I've been working on a chapter for my Seeing Alternate Versions of Earthland for a long while now, but with many ideas keep flooding my brain I figured I would do a one shot to see if that helps with anything. Plus, who doesn't like to do a one shot every once in a while?
I will admit this was somewhat inspired by another one shot I stumbled across a while back that had the same premise. The idea that different people gained a hold of One for All over the years instead of the ones in canon. Unlike that one shot though if I remember right, the different users here will include Nana and All Might being replaced by different wielders. So that alone will show major differences on its own haha. I will admit though there will be other differences from canon too; not really trying to stay accurate too much. This is just for fun after all.
But yeah, a one shot showing One for All going down different pathways over the years. Will this suck? Probably, but I'm going to do it anyway. Don't think it will be too much dialogue in this, but we'll see how it goes as I go on.
Anyway, enjoy, or not, I don't care you all have your opinions.
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The First, Yoichi Shigaraki, was considered the lesser between him and his twin brother, the one who would become known as All for One. Physically weak and believed to be quirkless; yet possess a sense of righteousness and justice like the heroes from comics he used to read to learn how to.
When he tried to resist against his brother, he was locked away like a possession. All for One, believing this to be a mercy and an act of love, decided to gift his weaker brother a quirk. One even that Yoichi's frail form would be able to handle. Whether this was truly an act of love or a way to make him submit may never be known; but regardless of reason a stockpile quirk was placed upon the weaker man. An act neither Yoichi nor All for One would know at the time would go on to fuse into a quirk that unknowingly existed within Yoichi already. The two combining into a power that would one day become known as One for All.
Yoichi would remain imprisoned for an unknown amount of time. Until one day, the base where he was trapped in would become attacked. In many timelines, he would be found and rescued by two vigilantes who led a resistance against his brother. In this one, while that same resistance struck; they weren't the only ones. Another group, seeking to bring down All for One and his growing threat too attacked in tandem. And it was a member of this allied organization that would be the one to find Yoichi.
Surprise and confusion, Yoichi's founder was upon finding him; a man with long scarlet hair with a bang that covered one his eyes. Yet despite this, instead of attacking or killing Yoichi, he offered his hand, a way to escape. A hand that the frail man accepted.
Months would go by since then, with Yoichi under the case of the man and his allies. Yet All for One eventually found them. During the attempted escape, All for One tried to get his brother back, but in the end only ended up getting his brother killed. But this wasn't the end, as Yoichi's blood would land upon his rescuer and be soaked into his skin. And the man and his allies would manage to escape.
From this, the First became the Second.
The Second, Kenji Yoshimi, was born in a world that was falling apart. Abilities once believed to be fiction were now reality. Fear, confusion, rage and distrust grew between those who were normal and those who possess these meta-abilities. Civilization crumbled, leaving barely anything if nothing intact in the wake of the powers that become known as quirks.
Kenji was born with a meta-ability, making him an outcast and a freak. One capable of inducing and imposing either positive or negative feelings or emotions on others. To his allies, he would induced courage and joy. To his enemies, he would induced intimidation and fear. As he grew up, he learned of the wicked of those who would use quirks for their own selfishness, vowing to fight them back while fighting for a world where those like him can be accepted.
Ever since Yoichi's death, he felt different. Upon further inspection from others in their organization, he discovered that he possessed another power alongside his current quirk. He didn't know how or why, but something told him it was important, that it must not be lost. And in the next few years he kept on fighting, his strength growing, all while blood fell upon his hands. He never regretted any of it, believing it to be for the greater good.
Eventually however, they were pushed back from All for One and his growing army across Japan. Reduce to a small fraction of what they once were, Kenji made the decision to leave the country along with what remained of his allies, hoping to one day return and build up once more before facing All for One once more.
When they left Japan through an aircraft however, All for One's forces found and struck. Uncaring for their own lives to be lost as long as the enemy was taken down with them. Kenji and the few that remained fought, but in the end their vessel would crash in a region of China; the large nation in turmoil from both the rise of quirks and from what was currently in the mist of one could consider a civil war.
