Dekiru: Hero of old

Rebirth

"What the f**k." Izuku said as he saw white wisps? No, not wisps, smoky solid, air? It was difficult to explain. He saw the wisps stabilise and just stay where they were, they moved only when he moved and they came out from the tips of his fingers. He was no doctor, but he could tell that normal humans don't have the stuff come out from them. 

It had been a week since Izuku had settled in to his new abode. 

Izuku had woken up in the trash, and remembered nothing about his life, he only remembered that his name, age, gender and the fact that he loved heroes and wanted to be one. The only other thing he knew was that he loved analysis. He was very confused when he found 13 books filled with hero analysis, what shocked him more was the fact that he wrote it. After a while the memories of his most precious hobby came back. 

The old man had told him that his memories would slowly come back, very slowly. 

Izuku stared at his hands. 

'What the f**k? First I have no memories of my life and then I have this shit coming out of me!'

'Calm down son, listen, you have dissociative amnesia, you will get your memories back, when the time is right. I've been telling you that for a week and I won't be telling you that anymore. You asked for this, you remember the conversation don't you? As for your fingers, I forgot to mention something.' 

'I'm sorry for getting mad, it's just, it's frustrating to know that I don't know how I even came to this place with no memory of my family or life at all.'

'I get it. It's fine, but just know that this is for your own good. Now, as I was saying, your fingers... you're still part ghost. A very small part, but you're still a ghost.'

'What?! I'm still dead?'

'Kinda, you see, the part of your soul that tells us if you are living or not tells me that you're dead, but you clearly are alive. So to make sure you aren't stuck in a paradox I still made you part dead. This just means that you won't be able to actually "die" and cross over to the after life until your natural death. You're still quirkless, but if you die, then you cease to exist.' 

Izuku flinched, eternal oblivion...

The man left Izuku's mind. 

Izuku opened the door to his house. The old man had bought the apartment on the condition that he worked to pay the rent on it. It was the only thing the old man helped him with, because after all, how could he be a hero if he was homeless. 

Izuku sat down and thought about what the man said. 

'Part dead.'

'You asked for this.' 

'2 years, if you're not a hero, then you die again.' 

'You can be a hero.' 

'If you die, you cease to exist.' 

'I will be a hero, I will sacrifice two years of my life to work for my dream. This is my second chance and I can't blow it now. I will be a hero.'

Izuku booted up his computer and signed in. 

He looked up martial arts and started them. He started online lessons and chose Karate, Kung Fu, and Muay Tai. 

He opened a notebook and started writing down his training progress. 

This was only his first step to becoming a hero. 

His training had only just begun. 

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IZUKU POV