3 Chapter Two

This world was flawed.

It didn't want heroes, it needed them.

For pretense, to keep an illusion of peace and control linger for a few more hours, few more days, few more weeks.

The pencil in my hand glided over the paper.

The heroes were just a figure, the agencies were just a gathering of humans that could be killed with a suitable quirk. Heroes were a symbol of strength that the government used to keep its facade of importance.

If All Might decided to go rogue and take over in an attempt to control the country, there was nothing the government could do. Everyone was below his level, and by extension, everyone would be below me as well.

The funny thing was, that didn't make us invincible. If the air was drained from around us, we would still suffocate, if our heart stopped, we would drop like a rock.

Heroes were still human, villains were still human, and they could all die just the same, so why was it that some villains liked to play immortal?

Because the heroes never go far, accidents happen, people die, and civilians might have quirks that can kill anyone but decide not to use them. Just a passerby can have a quirk that can turn anything and anyone into a bomb.

The line darkened on the paper.

Humanity stagnated and devolved into playing imaginary roles, the military was forgotten, overshadowed by the simple concept of getting paid for arresting thugs for life.

Music of the forgotten era blasted in my ears as I looked over what I created.

My suit was done.

Some would feel compelled to change the system, go against the flow and everything that was established to create a better world. Me? I didn't care.

I would just do what I had to.

Taking off my headphones, I look at the detailed drawing that I know I couldn't make, but here it was, like magic.

I ran a hand through my newly cut hair and observed everything that I included.

Three combat knives, obviously. One was the main, one as a backup, and another one as a backup for the backup.

Cut-resistant gloves, forearm guards, and armored combat pants... which were basically a highly advanced version of chain bail between two layers of fabric. summarised in two words: Cut resistant.

Steel-toed and heeled boots for that extra punch along with reinforced soles. A muscle shirt that just said cut resistant next to it because I had no idea what material was needed and a metal facemask that acted as a chin guard along with a rebreather.

The waist cloth that was wrapped around the figure's waist hid the third knife along with the first two from every angle but the front. The best part was, that it was functional.

It would be taken off with a simple, kind of hard tug, meaning disorienting opponents was an option... I had half a mind to request a pistol with armor-piercing bullets and a sniper rifle just to go along with the set but they wouldn't be provided.

Pursing my lips, I picked up a sticky note and wrote something down, just in case.

Sticking it on the sheet of paper, I took it and slid it into the envelope, this would be sent to UA later, aka, when I got accepted.

"Izuku, the food is ready."

I looked at the door of my room, which needed serious remodeling, spotting Inko, peeking into the room.

"Are you done?"

I nodded and stood up, leaving the envelope on the desk, I swiveled on my chair to face her.

"Yeah, I'm done, Mom. I'll send it to U.A. first thing in the morning."

She smiled and looked up at me... more than she usually did.

"Did you get taller, Izuku?"

I looked down at my body, it has been a few days since I came here and I've been doing some training, which indeed made me taller.

"I think so."

She looked at me for a moment before frowning and asking me worriedly.

"I-Izuku... You're not taking any steroids are you?"

I blinked at her, once, twice, thrice, opened my mouth, closed it, looked at my body for a moment again, and then at her.

"No? Unless there have been steroids in the food I've been eating, then no."

She sighed in relief and nodded, walking out of the room a second later.

Surprisingly the realization that everything was real, the dawning horror of what the future held just wasn't there. It was surprising but at the same time, not at all.

Human beings were meant to adapt, that's what made us terrifying, but that wasn't important right now, I needed to get food in my system.

Taking out my phone, I switched the music and put my headphones back on. Considering that the music of this era mostly degenerated to raps about heroes, all might endeavor and the others in the top ten, there wasn't much to look forward to.

So music from twenty-twenty-three it was.

Sitting down at the table, I picked up the chopsticks and dug in, it was sushi.

The headphones floated off my head and I looked up, the information about why it did that popping into my mind.

Looking at my mom, I rose an eyebrow in curiosity.

"No headphones at the table."

I deadpanned, what was I supposed to do? Eat? Sighing, I went back to eating, letting the uncomfortable silence linger as I stared at her, she shifted, trying to look nonchalant while taking a bite of her own cut of sushi.

"So... How is your training going?"

Ah, the wonders of awkwardness. There was no cutaway in real life, so people had to suffer uncomfortable situations just like anyone else.

"It's been getting easier, I think it's time I made a few adjustments to the schedule."

I mumbled the last part. When I looked over the original schedule, it was mainly focused on bulking up and gaining more stamina.

That wouldn't do, I didn't need to bulk up and be as muscular as all might. That was just dumb.