Kenji was the sole survivor, yet as he dragged himself away from the wreckage bleeding out, he knew his time was soon to be up. Dragging across what seemed to be a forest, he would soon be found upon by a man who wore a zhidou robe and had skin akin to statues. Knowing he wouldn't make it yet knowing that the power inside him couldn't be lost, he reached out and took a hold of the other, letting the power he held flow free into the unexpecting man. Kenji would then pass away right there in that spot, unaware of who the man was nor aware of what he would become known to China and to the world at large.
With that, the Second became the Third.
The Third, Zhu Lingxin, knew he was blessed with divinity.
Where many saw quirks are unnatural, diseases, wrong, he saw them for what he knew they were. Blessings and gifts, that's what the meta-abilities were. Not something to be feared or rejected but welcomed and embraced. They weren't simple tools, the quirks themselves were alive, connected to one another in ways the weak minded will never understand. Quirks themselves were a sign of ascension. Quirks themselves were, no, are God. The one, true, God. And how could one reject this divine being?
Zhu was not the first to think this; being a part of a growing sect that millions were joining in as time went by. He was but a small bishop, but he too grew in rank and power, eventually reaching the rank of High Priest. The leader of a religion that worships quirks themselves. A movement that saw themselves as the truth, not like all the misguided and heretical faiths and beliefs humanity were tricked into believing throughout thousands of years.
Despite his statue-like movements and appearance, his gift came in the form of the Light itself. Whatever he can desire he can form through it, defend with it, uplift with it, petrify with it, and so many usages that only grew upon that faithful day with the dying man in that forest. Zhu knew what it was. A gift from the God that was the quirks themselves, a blessing he was to use to bring more into their cause. To bring order to China and eventually to the world.
Through Zhu's leadership and actions, they overthrew the Communist Chinese Party, using the chaos that came from the appearance of quirks to their advantage, and established themselves as the true rulers of China. Millions and millions joined by the year, their power only growing while they establish their religion as the one true ideology. Still, millions more resisted and fought back, tearing the nation apart further as millions more lost their lives from all sides. Some regions like Tibet and Xinjiang even took this chance to break away to reform their own nations.
Still, Zhu never faltered regardless of what challenges he faced. Even as casualties from the civil war raged onward, as opposing forces pushed further closer to him, Zhu knew that quirks would win in the end, and everyone would see the truth.
Twenty-three years since Zhu stumbled upon the dying man and gifted with the additional blessing, and it would be this day that his reign would be brought to an end. The one that would engage him from a European family that was trapped in the war-torn nation since the dawn of quirks. With wings akin to an angel, and messy brown hair with eyes that burned with righteous fury, his assailant engage in battle with the High Priest over the remains of what was once the imperial palace in the burning capital that was Beijing. The battle lasted for many hours, the landscape around them torn asunder from the devastating power that Zhu wielded.
But in the end, it would be a blade that pierces through the High Priest's chest. His attacker glaring with anger to the one he sets to kill yet bloodied with numerous open wounds. Zhu knew that the gift he held couldn't die with him. He knew he would live onward if the blessing survived.
"My Gift… will live on through you…" Such words would be Zhu's last, his hands placing on his killer's shoulders. His blood entering into the open wounds allowing the blessing to enter into the one who struck him down.
And with that Zhu slumped over his killer's shoulder, dead. The result of Zhu's holy war over quirks would forever scar China to a level the nation would never fully recover from. Not only did regions like Tibet and Xinjiang succeed in breaking away and establishing their own nations, but the casualties from the civil war had range over half a billion. Zhu's shadow would forever be cast over the nation, and he would go down as one of the most monstrous villains in not just China's history but to the world at large.
Thus ends the tale of the Third, and next came the Fourth's.
