Aztec 13chapter 3 .Jul 24: 1) Tekkan will have a big impact on my AU, believe me, on that. 2) I'm still even now determining how to merge the main events of the DB arcs into the MHA seasons. (starting off with S1) 3) Yeah, I won't forget that Eraser's Quirk is useless on Saiyans.
ArguableReader chapter 3 . Jul 24: 1) I got Crunchyroll, so I'm good whenever I need to rewatch DB, thanks. 2) You right, power and brains are important factors to have, especially for martial artists. 3) Yes, Katsuki did set off those explosions to try and free himself from the Sludge Villain, but to those (like even Tekkan) can be seen as self-defense against a threat like him. But Tekkan understood that Izuku was trying to help him out regardless and figured that getting scoffed for doing something that brave (and reckless) wasn't that big of a deal. 4) Yeah, sometimes common pros in MHA can feel like superpowered street patrol, lol. 5) I can't access your PM for some reason.
"I deem you worthy of my power. My Quirk is yours to inherit."
Tekkan widened his eyes, realizing what Toshorni intended to do. "He's going to give him his Quirk like an heirloom!"
However, the quirkless teen slowly raised his head, with tears in his eyes as drool came out of his mouth.
"Uh? Wait. What do you mean by inherit? Inherit what?" Tekkan asked, causing Toshorni to laugh at the green-haired teen.
"HaHaHaHaHaHa! You should've seen your face by now. Don't worry. I won't force this on you." He reassured, taking a few steps forward.
He then pointed his finger at the boy. "Listen well, young man! This is your choice. Do you wanna accept my awesome power or not?!" He shouted while spitting out blood.
Izuku could look at him, still confused. "Wh-What is he talking about?" he asked himself. "What is this?"
The Saiyan stayed quiet, wanting to hear the pro's answer to his question. "I need to hear this."
Toshinori wiped the blood off his mouth with his arm. "There are a couple of things you should know about my abilities. Journalists guess my Quirk is super strength or some kind of vulnerability. When people ask me in interviews, I always make a joke and dodge the question. That's because the world needs to know that their Symbol of Peace is just a natural-born hero like any of them. But I'm not. There's nothing about my natural ability."
He looked up at the sky with his arms stretched out. "I wasn't born with this power. It was a sacred torch that was passed on to me from someone else."
Izuku was shocked to hear that. "S-Someone gave you that Quirk? No way," he said.
Tekkan then nodded in understanding. "Makes sense if you think about it."
"Yes, way. And you're next. I can give you my abilities." he said.
"Wait. Hold on. This is a lot to process." Izuku said. "It's true there's a lot of debate as to what your Quirk actually is. Nobody ever figured it out. It's one of the world's greatest mysteries. People are constantly talking about it online." From there, he begins to mutter about it.
The mutters from Izuku caused All Might to protrude a vein out of annoyance. He then looked at the spiky-haired alien, who was not even fazed by his behavior.
"Is he always like this?" Toshinori asked him as the green-haired teen just tuned him out.
The Saiyan just sighed. "You have no idea."
The pro hero then had it with Izuku, "Uh, sounds like you're overthinking this 'inheriting' thing...Stop Nerdin' out!" He exclaimed in annoyance.
Izuku gasped in apology. "Sorry, sorry."
"You have to adjust your reality and accept this new truth. I can transfer my Quirk to someone else, and that's just one fascinated about my secret abilities. The true name of my power is One For All." Toshinori said.
"One... For... All?" Izuku questioned with a head tilt.
"That's...a unique name for a quirk," Tekken thought, never guessing that All Might's Quirk would be titled that.
"Yes. One person can use the power. That hands it off to another. It continues to grow and pass along. This cultivated power allows me to save people in need of a hero. The truth behind my strength." Toshinori said.
"B-But why would you give me a gift like that?" Izuku wondered. "What if I can't live up to it?"
"I was on a long hunt for a worthy successor. And then, I watched you two jump into action while the rest of us stood idly by. You may be just a quirkless fanboy, but you tried to save that kid. You acted like a hero." Toshinori said as Izuku began to whimper.
"Seriously, you need to stop crying so much if you want my Quirk. Come on, kid."
