Despite being a Saturday, the hustle and bustle of Mustafu never seemed to sleep. As such, blaring horns of traffic or the conversations of bystanders filled the streets with a constant stream of noise. Such a life was something that Izuku had grew up with, and it had never bothered him for that reason. However, he could not help but feel irritant at all the pounding sounds that bombarded his head, it seemed as if every word or engine rev had become even louder. Izuku rubbed his head to relieve the small headache he was developing and cut his gaze back to Marris. The fish woman was leading him to a place for the first time, and frankly, he was only slightly unable to comprehend such a thing. In fact, there much about Marris that he did not know, and that made her into an enigma of sorts.

"You are muttering again" Marris said with amusement in her voice

Izuku snapped out of his daze only to see the awkward stares of nearby people. He couldn't help it when his cheeks turned red with embarrassment, and promptly picked up his pace. However, the hearty chuckles of the fish lady took his attention away from the judging gazes of other people. Her aura was beaming with joy and amusement, but this was replaced by one that radiated fear.

"Izuku, as cute as you are when you do that, I need you to be at your best for this. Specifically, your brain needs to be relaxed until we start." Marris said in a serious tone

That information made Izuku perk up. "Marris, it's not like my head will blow up" Izuku joked

"It certainly is a possibility, but that is not what worries me the most" answered Marris

Izuku flinched at her words. What could possibly be worst that one's head spontaneously bursting? According to the blue mermaid, there certainly was something. "If that's not what worries you, then what does?" Izuku quickly replied

"It's whether or not you can handle the stress of the pact, and losing a head would be considered lucky" Marris warned

Izuku's stomach twisted itself into knots with dread.

…

"Little Minnow close your eyes and focus. I want to concentrate on me and connect with me" the fish woman gently commanded, "Reach out like you are trying to find me, drown out the world around you and reach out".

"Marris, I am trying, but it's harder than I thought" Izuku replied with an edge of frustration

When Marris had said she wanted to see to full extent of the pact, Izuku had fantasized about the ordeal. He had expected the ordeal to be similar to how quirks manifest, and he thought he would be able to use his new 'powers', albeit a weak version of it. However, that was simply not the case. Marris failed to mention that the process was exceedingly difficult and time consuming. When they had started it, the sun was just above the horizon, and now it was nearly setting. Izuku was hot and tired and not to mention filthy, and so far, it was for absolutely nothing. He recalls what Marris had told him earlier:

"You were not the first human I have given my Blood, but you are the first to exhibit my own natural qualities", Marris stated, " However, each one who took my Pact reacted to it a different way with a different power. The one binding fluid to them all was the way in which it was manifested".

The fish woman then explained in detail the actually process of manifesting their pact. It was akin to tai chi meditation but with a complicated list of precise positionings, movements, and times. There was even a specific number of times one had to breathe between each intervals between movements. This had to be practiced extensively, otherwise it could have some seriously consequences for the physical wellbeing of the participate.

How and why it worked was something that Izuku could not get a straight answer from Marris. That could lie with the fact that She did not know the inner workings of human society very well or words. The blue haired boy vividly recalled her calling a car an "armored land crab" on more than one occasion on the way over.

Regardless, it didn't help that the location was one of the worst places for Izuku. Marris had promptly led him to Dagobah Beach, or what was once Dagobah Beach. In its place was a junkyard that housed garbage that been washed ashore from the Pacific Ocean or had been dumped there by the local residents of Mustafu. Izuku and Marris had taken up residence in a rather large clearing of in the jungle of garbage, one that mostly home to trash bags of rubbish. The smell of sun-bleached trash and rotting fish had done much to make Izuku dizzy from nausea, while the beach was close enough to the city to be plagued by the noise created by the hustle and bustle of urban life. Trying to concentrate on the task on hand was near impossible by the frequent and disruptive noises, adding to Izuku's growing frustration.

