Izuku Midoriya had somehow gotten on the wrong bus while he was supposed to be going on a trip with his classmates. It was the last trip before they would head off to secondary school, but instead, he ended up on a bus headed to some other place. The ticket he had been given was a fake but somehow it worked. This he ended up on a different bus than the rest of his classmates.

As the bus rode along the road. Midoriya finally noticed that he wasn't near any of his classmates. He had no choice but to just sit there and go wherever he would end up and hope he could return home from the trip. Noticed that windows on the bus were oddly Mysteriously closed after a bit for a little bit and was confused where he was when they finally got to a city that looks unfamiliar to him.

Midoriya sat there in awe of the green-clad hero with his orange helmet. Why had he never heard of this hero? Why was there no record of him? This made things feel even stranger, as someone this strong had to be a higher-ranked hero in society.

Also, what kind of quirk did this guy have? He seemed to possess everything—natural martial arts skill, speed, power, and even flight.

Midoriya walked toward the hero, curious and wondering just who he was and what was going on.

Midoriya, still trying to make sense of what he had witnessed, approached the green-clad hero cautiously. His mind raced with questions—he had never seen a hero like this before, and the man's incredible powers seemed far beyond anything Midoriya had encountered.

He swallowed his nerves and asked, "Who… who are you? I've never seen anything like what you just did."

The hero, striking a pose with great energy and confidence, responded, "I am the Great Saiyaman! Defender of justice and protector of peace!"

Midoriya blinked, still processing what he had just heard. "The Great Saiyaman?" He'd never come across that name in any of his studies, which only made him more curious. How could someone this strong be so unknown to the hero world he knew? He couldn't help but wonder what kind of quirk could give someone powers like that—or if this place had heroes with abilities beyond quirks altogether.

Midoriya, with his notebook open and pencil in hand, stared at the unknown hero in front of him. His curiosity was piqued, and as always, he was eager to learn.

"Great Saiyaman, um… what quirk do you have?" he asked, eyes wide, ready to jot down the information.

The hero, still in his dramatic pose, blinked behind his helmet. "Quirk?" He tilted his head slightly. "Oh, you mean special abilities? Well, I don't um have whatever you this quark thing is exactly."

Standing there, Midoria was beside himself, this guy had no quark, but he was so strong and so powerful. He blinked as he looked at him, "Did you say you have no quark, then how did you do that cool stuff, sir?"

The Great Saiyaman chuckled, crossing his arms confidently. "Oh, it's all a result of intense training! Martial arts, discipline, and tapping into your inner strength," he said with a grin beneath his helmet. "You'd be surprised what someone can accomplish with the right kind of practice."

Midoriya's mind whirled. No quirk, but this kind of power? It sounded impossible, yet here it was, right in front of him. He frantically took notes, realizing that there might be a whole new world of abilities beyond quirks that he had never considered before.

"Can anyone learn the ability you were using? Is there someone who teaches this?" Midoriya asked, his curiosity growing with each passing moment.

The Great Saiyaman smiled, clearly enjoying the teen's enthusiasm. "It's not easy, but yes, with the right dedication, anyone can train to unlock their potential. My family, especially my father, is full of martial artists who've mastered these techniques. I learned from some of the best."

Midoriya's eyes lit up with excitement. "Really?!" he exclaimed, scribbling down notes. He had always believed that quirks were the key to heroism, but this Saiyaman was showing him that there was another way—through hard work, discipline, and martial arts training, even someone without a quirk could achieve incredible things. "Where can I learn this?"

The Great Saiyaman paused for a moment, considering Midoriya's eager question. "It is possible, but it takes a lot of effort and a lot of time to be able to get where I am. They're only a few people and this entire world who can do this and put enough effort and hard work in to be able to achieve what I have. As for learning it, I guess those are the only people who can train someone else in the ability to do this. Even then, to be able to pull that level training off takes a lot of dedication and focus."

Midoriya's hand flew across the page of his notebook. The idea of training to gain power, even without a quirk, fascinated him. "I see," he muttered to himself, "so it's more than just a skill… it's a way of life."

