God Of Quirkless

Children

"Uh? Izuku?" A black haired girl sweat dropped as her friend/mentor was eating a bit too much to her liking.

In a local McDonald's restaurant, it was normal for it to be packed with people or be somewhat slow. Thank god for Echizen that it was somewhat slow with only one couple, a grandpa and grandchild, and a middle age man on the counter.

Izuku was now on his twenty-fifth burger. Finishing the pickles that were sliding off the middle between the sausage and tomatoes. Looking up at his friend/student while blinking twice before staring at her. "Umm(yes)?"

Echizen looks a bit nervous at the price of all of those burgers on the front counter board before turning her attention back to the green haired bum she respected.

"I was wondering...how are you going to pay for all of this?" Kirishima's question indeed was acceptable since from her perspective Izuku did look like one who would carry any change let alone a bill.

Izuku swallowed the last bit of his food. Looking down at his pants he pulled out a couple thousand yen. Echizen looked a bit confused but brushed it off thinking probably her friend/teacher has a job.

Once the meal was paid, both teens made their way through the city. You could tell it was evening by the sky looking at how it was a shade of sunset orange.

It's been a couple months since Izuku's encounter with the Bakugo-guy. Almost every week, Bakugo would attempt to beat Izuku in a one-on-one fight. The undefeated score remained high due to Izuku's exceptional use of martial arts.

Speaking of martial arts, Echizen started to connect the fighting style her friend/teacher would use in sparring sessions and real fights. After hours of looking at other sources of martial arts, she had come to the conclusion that Izuku's way of the kicks seemed akin to a form of taekwando.

Echizen asked about how did Izuku come to learn about the art and how he excelled at it.

"My father and mother." That was Izuku's answer every time Echizen would ask the question. There was a point where Izuku just dropped the topic entirely and at some point, the black-haired girl knew it would best to leave it alone.

As the months gone by Echizen became stronger and stronger. Now during the sparring sessions, the black-haired girl wouldn't need to use her quirk yo defend herself unless there wasn't a way to block or parry an attack.

It's was strange though to the teenage girl. Even though she knew that she was improving by wide-margins but it seemed that she was nowhere close to Izuku than she first began training with him. Odd enough Izuku brushed her thoughts off as nothing more than training drive. He claims that Echizen built an unconscious motivation to grow stronger both physically and mentally. More to the claim that Echizen mentally places a wall of her strength and Izuku's to help her improve her training.

Reluctantly understanding that ideal, Echizen never let it bother her again.

Lately, there had being times where Izuku would drop by a small general store to say hello to the elderly woman. Echizen saw the two were talking about basic things like food, nature, and overall health.

"Oh, your back Mr. Vigilante? I figured the police would already have you in a jail cell." A third voice joined in as a teen girl about the same age as Echizen and Izuku came into the store through the living space.

"Hello there. Lately, I haven't been seeing you around." Izuku greeted with a friendly smile. "Yea I got something called a life, not some excuse to play hero." The silver grey-haired girl degrades Izuku's lifestyle without regard.

"Hush now Kenshi, this is not how you treat our costumers." The elderly woman scolded her granddaughter for the rudeness in her tone.

"Sorry. Anyway, why are you here?" The girl apologizes then soon went straight to the point. Izuku smiled and took off his hoodie to show a grey shirt. "I was wondering if you can sow my hoodie it's a bit torn up."