A few things before we start the story. I have changed a few things, for one Katsuki and Izuku are actually friends. Mineta has ceased to exist and will not be here. Midoriya has 3 other siblings to be revealed. He has a power that is not a quirk but is afraid to use it due to. an event at a young age. His father's full name is Onimura Hasashi.

Shit

The hero All Might is running low on time already, and now this fan boy has grabbed onto his leg and is at a lethal distance to fall. He had to go to a nearby rooftop. He had to leave quickly, but the boy insisted on one last question... "Fine, let's hear him out. he should have enough time for one measly question that the boy had insisted on asking. After all, he had almost hurt himself badly for this one question." He thought.

The boy had stammered. "Is it possible... To be a hero with a..." The boy paused as if he was choosing his next words very carefully, like he was considering his next words would need to be a very loose definition without outright saying it. "A villainous quirk?" He had finally stuttered out.

All Might had mused this question, rolling the final words of the boy when he was starting to go be enveloped by smoke. "Oh no, oh shit," he started coughing uncontrollably, and as this was happening, the greenet was rambling about something he could not quite hear. When he was done coughing, the smoke started to dissipate. And the boy could see him and now he had no time left so he could see his more skeletal side.

Unsurprisingly, the kid was shocked at the man's more personal look, which led him to explain his injury. "... but to answer your question..." he said as he was getting up."... I don't know what kind of nonsense you have heard about villainous quirks. Just because you have a potentially dangerous quirk does not make you more or less moral." he continued. "It's what you do with it is what matters. So, if you want to save lives by being a hero, you can do that. If you want to be a hero, you could be one." That seemed to somewhat satisfy the boy. However, he still seemed to have some reservations about something.

"Now I have to get the sludge villan to the..." Wait, where is the bottle? Did it slip out of his pocket when he was looking for a place to land? As he was starting to panic about this unfortunate development, the boy had noticed his backpack was not closed and reached into his backpack and found it and handed it to him, and he apologized profusely. "I almost caused a lot of trouble for you..." he had continued going on and on with his apologies, but it does not matter. The villain had not been freed. Toshinori had taken the bottles and transported them to the station.

On his walk home, Midoriya had been focused on the words of his idol, taking inspiration. however, he had felt guilty about being misleading with his description. Because biologically speaking, he was completely quirkless, and everyone had treated it as such. No one knew the truth except his parents and his best friend.

When he got home he had notice the twins Hanzo and Kazan (3) were fast asleep. Kazan had inherited their father's white hair and had an emerald streak on it. Hanzo had the opposite, dark green hair with a white streak. Izuku had noticed that his sister was not home yet. However, he noticed his father's large boots. It seemed that he was here.

Later that evening, his father entered his room. The man was nearly 11 feet tall and had a muscular build with purple eyes that were otherworldly. Along with his white as snow hair and pale skin, they looked almost nothing alike... especially with those 12" pair of amber-like crystal horns. He spoke, "You have been studying, haven't you?" Izuku spoke up, "Yes, sir." His father gave a small look of approval. "Have you given some thought to training your body?" The eldest child gave a dejected sigh and said no. As he said so, Izuku's eyes were drawn to the one thing in his room that was completely out of place - a thick tachi sword, approximately 42" long, the sheath made of black leather with ornate brass designs on three parts of the sheath, every eight inches apart from each other, starting from the end and moving towards the handle. The wrapping on the handle was green, white, and black.

"Then, starting tomorrow, I shall put you under my training." Izuku knew that with those words, the next 10 months shall be pure unfiltered hell.

It was, his father had only 7 months at maximum to be around before going back to his work however under his guidance Izuku had gone under a borderline cruel training that left him with almost no free time such as creating medicine pellets, intense physical training, and being taught how to use 7 weapons, a single sword, 2 smaller swords, a spear, a 2 handed axe, a kusarigama, an odachi and a pair of tonfas. As well as martial arts with a restrictive diet. In between all of this, his father taught him some seemingly unrelated things to both his education and his exercises, such as traditional folklore and yokai, for example. He thought it could not get much worse.

After the first month went by, it got a whole lot harder for him. he was forced to wear 5 10lb rings on each hand, 30 lb bands on his forearms, his biceps, his neck, his thighs, his ankles, and his calves. Along with a 50 lb belt. At no point was he allowed to take them off before the training period ended. While it was getting fairly great results, he had wondered how ethical his father was to evenly spread out 490 lb across his entire body after 1 month of training.

5 months into this, his father had him stop with the body exercises for a few days. The break was well earned. However, his next task was not an easy one as they had arrived at dagobah Beach. Mountains of trash were almost everywhere. His father spoke, "Years of things drifting to shore along with human negligence has made this once beautiful beach a living nightmare to look at. No one has done anything about it until today." He continued."I will have to be back at my work in 2 months, that is 3 months without my guidance. So I will give you this project to work on until then."

Izuku was shocked."Will I have to get all of this?" His father responded. "No, just most of it, I have a aquintance who will take this off your hand every night, disposing of this." He continued just take it to that treeline and he will take it at night, another thing is you can use your true powers no real concern, I'll register your power as a "quirk" in a few weeks. I expect about... 80% of this filth gone by the time the exams are here" This had completely shocked Izuku, not only did he have only 5 months to do this, for about the last 3 he would not be supervised by his father. At least he had a way to get rid of it.

