After I saw the music video's of League of Legends, this idee wouldn't let me go. So here I am!
I hope you can read this comfortabel, because english isn't my first language. This is also my first time posting a fiction I wrote in english, so please be lenient with you correction.
Izuku was a Quirkless person in a world filled with powerful people. That fact was shown to him again and again. His best friends suddenly dispraised him and bullied him like no tomorrow. His mom couldn't look at him, without breaking into tears, and all because he didn't have a power.
His world was falling apart and without him knowing, he had to decide to know how his life would go on. In a different world he would do nothing and just life his pitiful life till a miracle happened, but in this world he chose differently.
On one of his Hero watching evenings, after school, he clicked on a video that showed a different kind of hero. It was an old show, from before the Quirk Era, that showed how the hero fought against the villain with his fist and feet. There wasn't a moment where one of the people activated a power, they just fought the old-fashioned way.
So interested in it, began Izuku to look into all those videos. He was captivated by them and after a month he started trying out the moves, that he saw. His mother didn't know, anything about it, while he tried to kick and hit imagination villains in his head.
At the start he did it just out of fun, he just wanted to play a little.
Then he hit a bully of his back. It was accidental, his fist just did the motion of the hit he tried so often in the garden, it was reflexes. There wasn't any harm done to the bullies, not really, but it was enough of a surprise that the stupid Deku fought back. Taking advantage of the surprise, Izuku ran as fast as he could away. His heart beat was faster as usual, but not because he was afraid. No, he was exited!
It opened a whole new world for him.
His mother didn't have the money to let him attend a Dojo where he could learn to fight, and he was sure that they would have something against a Quirkless person that wanted to learn fighting. So he didn't even ask.
Luckily, there were enough videos on the internet. Looking at videos on how to train, how to move and fighting moves, was enough for the intelligent child. He was just 6, but he wanted something, so he learned.
The garden became his most visited place. There he could train and move like he wanted. He thought about fighting back, but after some thinking, he decided that it would be best top go about it differently. After all, he didn't want the people to come back, so they could teach the quirkless person his place. It could very well make everything worse if he fought back. How could he do it?
His answer came to him as he watched an old TV series. He smiled as he saw it, "Yes that would do nicely."
The next week, Izuku gathered information, like the people in their series did. It was surprisingly effective. After he knew all he got to knew, he started his plan.
In the next month, his bullies would get scared. They found photos of them beating the defenseless Izuku in the mail, began getting crazy letters, SMS from unknown numbers and even scary callings.
Izuku made them scared, and then he sent them all a letter, "Stop your villainies' behavior, if you want peace." It worked like a charm.
They didn't bully him anymore and started ignoring him. It was perfect, that Izuku couldn't hide the skip in his walk.
His life was far calmer after that.
After his seventh birthday, he hit a wall in his training. While his body was fit, and he knew the moves by hearth, he didn't improve anymore.
After a bit of research, he concluded that it was because he didn't have real battle experience.
How could he get that?
His answer came from a thief that wanted to snatch his purse. A dark alley and a short fight later, and Izuku knew now how dangerous a simple knife could be. Sure, he had won the fight, but the knife had slashed his arm pretty deep. He knew now how important battle experience was, he wouldn't have thought that a knife was dangerous.
He needed to learn more, he still wanted to be a hero. And when he wanted to be a quirkless hero, he needed to be better.
After that, he began fights with small thugs and other criminals that didn't get much attention from the police. An identity as a new Vigilant, wasn't on his to-do list, so he tried to stay small and unseen.
In the next months he was often hurt and came back home bleeding and broken bones, but he learned every time, so he healed, trained and did it again.
It was a little concerning, that his mother didn't say anything about his injuries. Didn't she care?
But after he heard her crying in the night, because she couldn't help him, he understood. She still thought that he was bullied. She couldn't do anything, because the teacher didn't care and what ever she did the people just wouldn't stop.
Should he stop, for her sake?
Looking down at his calloused hand, he knew that he wasn't normal. No normal seven years old had such hands, but they also didn't know how to fight against dump thugs older than them. His fights were always with the weak criminals Thugs, Thief or something, because at the moment he wasn't strong enough for bigger fish.
No, he couldn't stop. He wanted to be a hero!
