Izuku looked at the Goddess Longsword, he held it in his hands, the thoughts plaguing his mind, as he sat in the park in the cold morning before school would start. The wet grass underneath his shoes, the sun behind the gray clouds that covered the blue sky, the metal shines and sparkles. A heavenly glow came from when the light bounced off.

"I don't deserve it," Izuku could only mutter in a low tone.

His head hung low, even if Din's Trial and test were unfair, he was meant to complete all three, then Midna helped him finish Nayru's Test. Meaning that he just cheated with the second one. Yet, here he is because The Great Deku Tree took pity on him. Is that what happened with Farore as well, she just saw someone Quirkless and took pity on him.

He shouldn't be having these thoughts, plus that there's something in his way, blocking his path from becoming a hero. 'I hope you get rid of that standing in your way,' Midoriya didn't know what that even meant. As someone sat down next to him, Izuku could hear that soft groan from their lips.

"Some hero I'm turning out to be,"

"You're a hero!? But you're younger than me, oh, I get it you got some Quirk that makes you look younger, is it powerful, is that sword a support weapon, are you allow to carry it around, if your Quirk makes you look younger than why are you wearing a school uniform, wait are you a creep?"

Izuku leaned back, she was far too close, and super cute as well. With that long sky-blue hair, her bust is large as well. Shaking those pervy thoughts out of his head, she looked to be a third-year middle schooler. How much did she hear? Izuku knew he mutters out loud sporadically.

"Umm… I am younger, I'm a first-year, and I don't have a Quirk." Izuku looked away from her.

She is just so pretty, but the fact remains, no one really cares for some Quirkless kid like him. Until he heard the super cute older girl let out a gasp, her hand covering her mouth.

"If you're a hero without a Quirk while being in your first year of middle school. That makes you even better than before. What kind of hero are you, what's your name, how did you get that sword, are you single, what school do you go to, are you planning on going to U.A?"

Wait, what was one of those questions? It was hard to keep up with her mile-a-minute questions. Izuku felt like his head is spinning from all the rapid-fire question after question. Then she decided to get closer and closer to him. She is almost on top of Midoriya, if his face isn't burning bright red at this point, then there might be something wrong with him.

"Umm… I'm meant to be the Hero of Legend, the one that is supposed to defeat Ganon and save Hyrule. The Chosen Knight to Princess Zelda. I'm Midoriya Izuku,"

"I can finally stop calling you the cute kid I saw on the park bench. I'm Hado Nejire, and you are the defender of Hyrule?! That's so cool, what is it like over there?" The super cute girl, known as Nejire asked.

"I just don't think I'm up for it. Do you have power, Hado-senpai?"

"It's Nejire for my friends, and we're friends, Izu-Kun. My power is Wave Motion grants me the ability to convert my vitality into energy that I can discharge as blast waves."

"That's a fantastic Quirk, there isn't a doubt that you will be a strong hero someday, really popular as well, seeing how pretty you are. But for me, can I really live up to all the other Champions that came before me? I'm standing in a shadow, and I don't know how to see the light."

Nejire placed her hand on top of Izuku's head, it felt nice having her hand in his green locks. She leans back to look at the dark and cloudy sky, Midoriya could see a smile on her lips. With the soft and sweet smile she gave him, Izuku felt strange.

"Someday, we'll be in the same hero school, I just know it. If you can't see the light, then just make your own because I believe that you can become the hero that you are meant to become, Izu-Kun," Nejire spoke.

Nejire got up, and she placed her hands behind her back, as she spun around, the water on the grass sparkled around her, the rain from last night only added to her beauty. From behind the large tree, Princess Zelda could only watch, she was about to go over to her knight. But there weren't any words that she could say, she would have to thank this Nejire girl later.

"Later Izu-Kun. Next time we meant, it will be in U.A, take me out on a date then!" She cried out before rushing off to her middle school.

"Huh! Date?"

Zelda had to giggle, she did tap her chin in thought, wondering if Nejire really like her knight as the person he is and not because he's her knight. Zelda tapped Izuku on the back as she gave him a smile and a wave.

"Ready for school, I just got here," Zelda lied as naturally as she breathed

"Yeah, let's go."

Katsuki kicked an empty can of soda down the footpath, his loud footsteps as his hands pants. Some people might think that he is a thug, with how sloppy his uniform is. Deku is a hero, to a princess.

His nose is wrapped up after getting broken by that stuck-up Princess yesterday. She doesn't even deserve him, when he hits U.A that Princess would be after him…

"Stupid fucking Deku, and his whore of a Princess. I'll beat them to the ground, I show everyone that I'm the number one. Even that brain-dead principal." Bakugo cried out,

A hard kick into the can, a strange man appeared to catch it. His short white hair and pale skin, like this person, had never seen the light of day. With a thick red coat over his body, Bakugo pushed right past him.

"Don't you want to see him fall? Midoriya Izuku,"

Bakugo stopped, glaring at the strange man. This strange man flipped his hair, his eyes glimmering, as he looked at Katsuki.

"Listen up, whatever you are. I'm better than Deku in every way." Bakugo cried out,

"With that sword, you'll always be one step behind him. All you need to do is tell me where he is, and I'll make Deku disappear. Then, everything will be yours, fame, riches, the Princess of Destiny, all belonging to you. Just tell me where he is." The grin on this man's face.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Katsuki asked,

"Lord Ghirahim," He gave a bow, "That girl inside Deku's sword, I and she are the same."

