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People...are not born equal.
That’s the hard truth I learned when I was four.
But that was my first and last set back.
It all began in KeiKei City in China with the news that a bioluminescent baby was born.
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Except, it didn’t.
While the bioluminescent baby is the first example of humans expressing, what would later be referred to as, a ‘flashy’ meta ability or quirk. Human evolution was already in a period of unnatural evolutionary growth. In the past, what had taken five-to-ten generations of natural selection to achieve happened in one.
Before the bioluminescent baby was born, scientists observed an abrupt uptake in the IQs of nearly 50% (49.98% if you want to use the exact number) of the people in the world. Overnight, world renowned athlete’s began to exhibit new limits, breaking records recorded in activities like running, jumping, and swimming on a nearly daily basis. Science and technological advancement were made with technology reaching heights only imagined in fiction.
Yet, as quickly as change began, it stopped.
After the bioluminescent baby was born, and flashy quirks began popping up with no explanation, everything seemed to stop. Those individuals who exhibited a higher IQ were classified as having intelligence quirks, and the IQ levels for the next generation returned to the levels of their grandparents. Athlete’s who trained for most of their lives were easily beaten by those with enhancement, and a new philosophy became common ‘You don’t need to work for it, if you can be born with it’. Science began focusing exclusively on the diverse quirks that began filling the world. While technology continued to advance but instead focused on weapons and super suites instead of everyday consumers.
In short, the appearance of quirks made the human race stagenent, complacent, and unmotivated.
It is this complacent that will eventually lead to the end of the human race. Quirks will continue to grow in strength and complexity with every generation, until people’s quirks become unmanageable. At that point humankind will be so reliant on quirks that they will be unable to contain the disastrous forces to come...
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Sorry, I have a habit of mumbling a lot, but sometimes I just can’t help it.
My name is Midoriya Izuku. I am the third (and fifth), and current holder, of the quirk All-For-One.
I was born quirkless into a world in which nearly eighty percent of people have amazing abilities called quirks. Despite this setback, I always strive to be able to stand side-by-side with a famous hero and say-- “I am here”.
Not because I look up to that specific hero, or because I would like to become a hero, but rather because that hero could have been my savior. Yet, in my time of need, he failed.
Welcome to my origin story.
.Midoriya Izuku: Origin.
The untouchable bar is filled with a deafening silence, the attention of hundreds of hardened criminals focus solely on one man.
He is a legend in the villian community.
The first super villain. The Symbol of War: All For One
“By this time tomorrow, we will have all the power we need to finally put an end to the hero society that works to keep oppressing us. Finally, the time has come to put an end to the era of heros.” Shigaraki chuckles lightly behind his mask, “And it is all thanks to my little rook, Midoriya-Shirakumo Izuku.”
The way Shigaraki stands speaks volumes. Tomura stands to his right and is free to move as he pleases. While, Izuku is loosely held to his left by a scarred hand.
‘By this time tomorrow, I am either going to be dead or gone.’ Izuku thinks, yet can’t help but look at Shigaraki and Tomura with reverence. ‘Maybe, if I was less of a coward, I would be willing to give my life to reach the future they dream of.’
A soft touch reground Izuku in the presence. Their caretaker, Inko: The Bone Mover, brushes a knowing hand against the black soulmate mark hidden under their sleeve. It is an average looking name, Toshinori.
Yet, Izuku is willing to risk their life for the chance to meet the person behind the soulmark.