The Great Saiyaman nodded. "Exactly. My father, Goku, and a few others have spent their entire lives refining their skills. It's not something you can master overnight."

Midoriya froze, the pencil stopping mid-word. "G-Goku?" he stammered, his mind trying to piece together this new information. "Wait, I've never heard of anyone named Goku in the hero world. Are you saying there are more people like you, with this level of power, but they're not heroes?"

The Great Saiyaman chuckled softly. "In our world, it's not about fame or recognition. It's about protecting those we care about. My father, my friends, they've all faced threats beyond what you'd typically see in a city. Most of what we do is, well, out of the public eye."

Midoriya stared in awe, absorbing every word. Heroes who were even more powerful than the pros he idolized, yet didn't seek recognition? He felt so bewildered, the fact there were people this strong that he had no clue about was amazing to him. The fact that people could train without quirk and get as strong as what he saw, if not way stronger was also mind-boggling. He knew the answer to his problem.

Midoriya's voice was full of determination as he asked, "Could you teach me? Or maybe give me the address of someone who can?"

Izuku paused for a moment as he wasn't sure this was real. If it was, it was the answer to a dream, he had almost completely given up on. It was a possibility for the future. "Mister, I want to be a hero, a person who helps others and protects them like you. I will do whatever hard work it takes. I only need a teacher to teach me. Can you teach me or point me in the direction of someone who can? "

The Great Saiyaman, still in his heroic pose, looked down at the eager teen. He admired Midoriya's spirit, but as a high school student himself, Gohan knew he didn't have the time to train someone right now. Between his studies, protecting the city, and his own training, he was already juggling too much.

With a thoughtful nod, Gohan spoke. "I admire your drive, Midoriya. But unfortunately, I can't train you myself right now—I'm still in school and have other responsibilities I need to take care of. But…" He smiled, thinking of a good alternative. "There's someone who might be able to help you. His name is Yamcha. He's a retired baseball player, but more importantly, he's a skilled martial artist with experience in combat."

Midoriya blinked, furiously scribbling down the name. "Yamcha?" He looked up, clearly unfamiliar with the name but intrigued.

Gohan nodded as he looked at him, "Yeah, Yamcha he can help you I am sure, and it shouldn't be hard to find him either. I think his apartment is pretty close even. Plus, Yamcha has more time these days and might be able to help guide you with some basic training. He's a great fighter, even though he's retired from the tournament scene."

Midoriya nodded eagerly. "Thank you! I'll find him and ask for his help."

Gohan handed him a piece of paper with Yamcha's address on it. "Just tell him the Great Saiyaman sent you. I'm sure he'll be willing to help you out. Good luck on your journey, Midoriya. If you train hard, I know you'll make it as a hero."

With that, Midoriya beamed and clutched the paper tightly. This paper represented an answer to a problem that he didn't know had an answer. With this paper, he could find a way where he could become the hero. He always dreamed of being and without a quirk, he could become strong.

Midoriya quickly How this way to the local library where you looked up information to figure out where this address was located at. As he looked through the address, he was able to find the location of the apartment. It was only a few blocks from where he was sitting at that moment.

Midoriya moved with a great sense of urgency. This was his golden ticket, his chance to make something of himself and become the hero he wanted to be. His mind raced with thoughts about how to convince this martial artist and former baseball player to be his teacher. If you could do that, then the pathway to the future would be open. However, he didn't know this baseball player or didn't know what type of person he was, but if he was with that other, then he was probably a decent person.

When he finally arrived at the address, Midoriya stood outside a modest house. As he caught his breath, something unexpected caught his eye—a small, blue, floating cat was in the yard, doing laundry. Midoriya's jaw dropped in disbelief.

"What… what is that?" he muttered to himself, staring wide-eyed at the strange creature.

The blue cat, Puar, noticed Midoriya's stare and floated over, looking at him with a friendly expression. "Oh, hi there! You must be new around here."

Midoriya, still stunned by the sight of the floating cat, stammered, "Y-You're floating! And… doing laundry?" He fumbled to write down notes, completely forgetting why he'd come in the first place.