"It's like reaching out to grab prey, but while blind. Perhaps you need a point of reference to help you find me. Look for the sound of dripping water", replied Marris, "Chaos and distraction will impede you, and conquering them is the first step"

Izuku tried to do just that but the distractions of Dagobah Beach were making the task rather difficult. Yet, no matter how well he had rehearsed the body movements, his mind seemed to be taking the longest to find the connection. He kept trying, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't find the tether to their bond, but he was better off finding a grape seed in a bed of sand. His face scrunched up in frustration, as he desperately attempted to find the sound, but voices of self-doubt begun to eat at his consciousness.

You should just give it up

You are a Deku, something useless

I am sorry Izuku

You can't be a hero without a quirk

Maybe Marris had made a mistake by sharing her blood on him. After all, he couldn't even do this first hurdle, she had given a chance and he blew it. Izuku screamed out, as a blaring horn of an angry motorist ruined his attempt again. Izuku looked down, trying to avoid Marris' stare, as his breathing deepened and sweat ran down his blue hair and onto his face. His fists clenched white as he remembered the words of Bakugou and the others. They were right, he really was worthless…

Izuku suddenly felt something warm gently grip both sides of his face, and upon looking up he saw Marris had left from her position. She was directly in front of him, having lowered herself to be eye level with him, while gently cupping his face with her spindly hands. Her stoic expression possessed a faint smile layered with a reassuring aura.

She whispered softly to him, "Izuku, don't let the voices of doubt drown you into deep water. You think that I made a mistake by making this Pact, but that couldn't be further from the truth.", Marris whispered in a shaky voice, "You are a friend that few deserve, and all the years I spent with you are the some that this old hunter will never forget. I watched you grow from when you were just a hatchling, and you proved time after time that you are different from those around you and were destined to do great things"

"B-But, I can't even…" Izuku tried to argue

"Little Minnow, I made my decision because I believe you can become like those in the box", those words had made Izuku freeze, " So, stop listening to the voices of those liars, and think back to pond, where we first met"

Izuku relented to the request after a moment of deliberation and thought back to that night all those years ago. The memory filled him with both happy and sad emotions because it was simultaneously the worst and best day of his life. He thought of that overcast evening in the forest and distinctly remembered when Marris had confronted him. She was dripping wet from the water, and yet there was no sound of the sort in that encounter. The memory blinked in his mind removing the surrounding forest from the picture, while the sounds of nearby city disappeared from his ears. He reaches deeper into the memory, trying to find the moment when he should've heard the water. Once again, the memory blinked this time the pond and the ground were removed, while the sound of sea vanished from his ears. He kept prodding at the memory, hoping to find that missing sound.

Drip Drip

Izuku's eyes shot open, only to find he was no longer at the beach. Instead, he finds himself in a black void, staring at the Marris from the perspective of his young self. It was exactly as he remembered, but now with the accompanying sound of dripping water. Marris was frozen in the outstretched gesture of a handshake that she had done when they first met, but with a symphony of movement coming from the water that was dripping off her blue skin.

Drip Drip

He reached out towards her outstretched hand and grasped it firmly. A white-hot sensation ran up the arm of Izuku, causing him to recoil away from the touch of his friend. The blue haired boy looked away from Marris' frozen form to look at his hand, and to his relief it had not been burned. However, Marris had vanished. Instead, there was a rather crude depiction of Marris in the form of a small statue made from a single and large animal bone resting on a large table-like slab of stone. At the base of the statue, was an assortment of random material that ranged from expensive and valuable jewlry to beat up wooden plates carrying whole pieces of uncooked fish.

Izuku's eyes grew in amazement at the object. "Is this a shrine to Marris", He questioned, "Who would even try to worship her? And for what reason?"

Yet, the musings of blue haired boy were interrupted by some other object that had caught his attention. In the cusp of the statue's four fingered hands was an object that was the size and shape of a marble. It was glowing red hot and would most certainly burn him if he were to touch it. But…

Izuku started to reach out towards the red object unconsciously, as if his body were acting on its own accord. "Stop! Stop!", he screamed in his head, but his body did not heed his mind's commands. When his outstretched finger made contact with the red marble, a blinding flash of light blanketed his vision.