The Fourth, David Bousquet, returned to his family's homeland of France after the civil war that engulf China since quirks first appeared. Yet even then he couldn't rest. While order was slowly being restored since these powers first started popping up, there were still many uncertainties and problems that needed to be confronted.
David did what he could to help those in trouble, to help aid in restoring order where chaos reigned in the nation. Through the use of his quirk Angelic Wings, he was able to quickly get to one place to another, never stopping to save those who were in danger and stop those who wished to do harm. A hero he was called, a system slowing put into place just like what the United States had initiated. If David was to be honest, he had doubts of such a system, worried that such a thing could be abused in certain ways if safeguards were not put in place. Nevertheless, he continued to do what was needed of him, and do what he believed was right.
Time would pass, and David knew that something was different since his fight against the High Priest. It would become painfully known that something was different when he woke up screaming in pain in the night. Two more additional wings would tear through his back, covered in blood. Yet the pain would quickly fade away afterwards. No one he knew as to what or why such a mutation happened, yet some in the scientific community believed it to be some kind of awakening involving one's quirk. Yet for what might have caused it many debated over.
Deep down, David knew what it was. A result from whatever the High Priest pass down to him. Whatever it was, another quirk or some type of mutation, somewhere within the winged humanoid's conscious, he knew whatever it was, it was important. Something he vowed to use for righteousness and just. Just as how he knew God would want him too.
Over the years it become apparent that it wasn't just another pair of wings that affected him, but his overall physical prowess has shot up dramatically. Distances once far he could clear in a shorter time. What was once difficult to hold he could carry far more times his weight with no issue. Even his endurance grew, what once could hurt him now barely did damage. Despite the growth in power, he never let it get into his head. Continuing to be a hero and to help and uplift those he could.
It would be sixteen years later however did his body began to break. It was small, but still noticeable. Cracks akin to scars form on his body that didn't come from battles. Certain times it was difficult to breathe. But it never slowed him down from acting on what was right, never getting in the way when he was in a fight or saving someone. He wasn't blind however; he knew his body was slowly but surely failing. At first he didn't know why, maybe it was from a disease yet nothing indicated that was the case. Eventually, he wondered if the added power he held was the reason, becoming too much for his body to bear. He didn't know if that was an actual possibility, but he didn't rule it out.
One might have been scared or horrified from learning of such a thing. But not David. He believe if his time was up, then he would accept it with a smile on his face. He led a good life; he would only be proud for what he managed to accomplish.
That said, something told him that he couldn't let whatever additional power this was to die with him. The idea that he might having to give something away that could potentially harm or break them did not settle well with him. But he still wasn't sure if that was the case or not. Regardless, he would ensure whatever dwelled inside him would not perish, in hopes that whatever he held would continue to be a force of good and righteousness.
A couple years later, when he was in the United States, he would find someone he believed the added power would benefit. A highschooler in their final year, a hero in training. Her bright pink hair that reached her chin and blue eyes that shone with joy, a desire to do good that outmatched the rest. He talked to her, a simple chat what many would see a hero giving advice to the next generation over lunch. Without her knowledge, he did a little cut of his finger, a single drop of blood that went into her drink while she wasn't looking. He would then take his leave, the girl unaware of what was given to her as she gulp down her cola and waving him goodbye.
It would be a few months later would his body fully break down, dying peacefully in his sleep. Many mourned for his passing, yet many more chose to remember the good he has done, being remembered for his actions years to come.
With that, the Fourth's time has ended, and thus began the Fifth's.
The Fifth, Alina Heartfilia, was always a bundle of joy for as long as anyone who knew her. Compassion yet understanding; yet too having the wonder of a child. It was amusing to see her light up over the smallest things. Something about someone like her seeing so much amazement in even what some may find mundane or boring was uplifting and heartwarming to those who knew and met her.
To those who chose to do wrong or get on her bad side however, they knew of her as a force unafraid of whatever danger or punishment they may give out to her. Some see her as reckless, which she would admit herself she was. No matter what villain or criminal she faced, she never rested to put a stop then, regardless of the harm she is put in her way.
