Izuku could here beeping of machines when he woke up. The smell of sanitizer and chemicals filled the air around him as the world came back. Opening his eyes he saw that he was definitely in the hospital. Tears welled up in his eyes remembering that he was alone now.

Grabbing his hair he fell into heavy sobs. How could he leave him behind. What was he going to do? Where would he go? He was completely by himself now. How was he going to live? Izuku was a fifteen-year-old quirkless kid. Nobody would want something like him in their home.

Izuku spiraled for hours. Grief was crashing into his body in waves. There were times he felt like he was drowning. He'd answer the questions from the nurses but he didn't give them much thought. He just wanted to go home. Izuku didn't want anything to do with this place.

He continued to let his own despair fill his chest until there was a knock at the door. Looking up he saw a plain looking man walk in. He had dark hair, glasses, and wore a trench coat. It wasn't till his saw the sidearm that he realized this was police officer.

"Hello Midoriya-kun. I am Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi." Izuku sat up straighter. He hadn't ever met a detective before that he knew of. Maybe he had at the tea shop, "I know you have been through a lot lately. Though I was hoping to ask you some questions? I have to inform you that my quirk is called Lie Detector."

Tears were beading on the edges of his eyes, "Uh um. Y-yeah that's fine." The detective gave him a look of concern.

Deciding to rip the band-aid off Tsukauchi continued, "We found you're home and saw the damage there. Do you know why they attacked you?" Izuku thought about it. He knew what his Grandpa had done now, but he wasn't sure why they actually attacked.

"I-I don't know. They came in while we were eating." To Tsuaksuchi's surprise it didn't register as a lie. Though it also didn't register as the truth. He was confused but continued on, "How did you escape the initial attack?"

"We fought them but Grandpa was hurt really bad. We es-escaped but they found us again and attacked our truck." This time it registered as true, "How did you defend yourself?"

Izuku felt his breathing becoming heavy at the thought of him losing to that man again, "With a katana. I am trained in a lot of self defense. Without a qu-quirk Grandpa thought I should know how to fight."

"Last question. Do you know who beat those last two villains?" Izuku thought back remembering the Izanagi-sama and the rush of strength that came after, "Yeah. It was me? Are they okay? I didn't want to hurt them but they were taking Grandpa's body!"

Tsukauchi couldn't help but sigh. Of course, this boy would be worried about the men that had attacked him, "They are both severely injured, but they are alive."

"I must ask. What is your quirk? I know what your registry states, but it would seem that it is wrong." Izuku visibly flinched at the mention of his quirk status. Shaking himself he looked up at the detective, "I'm quirkless."

Naomasa froze. That statement had registered as true. That meant that the boy's strength was natural. He wasn't too sure how to handle that, "Well that's all I have for now. If I have any more questions, I'll get in contact with you."

"Um sir." Izuku looked up at the man, "What's going to happen to me now?"

"I can handle that." Looking up at the door both men saw a woman standing there. She was somewhere around mid sixties. Long blonde hair and blue eyes. She wore a grey and blue long-sleeved shirt with grey pants. Even at her age she was beautiful.

Sitting down she crossed her arm and looked at Izuku with a matching grief, "I am Hirano Kyoko. You may call me whatever you want kid." Izuku looked at her with confusion evident on his face, "I was a close friend to your grandfather. We are…...were co-owners to the tea shop."

"Unfortunately, I can't just release him to you Hirano-sama." She looked up at the officer with a sense of disdain, "You can make whatever calls you want." She pulled out a piece of folded up paper, "This is a letter, and will that show Midoriya-kun is to be my ward till he is eighteen?"

Everything rang truthful though Tsukauchi still struggled to believe it, "I'll step out to stop to call than."

Both Izuku and Kyoko waited for him to leave before he asked any questions, "You're friends with my grandpa? I've never met you."

"No, you haven't." Her browed furrowed, "We were on a….team when we were younger. I told him that you should know when you were around ten years of age. Just in case something like…"

Izuku didn't need her to continue. He saw what had happened. Grandpa was dead and now he was alone. Well not alone. This woman was his new guardian now. That means Hirano-san was a vigilante to. Or at least he thinks she was but now isn't the time to ask with an officer here.

The detective opened the door, "It would seem you do have custody over Midoriya-kun. I'll leave you two than."

Once the door closed Izuku looked at Hirano with teary eyes, "W-when are we going to h-have the funeral?" Hirano was quiet and wasn't sure what to say yet. So instead, she moved on to it, "We will go to your home and gather your things for now."

They didn't talk to much longer. Instead waiting till he was released by a medical physician. Izuku was as happy as he could be getting into regulat clothes. Though it was just a hoodie and sweatpants. He'd have preferred his kimonos. So instead, silently he followed Hirano to her car and eventually his home.

Arriving made his chest hurt. The house was silent and still. The blood from his grandpa's arm was cleaned up. There was still a hole in the wall that he had made when thrown. Going to his room he fought back tears as he packed his clothes. Along with his bokken that he used when training with his grandpa.

