UA's Green Wild Beast

UA's Green Wild Beast

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With his dreams shattered by his lifelong Idol, Izuku Midoriya finds himself unsure of what to do with his life going forward. Should he give up on his dreams, and pursue a normal career like the rest of societies quirkless populace? Just when this conundrum bounces about the depths of his mind, the boy ends up meeting an eccentric bushy browed man going about his nightly jog. Little did he know, this man would change his life for better or worse, giving him another shot at becoming the hero he aspires to be. Quirk or not.
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