Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia or any of the characters or ideas within it.

It wasn't long after the first blessed child was born that more and more people were receiving blessings. Many of them had used their blessings to garner support and form cults to the gods that gave them power, all the while governments tried their best to understand the reason behind these sudden powers. Among this new generation of chosen ones and messiahs were two brothers whose names are lost to time now. The older brother was blessed by Epimetheus and bore a simple tattoo that covered most of his body. The younger bore no tattoo and was sickly and frail. As time marched on, the older brother found his blessing granted him the power to take and bestow blessings from people at will, with each new blessing being added onto his own. The younger brother saw how this corrupted the other and fought against him.

"What you're doing is wrong and you know it," the younger brother stated, "Who are you to play God amongst the people, deciding who is worthy of power? And all while manipulating and blackmailing them into submission, you are a disgrace!"

The older brother stared down at the pale man, who still looked down on him despite his power, "I am blessed by the titan Epimetheus, the one who gave gifts to all the world's creatures except man, and it is only fitting that I take up his mantle and finish the job. People should be overjoyed to worship me, as I can give them whatever they desire, so why won't you?" he asked, glaring at the younger sibling.

"I would rather die than worship a tyrant like you! These gifts are not yours to abuse, and if you still had any humanity left you would see that!" he screamed, still trying to get through to his brother.

Hearing this, the older brother grabbed his sibling by the throat and said, "Your lack of a blessing has made you jealous dear brother. But don't worry, I can help you see why I deserve worship, even from people like you." He then proceeded to forcefully imbue the younger sibling with the blessing of a minor god that didn't even bare a name. A blessing that would allow him to store energy in his body, so perhaps he would no longer be so frail. Once the transfer had finished a small tattoo appeared on the brother's neck as the older one stood still grasping his sibling, "There, now you can have a power of your own. Don't ever say I never did anything for you," he said before he threw him onto the ground before leaving him to rot alone.

What the older brother failed to realize was his sibling was indeed blessed like he was, his blessing had only been awakened by the appearance of the new one. As the younger sibling lay on the floor, he felt his new blessing continue to change as it traveled down and settled over his chest. The power was absorbed by his original blessing, and it was revealed that he was blessed by none other than Prometheus. With his power, he found that he could transfer his blessing down to other people and that each time the blessing would grow in power equal to the previous holders. On that day, the brother vowed to take his sibling down, no matter how long it took to do so, no matter how many people needed to fight, one day he knew that some good would prevail over his evil brother.

"And that is the story of my blessing young Midoriya," Toshinori stated as they both overlooked the trash-ridden beach in front of them. He figured this would be as secluded as they could get given the abhorrent look and smell of the trash heap surrounding them.

The boy was in shock and awe at the story he had just heard, having his perception of blessings turned upside down and finding even more reason to admire All Might. "So, this all happened nearly a century ago, was the older brother ever defeated?" he asked.

"No." Toshinori paused for a moment before saying, "He is still out there, and while I've tried my hardest to put him away, the closest I ever got was our fight 5 years ago." He felt some pain in his abdomen as he remembered the fight that put both the hero and villain out of commission for some time. "That is why I need a successor, one who I could trust would take up the mantle and put an end to him if I could not. That is why I chose you Midoriya," he looked back down at the boy with a smirk on his face.

Izuku was conflicted hearing this, as his mind considered everything he asked, "Wouldn't it be better for someone else to receive your blessing? Someone with one of their own already?" He was flattered by the offer, but he knew there were better candidates for that power. Hell, Kaachan was determined to be the next number-one hero, and even with his rough exterior Izuku knew that he would do his best to make good on that promise.

"Anyone can be born blessed young Midoriya, the gods throw their gifts around like it's nothing to them. Very few have the heart of a hero, to step in and help even when it's none of your business. It's a skill that can't be taught, but you, young Midoriya, have it," he said as he looked Midoriya in the eyes, "It's that same heart that convinced my master to pass it on to me despite having no blessing of my own."

Izuku couldn't help but feel seen as he realized his idol had started the same way he did, and that he was now given the chance to follow in his footsteps. He nodded and said, "So what do I do now?"

All Might laughed as he got up from where they had been sitting, "That's the spirit! Now for starters, you'll need to clear this entire beach before the U.A. entrance exam. After all, I can't very well teach you if you don't go to my school."

Izuku's face went from a look of determination to a surprised and confused expression, "What?! The whole beach? And how is that supposed to help me get into U.A.?"

All Might's smile grew even larger as he began to explain, "Heroes started as volunteer workers you know? And what better way to train your body than by doing some community service along with it." The hero handed the freckled boy a stack of papers as he said, "This beach won't be your only training ground though, we only have 10 months before the entrance exam, so we have to get your body in shape!"

Izuku looked down at the paper, "' Pass the test American Dream Plan '? Is this all going to help me train with your blessing?" he asked, thinking it would be good to train with this new power before anything.

"No!" All Might said laughing as his protégé seemed to trip after hearing him, "You may have the heart, but the rest of your body isn't ready for this power. Imagine if I tried to charge my phone with a bolt of lightning, the whole thing would explode!" He watched as the boy in front of him envisioned his own body exploding before his eyes, "That's why we need to train you up before you can accept this!"

In a flash Izuku saw All Might flex every muscle and return to his peak form, ripping the white shirt he had on before. On the chest of the hero laid an intricate tattoo that spread from one shoulder to the next with the center being dominated by a bald eagle surrounded by flames. He understood the flames to represent Prometheus, but the boy imagined that the eagle had come from the hero's love for the states.

"Now," the hero said grabbing another shirt from a duffel bag, "Your hero training can truly begin!"

Over the next ten months, the pair worked tirelessly day after day to prepare the boy's body for receiving the power. There were a few hiccups, especially when Izuku had attempted to train more than his body could handle, but they made steady progress throughout the year.

They weren't the only ones who were training though, and in a gym far from the beach, Katsuki was busy beating a punching bag.

The boy was a regular here, knowing that only heroes were allowed to train their quirks, he knew he had to improve his physical prowess if he wanted to stand out from the crowd of extras that wanted his seat at U.A. Especially Izuku. "RAAAGH!" he screamed as he punched, the bag swinging far from the boy, every time he thought back to that moment, to any moment with him he was filled with rage. He walked away from the bag and sat down on a nearby bench looking at his arms as sweat dripped from his face.

Both of his arms were covered in explosive tattoos that signified his power. He had been praised since the day they appeared for them and had been told that his luck was truly astronomical. To have not just an Olympian blessing, but one that covered both his arms fully, meant that he was destined for greatness.

And yet.

There was one who never seemed to get it. No matter how much he reminded him, or how different they were, he was always there to make him feel powerless.

"That damn reject!" he yelled, getting the attention of none of the gym goers who were used to his outbursts by now. What gave Izuku the idea that he could save Bakugou when he couldn't even save himself from Bakugou? It made his blood boil as he got back up and resumed punching the poor bag in front of him.

"He'll see! I'll make him see!" he said punching even harder than before, "I'll never let that reject save me!" With one last punch, he knocked the bag off the hook.

As it collided with the wall behind it a man with a tattoo on his knuckles came by and said, "You know you're going to pay for that right?"

"FUCK!"

Author's Note: Another one down, that's two in one day. Not too shabby if I do say so myself, even if I still feel it's pretty close to the original. There'll be more changes to the story with time, but I wanted to lay the groundwork from the beginning. Hopefully, the section with Bakgou was a nice break from the retelling of the story. Anyways if you're still reading thank you and see you in the next chapter.