This recklessness having to do with what her quirk grants her. Regeneration was a rarity among those who possessed quirks, allowing her to recover and heal from any injury inflicted upon her. Even entire limbs can regrow albeit at a much slower pace, something Alina learned the hard way in her first year as a hero in training; taking days to do so. Through use of support gear, she was able to go toe to toe with whatever lesson, challenge and foe she was put up against.
Then something changed during her final year training to become a hero. Her regeneration capable of healing far quicker than she previously could, even an arm she would lose during an internship had return to her in a matter of seconds. Her overall physical prowess skyrocketed to levels unheard of rivaling and surpassing even the strongest and fastest of her teachers in no time at all. Aline herself had no idea what exactly happened, since it wasn't like she did anything different compared to her usual training. Nothing that would explain such drastic results.
One night, she had an odd dream she barely remembers. A realm pitch in darkness with her unable to move or speak. The only thing she recalls of the dreamscape was a shrouded single individual she didn't recognize muttering to her one phrase.
"One for All." Alina would tell her closest friend and boyfriend from childhood of what she experienced in her dream along with the phrase spoken. But alas, neither still had any idea of what that was or what it meant. That said, the heroine wondered if it had something to do with her quirk's sudden awakening along with her growing strength and prowess. Whatever it may be, deep within her she knew it was crucial to keep. To keep alive.
Years pass by and her prowess only grew further. Alina became key in defeated certain villains and organizations responsible for so much mayhem and destruction. One particular note was her involvement in defeated a dangerous cartel operating in Mexico across the border, putting her one of the most known heroines throughout the southern regions of the U.S. and northern regions of Mexico. Even when it seemed like she lost her life, reduced to a single chunk of flesh, from it she regenerated and returned, delivering a finishing blow to the cartel's leader.
Unbeknownst to her, her Regeneration quirk, empowered by the growing power called One for All she held inside, managed to fend off the burden that it had upon her. Keeping her alive far longer than she initially should have, allowing her to live a longer life and leave a greater impact.
Over forty one years since she had unknowingly gained the second powerful quirk, her regeneration could only hold back the burden for so long. But she lived a successful life, marrying her childhood sweetheart and having multiple children and grandchildren that would leave their own impact on the world in their own ways. A heroine that would be remembered for her contributions and successes.
Sadly, her final moments would not be of peace. Along with her husband, she was in Honduras choosing to spend what little time she had left when the resort and town she stayed at came under attack. A dark cloud of insects and flies spreading sickness and disease blocked the sun, and a horde of those once people themselves, tainted carriers of rot and plague brought themselves down upon all, regardless of if they were men or women, young or old, innocent or guilty. Still, with what little remained of her strength, she was able to help her husband and numerous lives escape and flee through the help of other heroes and the military.
A single figure would stood before her failing and breaking body, the one behind the growing rot and decay that slowly spread throughout the town and surrounding landscape. Alina felt regret in this moment, having a feeling that something in her needed to bloom onward, to survive beyond her own life. Yet its only chance of survival lied in the corrupted one before her.
With her last breath, she pass it down, her blood soaking into the exposed, necrotic skin of the one that stood before her while his rot consumed her unmoving body into the mass of defiled fungi. The one who would go on to leave his own mark upon the world that would never be forgotten.
With that, the Fifth became the Sixth.
The Sixth, Iuihuani Necaton. The Lord of Flies. The Plague Bringer. The Unclean One. These are but a few titles given to him by those who do not embrace his rot, who don't embrace his pestilence.
From Honduras was where he was born, and from Honduras where his plagues swept over the land. People regardless of age, background, and belief became affected by his diseases, transforming them into servants and carriers of his contagions. To spread his plagues, to spread his rot and pestilence, that was all he strive to do. Until the entirely of the Western Hemisphere was consume by his decay. Then, it will spread across the seas and take the rest of the globe. Until all was a part of his garden of rot.
