From the early age of four, I always pondered what separated me from all the other kids. For awhile I thought it may be because I was quirkless, but it just wasn't. Many thought that I would be weak and tried to bully me, I'm not sure why but after a few hits they ran away. I'm always searching for a good fight, yet I haven't found one that managed to keep me entertained for more than a few moments.
Everytime I won I was asked what my quirk was. Nobody ever believed me when I said I was quirkless. What's so surprising about being quirkless and winning? I mean my Grandpa's quirkless, yet he's never lost. I learned everything from grandpa, now I need to get stronger so that I can win the next sparring match.
The reason I'm good at fighting is 'cause my Grandpa taught me taekwondo when I was young, since the age of three I've been taught by him. Because of training with him everytime someone tries to hit me they look like they're moving in slow motion, or I instinctively dodge. I've yet to get hit by anyone. I've also fought against opponents many times larger than me, yet they all fall with one punch. It's weird.
The only person I've never beat is my Grandpa. I admire him for his strength. I admire him more than All-Might, if I was honest with myself, he could probably beat All-Might in a fair fight. They both are strong in their own right. I think he might have a chance against Grandpa, but I doubt it.
That's why I must get stronger. To be able to give Grandpa a good match. That's why I search for fights everyday, yet no one I've met is near Grandpa's or my level. It's quite sad actually, I've rarely ever had to go all out.
My fighting record, 285 bouts, 284 wins, 1 tie, and 0 losses. So technically, I've never lost.
Not many people believe I've never lost until I've beaten them. They would either call me a monster or reccomend me towards another fight.
Huh.... guess I didn't notice that I already made it home. Back inside my comfortable apartment. I go to the fridge and search for some food. I pull out some rice, pork, and ramen. I never learned how to cook from anyone so I make my one recipes. I wanted to try and make something with some flavor this time.
As I sat down to eat I looked at the only photo I had in my entire apartment. It was a picture of me in my first gi and Grandpa crouching next to me with a smile, I'm smiling right back at the camera. I smile as I finish dinner. I lay down on my back as I prepare for tomorrow, I'm going to start my third year in middle school. I sigh as I pull my sleep mask over my eyes.
Oh, by the way..... my name's Izuku Jin.
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Quirkless Talent
FanficA young boy with no quirk, yet having power; that's highly unlikely. Such a thing would be a rare occurrence. Whatever, it doesn't really matter. Even though all he's looking for is a good fight. Per chance, have you seen one?
