AN: I was watching What if Izuku Met Ryoko from We the Celestials and thought, "Well, this is just Tenchi Universe," so I looked up Tenchi and Mha fics and couldn't find any, so I thought, "Why not make a fan fic of Izuku as Tenchi in the OVA series Tenchi Muyo Ryo Ohki? Hopefully, this will help with my writer's block on my other stories.

Chapter 1

"I'm supposed to be the guy who is always smiling, right? I'm the symbol of peace, but honestly, I smile to hide the fear inside. Being a hero is tough, and some villains can't be taken down without powers." All Might's face looked ragged as he sighed. "So no, I honestly don't think you can be a hero without a quirk." With those words, Izuku's hopes were shattered.

"I-I see…" He could barely speak without crying.

"If you want to help people, there are other ways to go about it. The police get crap because heroes catch the villains, but it's a fine profession, and without them, heroes would have a much harder time." All Might walked to the door on the roof. "There are also doctors and firefighters. *sigh* I'll be sure to explain you're up here. Someone will come let you in. I have to go." All Might opened the door and left without waiting for Izuku's response.

Izuku just stared at the door for what felt like hours before finally knocking and making his way down the stairs. He knew his dream was far fetch but he had hoped All Might would believe in him. 'I guess I was wrong.' He should be angry, but he wasn't; he felt like a fool for believing in such a dream. Summer break was coming up soon, and he was going to his grandfather's shrine. Maybe he would have some answers for him. He remembered the old stories his grandfather used to tell him. Several hundred years ago, a demon fell to earth and started causing havoc. It was eventually stopped by a warrior wielding a bright sword that, according to legend, could cleave the stone in two. The warrior's name was Yosho, and he was their ancestor.

"I guess I couldn't even live up to my ancestor's legacy, huh?" He asked no one in particular. Before he knew it, he was standing in front of his apartment complex. Bracing himself, he headed to his door, expecting his mother to start crying as he had gotten home late. Instead, there was silence, and he could hear his mom on the phone. Giving a quick but quiet greeting to his mother, he went to his room to study for the tests before the summer break. Half an hour later, his mother opened his door and looked upset.

"Mom?" Izuku was worried now. Had something happened?

"Izuku, it's Katsuki." His mother started. "He was attacked by some sludge villain." He felt ice in his veins. Was it the same villain All Might had caught? Did it get away somehow? Was it his fault?

"Is-Is he ok?" Izuku's throat was dry, and he sounded hoarse.

"They were able to save him just barely. He's been taken to the hospital. They said he was without air for a long time, but with the right treatment, he should be fine. Mitsuki doesn't know if he'll be able to make it to the entrance exam." His mother was tearing up now. "I'm so glad you're ok, though if you had been caught like that, I don't know what I would do!" He couldn't tell her what had happened to him now; he didn't want to worry her.

"It's ok Mom, remember, next week I'm going to Grandpa's, and villains never go near the area. So I'll be perfectly fine." Sure, it would be boring, as no heroes bothered with the area; however, that might be what he needed. The last week of classes was weird without Bakugo; no one paid Izuku any attention, and the teachers had them all write get-well-soon letters to the explosive boy. Izuku didn't know what to write, it was his fault his old friend got hurt but at the same time said friend was the cause of so much pain. Knowing the teacher would likely read them he kept his letter short and to the point, wishing Bakugo a quick recovery and lying to himself and the explosion user when he said he knew some villain wouldn't stop Kacchan from becoming a hero. Finally, the last day of classes hit and summer vacation had started. Izuku was busy packing his bags when his mom came into his room.

"Izuku are you ready?" His mom asked in a worried tone.

"Yeah, and you don't need to worry Mom, there has never been a villain attack near the shrine," Izuku reassured her.

"I know dear, I'm just worried Katsuki is still in the hospital after all. Are you sure you want to go this year? I'm sure Grandpa would be fine if you didn't visit this year after the attack and all."

Izuku looked at his mother with a determined expression. "I need this, Mom. I need some time away to figure things out. Besides, Grandpa has always been there for me, and I can't let fear dictate my actions."

His mother sighed, understanding the resolve in her son's eyes. "Just promise me you'll be careful, Izuku. And call me if anything feels off."

"I promise, Mom," he said with a small smile. After finishing packing, Izuku hugged his mother tightly. "I'll make sure to bring back some good luck from the shrine for Katsuki too."

As he made his way to his grandfather's shrine, Izuku couldn't shake off the guilt that lingered within him. The incident with Katsuki weighed heavily on his conscience. Deep down, he couldn't help but wonder if there was more he could have done if he could have stepped in and made a difference.

Upon reaching the shrine, the familiar sight of the ancient Torii gate and the peaceful surroundings gave him a sense of comfort. The air was filled with a serene energy that he desperately needed. Grandpa was waiting for him, sitting near the shrine with a warm smile on his face.

"Izuku, my boy! It's good to see you," Grandpa exclaimed, embracing him. "I sense that you carry a heavy burden. Let the spirits of this place guide you, and you may find the answers you seek."

As days passed, Izuku immersed himself in the routines of the shrine – helping with chores, practicing martial arts, and spending quiet moments in meditation. Grandpa noticed the turmoil in his grandson's eyes but decided to let him find his path.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Izuku stood before the ancient sword that belonged to their ancestor, Yosho. Izuku wasn't proud of the way he tricked his grandfather but he needed to see it at least once. The blade was hidden in a miniature shrine, and a strange pull seemed to emanate from it. Lost in thought, he wondered if he could ever live up to the legacy of the warrior who had once saved the world.

Suddenly, one of his grandfather's sayings returned to him. "Young Izuku, the power to be a hero lies not just in quirks or strength. It resides in the choices you make and the willingness to stand against adversity."

Izuku felt a surge of determination. Maybe he didn't have a quirk, but he had the power to make a difference. He reached in and grasped the hilt of the sword and with some force, he was able to bring the blade out of its resting area. He held the sacred weapon with reverence as he slowly removed the sheathe only to see that the blade had rusted. His heart sank and in a fit of desperation, he swung the ruined blade downward where it snapped upon a rock.

"No, no, no what did I do? Oh, Grandpa is going to be so mad. Maybe I can just place the hilt ack on the sheathe and…" Izuku watched as the sheathe crumbled to dust and started to freak out even more. However, the sound of moving stones distracted the boy and the wall where the miniature shrine was nested against had opened up showing a downward slop and he felt that pull again. Before he could think his feet were moving on their own and he soon found himself slipping into a far greater adventure, one that would make his dreams of becoming a hero look like a children's play.