the same chakra as he did in his final stages of life.

Stabilization was an odd one. All the Quirk initially did was stabilize himself, keeping him from being knocked off balance by another quirk. The Rinnegan didn't touch up this one either.

Energy Nullification was the real prize. Initially, it would have been a hindrance, destroying his ability to utilize ninjutsu or chakra based abilities within a few feet of himself. Now, he could actively choose which energy based abilities to nullify, actively excluding chakra from the list.

Stasis is similar but separate to Life Extension. Stasis meant he could hold his body in a certain state passively, in this case the Quirk could hold him at a certain stage of his life. With the Rinnegan, he could now actively change his growth rate. Useful if he needed to scout as an old man, or as a young child to sneak into territory without altering his abilities.

Sense Evil was a strange one. Initially, all it did was allow you to sense the intentions of others toward yourself. The Rinnegan had massively overhauled this, essentially making him able to sense the darker thoughts of others around him within a three mile radius. This would normally drive others insane, but he had an entire lifetime of war and espionage to fall back on.

And then, the real prize, the ultimate gem.

Stockpile.

The ability to accumulate energy. Originally, this quirk was useless on it's own, most likely paired with All For One's active Quirks to gather multiple quirks into single combined abilities and synergize seamlessly with his main quirk. Interestingly, this quirk was identical to the one All Might had, which made me question if All Might obtained this quirk from All For One, or if All Might had the quirk as an inheritance quirk passed down his bloodline.

I chuckled darkly.

The ability to accumulate energy was no joke in it's own right. In the hands of All Might, the man could alter the weather with a single punch.

In my hands, the quirk itself was altered. Now I had no capacity limit. My chakra coils could expand effectively forever, I could gain strength indefinitely. I had no ceiling of human potential nor human growth.

Aizawa's eyes narrowed as he looked into mine, his red eyes glowing ominously into my own as he seemed to see something that put him on edge.

If the home teacher wants to test my limits, why not oblige the man? I could use a warm up.

"Midoriya. Survive."

Aizawa's drawl ended in a cold tone, as he suddenly sprinted at me, his blade extended for my throat.

[Eraserhead Pov]

Tsk. Asking All Might and a few other heroes to try and catch the problem child off guard to test his limits was an annoyance, but the lack of limits, the versatility, and frankly, the dangerous combat focused abilities the young man had meant that they needed a deeper understanding of what he could and couldn't do in order to teach the child humility, and more importantly so he could see that he couldn't rely only on himself.

Aiming the blade at the young man's neck, the blade's edge was blunted and wouldn't do more than bruise the young man, All Might appeared from above, his elbow aimed down at Midoriya.

Kamui was behind the young man, roughly fifteen feet away, and had his wood extension quirk rushing at the young man from behind.

And then the whole plan went to shit.

Midoriya's eyes gazed at me, his cold glowing three tomoe shifting into a different design, and then turned a reddish purple, with rings appearing around the whole eye itself, tomoe designs appearing on the rings themselves.

"Limbo."

His blade was blocked instantly, an invisible presence slamming hard into his stomach and Aizawa couldn't even draw a breath from the impact before he was slammed to the ground, an invisible cold hand on his throat.

Kamui didn't fare much better, the wooden tendrils having rotted apart instantly as the young hero was knocked out instantly by a similar presence.

All Might was frozen in mid air, literally.

Ice hissed and cracked into the air, thick sheets of ice that shouldn't have been possible, and even All Might was unnerved by the fact that said sheets appeared instantly.

At 50% One For All, the ice didn't even buckle under the intense physical energy.

Aizawa drew in a shaky breath as he was hauled up, looking into Midoriya's eyes.

He fucked up.

The problem child didn't even move, his confidence and arrogance unshaken. "Reality is what people believe it to be. If our senses cannot be trusted, what does it mean when reality itself can be fractured by what you think is or isn't real?"

The young teen faded away like an illusion, a much broader and more physically fit older man taking Midoriya's place.

Pure black hair shifted in a silent wind, the world frozen in suspension. The sky was black, and a blood red moon hung impossibly large over the scene.

"My name is Madara Uchiha, and I am the Man Who Became A God. Now, be gone!"

The whole vision fractured like glass, and Aizawa found himself feeling vertigo as he was apparently in front of the class, after having told them that no one would be expelled.