Apologizing in his heart to his mother, he tried to say more often that he loved her and show her how important she was, but didn't stop his fighting. He hoped she would never find out.
With his eight birthday there was the final thing that would forever change his life. He meet his teacher.
After he had finished his fight with a thug that tried to force a woman, he looked around to make sure that he left nothing behind. His eyes meet a pair of glasses. Shocked, he stepped back, "How did you get here?" he asked shocked. Not a sound was heard from the man as he went to the Thug and looked him over, with his foot he shoved him on his back and looked at the damage Izuku had made.
Izuku was starting to panic, as he saw the man. For a whole year he stayed hidden, from the public. After his third fight, he even made sure that a Hoddy hide his face from the Criminals that he beat to a pulp. Not that even one of them ever talked about him, he made sure after all that he always got a good hit on the head of his victims. Even if they talked, most police officer would think twice about believing a person that had a hard hit to the head.
But now he had a person that saw him fight, saw his face, because he pulled the hod of his Hoddy down. He could just beat the person too, but he didn't do anything yet. Izuku's Plan was to be a hero, so how could he beat an innocent man?
Maybe he could talk to the man and convince him to stay silent?
Just as he was about to open his mouth, the man spoke in a calm voice "You are good, even if your technique is crude." his glassed look was on Izuku "Self-taught?" was the simple question.
Confused over the calm voice, Izuku just looked at the man. He was in his early 30, he has glasses on that hide his eyes in the way they reflected the light. He had on a black Jeans, a gray Hoddy like Izuku and over that a long red Jacket.
"You have potential, too bad there is nobody to teach you. Or am I wrong?" he stood up, calm and at ease. No normal person would be calm in this situation or would ask something like that, "Who are you?" asked Izuku suspicious.
The man chuckled, he slowly made his way to Izuku, "I am always searching for more people that would like a spot in a … game. I'm pretty sure you also would like it." Izuku was wary, he needed to get out of this situation, "No Thanks, I don't plan to join any group or villains." Because this was extremelie like the plots of those villains that recruited more people.
The man just stayed calm, "I'm no Villain. The game, I am part of, is a kind of contest. We even have rules, that we try to stay out of other people's way. We don't want to be looked at, we just want or fun and or training." he explained. He put one hand inside his pocket, "This is your possibility to get a teacher to train you. To get far better that you are currently, you would get the chance to fight against people in a safer situation than you do now, we would make sure to tread you when you are injured and so on."
Izuku looked at the man bewildered. That didn't sound like a villain, the man was likely describing a fighting ring. That … wouldn't be so bad if all he said was true. If he could learn from a professional …
The man smiled stratified as he saw Izuku's face, he tossed him a blue gemstone with a mark on it. Surprised Izuku catches it, the Blue stone fit in his palm, it was a radiant silver and white. It looked like it was moving inside the gem.
The man explained, "Believe me, when I say that nobody ever regretted coming. So, interested?"
That day, Izuku accepted a membership of the League.
The man's name was Luu, Izuku didn't know if it was his real name, but he didn't ask. After all, he also never mentioned his real name.
After he accepted, Luu showed him one of the entrances to the League Headquarter.
Inside an abandoned train station, was a small hole inside the old chines kanji for fierce legends.
Luu explained that this was the symbol of the League, should he put his Gem inside the hole, he would be granted access. Bewildered, Izuku saw how the old moldy wall shifted up, so that a shiny elevator was to see.
Stepping inside, Izuku looked fascinated at the blue lightning that he could see as the elevator rode down faster than he thought.
As the doors opened, Izuku got his first good look at the 'Entrance hall'.
It was even bigger than a school hall, it was four floors high, you could see the railing from the higher floors. Everything was made out of white metal, where the floor meet the wall there was a small pound around the whole room. On the first railing you could see information about an ongoing fight, the last fight and the next one, with a photo of the people that fought.
Izuku noticed how they were all young people, nobody over 30.
"Come, we first must test you. Then you will learn for a year under your master, before you will be allowed to fight, like the others." explained Luu as he stepped through the hall.
Izuku looked around the people that were standing around, they all were young, had on training clothes and looked like they had fun.
"Different from you expected?" asked Luu suddenly. Izuku quickly looked at Luu, but the man was still just staring to the front, "Yes." answered Izuku after a moment of hesitation.