"Um can I come back for my hero merch later?" Hirano looked around his room. Though his actual things were tidy, his walls and shelves were covered in different hero merchandise. Looking around Kyoko had to think that at least the kid had a good taste in his heroes. They all seemed to be good and well natured unlike many of the fakes that she knew.

"Thats' fine Midoriya-kun. Though I wouldn't take to much." Izuku looked at her in confusion, "Why not?" She just waved him forward as she turned around, "Because we are going to be moving to another apartment next to the Tea Shop."

Izuku didn't really care where he lived. Walking through the house felt like his heart was being ripped out. All the memories of this place. How his grandpa first bought him a kimono so he could be like his Grandpa. When he turned seven and he brought over the teens from his dojo to celebrate his birthday. They had brought him presents and hero merch that truly started his collection. It felt like his world was ending.

Gathering himself, Izuku got a bag full of his clothes. He made sure he had his phone and laptop. That way he could continue his schooling. Walking out of the room though he stopped. His gaze stuck on the door to Sakonji's room. Sliding the door open he looked at the pictures of them that surrounded the room. Izuku did his best to hold back tears but knowing he'd never see his grandpa again made his chest hurt.

Though he stilled at the sight of his katana. Unlike the one of his that was stolen, it had a sliver blade. Gold and black encompassed the tsuka. While the tsuba was a golden dragon with red eyes, "You should take it."

Izuku looked at his new guardian. She had soft eyes even if her demeanor didn't show any hint of sympathy, "It will be good for you to have. At least till we get you a new katana."

Grabbing it he followed her out of the house, "I hope you like dogs." She said with no intent on him actually responding. With all the emotions he'd been feeling he didn't have the energy to stay awake. Instantly Izuku fell asleep until they arrived at Hirano's apartment.

Still feeling like a husk, Izuku walked through the apartment. It seemed nice. Small two-bedroom apartment. Very modern, something he was no longer used to. Having lived with his grandfather he was so used to the traditional style he had grown up with. Walking into his bedroom he saw it was relatively blank. Nothing decorating the room yet. A full-sized bed, oak desk, and two bedside tables.

Sitting on his bed he felt the pain in his chest. The overwhelming grief taking over. Grabbing his throat Izuku started sobbing. It was muffled because he didn't want to worry Hirano-san. She was already doing so much for him. Even though he wasn't worth anything. He wasn't even worth having a family.

Sleep came rough to Izuku that night. Over the next few days, he just went through the motions. Having no energy to go and open the tea shop or practice his kata. Hirano-san was there the whole time though. She never seemed to go that far. Even when she was gone, he was constantly getting texts informing him when she was coming home and what she was bringing for food.

After two weeks they had the funeral. Izuku looked around to see if Inko would show up. Not that he was shocked. She hadn't been around since she dumped him on his grandpa's door. For the first time since the attack, he felt rage. A white-hot rage that seemed to take over his soul.

For two days he tried to ignore it. Leave it be. That was until he decided to go to the dojo. Walking in he looked and saw that none of his grandpa's students had been here. Not that he was shocked by this. Without his grandpa nobody could train them.

Taking his bokken he began going through his kata. Thoughts of his horrible parents, the villains that attacked him, and the one who stole his sword. His swings got faster and faster. Izuku couldn't hold back. Spinning he brought the blade around hitting one of the training dummies. The attack hit so hard it sent it flying across the dojo.

Kyoko arrived home to find an empty apartment. Going to the kitchen table she saw a note saying that Izuku decided to go to the dojo to train. She couldn't help but feel some relief knowing he was taking out some of anger and frustration.

Contemplating whether she should go down their or not, she eventually decided it be best not to leave the boy alone. Walking in, Izuku hadn't even noticed her. Kyoko walked all the way to the edge of the training room. His movements getting faster and faster. In fact, she was surprised by his speeds. They were almost inhuman.

Finally, she was about to interrupt until he hit one of the training dummies. With such force that he sent it rocketing across the room. Both Kyoko and Izuku were frozen in shock. She had tech-based quirk so she could never put in powerful hits like that. Izuku was supposed to be quirkless though.

Dropping his bokken he looked around until he noticed Hirano-san, "I-I how did I?" She walked up and looked at the now broken dummy and bokken which was cracked down the middle, "Izuku you wanted to be a hero right?"

"Y-yes Hirano-san." She looked back at him with a scary looking smirk, "I want to run some tests than."

From there she made him do a series of physical tests. Starting with weights. Izuku's strength being stronger than any body builder or power lifter. From there she made him do a one-hundred-meter dash and one mile run. Izuku's physical body was incredible. It had to be due to a quirk, right?

Sitting down she looked at the green boy, "Midoriya, tell me everything that happened during the attack." So, he did. Izuku told her everything. From the initial attack to his supposed death. How he got stabbed and had some weird dream where he met Izanagi.