"He said so much to encourage me. He even told me the secret behind his powers." Izuku then wipes the tears from his eyes with his left arm.
"Is this...Is this what I've been waiting for my whole life? How can I turn him down?" He stood on his feet, facing his idol with a determined face. "Okay, I'll do it! Yes!"
"No reluctance. That's exactly how I figured you'd respond." Toshinori said with a simile.
"Starting in three days, you will meet me at Dagobah Beach Park." The pro hero informed him.
Tekkan, not wanting to be left out, raised his right hand towards Toshinori. "I'll be their too, Toshi!"
All Might then nodded in agreement. "Yes, and you too, Young Te- wait, what you called me?" he asked, realizing what he had just called him.
"Uhh. Toshi. You know...Toshinori...Toshi...seems shorter to say." The spiky-haired alien replied with a shrug.
All Might narrowed his eyes, slightly annoyed, before turning to his new student and continuing."Anyway, be there first thing in the morning. We will begin you're training from there."
"I won't let you down, All Might," Izuku said with a smile.
"I know you won't," Toshinori said, smiling back.
Tekkan couldn't help but look on with a grin as the quirkless teen and the pro hero."Can't wait to fight them one day." He internally sighs.
Later that Night- Capsule Corp-
Dr. Brief's phone range as he worked in his laboratory at Capsule Corp. As he pulled it out from his coat pocket, he was surprised to see an old name on the caller ID. He put down his latest invention as he answered the call.
"Ah Gohan! It's been a while! How have you been?" The old scientist answered with curiosity.
The other caller warmly greeted him back in an elderly voice. "Doc, it's good to hear your voice again. I hope life's going well on your end. I called because I wanted to check in on you."
Dr. Brief was grateful for this gesture. "I appreciate your call, Gohan. Everything's been fine here. I've just been busy with projects and inventions lately. How about you?"
Gohan answered with enthusiasm. "I've been doing great! I've been living a peaceful life on Mount Paozu and focusing on my training and honing my martial arts skills for the last several years. How are the kids?"
The Brief chuckled at his question. "Oh, you know, kids beings kids. They just keepgrowing and growing. On day one, you can hold them in the palm of your hand and now, they tower over you." He joked as he let out a sigh.
The martial artist snorted at his joke. "Ah speaking of, I have a proposition for you."
This left Dr. Briefs intrigued. "Oh? What kind of proposition?"
"I thought it would be an incredible opportunity for your son to come to Mount Paozu and train with me. I believe Tekkan has the potential to become an exceptional martial artist, and I'd like to help him unlock his abilities.
His adoptive father was surprised by this offer. "That's thoughtful of you, Gohan. I never expected this. Tekkan has always shown interest in fighting and wants to be become stronger for as long as I have known him. This could do him good in the long run. Let me talk to him and see what he thinks."
Gohan's offer didn't have an expiration date, so he understood. "Take your time, old friend. I genuinely believe in Tekkan's potential, and I'd be honored to train him.
Dr. Briefs was grateful for him to think of his adoptive son. "Thank you, Gohan. I'll talk with Tekkan and get back to you soon." He promised with a simile as he hung up the call.
Same Time-
Tekkan typed away on his 'CC' computer on his desk, staring at the display panel. He had been researching tirelessly, trying to find any information about the strange white aura he used against the Sludge Villain earlier.
The spiky-haired alien wore a blue short-sleeved t-shirt, grey shorts, and matching sandals.
He sighed in frustration and closed the browser tab, leaning his head back on his chair. "I can't believe there's nothing out there about this," Tekkan muttered, running a hand through his hair.
Then, the Saiyan saw his phone buzz on his desk near reading it. Out of curiosity, Tekkan reached for his phone and unlocked it to check the notification.
To his surprise, he received a text message from Dr. Briefs. He then opened the message and read it.
Pops: (4:25 p.m.) Tekkan, you won't believe it! Gohan called and offered to train you on Mount Paozu. He sees tremendous potential in you as a martial artist. What are your thoughts?
Chapter 4 - Journey To Mount Paozu
Tekkan eyes widened, and his jaw dropped as he stared at his phone. His heart was racing with nothing but excitement. A close friend of his father extends an invitation to train him personally. It was an opportunity he had never imagined.