"There was a reason why I said this was a game. The people that come here, are all fighters just like you, we don't run a show for outsiders. Everybody that fights, wanted to fight, to have fun, to learn for the adrenalin or fighting addiction. But they all have fun. "
Suddenly Izuku knew that he made the right choice.
Standing before a door, that opened itself, Luu, stepped aside to let Izuku look inside a round room, with a big tree in the middle. Around the tree, was a round table with chairs and a place for his League Gem, "Let's start."
Izuku learned fast that the League had technology that was far ahead than what he knew, they had holograms and different things that he just knew out of Cartoons.
Just like the Test, after he put his Gem inside the machine, he was sucked inside a virtual world, where he had to answer some question, had to show what he could do and then had to try different weapons. At the end, he had to make some decisions in a situation.
After he was done, the computer showed him the person which fighting stile was the best for him - Yasuo.
He saw the life of Yasuo and knew that that was the right one for him. After he logged out, he was greeted by Luu, who was sitting on the table beside him, "The last Yasuo is long since retried, but he should be able to still teach you. Come again tomorrow, he should be here by then."
After that, Luu vanished.
Izuku looked around for a while, was greeted by some other League members, till he had to go home.
The next day, he meet his teacher, an 50 years old man with many scars on his body. "So you are the new Yasuo? Nice to meet you. Let's start the training."
The old man was hard to please, was a slave driver and didn't take no for an answer. Izuku had to learn how to fight with a Katana, how to meditate and so on.
It was hard, but Izuku finally saw the improvement that he had wanted. So he bit his teeth and went without a blame trough the training.
With the one-year training finished, came the next step. Old man Yasuo and Lee accompanied him, as he went to the medical station in the League Headquarter. He was there a few times already, if he got bigger wounds from his training. He now understood why the old Yasuo had so many scars. Izuku himself had started to collect some sword scars, his teacher after all didn't think training weapons were a thing.
As soon as the doctor saw him, he nodded, "We can start whenever you both are ready." the middle-aged woman, showed them to a different room, where two chairs were.
His Master had already told him what would happen, so he just stripped out of his training jacked and sat down on the right chair. His Master took place in the other Chair.
The Doctor strapped both of them in, so that they couldn't move an inch. It was needed for this procedure, as well as the piece of rubber in their mouth. Next she went to the holographic computer and put in the code, "We will now start the transfer, please prepare yourself."
What they were doing?
A transfer of power and faded memories of Yasuo.
He knew now why he was called Yasuo by his teacher and other people that he meet inside the Gym in this Headquarter, or why his Master had the same name as the Man that he saw after his test.
It was a legacy.
The League had a database full of old, faded heroes or villains. They all were unique and powerful people, that left their mark on the old world.
The League was founded so that those legends didn't get forgotten, or the skills they had.
So they searched for people that would fit in, searched for a legend that fit them and begun training them, after the chosen Legend. After a while, whenever they had the basics down, they would get the powers and a shadow of their memories transferred. It was a painful proceeding, that many said was more painful than torture, but most people that the League picked went through with it.
After all, the most people that they picked were the weak or the quirkless. It was easier for them to get the transfer, most people with a powerful quirk, became weaker powers. They couldn't use the full power of their Legend.
Luu explained also, that in this time the people that were interested in his offer were those that were desperate - so they had more Quirkless people than people with.
From the ceiling came two metal helmets, that were bound together by cables. Luu made sure that they were in the right position, before the doctor started the proceeding. Izuku ripped his eyes open and had to scream - it felt like he was burning from the inside out, while his brain was squeezed out of him.
He didn't know how long he was in the chair, but when it finally stopped, he could only pant. Luu went to him, while the doctor went to his Master. He carefully pried Izuku's mouth open to take the rubber out, before he freed Izuku from his bindings. Still panting, Izuku couldn't do anything beside
taking deep breaths. He tried to let go of the armrest, but he couldn't get his fingers to move, it was like they were looked in this position.
Luu started to pry his fingers from the death grip they had on the armrest, while he said, "It is easier if you lose concise. If it doesn't get better in a minute, the Doctor will give you a drug to make you sleep. Your body will calm down in the meantime."
After it still wasn't getting better, Izuku was drugged to sleep.
I hope you liked it and that you could understand what I wrote.