Bound by Blood.

The Ninth Holder.

Momo had been training under All Might for a year and a half. During that time period she had drastically increased the strength of her own Quirk. She had also been working on her martial arts skills in order to give her more options for when her lipids were running low.

"Momo, come here for a second." All Might ordered.

Intrigued, Momo put down her dumbbells and stood by All Might. Aside from them, there was no one else in the gym which made this even more intriguing.

"Just wait." All Might said once she was by his side.

He held his hand out and Momo watched as gold lighting crackled around his arm. He then flicked his middle finger with enough force to shatter the nearby cameras.

"What was that?" Momo questioned. This was the first time she has seen the gold lighting.

"That is my Quirk." All Might replied. "It's name is One For All. Unlike a normal Quirk, this one can be passed down from generation to generation, increasing with power with every transfer. I was about your age when I received One For All."

"I assume there's a reason as to why you're telling me this?"

"One For All has been with me through dozens of tough battles. The monster who created One For All may be dead, but he will not be the last to threaten the peace of this world."

All Might then straighted his back, standing at his full height, head held high. "Young Yaozarouzu, you may have alot to learn but I believe you are the best person possible to revive One For All. So what do you say?"

"Yes. I will carry on the Legacy of One For All."

All Might smiled and held out his hand, which now glowed with eight different coloured lights.

"Take my hand." All Might said.

Five Hours Later.

Momo collapsed onto her bed, her body absolutely exhausted. Apparently receiving One For All was quite draining. It did not take her long before she fell asleep, though come morning she was going to wish she hadn't.

Murky darkness surrounded Momo who was only able to see thanks to a small light above her head.

"Where am I?" Momo asked herself whilst trying to stay calm.

"So, this is the Ninth?" A tired old man said, suddenly appearing before Momo.

His long, white hair looked greasy and uncleaned. His skin was a sickly yellow color and his eyes were devoid of any colour or life.

"I didn't expect Toshi to pick a girl." A women said, appearing behind the sickly man.

"Who are you?" Momo demanded.

"I am the First, and this is the Seventh." The man replied. "We were just interested in who the Eighth had choosen."

Suddenly several more figures appeared behind the man, all of them staring at Momo.

"Looks like the Eighth choose a weird one." The figure with the goggles stated. "Her soul isn't even whole. How peculiar."