"The timing couldn't be more perfect!" The Saiyan thought, his eyes reading the text once again. He didn't waste any time texting him back.
Teks: (4:25 p.m.) Pops, that's fantastic news! Let him know that I accept the invitation! I'm gotta start packing! Thanks, Pops! I owe you one!
As he hit the send button, Tekkan's mind raced with anticipation. "This could be the chance to unlock the secrets of my newfound power! Yes!"
Without wasting another moment, Tekkan shot up from his chair and glanced around his room. He started by grabbing a few capsules and stuffed them in his backpack. He then jogged to his wardrobe and took a couple more capsules.
The Saiyan changed from his shorts and sandals into grey jeans and back into his sneakers. Also, he put on a navy jacket with the large 'CC' silver logo imprinted on his back.
Tekkan then took out his phone, texting Bulma for a favor. He knew that he could count on her to get him there.
Teks: (4:30 p.m.) Hey, Sis! Can you do me a huge favor? I need a ride to Mount Paozu.
Bulma: (4:31 p.m.) Sure thing! Just give me a few minutes. Wait for me outside the building, and I'll pick you up.
The spiky-haired alien smiled as he read her response. He slung his backpack over his shoulders, turned off his lights, and exited his room.
Minutes Later-
Tekkan stood outside the building's doors, hands in his jacket pockets as the wind blew in his way. He then spotted Bulma's turbo jeep pulling up in front of him, its sleek design and vibrant light blue color adding a touch of style.
The blue-haired woman wore boots, purple socks, gray pants, and a blue jacket with a white tank top underneath. One side of her hair is in a ponytail with a pink ribbon.
The Saiyan tossed his bag in the backseat and hopped in the passenger seat. He couldn't contain his enthusiasm. "Thanks, Bulma, for helping me out."
Bulma glanced at him with a playful smile. "No problem, little bro. You seem pretty eager about this Mount Paozu visit. What's the deal?"
Tekkan paused, unsure of how much to reveal."It's...a personal matter. But let's say we're visiting a friend of Pops."
Bulma tilted her head, raising an eyebrow. "I don't remember Dad having any friends in the mountain zone. Now I'm more curious to see what's up."
Tekkan snorted, appreciating her curiosity. As the Turbo Jeep sped away from West City. He gazed out the window, his thoughts consumed by the mysteries awaiting him at Mount Paozu. "I wonder what Gohan has in store for me."
5:58 p.m.-
Tekkan drifted asleep as the vehicle reached Mount Paozu. Then a sudden jolt brought the Saiyan back to reality as Bulma parked the vehicle amidst a forest.
The jeep came to a stop, and Bulma turned off the engine. "Wake up, sleepyhead. We're here."
Tekkan yawned and stretched his limbs, shaking off his drowsiness. He gazed at a hut among the trees. Beside it stood a stone well where a pair of chickens pecked at the ground nearby.
Bulma nudged Tekkan's left shoulder, returning his attention to their goal. "Let's go meet the person waiting for you inside that intriguing hut, Teks."
Tekkan stepped out of the Turbo Jeep, using his tail to grab his backpack and slinging it on his shoulders. He and Bulma made their way toward the hut's door.
As they approached the door, Tekkan took a deep breath. He couldn't help but feel both excited and nervous too. He had been waiting for this moment since receiving Gohan's offer.
Bulma reached out and gave Tekkan's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "You've got this, Tekkan. Just be yourself, and remember, Gohan sees something special in you."
Tekkan nodded, grateful for her adoptive sister's presence. The spiky-haired alien then knocked on the door.
After a few seconds, an older voice replied. "You may come in."
The tailed teen opened the door, and to his surprise, it was unlocked as the two Briefs walked in. They looked around to see sunlight shining through small windows, and the walls were adorned with various martial arts scrolls on different frames.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor was a short, elderly man with narrow, dark eyes, with a bushy white beard. He is dressed in a Chinese martial arts outfit which consists of an orange jacket with no sleeves worn over a long-sleeved black shirt and a green hat.
"Master Gohan," Tekkan respectfully greeted with a bow. "It's nice to see you. I heard from Pops that you wanted to see me."