He was shaken. Was what happened real? Was it an illusion brought by his fear of the young prodigy going villain and rogue? Could his brain even create such an intense fiction? His erasure quirk didn't work earlier against the young prodigy either. Was the young man a new Mutant type of Quirk User?

He shook his head, exhausted and drained as he dismissed the class, ignoring the way the young problem child looked bemused. Bah. He didn't get paid enough for this.

[Izuku POV]

Well, that was fun. I had cast a mid-tier Genjutsu on the teacher. Both to learn of his quirk and how it functioned, as well as get a deeper understanding of how he operates. Not bad, reminds me of some of my more paranoid clan members.

As the class filed out and had me as their representative, much to Katsuki's growing ire, I was surprised once we arrived at the cafeteria that the sound system went off.

"Attention. Security Breach Level 3. Please walk calmly and quickly to the nearest available exits."

The rest of the students looked ready to freak out, my Sharingan noting the fear and concern on everyone's faces. I sighed. These were the professional heroes of tomorrow? Definitely need to get used to the unexpected. That said, I had no desire to deal with a panicked mob and/or a riot.

Pressure

The whole room stood still, as everyone felt the immense pressure and coldness exuding from Izuku Midoriya. The red Sharingan spinning coldly as he announced firmly.

"Be at ease and be attentive. We're all here to become heroes. We are no longer civilians. We cannot panic. Think calmly, think proactively. Move forward in two file lines toward the emergency exits and do not trample one another."

I sighed, watching as everyone moved calmly and quietly. I was one of the last to leave, surprised to find that Ochako had looked starstruck at my calm authority and Frog Quirk User croaked appreciatively at the fact that I represented the class well in the unexpected crisis.

That was mostly an uneventful day, although I had finally learned the Frog Quirk User's name. Tsuyu Asui.

Apparently most didn't see past her deadpan expression and how flatly she spoke, even as she spoke her mind constantly and freely. After dealing with the ever-stoic Hyugga however, she was absolutely refreshing to work with by comparison.

Mina Ashido, Mina as I'll refer to her, had the Quirk Acid Formation, being able to create acid from her skin. Her pink skin and unique features were also a side effect of her Quirk, being extremely resistant to her own acidic creations, though not immune to them in the long term.

Momo Yaoyozoru, frankly just Momo, had the ability to create items or machinery as long as she had the exact atomic design memorized, using the same elements she absorbed through her food and drink. It was similar to 'Creation of All Things', at a much more limited scale. She expressly admitted feeling overshown when I had recreated the entire city block in an instant.

I had dryly pointed out that the cost had been unconsciousness and blind for a few hours even after waking up. To be fair, the blindness was a lie, but she didn't need to know that. The stunned silence from her and a rather dry "Yeah. I'm good now." response a minute later helped her feel better about herself.

Toru Hagakure, Toru for short, was a woman dressed in the school uniform. Her Quirk, an inherited one apparently, was that she was invisible. Or rather, was supposed to be invisible. I had blankly admitted that I could see her easily and freely, due to my Sharingan. She had looked stunned and had asked me how that was possible.

Her cells weren't technically invisible. Rather, her cells were able to manipulate the way light refracted around each other. By being able to do so, she could simultaneously see the world around her, without compromising her invisible nature.

My Sharingan sees energy in all its forms and down to the nanoscale, at the cost of needing to focus to do so. I could see her as easily as I can see anyone else. I even expressed that I could do the exact same thing.

"Hidden Leaf Formation."

The class blinked as not only did I become invisible, but so did my clothes and armor I wore.

"That's totally unfair." She pouted. I poked her forehead, my Sharingan spinning lazily as I snorted.

"You can technically do the same thing, Toru. Your Quirk isn't Invisibility. It's Light Refraction. If it was true invisibility, you'd be blind as the light would go right through your retinal nerve. You just need to practice trying to change what you can and can't do."

She frowned, but nodded hesitantly and thanked me for the advice, as I returned to the visible spectrum.

The evening passed uneventfully, and then the next day came with what had been the usual boring morning long study of the laws and permissions a fully licensed hero possessed and what they could and could not do.

Then the interesting time came along once we went on a bus to a weather-based facility designed to test us on disaster response threats, with a very powerful Quirk User named Thirteen.