While his power would naturally grow on his own as he mutated further, his strength and abilities to spread his plagues and afflictions grew far quicker due to the new power that now dwelled inside of him, unaware of the powerful quirk he had received.
Overtime, his body grew in size, tall compared to most barring those with Gigantification quirks. More bloated with corruption and diseases which oozes out putrid slime. His skin which was already sick and necrotic grew more so and leathery, becoming more foul-colored. Mutations such as horns also grew while his own stomach tore open, revealing intestines spilling out as horrific odor emitted from him. Yet despite it all he still marched onward, spreading his plagues unbothered by what his appearance has become. In fact, he embraced it.
Despite his abhorring appearance, and despite his actions, for those capable of seeing him in the flesh were befuddled by how… jovial and friendly he was. Nothing at all like one would expect his putrid appearance and his actions would indicate. Iuihuanu didn't see what he was doing as something wicked and evil, nor did he see what he brought on those who go against him as punishment. Instead, he believes the plagues he spreads are gifts, and sees those who succumb to his pestilence cry out in gratitude instead of pain and agony. His own followers and servants themselves see Iuihuani as a jolly grandfather, with the Plague Bringer treating his armies as if they were all his children. For those who succumb to his diseases, the Unclean One gives them comfort with their suffering, giving relief from the pain along with a strange satisfaction of their depressive forms like a form of monstrous self-approval.
As the years went by, his plagues and rot spread across all of Central America, even pushing into Mexico and into South America through Colombia, Venezuela and Ecuador alongside his army of plague infected minions. But even when deep within the living rot and paradise of death, many still resisted and fought on pushing the contagions back. At one point, believing it to be the best course of action that would result in less loss of life and with approval of the nations under the Plague Bringer's assault, the United States fired off numerous nuclear missiles the like never before seen unleashed upon the world where Iuihuani was located in Managua, the capital of Nicaragua.
It didn't work.
While the city and everything else within and outside of it was washed away by atomic fire, Iuihuani survived. Not unharmed, but still alive and kicking. The Unclean One persevering through such destructive power and continued onward with spreading his garden of rot.
Eventually, despite the initial failing from such an attack, Iuihuani would find his plagues and pestilences be purge and pushed back. Everyone capable of fighting, the military, heroes, vigilantes and villains alike coming together from many nations across the globe that were capable of sparing what they could to push back and defeat the Plague Bringer once and for all. Through more years of fighting, eventually Iuihuani's armies were struck down and push back along with his plagues and rot. It would be in San Jose, the capital of Costa Rica where one final stand against Iuihuani would take place. Many great heroes, vigilantes and villains setting aside their differences and rivalries to take down the monstrous threat.
In some timelines where Iuihuani exists, while he would be defeated he wouldn't be able to be killed, and thus would be one of a few locked away in the most secured prison on the planet far from any nation. Here however, it would both be the combined assault and the burden of One for All that would bring him down.
Like a dam bursting forth, the combined assault and the secondary quirk's burden hit at once. His bloated and deformed body bursting forth unable to handle it all taking place at once. Even as what remained of his large form lied on the rotting and decimated ground, he was still conscious enough for one final act. He didn't know why, but he knew he had something in him that he could pass on, allowing him to never truly die. He wouldn't allow his rot to vanish from the earth, and thus he wouldn't let it.
His eye set upon one of many who took part in striking him down, a heroine with short yet messy dark blue hair with bangs covering her right eye which were brown in color. Before anyone could react, he shot his arm forward, shoving one of his fingers into the heroine's mouth, allowing what substances be unintendedly swallowed by her while she ripped away from him, gagging all the while.
A smile on his face, the Plague Bringe's remaining eye rolled over, the life finally leaving him as his arm fell limp. Iuihuani, one of the most monstrous and dangerous villains the world has and will ever see, was dead. His actions forever leaving a mark on the world, with his plague infecting lands that would take many decades to fully heal and recover from. His existence and the damage his power brought revived debate and belief in a theory once disregarded known as the Quirk Singularity, where quirks may become too powerful that would bring about total annihilation.