The retired martial artist warmly looked at the Saiyan. "I've heard great things about you, Tekkan. Your passion for fighting and your dedication to becoming stronger." He then smiled at him. "So how bout a little spar, Tekkan? To assess your abilities and see where we can start with your training."
Tekkan's face lit up with excitement, and he nodded eagerly and replied. "That sounds great! I'm ready to give it my all!"
As they made their way outside, Tekkan unslung his backpack and left it by the hut door. He also unzipped his jacket and took it off, leaving him in his blue t-shirt underneath. He tossed the jacket to Bulma, who caught it with a surprised look.
"Hey, sis, could you hold onto this for me?" Tekkan asked, stretching his arms and legs.
Bulma nodded. "You got it." She gave him a thumbs-up as she stood on the sidelines. She knew her adopted little brother was strong, but going up against the older fighter gave her doubts. "Lets see how well he does."
Tekkan flexed his muscles and crouched, taking his fighting stance. Gohan stands before his student with slightly bent knees while his arms are raised defensively with clenched fists near his chest.
The spiky-haired alien dashed forward in a zigzag motion to the retired martial artist. But Gohan saw this coming as he sidestepped a straight punch that the Saiyan quickly threw. "Raw speed alone won't be enough." He warned.
"Then take this!" The Saiyan lifted his tail to attack him, but Gohan dodged again. The old warrior reappeared as he backhanded Tekkan in the back of his head, sending him tumbling to the ground.
The tailed teen stood back up and rubbed the back of his skull, glaring in anger. "You just can't hold still won't you!"
The retired martial artist chuckled at his tenacity. "Hehehe. You should know in battle, an enemy will strike to inflict pain or to kill." He lunged at the Saiyan again, moving even faster.
But Tekkan tracked Gohan's movement as he caught a right fist with his left palm. The Saiyan then delivered a back kick to his chest, sliding him back.
"You sure know how to kick," Gohan complimented. "Let's see you fare against this little technique," He smirked at the tailed teen.
"That's one of my strongest attacks, and he barely felt this. This guy is something else." Sweat began to run down his forehead as he dashed at him, reeling back his right leg.
But to his and Bulma's surprise, as he was about to front kick him, his left foot went right through his body. "The hell?!"
The spiky-haired alien's eyes popped out when he saw Gohan's body fade away. Then the retired martial artist reappeared before him and slammed his right palm into his torso, sending him crashing into a small tree.
Tekkan shakily looked at him, blood dripping from his mouth. "That... was incredible," he admitted, catching his breath.
"That is a small but simple technique I called the Afterimage. It's a projection of yourself intended to deceive your opponent." The old warrior explained.
The Saiyan stood up from the dent in the tree, wiping his blood off his mouth with his left arm. "Lets continue."
However, the retired martial artist couldn't help but question the Saiyan's battle experience. "A question, Tekkan. Did you teach yourself how to fight?" He asked him, remembering the basic stance he took.
Tekkan replied, relaxing his body. "Yeah, but I only fought against other creatures like dinosaurs."
Gohan put a finger on his chin. "I see. That would explain why your fighting style isn't well-polished. Very well, I will teach you what I know in the next following months."
"Are you sure about this, Teks? Training on Mount Paozu means you'll have to be away from home for a while." Bulma expressed her worries.
Tekk turned to her. "I understand the sacrifices, Bulma. But this is an opportunity I can't pass up. I want to become stronger so I become who I want to be.
Bulma sighed, knowing that he won't change his mind. "Alright, if that's what you truly want, I won't stop you."
With the blue hair women's agreement, Tekkan turned back to Gohan, "So, when do we start, Master?"
Gohan chuckled, appreciating his eagerness. "We'll begin right away, Tekkan. But remember, training is not just about physical strength. It's about discipline, focus, and mastering your inner self. Are you ready for the journey ahead?"
They then walked over to him. "Yeah. So how about this? After this weekend, I'll visit you every Friday evening, starting at 6 p.m., to train and stay until Sunday morning so Bulma can pick me up—that way. I think that's an excellent way to get training done here on weekends.
The old warrior smiled at him. "We can go by that schedule. But you appear to be a fast learner, so teaching you the basics won't be hard."
"Finally, I can figure out to manifest that aura again." The spiky-haired alien looked at his right hand before looking back at Gohan. "Then let's get to it." He said, clutching it into a fist.
