Izuku The forgotten Jade emperor.

A new chapter part one

Izuku pov
It had been 5 years since gramps had left this world. I've accepted the reality. I'm now training making sure that I'm in tip top shape even though I don't have to the entrance exams I just needed something to distract me from falling deeper into the abyss . I checked up on my so called family multiple times, they've moved on. Like I never existed yet for some reason when I look into Izumi's eyes I can see a sliver of sadness almost like she regrets it.

I also found out that toshinori yagi was all might.
FLASHBACK

I was walking back when I saw Izumi and all might in an alleyway. as I was sneaking in on there conversation I saw all might deflate into 'dad'? How come Izumi is not bothered about it she must of known as I listened in my blood began to boil "I'm here to give you my power," he said "Ok but why not give it to the izuku when he was around." Izumi responded "he didn't have the power to wield it but you do,". I ran. As fast as I could in any direction I couldn't care in the slightest. A hammer has just been dropped on me. My hero, my idol all might was not only my dad but was able to give his quirk to someone else. He could have prevented all my years of torture. Why? Why? Just why did he not do it? As tears rolled from my eyes I clenched my fist "don't you worry im prove all yous wrong!" "Wrong you hear me!!".

Back to current day
That was a couple years ago. I've ventured in onto vigilanting. It is trouble from keeping out of the eyes of the hero's whilst defeating villains.

I also picked up a job. I realised early on that money does not grow on trees so I went into the town and found a factory job. Nothing major just rearrange the supplies really. It is very long though and it hurts my hands. I should probably get some sleep after all tomorrow is the big day. U.A's entrance exam.

Narrator pov
The day of the UA entrance exams had arrived, and the air was thick with anticipation. Izuku mori walked through the bustling crowd of hopeful students, his emerald eyes focused and determined but with a slight protection of coldness . The familiar anxiety that once plagued him was a distant memory, replaced by a steely resolve. He no longer sought validation from those who had abandoned him; he was here to prove them all wrong.

Izuku's recommendation to UA had exempted him from the practical exam, a privilege reserved for the most promising candidates. It was a small yet significant victory in his journey. The written exam, however, was still a hurdle he had to overcome. His preparation had been meticulous, driven by a singular goal: to excel and leave no room for doubt about his worthiness.

As he entered the exam hall, his thoughts drifted momentarily to the people who had once been his 'family and friends'. His twin sister, Izumi, had always been the favored one, Their parents, especially their mother, had lavished attention on her, leaving Izuku in the shadows. His quirklessness had been seen as a burden, a defect. The day he ran away was etched into his memory, a wound that had never fully healed.

Izuku found his seat in the exam hall and took a deep breath. He could hear the murmur of anxious student s around him, their whispers a blend of excitement and fear. But for Izuku, this was just another day for him . He had studied relentlessly, driven by a need to surpass everyone's expectations. To make his gramps proud.

The proctor called for silence, and the room fell into an expectant hush. The exam papers were distributed, and Izuku's mind was unwavering. He scanned the questions, his mind processing each one with precision. Years of studying, analyzing hero reports, and understanding the intricacies of quirk usage had prepared him for this moment. His pencil moved swiftly, each answer a testament to his dedication.

As the exam progressed, Izuku's thoughts were clear and organized. He recalled the nights spent poring over textbooks, the countless hours of training his body and mind. Each question he answered felt like a step towards vindication, a blow against the doubts and rejections he had faced.