Her Quirk was Blackhole. The ability to create blackholes anywhere on her body. She demonstrated a way to utilize it for 'good' to absorb rubble.

Then things became interesting. A purple smoke covered the room, and a few dozen quirks appeared out of nowhere.

A young man with Touch Disintegration. An older gentleman with Gaseous Teleportation. Various thugs with minor quirks that frankly didn't matter all that much to me.

And a huge being with multiple quirks alongside an exposed brain. The huge thing walked beside the young man. A young man who apparently also had a bunch of detached hands on his face.

Pretty hardcore, I have to admit. Perhaps he could control those hands remotely and extend his quirk through those as well as his own skin? Reminded me of the Kaguya clansman I had fought once back in the Clan War Days. What was his name? Hirojishi. The man had been using the ribs and spines of his enemies to add to his own bone weaponry. Made me smile, remembering those good old days. Nothing but fights and helping my brother. The two of us against the world.

My smile dropped after that. The aching pain. The loss of my brother. The sheer cold rage I felt as Tobirama dared to use my brother's likeness against me. Sasuke Uchiha wasn't my descendant. He'd been the great-grandson of my brother, Izuna.

Aizawa barked out for everyone to leave, and the training session was canceled. A few of my classmates were paralyzed with fear. The young man called out. "How disappointing. All Might was supposed to be here."

The man's voice became cold and dark, almost manic. "Do you think he'll appear if we greet him with the bodies of everyone here?"

The villains spread out and launched an assault. Thirteen was about to utilize her quirk, before I noticed the Gaseous Teleportation Quirk User had extended his quirk around her body. Within an instant, my Sharingan saw what was going to happen.

Thirteen gasped as she found herself flung onto her back on the ground next to her students. She felt like she just got hit by a truck, and immediately stood back up only to blink as she wasn't sure what she was looking at.

The man was gasping for air, his form flickering between gas and physical state. Izuku's hand was outstretched and clamped firmly on what appeared to be a metal collar of sorts.

The young man further back scowled. "Damn it! Stop interfering! Nomu, kill the brat!"

The now named Nomu launched forward, it's speed was blisteringly fast as the monster crossed the clearing in less than a second, his fist ready to hit Izuku within less than two seconds.

Izuku flung the half-state man, who immediately teleported away as he fled back to the younger man across the clearing.

The Nomu roared as it smashed it's fist against Izuku. The impact alone crushed the surrounding ground into dust as the rest of the class screamed for Izuku to dodge. The younger man cackled madly as he relished the first death among many.

The dust cleared, only to reveal Izuku was not only unharmed, but unfazed. He dusted off his metallic armor, ignoring the monstrous enemy right next to him as the being struggled to move violently. Bright red seals covered every inch of the being's frame.

Then Izuku's hand reached out and grabbed Nomu's exposed brain. For a brief second, it looked like nothing happened, and then the monstrous opponent collapsed, the brain turned into pulp.

And then the sheer force hit them all. Every villain and hero struggled to stay on their feet as the cold endless nearly psychotic rage hit each and every one of them.

Izuku's eyes were bleeding, the black spinning tomoe giving way to a design that made everyone's skin crawl.

Izuku's voice echoed across the silent clearing. His fists clenched. His voice was flat and yet blistering.

"You absolute sick fucks."

Izuku reached down and grabbed the clearly dead Nomu, and then flung it to the right, where a huge thing appeared. It looked like a gigantic head with ringed eyes, the mouth opening to consume the dead Nomu whole.

[Izuku POV]

I had lived through the worst period in Shinobi history. I lived in a time where children were just tools used in an endless war between clans, where wars were as common as the weekly news. Bodies piled by the dozens.

The one thing I could say was at least shinobi kept their blood filled wars to themselves. Very rarely were civilians ever in those conflicts. It was an unspoken rule that civilians weren't a part of the wars between clans and shinobi. The very few who broke this rule were hunted down and slaughtered. By everyone. Partially because of the fact that civilians were in much higher numbers than shinobi, acting as the farmers and as the supply line for the countries as a whole, and partially because of the fact that to break such an unspoken rule was to say that you had no limits in whom or what you would do. A lawless tyrant with no restraint was frankly too dangerous to be left unchecked, regardless of where or whom said tyrant came from.