Puar chuckled softly. "Yep, I'm Puar. Are you looking for someone?"

Midoriya nodded, finally pulling himself together. "I-I'm looking for Yamcha. The Great Saiyaman sent me."

Puar smiled at the information, if Gohan sent him over it had to be for a reason. "Yamcha's inside! Come on in, I'll let him know you're here."

Midoriya felt A bit anxious and nervous about meeting this great fighter. In his mind again, he ran through what he would say and how he would present himself to best convince Yamcha to teach him. Luckily for Midoriya he was catching the former bandit turned hero at the perfect time.

Unknown to Midoriya, Yamcha was rather bored with life. At that moment he was lounging on the couch, staring off into space, unsure of what to do with his days since retiring from baseball. He really had nothing to do with that moment. We live the bachelor's life with his cat. That was about all he trained still, but he wasn't in any martial arts tournaments, anymore. Nature is kind of stale and rather boring.

"Hey, kid," Yamcha called out, assuming he was just another fan. "Are you here for an autograph or something? Saw me in one of my games with the Titans?"

Midoriya shook his head frantically, realizing that Yamcha thought he was just some baseball fan. "N-No! I mean, I didn't even know you played baseball," he said, holding out the crumpled piece of paper with Gohan's note. "I was sent here by the Great Saiyaman! He said you could help train me."

Yamcha blinked, surprised by the boy's response. "Gohan sent you. Huh, now that's something I didn't expect." He scratched the back of his head, still processing the situation. "So you're not here for baseball but for martial arts?"

Midoriya nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! I want to become a hero, and Saiyaman said you could teach me. I know this will be hard, but that is fine. I will do what I must do to become the hero I want to be."

Yamcha looked at the teenager before him, as he carefully appraised him. His eyes looked at him, trying to get a read on what type of person he was. As he looked at him, he could tell that he was sincere and honest. That this kid was the person who told the truth and did what was right. At least that What is the read he got on him at that moment.

Also, this kid came to him about martial arts and not baseball. Most people coming to him would be more curious about his baseball exploits and his training for sports. So for Yamcha to hear that the kid wanted to learn martial arts told him how serious he was. He had to make sure.

"I'm just double checking here, kid," Yamcha started off. "You know this is going to be harder than any training. You can't even envision in your mind right now that you're going to be pushed past your limits constantly and you will be driven to the edge to get the strength that you are looking for.."

Yamcha looked closely at the kid to get a better read on him.

Midoriya, though, didn't flinch. He nodded with determination, his eyes full of resolve. "Of course, I don't expect anything less to achieve my dream. I expect to work hard and to push past whatever limits I have. I promise I will do everything you tell me to do, and I'll work as hard as I can to achieve my dream. I will be the best student ever."

Yamcha could see this boy had the make up of a hero. He started to think up a training plan for the kid. He could see why Gohan sent him over. There is something about this kid in finding him that was special

Midoriya's face lit up, and he quickly bowed. "Thank you! I won't let you down!"

Yamcha smiled as he had a feeling this kid would be a good student. " Why don't we test out where you're starting places so we know just how much effort we need to put into training you and where we need to start you off in your training."

Midoriya was about to reply when his phone went off with a text about the bus that was going back to his home city of Musutafu. He had an hour to get to the bus.

"I-I... the bus!" Midoriya stammered, glancing between Yamcha and his phone. "I need to catch it if I want to get back home today..."

"Can I see the message?" Yamcha said before he looked at the phone for a long moment. "I've never heard of this place before this city," Yamcha commented. He now was the confused one.

"My home is my home. I am getting ready for the test to go to UA, but I don't think I can pass the test without a quirk," Midoriya explained.

Yamcha looked at him confused, " i've never heard of this place before," Yamcha commented and looked at the message. Something inside told him that if he didn't go with this kid that he probably would never see him again.

"Why don't I go with you and we figure out just what's going on here?" Yamcha reasoned. "Paur, let's get packed up, it seems we are going on a trip. Kid, your first task as my student is to help me pack."