"Please, like I need your help defeating Deku, but he always goes home the same way, close to Dagobah Beach"

"Get the hell out of my way," Katsuki shoved right past the Demon

"When you are ready, just say my name. When you finally feel like killing Deku for real." Ghirahim's words caused Bakugo to pause, he turned to face the strange man yet. Ghirahim was gone.

'Actually killing Deku?'

The idea of the lifeless body of Izuku Midoriya lying in front of the growling in rage, as Izuku's eyes were looking at him as if those dead eyes were staring into Katsuki's soul.

'Piss off, all he is just a pebble on the side of the road.' Bakugo thought, even with the seed of the thought planted within his mind.

The bell rang for class, a test first thing in the morning, and the rain started to pick up again. The heavy rain hitting the glass windows, Izuku's thoughts were everywhere, just how many monsters were out there in Hyrule that were out of his league?

His eyes drifted to Zelda, could he protect her? All he knew is fencing, he took a few classes, but it became too much for Inko to afford. The soft snores from the teacher up front, the wind had started to howl outside, it was as if the weather is controlled by a demon itself.

When lunch finally rolled around, Zelda sat with her knight, having rejected another confession of love towards her, "Are you okay? Did something happen during your trial?" She asked,

"The Great Deku Tree told me that something is blocking me from getting the Triforce of Courage," Izuku explained

Zelda placed her hand on her chin, the noise around the cafeteria made it harder for her to use her Quirk. The Princess of Destiny wanted to know what was really bugging her knight and to find out what was blocking him.

Then again, if she solves all of his problems, then would she actually be helping him?

Well, at least Bakugo is leaving them alone, even though he still hasn't written that one-page apology yet, but since he can't fight with Izuku. The mad dog had just stayed away, fussing to himself to his followers.

"How did you unlock your power?" Izuku asked,

"I was born with the Triforce of Wisdom, it might be because I'm reincarnated from the first-ever Princess Zelda. The soul of the hero is in you, I know that you can find it," she smiled.

Izuku looked at the dirty and sticky floor. Zelda noticed how fake that smile Midoriya gave her, those empty words that he spoke to her. For the rest of the day, Izuku just did the motions, she couldn't get what happened during his Trial.

When the day finally ends, the rain poured down, Zelda's shoulder brushed against Izuku, as he held the umbrella over their heads. There has to be something on Izuku's mind, he isn't panicking when she would brush close to him.

His thoughts were so deep that he didn't mind Princess Zelda's touch. Her eyes looked towards the beach, each time she sees it. The golden sands were covered by junk, broken machines, or just rubbish.

"Heh, heh, heh. We meet once again, fair Hero of Legend."

Ghirahim appeared, quickly. His body seemed to sparkle with the rain and puddles on the roads. His hair flipped to have those raindrops shine, and with the way, how Ghirahim moved around, none of the dirty water in the puddles got onto him.

"There's no doubt that you would forget one of your most dangerous foes" Ghirahim placed his hands on Izuku's shoulders, licking his cheek.

"My Lord needs your blood. Now, can you bend over and die for me? And I'm not asking, this is a demand." Ghirahim's eyes darken,

'That's Lord Ghirahim. He's Ganondorf's, right-hand man. Furthermore, we are the same, nothing more than a weapon for the chosen one.' Fi spoke into Izuku's head.

Izuku handed Zelda his umbrella, pulling out The Goddess Longsword, the rain hitting his clothes and hair. Ghirahim tisk at Midoriya, even shaking his head at the sight. The Demon Lord didn't get out his weapon, even with a sword pointed right at his face.

"Here I thought that you would be better, but a human is only a human. I guess that your race can only surprise me once." Ghirahim sounded disappointed at the sight of Izuku.

With a swing of his sword, Ghirahim caught the Goddess Longsword between his fingers. Flicking back the young middle schooler, Izuku's feet slid against the wet ground, the water splashing around.

Top right, bottom left, slice to the right. Ghiarhim's hand blocks each one of Izuku's attacks, Midoriya's hand grips the handle of the Goddess Longsword in rage, and Ghirahim was barely paying attention to him anymore.

"If you're not going to use the blade right,"

Izuku swung his sword, top left, Ghirahim caught it and flicked the Goddess Longsword into his hand.

"Then, you shouldn't use a blade at all,"

Zelda stepped back, as Ghirahim sliced through Izuku's chest with a blade that Izuku once held. The red blood dripped from the Goddess Longsword. The blood, belonging to the Hero and Izuku, drips into the glass. It was only ten drops.

Izuku's back slammed against the ground, and the puddles on the ground splashed around, causing his clothes to get dirty and wet. His chest is cut open, not deep enough to kill him, Ghirahim threw the Goddess Longsword on top of Izuku.

"Thanks for the donation for my Master," Ghirahim spoke, "I would kill you, but that right belongs to my Master alone," with a snap of his fingers, Ghirahim disappeared.

"Izuku!" Zelda cried out.

'I'm such a failure,' he thought right before passing out

End of Chapter

Next Time: One for All ~ Part 1

I didn't like this chapter much, maybe it was just setting up for the training arc. But I wanted Ghirahim to get the blood needed for Ganon since I want him to start appearing, and it's not like I can do that when Izuku has One for All.

I did want self-doubts and all of that is playing into the next chapter, Trial of the Sword, and this chapter just felt like a build-up for One for All, but you do need some build-up chapters when writing a story. Those chapters and episodes may not seem like they matter, but they do in the long run.

I don't know what I'm saying anymore, I try to write these chapters one ahead, meaning that by the time you read this note, the One for All Chapter should be in the editing stage at the moment, and I would be wrapping up the third year of Middle School and getting Midna's memories back.