My rage and endless fury broke my control as I hissed out in absolute rage.

"You absolute sick fucks."

Her name was Maya. She was four years old. She didn't understand why her parents looked so disappointed in her. She didn't understand why everyone picked on her and called her useless. One day she had found herself locked out of her home, and had cried and begged to come in. The house was empty. Her family had abandoned her.

She had been found by the doctor. Her family's doctor. The man offered her a place to stay while they found her family.

She wished she had never accepted the offer. Years of experimentations. Years of pain and agony as her body was torn apart and put back together wrong. Again and again.

The last thing she felt was the endless pain of the doctor messing with her brain, her endless silent begging met with a final relief as a nice older man offered her a way out. She took it gladly.

"Thank you, Izuku-nee." The brother she wished she had always had.

I absolutely snapped. The small part of Izuku's innocence that had believed in the goodness of the modern world was absolutely crushed and buried. Immediately I was aware of something I hadn't anticipated.

A new Mangekyo. As Madara, I already possessed the Eternal Mangekyo. The abilities of my brother and my own. I hadn't expected or realized that Izuku himself could awaken an ocular ability.

My head snapped back, my eyes bleeding as my chakra rushed out of control. My perfect control was shot, my absolute unholy rage snapping to further and further heights.

"Mokuton Clone Jutsu."

Wooden branches grew out of my left arm, a duplicate of myself appearing. With violent wind bursts, I blasted away the villains from near Aizawa, who had been struggling against the twenty or so individuals. Once the villains were neatly separated from my class and my teachers, my clone popped out of the concrete ground and slammed his hand on the ground.

"Single Point Space Barrier."

A black oval shaped barrier sealed the whole group of villains inside with me. None could see within the barrier. The younger man, who had been stunned, was frothing with rage.

"What the fuck, you absolute fucktwat! You destroyed my Nomu! This wasn't supposed to happen!"

The Gaseous Teleportation User was horrified as he yelled out. "Shigaraki, I can't teleport past this barrier!"

Clap. Clap. Clap.

The villains flinched, seeing that the young pro-hero-to-be was clapping slowly, coldly, his face set in a flat empty smile with glowing red eyes that promised unholy agony.

"Congratulations. You've all helped me awaken a new ocular ability that I haven't tested out before, and you all have pissed me off so much that your free trial of life and existence has just expired."

The black tomoe spun and merged, growing into a unique design that sent chills down their spines. Across the world, a single image was repeated that showed the lethality of its contents. A single image that was now staring them all back in the face.

A glowing red biohazard symbol.

Two new abilities stood out to me as I felt the power of the new unique ocular abilities inside my eyes. One of which was not something I needed to share right now.

The other? Oh, the other had far too much potential and fun to be had not to test it out.

I gave a cold chuckle, enjoying the rising subtle signs of fear in my opponents faces. I will relish each and every one of their deaths, although I may keep a few alive, I mused. More puppets to infiltrate the League of Villains. While I am under All Might, and therefore the Hero Faction, why not branch out and see what the dark side of this world has to offer?

Black ashes hissed into existence, collecting into a black mask of undefinable features in my right hand. It was ironic, I mused to myself. Izuku Midoriya always looked up to people. Looked up to his heroes. Looked up to his bully. Looked up at the world that had deemed him beneath their notice and beneath their attention.

How fitting then, that Izuku Midoriya gained the power to become anyone that he had seen with his own eyes at any point in his lifetime.

That now also included my lifetime, and my eyes had been used long after I was dead as well. How fitting.

The black mask fit over my face, and the villains looked horrified to see the figure shifted rapidly, gaining height and mass as the over-bearing pressure of the beings' presence suffocated them.

"I really should thank you for giving me back a way for me to return to my original body once more. Even if it's for a limited time."

Long white hair flowed down in waves, a similar long cloak of white and black, nine tomoe stitched into the back. Glowing red rinnegan eyes gazed down upon them all, as a God would look upon insects of the world he had crafted by his own hands.

Tomura Shiguraki looked at the floating being in front of him, unaware that the hand covering his face had fallen from the ominous wind that had hit them at the being's creation. He whispered in horror, and slight trepidation.

"What are you?"

A cold manic smile greeted his question, and a deep laugh echoed through the silence as the being, no, the God, responded.

"I am Madara Uchiha. The God of This World."