Yet through the threat of him, he had unknowingly united multiple nations and peoples together in ways not seen since centuries ago. The rebuilding in Central America would lead the nations of the region taking the first step to what would eventually lead to the reformation of the Federal Republic of Central America. In South America, so too has the first step be taken through rebuilding and coming together to what would reform Gran Colombia. From there, other nations on the continent would be inspired and start their own movements. Peru, Bolivia and Chile would eventually come together in a new Confederation, and the nations of Argentina, Paraguay and Uruguay would eventually reform together into the Rio de la Plata Union.
With that, the Sixth's time ended, now begins the Seventh's.
The Seventh, Amara Moore, was considered a prodigy since she was a little girl. With great control of her quirk and successions in her academics, her family and friends knew that she could go anywhere and achieve greatness and fame.
Yet fame she cared little for. She wanted to be a hero, just like her grandfather from her dad's side of the family was. She wanted to be able to lift people up and wash away their worries and fears, assuring them that everything will be alright. Just like how her grandfather and heroes she met did the same for her.
When she finished her training from the top hero school in the United Kingdom, Amara never thought she would be one of many to be called in to aid in the attack against the Plague Bringer threatening the Americas. She would not deny it, she was terrified when she first saw the bloated and necrotic villain, yet her desire to help and to put a stop to his terror was even greater, aiding in many others to finally put the monster down. Despite his last act of getting to her, it seemed nothing came of it as no diseases or rot or any of the sorts was found in her afterwards. Whether it was due to him not having any real power left after being put down the way he did or what, Amara was relieved that nothing would kill her. Or worse, turn her into those jolly yet deprived carriers of contagions like those in that monster's army.
Since then, however, the sudden increase of strength and power she wielded along with her quirk undergoing a rather powerful awakening didn't go unnoticed by her nor by those around her. Especially since she shattered her arm when aiding to stop a villain running rampage through the city of Glasgow because of this sudden increase in physical might.
When she and her friends and allies looked into this, they were surprised to discover that she possessed another quirk factor that wasn't presence before. Where it came from or where she got it from most were unsure, but Amara wondered if the Unclean One gave it to her from when he got a brief hold of her. But if that was the case, why would such a monstrous entity give her a power boost? For what reason? And why her? Was it because she was closest to him when he went down? Even when she shared this possibility with the rest, they were just as stumped as her as to why Iuihuani would give her power upon his death. Especially if it didn't seem to corrupt her or anything of the sorts.
Regardless of reason, whatever this grand power she now held came from, Amara would ensure it was use for good and for the safety of others. Not for chaos and corruption like the Plague Bearer if it indeed came from him.
Such a promise she went on keep, gaining control over it along with the massive boost it gave to her own original quirk. Initially believed to just summon forth and control lighting, Amara was quick to learn how much more possibilities she could use and unleash on the wicked. Electric, magnetic, and electromagnetic fields she could too now control and wield to what she wanted, even now being capable of manipulating iron sand particles into whatever she could think of. She could even use her quirk to manipulate the weather to an extent.
Admittingly all of this overwhelmed her at first, but eventually she pressed forward and eventually mastered her newfound abilities all while continuing to get even stronger than before.
Eventually, she along with some other heroes and her friends aware of her secondary power would be brought into an organization backed by the governments of the United States, the Russian Federation, the United Kingdom, France and Japan. Due to the danger the Plague Bringer wrought and knowing more like him would one day appear or may already be active, the faction seek to aid in defeating of such foes and hunting down any threat that may cause a danger to the world as a whole without the issues and burdens of bureaucracy and regulations that the actual governments had to jump through. Amara and her allies joined, and the secret of her secondary yet powerful quirk now known to the organization, knowing that such a thing must not become known to the world nor fall into the wrong hands.