With that, Tekkan and Gohan set off to begin their training. As Bulma watched them walk away in the forest, she couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and concern for what the spiky-haired alien will face alone. But deep down, she knew that this was his path to walk.
She returned to her Turbo Jeep and began the drive back home, knowing that Tekkan was in good hands with her father's friend. As she glanced at the rearview mirror, the sight of Tekkan and Gohan disappeared into the distance.
Now, Tekkan and Gohan are alone in the serene surroundings of Mount Paozu. The gentle rustling of leaves can be heard all around the forest.
"Now, Tekkan, let's delve into the origins of Ki. Ki is the life force that flows through all living beings, connecting us to each other and the world around us." Gohan stated to his student.
Tekkan nodded, eager to learn more. "I must learn about such power."
One Hour Later-
"Imagine Ki as a river that flows within you. Just like a river, it has currents and tiddes that can be powerful or gentle. Your task is to understand the flow and find harmony within."
They now stood at the ravine's edge, where the Saiyan gazed down at a nearby river.
"Ki is also like the wind—unseen but ever-present. It permeates everything around us, and with practice, you can tap into this vast reservoir of energy."
Tekkan closed his eyes, feeling the gentle breeze brushing against his skin, imagining the unseen currents of Ki surrounding him.
Gohan then continued, "Now, observe the ancient trees that stand tall and resilient. Just like these trees, we draw strength from the Earth's energy, channeling it through Ki."
He slowly felt a connection to the trees he was surrounded by. "T-This feeling…"
"Emotions play a crucial role in Ki as well. When you experience anger, fear, or joy, your Ki responds accordingly. It can become turbulent like a storm or tranquil like a calm lake." The retired martial artist states sternly.
Tekkan reflected on times when his emotions influenced his actions, realizing how they impacted his Ki. "Like whenever Katsuki bothered me or Izuku. Or when I playing with the dinos back home…"
Gohan lifted up an index finger. "In combat, Ki becomes even more vital. Just as a skilled sailor navigates the ocean's currents, a martial artist must harmonize their Ki with the flow of battle."
He continued to provide more examples from nature to describe the source of Ki. Whether it's through fiery volcanoes or tranquil water steams.
"But remember, Tekkan, Ki is not solely a means of attack and defense. It's a reflection of one's spirit and inner strength. It can be used for healing, protection, and achieving unity with the universe."
"I…I getting it…more and more…" Tekkan kept his eyes closed, now connecting the dots of how important Ki is to life.
But the Saiyan couldn't help but be curious about something else. He opened his eyes and turned to him. "Sensei, can I ask you something?"
Gohan nodded. "Of course, my boy. What's on your mind?"
The spiky-haired alien hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Well. Are you... like the rest of the 80 percent of the world with a Quirk?"
The old warrior shook his head. "No, Tekkan. I don't possess a Quirk, and I never will."
Tekkan looked surprised. "Really? But how is that possible? Quirks are such a fundamental part of society throughout the world."
His master couldn't but agree in a sense. After all, he's walked this Earth longer than him. "Indeed, Quirks have become a significant aspect of the world we live in, but they aren't everything. Long before Quirks emerged, ancient warriors harnessed Ki to become formidable fighters."
"To think that wielding such energy can overcome any Quirk that's ever been manifested all this time. Even the likes of One For All!" The spiky-haired alien thinks.
Gohan smiled kindly: "Quirk or not, what truly matters is the dedication and determination to grow stronger. Ki is a source of limitless potential and with it, you can achieve great heights."
I see…" Tekkan replied. "Ki really is just more than just a path to power—it was a way of life."
He then grinned at him. "Thanks for your guidance and wisdom, sir."
Gohan patted his shoulder affectionately. "You're welcome, Tekkan. I believe in your journey, but you have a long road ahead of you."
Tekkan then scoffed, chuckling at him. "Then what are we waiting for?"
Preview: Under the guidance of Grandpa Gohan, Tekkan would know the origin of Ki and how vast it is compared to Quirks. Little did he know that walking down this path would shape him into a formidable fighter. Now, how will his friend Izuku walk down his own path?
Find out in the next chapter of "Dragon Ball: Saiyan Academia."
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