The First of a Generation

Ch 1: The Ancient Lab

"Speaking"

'Thinking'

Journal Entry

Jutsu/special Attack

"All Might Speaking"

Like a dumbass I start another story when I have so many other fanfics that clearly need updating. But the worst thing is when I have little energy I seem to be the most productive. I HATE IT! TBH I wouldn't mind a neural implant that would allow me to connect to my computer remotely, then I could just type things out as the come to my brain rather than screw up with a keyboard.

"Stupid Kacchan. I'll show him. I'll be just as good hero if not more so." A green haired 6-year-old kid mumbled to himself. His clothes were disheveled, and bruises was starting to form on his arms and legs. He walked slowly through a small forest, trying not to aggravate his injuries. 'What kind of hero bullies another human being just for existing?'

Izuku Midoriya was an anomaly in a quirk filled world. He was born powerless. It however wasn't always like this. About 250 something years ago, unique superpowers, called quirks came onto the scene. At first it was unmitigated chaos but through the haze of it all, a new profession came to the forefront of people's attentions. Heroics, those that put their lives on the line to save others. A hundred years after the first quirk and you could see the effect that quirks were beginning to have.

175 years after quirks and the quirked population finally out numbered the Quirkless, and now 250 years, only 20% of the population is Quirkless. It is a skewed result, as around 80-85% of the Quirkless population is of an older generation. In japan less the 8% of all children are born Quirkless. And even less make it to adulthood.

Izuku sat down, tears beginning to form in his eyes. 'What happened, why did we stop being friends Kaachan. I thought I did everything right.' After a few minutes of sitting and crying. Izuku pushed himself up and began to walk. "I'll just have to prove myself, maybe then I can be a hero and Kaachan will respect me. Yeah, full steam aheeeeaaaaaad!" *BAM* And he tripped.

"ow…" Izuku pushed himself up. 'What tripped me?' Izuku turned his head back. 'A root? No, it looks to rigid to be a plant. What is it?' Izuku bent over and gabbed the object of his clumsiness. *Clitter Clatter*

"It won't, budge!" *Click* "AHHH! Oomph." Izuku grumbled as he rubbed his head. In his attempt to pull on the bar he opened it and fell to the ground. He looked at the open hatch. "An opening?" Izuku peered down the hatch in the ground. He could see a ladder embedded in one side of the wall, and the opening seemed to go down forever.

A part of Izuku wants to run and find the nearest police officer, but the childhood curiosity was starting to flare up. Despite his mature mindset and intelligence, he was still six. And so, with a sigh he began to climb down the ladder.

When he arrived at the bottom he could barely see. The only light that appeared was from the hatch opening at the top. 'It's dusty and the air is stale.' "Ah, AH ACHOOO!" Izuku sneezed at the apparent dust. 'Where's a light switch?' *FWOOSH*

As if reading his mind touches adorning the walls lit on fire, filling the long corridor in an orange glow. Izuku winced form the light suddenly hit his eyes before opening them. Taking a step forward he began to look around the corridor. It looked like he was surrounded by stones in various patterns. Torches adorned the walls as far as he could see.

Soon he came across a set of doors. Written on them was a langue he could not quite understand, despite a few Japanese kanji mixed in. He tried to grab onto the door handle. All he got was a clatter as the doorknob refused to budge. Izuku quickly moves to the corresponding door on the other side. 'Locked. Just my luck.'

Shaking his head Izuku continued heading the direction he was, before coming across another set of doors, and once again tries to open them. No luck. Another set and another attempt. 'You know what, I'm just going to ignore closed doors and walk to the end maybe there's an open room.' After walking down, the long corridor Izuku comes across a trio of doors.

"Dang it, well one of them has to be unlocked." Deciding to try his luck he went for the center door at the very end wall. *CLICK! Creee…* 'Ah ha!' Walking in he was plunged into more darkness before four torches lit up. In the center of the room was a desk and a shelf on said desk. Walking towards the desk he circled it hoping it would not suddenly eat him.

After swallowing his fear, he looked more closely at the desk and shelf and found five, of what appeared to be books. He pulled the first on the right out and cracked it open. 'No good, it's written in the same language as the doors.' Izuku sat down and thought, balancing out the pros and cons of continuing this path. Seeing how it couldn't hurt he grabbed the four other books and took them with him. It took him about 15 minutes just bringing the books up the ladder, but the hard part was done. "I shouldn't leave the opening here, better close it."

Walking up the stairs to his apartment. Izuku heaved the five books in his hands. He had peeked at one of the books while catching a breather. It seemed like the book were more of a series of journals. Maybe the words of somebody long passed? Izuku knocked on his door and after a moment for waiting, his mother Inko Midoriya opened. "I-Izuku, what are you doing home so early? And why aren't you with Katsuki?"