Thus, years would go by, Amara would make a name for herself not just in Great Britian but even throughout the globe. Known most to the masses as her hero name Electroheart, she became one of a handful heroes that were capable of operating internationally, traveling wherever she could saving lives and putting a stop to villains, criminals, and monsters. Certain instances made her further known, such as one alarming event where she aided in taking down a dangerous machine capable of copying the quirks of others into itself akin to an ever-evolving force, created by a mad scientist who had perished by his own creation's hands. The resulting battle decimated Sulawesi, with the large Sunda Island having been nearly fully evacuated due to how widespread the destruction from the fight was. The island itself was at risk of being sunk from the force of the fight but such a fate was avoided and rebuilding quickly commenced.
Amara even eventually found love among one of her friends, even married and having five children of her own to which she adored and loved with all her heart. Even as well-known as she was and with her responsibilities, Amara ensured proper balance between her home and hero life. She even used this as a chance to encourage other heroes across the world, knowing that they can't always rely on her or certain other heroes to show up and deal with a problem that may appear.
Eventually however, during her travel when in the nation of Greece, she would stumble upon a rather particular sight in the city of Preveza. A villain beaten on the ground, with a weary yet wide eyed middle schooler with what looked like a makeshift sword in his hand staring at her as if he was a kid caught taking a cookie from the cookie jar. After turning in the villain, she talked with the young boy, curious as to why someone of his age was out acting like a vigilante instead of leaving it to heroes or police.
The answer she received from him made her decide right then and there. She knew she was getting older, and lately she felt more exhausted than usual too. And the determination that burned in the boy's eyes… Amara knew that he would achieve many things, she would take him in and train him. Bestow to him the power she herself was given. It was time for a successor.
She took him in, and with that the Seventh became the Eighth.
The Eighth, Alexander Chalkis, was an odd one out in this current world.
Where most of humanity now possessed quirks, he was born without any power of his own. Orphaned at a young age, expose to harshness someone young shouldn't be, yet a desire for justice burned brightly in his heart. Everywhere he looked, villainy and injustice was always presence, no matter how much heroes and others tried to push them back. He wanted to do his own part to make the world a better place for everyone regardless of who they may be and what quirk or lack of one they possess. A protector and a guardian like the knights of old is what he aimed to be.
Such an opportunity given to him by his new mentor is one he would always be grateful for and refused to let Amara down. He put everything into all he did, his training, his diet, his academics, he pushed himself in every way he could. Through the encourage and guide from Amara and others, he eventually reached his goals he sought. After two years of training, he was gifted with the mighty power Amara possessed, even if he did felt he was going to be sick due to eating a piece of hair, but Amara figured it was the least gross way for her to pass it down to him.
Upon the power setting in, it was like a missing cog put into place inside him. It was clear that Alexander seemed gifted with the mighty power of One for All breaking limits not even his predecessors were able to reach. Without realizing it, due to being an empty vessel with no power of his own, he would not bear the burden and strain that the mighty quirk had affected previous wielders but instead make the quirk fully his own. Alexander would continue training and grow even more powerful, becoming a hero of his own. Whether it was due to his training, his diet of raw foods like meat and dairy, a side affect of One for All or a combination of it all, upon adulthood Alexander grew to be a behemoth of a man, standing over nine feet tall over most capable of feats unheard of.
To his sadness, his mentor Amara would not live long enough to see his debut into the world. The burden from One for All finally taking her, she died peacefully in her sleep surrounding by her family and friends. Alexander too was present, eternally grateful for everything she has done for him and given him a chance to be a hero. She was like a mother to him, and he vowed to make her proud and use the quirk he wielded to save and protect just like she did before him.
Wearing armor that resembles a bronze knight and wielding a massive greatsword that dwarfed the size of most adults, he would take the world by storm upon his introduction, single handedly defeating a monstrous foe that threatened to sink the entirely of Sardinia without issue. Known to the masses across the globe as his hero name Custodian, he became one of a small number of heroes that operated internationally travelling all abroad. He inspired many others, both already heroes and those who wish to become ones, such as in the United States where a little girl he saved named Cathleen Bate desired to be a hero and protector like him. It was no doubt that to many, Alexander was considered to be the strongest hero in all the world; known by all as the Knight of Justice.
