2 Chapter One

"... This is thrilling."

Green electricity sparked around my whole body as I lay there, on the sand while trying not to move a muscle.

Why?

Breathing hurt my lungs, bones, muscles, and skin. Blinking pained my eyes, shooting spikes of pain through my brain.

Twitching my finger felt like my bones got run over by a car and I won't even talk about when I tensed my muscles.

The One for all buzzed, the intensity of lightning dying down slightly as I managed to tie down another percentage of power.

I knew I was going about this the wrong way, but first of all, letting my body adapt to a higher power was a good thing, even slightly, and second of all, I will not stoop so low as to compare myself to a freaking snack that you can heat up in a microwave.

I left a note to Inko because I didn't want to deal with her waterworks when I went back home.

It was weird honestly, remembering how Izuku acted, how he thought, and how different I was, even though we were the same people now.

I let out a Humm and immediately regretted it.

The pain made me gasp, which made me regret everything even better and finally, I let my hold over One for all go.

Sitting up and wincing, I stretched and trained my neck, eliciting a good popping sound in return.

Life was hard for one Izuku Midoriya.

In the face of bullying, Izuku was only kind, hopeful, caring, and considerate when others would turn to suicide, drugs, crime, and alcohol.

The little kid looked up to one man, All Might, who crushed his dreams before granting him a quirk that would allow him to join the school of his dreams, UA Academy.

Ignore the fact that the crushing defeat he felt when that same man denied his dream of becoming a hero, even without superpowers.

With the mental state, he was in back then I wouldn't be surprised if he became a villain, or committed suicide if he hadn't come across Bakugo and the sludge.

One For All Buzzed once again, the whole two percent of it crackling faintly across my body. Frowning at my hand, I upped the power to five and winced slightly when I clenched my fist.

The pain went away immediately, it felt similar to being pierced with a needle. I clenched and unclenched my hand a few more times until the pain was fully gone.

So, me just lying there for twenty minutes did nothing, but just a few clenches made me numb to five percent?

Well, that's time wasted.

Standing up, I winced again as the same pain flashed all around my body, except the hand I just clenched.

Letting out an irritated sigh, I crouched, noting that the pain lessened some but not as much as it did when I did it on my hand. So, it's more effective when doing it on one body part alone. Good to know.

I repeated the squats and finally, I was fine just walking around normally.

A few seconds later, I went into a small sprint, well, small would be an understatement since I left behind a large amount of dust.

Still, this was nothing compared to the knowledge that was shoved inside my head about high-speed combat.

I was fine mostly if you ignored the small shocks of pain that shot through my legs when I misjudged a step, considering that my height changed drastically.

Soon enough, my stride went from shaky to steady and I got used to the speed.

I am unusually calm about all of this, aren't I?

I'm sure it would catch up to me eventually, but I need to take advantage of this numbness while I can, considering that this might not be a dream, if you take into account the last thing I saw before meeting that asshole, I need a head start.

Skidding to a stop, I crouched down and jumped, managing to reach about ten meters if I'm not mistaken. This would be fine for now.

landing and kicking up a lot of sand, I had to wave a hand in front of my face to not get any in my mouth.

Blinking away whatever got in my eyes, I rubbed at them for a bit. Yeah, this would be problematic if it happened in the future, I need some kind of protection for my eyes.

As the sand settled, I did what was for the best for my future, and upped the percentage by three.

The lightning intensified once more and I started my stretches. It hurt for the first few seconds of every stretch I did, but the pain gradually disappeared.

Getting into a stance I remembered from all the memories shoved in my head, I threw a punch, muscles straining as I moved from one kata to the next.

Gradually, I got used to the output, and my muscles weren't screaming at me to stop anymore.

This was quite convenient actually.

The adaptation worked fast, at this rate, I could get to maximum faster than the original would.

The flaming inferno that was one for all seeped back into my skin, the green lightning disappearing as it did and I relaxed.

Well, that was exciting.

Huffing out a breath, I stretched. I needed to condition my joints too.

Looking down at the black, oversized shirt I was wearing, I frowned. Too big, I need to get a better wardrobe. Better Hero suit... better shoes, equipment... I needed to do a lot of things and I was concerned about what I would be wearing.

Priorities everyone.

My phone buzzed and I took it out, thinking for a second about the code and putting it in when the numbers came to my mind.

It was Inko or my mom, asking me if I was alright and when I would be home.

Considering I was in the same place I trained to get the quirk, I would be home in about twenty-five minutes If I jogged...

I texted her that I would be back in an hour.

Apparently, we were having Katsudon... in the morning? I know it was Izuku's favorite food but come on, where were the eggs and bacon?

Sighing, I put the phone in my pocket and looked around. The beach, even though clean, was still empty. It was expected since it was still morning.

Walking back to the stairs that led to the sand, I walked up and headed back to the house at a slow pace. The surroundings were still quiet.

Looking up at the clear sky, I could only sigh. These three weeks would be taxing, and the future would be hell, but I was here now...

And everything would only get worse if I did something wrong.