Izuku gave a sheepish laugh. "I ah, got separated and lost. Heh." Inko groaned. "Izukuuuuuu. Next time you get separated you come straight home you hear me. I do not want you getting more lost or worse kidnapped. Speaking of which, what are you carrying?"

Izuku gave a tired grin as he sat down the journals on the coffee table. "I came across them on my way home, I wanna learn how to read them." Inko gave a murmur of surprise. "Oh, let me take a look." She grabbed the book on top and gave it a glance before paling a bit and giving a hesitant laugh.

"This, looks more advanced than I thought." Izuku gave a small nod. "I know, but I still want to try. Could I use the computer to try?" Inko bit her lip as she considered the pros and cons. After a few minutes of contemplation, she had her answer. "Alright, I'll let you use it," Izuku's face brightened, "ON the condition that you consult me if you want to talk to someone else. Alright!" He couldn't nod his head fast enough.

Two weeks later:

It took Izuku about a week and a half to locate the exact langue used in the journals. As it turns out there were only three experts in all of japan on the ancient and long dead tongue, that could both read and write it fluently. Two were active researchers and university professors, and the third was a retired early seventies man.

Two days prior Izuku begged his mother to let him make an email to the retired researcher. He wanted to setup a video call in order to get lessons of the language. After two hours of begging, Inko finally relented with the compromise that she be present in the room during this video call.

They agreed on a time and Izuku was simply waiting until he was called. The moment the call came on he answered hastily. "Ah, hello? I'm-I'm Izuku Midoriya." The face of a grey-haired blue-eyed man appeared. "Oh, you're quite a young man, aren't you?"

An hour later, Izuku and the researcher had both been acquainted. With a newly found hope, sparks came to life in Izuku's eyes as he watched various examples of ancient texts fly by. "What do you plan on doing with this information?" Izuku gave a sheepish laugh. "I, ah, found an old journal written in this language and I wanted to be able to read it." The old man gave a look of surprise. "Oh, do tell? Do you plan on sharing your research with others?"

Izuku rubbed his shoulder with a shrug. "I guess, I mean it's not my life's goal. I, uh, really want to be a hero. The problem is-is that I'm Quirkless." Sitting on his bed, Inko began to let loose a few tears. "…So, what? Records were meant to be broken and glass ceilings were meant to be shattered. There is a first time for everything, and if you want to be a Quirkless hero than go for it. So long as you have some kind of support, I believe you can do great things. And just between you and me, I'm Quirkless as well."

On the bead Inko began to cry even more tears both of joy and sorrow. "What made you agree to teach me sir?" Izuku asked curiously. "Sigh, I'm an old man as you've no doubt noticed. Even though I took care of myself quite well, I won't be around forever. And sometimes life can be cruel, I was born unable to conceive of my own child. Yes, I have adopted, but my son has shown no interest in this form of studies. It warms an old man's heart that there exists someone out in the world that is genuinely interested in such an old topic. Even if you do go the hero route, I will be glad that I could provide such knowledge to someone. Perhaps you could even teach a future child or grandchild of your own. Who knows?"

Izuku nodded extremely grateful to his new teacher. "Thank you for the lesson, Mr. Yamanaka."

Two and a half months later.

After that first meeting it took about two months for Izuku to read the ancient language fluently and that was with a two session per week schedule after school. Another two weeks for him to learn to write almost perfectly. With a few follow up lessons and Izuku graciously thanked his teacher. His instructor wished Izuku luck in life, no matter what path he took. And with that Izuku cracked open the first journal to start reading.

I suppose I should begin somewhere. I'm an ancient relic of a long bygone era. If only Sensei and my idiot teammates could see me now. After 2,765 years, my machine for creating new bodies has long since stopped working, and with what has happened to the shinobi world I once knew, any chance of me prolonging my own life has vanished. Who knew sensei was right in a way? The best way to remain alive is to pass my knowledge down and not hoard it. Although perhaps I'm simply making excuses, but I am tired, epically of living for so long.

These journal swill outline my journey, the events I took place in, as well as some important history and figures. I leave everything to whoever can find it and learn everything. And if I find you in the afterlife and you have not learned everything, I have left you, I will HUNT YOU DOWN!

Izuku nervously swallowed before return to the book.

Now, where was I? Ah yes, also embedded in this book is how to unlock Chakra and how to take ownership of my hideout. This may seem like odd words to you be it wall all make perfect sense in the future.

Orochimaru, Snake Sannin, and Student of the Third Hokage.

OOOOHHHHH BOY! Our protagonist has discovered a hideaway of Orochimaru. In it, mountains of knowledge ranging from the weakest Taijutsu to the strongest Fuinjustsu. Everything is stored in rooms that happened to have a nature energy powered statis seals. The books were the same but only happened to be released when Izuku entered the lab. Enjoy the chaos, Chao!