CH0: Prologue
'Power'... : Thoughts
"Power". : Narration
"Power" : Normal
XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX“I learned at a young age,”
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Machinery whirs to life, beginning to move and assemble things.
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“That man is not equal”
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A laser precisely cuts through a solid chunk of metal as the boy quietly notes down the process on a laptop. “Test four of project Hard Ball, item one, seems to have gotten past the initial stages of assembly without combustion or defects…” The boy let out a sigh of relief. “I don't feel like cleaning the equipment again.”
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“And that's the sad truth of things.”
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Now fiddling with the ball, he has wires hooked up to it from his laptop as he runs it through tests. “Internal composition seems fit, the volume is full of the compound.”
________________________“The first incident was in Qing Qing city, China; an extraordinary child was born that could radiate light, and after that, reports of people with supernatural powers appeared all around the globe. Fire, telekinesis, flight, super strength. All the textbook superpowers from comics, and mutations too.”
________________________Now holding the ball in his hand, overlooking it,he felt satisfied. It was Matte Black with green LED’s surrounding it. In the center, on the top, there was a soft button. “Tests show a one to one accuracy in the assembly of the hard ball, internal volume has been completely filled of the compressed compound”
________________________“What was once seen as unordinary would soon become ordinary.” A breath, These powers were dubbed the name, “quirks,” and over ninety percent of the population would have one. In the face of these powers, we would see the first villains pop up, and the brave vigilantes who would face them.”
“This super society would eventually pave the way to the first government recognized profession regarding the usage of quirks in capturing villains, of course, overseen by the government.”
“The first generation of Heroes were born out of hand picked and selected vigilantes whom the government approved of and would dub, ‘professional Heroes’”
________________________He looks at a crash dummy, in a corner of the relatively large garage, the ball feeling hot and heavy in his hand. “Practical Test one of project: Hard Ball, will now commence…” he trails off, apprehensively bringing his arm up, prepared for failure…
________________________“With the rise of heroes came the logistical and technical support necessary to provide heroes an edge against the common criminal or villain…”
“This would give birth to a sub-division of heroics, the support department. Something made to serve heroes and society as a whole, If heroes were the pillars of community, support engineers were its foundations.”
“The right equipment could fundamentally increase a heroes or heroines ability many fold, and cover weaknesses he or she may possess.”
________________________Or so he thought.
Closing his eyes and taking one last breath, he presses the button on the top and throws it, only for it to instantly blow up in his face, and a thick ooze, not unlike slime, quickly enveloped him.
The substance quickly hardens, trapping him in its confines. “Haaaaaaa….” He releases a sigh of disappointment, quietly thinking to himself.
He breathes in, internally musing to himself, ‘well at least we know the compound works…” he nods to himself, well, as much as the hardened substance allows himself to. 'Yes, there is that…'.
‘The compound should wear off in an hour, and then, back to the drawing board,” he hmphs .
________________________“But in this society of quirks, I was quirkless.”
“However, I would learn that quirkless doesn't necessarily mean…”
________________________The boy breaks through the compound, its cracking remains falling around him. Dusting himself off, he goes to the laptop. “It clearly wasn't a problem with the actual assembly…it was a perfect run.” He continues muttering grudgingly, “a problem with the actual design or calibration, then?”
He observes the clip of the practical test in slow motion, seeing nothing indicating that the quality of production was the reason for its impromptu explosion. He frowns, “the only possible explanation would be the sensor…” he stops, rubbing his arm, “perhaps I should switch to a timer?” He quickly shoots the idea down, “no, that would defeat its purpose, to surprise and quickly capture.”
Grabbing another ball, he recalibrates its sensor detection and sensitivity. “Perhaps it is just too sensitive to the air?” He paused, thinking to himself, ‘that coooould be it.’
After recalibrating the sensor, he throws the ball, internally happy at the ball not blowing up in his face, ‘YES!’ he smiles. The ball, upon impact of the dummy, explodes, spewing out slime that quickly hardens around the dummy, completely encasing its body up to its head.
He walks to his laptop, once again muttering to himself, this time in contained happiness, “Practical test 2 of project: Hard Ball item 1 is an overall success, only noticeable failure being sensor sensitivity, which after recalibration, was a success.” Pausing, he types down a note: ‘Add recalibration to the assembly process.’
________________________“...Powerless.”
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Authors Note:
(Sorry that the note is so long, won't be this long in the future)Yep, a MHA fanfic with izuku being in the support course. Obviously, it won't just be an Izuku not wanting to be a hero kind of thing. He, like most everyone else his age, will look up to and want to be like heroes.
Izuku will very much be nervous and traumatized by his time with Bakugo and co as well as general society. The only difference is that he'll be waaaay smarter, like, iron man levels of smart maybe more.
THIS WILL NOT BE AN IZUKU BECOMING IRON MAN STORY! He will be his own man, not an iron man or tony stark rip off XD. The iron man suit will not be found in this story. That being said, iron man is an inspiration for this fan fic. And Izuku will have his own armor, not like that of iron mans, and certainly not used like iron mans.
I think Izuku joining the support course is a pretty niche concept and under used.
A couple things. This will be an AU, Izuku won't get OFA (obviously), And UA high will be UA University. I think it makes more sense to send out young men and women above the age of seventeen or eighteen to compete and fight in the big leagues. Although this does not mean there will be no combat at all in his time before attending UA. I don't want to reveal too much else though.
BUT YEAH!
Join me on this ride, leave a review, I take constructive criticism and welcome it. I'm new to this whole thing, but wanted to test out my creativity with a series I enjoy. I do not plan for there to be time skips more than 1 to 4 months long, just to give you an idea of how long the fic will take to get to the university. (we're starting at the age of six)
CHAPTERS WILL USUALLY BE LONGER THAN THIS! (Probably anywhere between 2k to 5k words) this is just the Prologue, an introduction into this story. Please have patience with me
Thanks,
XxGhosttann_xX
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Fanfiction"Not All men are created equal" Izuku Midoriya would learn this at a young age, and all his life, People would tell him what he can or can't do. He would live through this until one day, where he would finally realize, QuirkLess does NOT mean powerl...