With all the praise, fame, and reputation, never once did Alexander let it all get to his head. Like his mentor before him, he uplifted others, inspiring them to reach greater heights. He didn't want to leave anyone behind and become complacent or always rely on him and others, doing what he could to avoid such an outcome.
Years pass, and he along with his allies would become aware of an ancient foe and the forces he has amassed in secret over the years. All for One, upon seeing Alexander for the first time realized that his brother and his quirk was not as lost as he initially thought. For the next number of years, Alexander, his friends and the organization he and his predecessor were allied too worked together to tear down the massive villain empire All for One build up over the years across the world, refusing to let the demon lord succeed. Victories and losses build up from both sides, eventually cultivating to one final confrontation that would shake the world.
When the final battle came, Alexander was not alone. Militaries and Heroes from across the globe Alexander rallied and united to join in the fight against the demon of thousands upon thousands of quirks. From the United States such as Cathleen Bates now known as Stars and Stripes, from Japan where the battle took place in Enji Todoroki known as Endeavor, and many others among the best and top heroes of many nations worked together in unison against the ancient evil that existed since the dawn of quirks. All while the world watched on with bated breath, cheering in support for their protectors and heroes. The battle lasted for numerous days…
…But in the end, from a final blow by Alexander, All for One met his end. The ancient evil that existed since the dawn of quirks was no more. Any allies the demon lord still had were too defeated, either struck down themselves or were to stand trial for their actions and atrocities they committed and unleashed. Among those being a doctor named Kyudai Garaki who had been working in horrific human experimentations to create monsters akin to super soldiers with numerous quirks themselves. Alexander, Cathleen, and many others were hailed as heroes and saviors of humanity, which would inspire future generations to become heroes, all while bringing the nations of the world closer together than ever before as rebuilding commenced.
Time goes on, and Alexander remained vigilant while continuing to save and uplift those he could. He knew that evil will always arise no matter the form or name, and believed he and everyone else must continue to ensure no such evil ever arises and threatens the innocent again.
A few years after All for One's demise, Alexander would find himself in Japan once again, bearing witnessing to a sight that reminded him of his own mentor finding him. A villain was raging around, yet while local heroes remained pushed back or trying to rescue civilians, a middle schooler boy with dark green messy hair and green eyes with freckles rushed forward, having tackled someone in danger out of the way of harm. The boy would have been hurt himself had Alexander not intervened, subduing the villain no issue.
After the situation was over with and everyone was accounted for and checked for injuries, the Knight of Justice talked to the boy, curious to why he would put himself in harms way. From the timid boy he received an answer, one similar to one he gave to his own mentor all those years ago. Thus, like how Amara gave him a chance, Alexander would give this boy a chance to become a hero, holding out his hand to the young boy that would become his successor.
With that, the Eighth became the Ninth, and only time will tell what impact and legacy Izuku Midoriya will leave behind.
There we go, one shot done! Other than Yoichi and Izuku, we got a look into the lives of those different who gained a hold of One for All. Needless to say, with what they were shown to do even when One for All was weaker in power and how One for All will reach Singularity, this Izuku will be overpowered as crap haha. Overall, I had fun with it, good to get it out of my head. I think the T rating works here, but if needed I can change it should it be required, so let me know of that.
For anyone that might be wondering, the prison briefly mentioned regarding Iuihuani isn't Tartarus, it's a completely separate prison operated by both the United States and Russian Federation. Might have ideas for such a thing involving it for future stories or timelines, who knows.
And for anyone that also might be curious, imagine Alexander's armor resembling the armor of the Crucible Knights from Elden Ring but bulkier.
But there you have it, what did you all think? Thought it was neat? Thought it was retarded? Want me to kill myself? Let me know.
See you all next time, whenever that will be.