"I don't believe that was a dream." She spoke soft but still had her very strict tone, "What other weapons are you skilled with?"

Looking at her he thought about all his training, "Grandpa taught me how to use karambits, tonfas, odaichi, yumi, naginata, and tri-fold staff." She nodded, "What are you best with?"

"Katana and the tri-fold staff." Walking up she grabbed a bo staff. Using it she threw a tri-fold to Izuku who caught it and barely got the chance to bring his guard up before she was on top of him.

Izuku used his advanced speed to block attackes. The tri-fold spinning around him effortlessly as he mounted his defense. To his surprise she had so much grace and fluidity it was like hitting water. Attacking out with his own, the crack sent her sliding backwards.

Taking the advantage, he moved. His speed so fast Kyoko could barely anticipate the attack. Only through her greater experience was she able to deflect the attack. Izuku jumped backwards before her own counter could be made. Holding up her hand, "Enough. Come I want to show you something."

Izuku followed her out of the dojo and to her car. Izuku watched as the buildings passed by. He felt pain in his chest thinking about how empty the city felt. So many people walking by and not even noticing them. How many of them were struggling he wondered? Did any of them feel this grief of a death to?

"Um Hirano-san. Where are we going?" She smirked as she passed another car, "Our base Amaterasu." Izuku thought back to his attempted escape from the house. That's where they were supposed to be headed.

Soon they were driving into a rough neighborhood. This part of the city had been all but abandoned by heroes. There were so many people here that were in the lower part of the economy. Nobody would help these people anymore. Izuku hadn't really spent much time here.

Arriving to a small shed Izuku was confused. Hirano got out of the car. Izuku not wanting to be by himself immediately followed. Walking up she opened a small lock box. Placing her palm against it, the door opened to an elevator, "Come on kid."

The door closed and Izuku had so many questions, "Long time ago your granddad was a vigilante. That you knew. He ran on his own and fought all sorts of villains and at time heroes."

Izuku watched her closely. The way she spoke had a reverence to the past, "As much as he tried to go it alone, he eventually gathered friends. One who could use his quirk to build structures like this base and the home base you escaped from. A medic that was quirkless but had more resources than she knew what to do with. There were a few more to. In all there were nine of us. My quirk allows me to turn anything with wires installed into working technology. It's how I created Butler."

"There were so many of you. What happened to the others?" She looked at him with a sad expression, "They died."

The elevator opened letting both of them walk into the room. As the lights turned on Izuku saw the entire room and was in awe. A computer that seemed old now was shut off with many screens facing them. A target ranges off to his right for knives and guns. On the opposite end there was a sparing pad and gear. Different weapons spread across the wall. In the center was a sparing pad for martial arts.

In a case next to the weapons was an outfit. Looking closer it was his grandpa's costume. It was an red armored leather jacket, black pants, and combat boots. A green and blue swirled Tango mask was the easily the center piece though. It was beautiful thing to see. Two swords were in front of it. An Odachi and katana.

"His name was Kensei." She smiled fondly, "We were a great team. We made a horrible enemy though. Eventually we were hunted. It was a nasty battle, but we managed to win in the end. Only three of us survived."

"W-why did you bring me here?" She typed into the computer. Different reports started pulling up, "I still have friends in high places. I just wanted you to know before hand."

Gesturing to the screen, Izuku followed along. Looking over it, he saw that a report to the Hero Commission was on the in front of him, It involved a heavy report of his grandpa. From quirk to skills and businesses. Below that it had an elimination order attached. The hit was payed to someone called the Red Syndicate.

"They h-had him killed. Why?" Izuku felt his anger swelling in his chest. They were supposed to help the heroes, and they did this. He wanted to tell someone. To let them know that the HPSC allowed something so heinous.

Then the realization kicked in. If he wanted to be a hero than his grandpa wouldn't get any justice. Looking at Hirano-san, "I-I can't b-be a hero." Tears welled in his eyes. She didn't say anything. It was like she knew what the answer was, "They would never let me find his killers. Or stop them from doing this to someone else."

"No they won't." Izuku looked into her eyes, "If you do, then they will kill you just as well."

Taking in a deep breath, "I want to become a vigilante then. I want to take his place and save people." Izuku bowed, "Please! Will you help me!"

A devilish grin appeared on her face, "It won't be easy. You will get hurt. Any friends you make will be at risk." Izuku though didn't break eye contact, "Most of all, even heroes will view you as a threat. There are not many vigilantes left. Maybe forty in the entire country of Japan."

"We will start training now. You have the combat skills. A new gift that will give you the power to face down threats. We will focus on your parkour and acrobatics for the next three months. You have a year and a half before you go high school. So, we can decide what you will do before then. I hope your ready kid. This life is going to be tough."

Izuku clenched his fist and looked up at her, "I can do this! I'm ready!" Kyoko looked him over before turning around. She'd turn him into something better than they ever were. He'd be a hero even if it wasn't traditional. A true hero.