…

There was a faceless man kneeling amid a muddy and crater filled landscape. Wrapped in his left arm was a worn gas mask that was faded and dented from repeated use. His right arm was outstretched, like a waiting beggars', towards some unseen person or thing. His filthy and unkept uniform was khaki colored with many harnesses, pockets and sashes adorned on his person each one filled with various items and trinkets. The shoulder area of the mud stained uniform was embodied with an octopus dressed in a rainbow of colors that was overlaid on a flag from a dead empire of the pre-quirk era. The thunderous roar of an unseen object shattered the image.

…

Izuku's blue eyes shot open and were greeted the stoic face of a very concerned woman. Yet, the concerned face of his invisible friend did not register for the dazed teen. Izuku felt numb, like his senses had been dulled down, and could not hear the pleas of Marris or the dirty sand he now lay upon. This changed when pain violently shot up through his left forearm, and like a turning on a switch, it propelled Izuku out of his torpor.

The blue haired teen jerked upright with a cry escaping his lips whilst clutching his forearm. Everything on the outside world was ignored as this moment of pain raced throughout his system. When the wave of pain finally subsided, Izuku removed his hand from his forearm and inspected the epicenter of his agony. Upon his inner forearm, close to his wrist, was a red mark the size of an American quarter. On first glance, it appeared to be nothing more than a red circle, but a closer look reveals that it is actually a depiction of an octopus in the style of some tribalistic art style. Despite its rather simplistic and harmless appearance, Izuku could feel a strange power radiate from the image.

"What had happened to me?" thought the blue haired teen.

"IZUKU! IZUKU!" Marris frantically shouted as she begun to roughly shake him

The sound of Marris shouting took him out his transfixion with the image on his body and made him aware of the fish lady. He had never ever seen her in such a state of distress with her stoic face bordering on the edge of fright with a aura and voice that were pure hysteria.

"M-Marris, it's okay. I think I am fine" Izuku said in a coarse voice

Marris was not convinced and begun to frantically asked a list of questions. "How many fingers am I holding up?!"

"Um, Two?"

"What does the green female call herself?!"

"Inko?"

"Does your body feel any sharp pain?!"

"No, nothing like that."

"Do see me with a mouth?!"

That particular question seemed out of place. "I don't see you with a mouth."

With that finally answer, Marris breathed a sigh of relief or the equivalent of one who doesn't need air. Then without even a warning, the aura of the fish woman changed to one that expulsed pure menace. Marris turned to face Izuku with a face of thinly veiled anger.

"Little Minnow, won't you be as kind to tell me what had happened to you", Marris demanded with malice

Izuku gulped down a large lump in his throat because he had feeling that he had nearly done something he shouldn't have.

…

Izuku had managed to explain what he had experienced without Marris unleashing her wrath upon him. The fish lady had opted to remained silent throughout the whole ordeal and seemed to grow slightly uncomfortable at the mention of the soldier and the octopus. It was only after he had finished speaking did Marris actually gave her input.

"It seems, little minnow, that you are a strange one, even among those of the pact" said the fish lady

"What do you mean by that Marris?" Izuku asked

"I say that because that mark belonged to a power that I had given to someone who was alive over three hundred winters ago" Marris said with certainty, "But there is only one way to find out."

Marris proceeded to float towards Izuku and roughly grabbed his forearm. The moment she did, Izuku felt an electric sensation emerge in the points of contact, like a circuit had been connected. Using her index finger, Marris directly touched the octopus on his forearm. It was like a switch had been flicked inside Izuku, and made the blue haired teen feel weightless, like he was nearly incorporeal. Was this his quirk? What could it do? How could he control it? Questions and theories bombarded his mind like a bomber, and it distracted him from the sour expression on the blank face of Marris.

The fish woman grunted in annoyance before speaking, "It seems that I was right, you have the power of that Rat."

"What is it Marris? I cannot wait to learn how to use it especially if it's a quirk that you have experience in!" Izuku said with barely kept excitement.

Marris said nothing, but instead used one of her long arms to point in the direction of a broken discarded car mirror. Izuku quickly raced to the mirror and hastily picked it up, and saw…

…nothing?

It was at this moment that Izuku finally noticed that he couldn't see his arms, legs, chest, or head. He dropped the car mirror into the sand as he realized the quirk he got.

Izuku Midoriya had obtained the power of true invisibility.