His father dubbed the "quirk" as Demon Incarnate.

It was 3 weeks before the entrance exams, and Toshinori had been on his way to dagobah Beach to plan the task of his eventual successor only to see most of it had been cleared up, he then noticed that the green haired boy from those months ago was working at the trash alone. He also noticed the 3 Kodama cheering him on from the sidelines. Toshinori had chuckled to himself. It's good to see someone like him doing good for the sake of it. Perhaps he will attend U.A, and he will see what he is capable of then. Although now he needs a new exercise for his successor. A part of him also wonders if the kid was aware of the small yokai cheering him on.

The day was February 25th 6PM and Izuku Midoriya had cleared off the beach completely, he knew he could have stopped a few weeks ago when he met the required amount to get rid of but he needed to see why his dad chose this place in particular. and he did not regret the last bit he did. As he sat down, a hulking figure in a winter coat had settled by him unnoticed until Izuku had just so happened to look to his right.

"Dad?!?" He yelped, "When did you get here?"

Hasashi rolled his eyes to the beach ignoring the question "You did good."

"Oh, Thanks." Said his eldest son.

"For doing the amount we agreed on I will give you this." Hasashi hands his son a black gourd that was full. "Incase you lose control of your power there will be windows of opportunity to where you can gain it back, when you do take a sip of the sacred water and let it restore you."

Izuku was stunned. He was handed a tool to help him with the one thing he was always afraid of, but he was interested in the wording of sacred.

"That would have been the only reward if you had only cleaned the bare minimum. However, " He continued. "There shall be a second reward for your dedication to the whole beach." When Izuku was about to question what he had meant, a blinding light rammed into him.

Izuku woke up 3 hours later and had seen the unseen has he had woke up as 3, 8" tall green sprites wearing aprons and holding twigs with traditional Teacups on their heads.

As he wondered at these goobers he looked to where his father was to see a black and white Tapir with one red eye and one blue eye, it had a hagaromo of a orange color and where the black and white met on its forehead it was in the symbol of the yin-yang, it's left tusk was a dark purple and half was broken off, right tusk was golden and undamaged.

He instinctively knew its name, it was the first yokai that his father taught him, "Baku" he said with a quiet reverence. Baku had dissipated after a few seconds, and as Izuku was leaving, processing the fact that yokai were very much real, he could not help but notice the looming shadow in the ocean.

The day of the Enterence Exams and Izuku was still stunned at the new sight of the yokai he was now seeing for the first time, he had figured that Baku was the second gift and now he can see the hidden yokai, although there were not many to see he was still amazed at the occasional kodama he spots. Well, also those round white and orange cat-like things.As he was at the front gates, he was looking in awe of where he would hopefully spend the next 3 years studying under to achieve his dreams, besides with the spirit of Baku beside him, he was confident and he immediately tripped over, apparently his father did not teach him basic fucking balance.

Suddenly, a nice girl tapped him on the shoulder, and he suddenly had come to a complete stop. He thanks her for helping him with not falling on his stupid face with her quirk. He starts theorizing that it might be something to do with gravity.

Midoriya had sat next to Bakugo, who had quietly yet angrily asked what the hell he was doing for 10 months. This was notably uncharacteristic of the normally very loud boy, but before he could awnser, the presentation had started. Present Mic was doing a great job, and no one seemed to care.

When the physical exams had started, Midoriya had not paid enough attention he was now falling behind. Shit now he has to get moving, but every time he finds a robot, someone else destroys it, well except for a single 1 pointer. He had used his impressive strength to punch through the robots visor and ripped out the core, and crushed it in his hand. At least the painful training his father put him through paid off.

He was sure to fail at this rate if he did not change his strategy, but then he noticed it. The 0 pointer, he would have ran with the crowd but he also heard her. The girl who had saved him from embarrassment had her leg trapped under some rubble. He must help.

As he was running towards the robot he could feel Baku empowering him, using the momentum of running led him to jump between the buildings to gain height meanwhile his right arm was pulsing with a dark energy, when he had gotten to a great height he released the stored energy in a massive blast, using his left arm to stabilize his rights position, the massive explosion had left a the robot with a large opening to its core, Izuku had swiftly switched his arm and fired a smaller more precise blast with his index and middle finger, and like that the robot was destroyed.

Now he realized he has a new problem as Baku's power had been spent up in that first blast and now he was 90 ft in the air and quickly plummeting, he could not use the power within as that was used for the second blast so he was exhausted and forgot bo bring his father's gourd. So he was quickly thinking of a way to land on the concrete without dying. The only apparent way way was to land on his arms and legs, but they would be broken, damn he really did not want that. But this was probably unavoidable.

Right before impact he felt weightlessness as he opened his eyes he was inches before the ground. He also realized that he had been bitch slapped across the face, he had looked at the girl who had done it as she said "release". He fell to the ground without any energy in his body, he could not move. He whispered to himself without knowing she could hear him "1 point, how pathetic of me..." He then lost consciousness as he hears Present Mic shout "TIME'S UP!!!"