Author: undefmidi

2018

Boku no Hero characters, original story, and everything belongs to Kohei Horikoshi, the author of said series. I only own the Plot.

Fate series characters, original story, and everything belongs to TYPE-MOON, the owner of said series. I only own the Plot.

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Chapter 12 – Right to Change.

"N-nothing?!"

Izuku didn't believe it. He knew it was the obvious outcome, but regardless, he didn't believe it.

The Magus blood test revealed that he didn't have the capability to use magic: there were no traces of a Magical Circuit in his blood, only the existence of a big pool of Mana and Od.

Apart from providing Saber with enough magic to stay in her Material Body, he couldn't use it for anything else. He was just a walking container of magic power. A useless cask.

"I'm sorry..."

She could only look at Izuku's face and feel disheartened. He was so eager to have a single chance at becoming a hero, yet he couldn't. He didn't have a quirk, nor magic.

He did have a Servant, but would she be enough to fight against everything thrown at them? They both knew the answer, even if it wasn't a positive one.

Izuku was still, unmoving. He didn't dare to utter a single word. With his head cast down, he just thought of everything that happened to him up to this date.

Why did he continue hoping for a change? That's what he wanted to understand.

Even if he did have magic, it wouldn't matter. Although powerful, magic was hard to use and had a fixed limit. A quirk, however, had the possibility of being virtually limitless (if the person in question had a good 'dice roll', at least).

Not only that, but magic prowess was less common, almost inexistent. Like Izuku, most of the Masters couldn't even use magic because of their lack of a good-enough magic circuit. Sure, they could still convert Mana and Od into Prana, but it had such a low ratio of conversion, that it was basically useless to use Magic.

The only thing they had was a big pool of Mana and Od, enough so that they could keep a Servant in their Material Body for most of the time.

He wanted to be a hero, but no matter how many chances he had, he always rolled that same, sickening, disgusting 1 out of 6.

It was as if fate laughed at his face and spit on it countless times.

Not even a proper reaction was something he could do. He was already sick of crying over spilled milk.

He was useless to a tee.

Saber is being wasted on me.

He couldn't help but think that.

Among bitter feelings, the day passed on with a blur. Things weren't as clear to him anymore.

I just want some peace.

He thought while laying on his bed.

The starry night that he'd usually admire was nothing but a blank slate to him. His 'usual self' was somewhere hidden, crying amidst thousands of pent-up emotions and what-ifs. Izuku didn't bother to express himself anymore.

It's not funny.

It felt like a joke. Three times, no less, he was tricked by fate. What did these past weeks serve him then? Why did his blood and sweat fall on the floor?

Useless.

These were nothing when facing the cold facts. If someone wanted to become a professional soccer player, but they had no legs, would they be able to reach their dreams? No. That was the only answer.

They could even play the game by other means, but reaching the exact spot they've always desired was just... impossible.

I can't do it after all...

Izuku rolled around on his bed, searching for any spec of comfort that could take his mind off of the horrifying truth that always loomed over him.

Saber had already comforted him through his quirklessness. She even helped Izuku through training, teaching him all the knowledge she was able to give.

She's being wasted on me after all, huh?

Saber was just too good for the little boy. He had nothing to offer her but tears. His constant pleas for help must've annoyed her to some degree, right? Why wouldn't she?

I'm just a crybaby...

He lied on his back, looking at the gray ceiling. His hand was high above, covering the shiny lightbulb from his stern eyes.

He didn't cry. He couldn't do so - it would be an insult to the efforts he's poured in changing himself. He admitted that, at least.

"I wish I could change..."

And with that, Izuku nodded off. His tiredness had accumulated from the previous training, and from the mental blow he took from everything that's happened to him.

«—»

Izuku slept peacefully on his room. The small crickets filled the night with their songs, and the city lights mirrored the starry sky above.

It was a chilly night. A small gust of wind gently caressed Izuku's hair as he squirmed, clenching the hems of his blankets with a tad more strength.

But within the room's darkness, small twinkles of light emanated from Izuku's hands; they began to sizzle and lacerate. The smell of burnt skin knifed his nose as he fell on the floor with a bam. He was slapped awake by the cold floor.

"Gah!"

His body began convulsing. His hands were suddenly covered in turquoise lightning; small sparks began to connect his hands with the floor, searching for the nearest conductor with streaks of electrified light.

"Gweh!"

For a moment, he imagined his hands imploding and exploding repeatedly: that was exactly what he felt was happening.

"S-Stop!"

While writhing, his body eventually hit his wardrobe, making a loud bang resound through the house.

Heavy thuds soon began to echo outside his room. The door was jerked off with so much strength, that it almost broke the hinges. The light was turned on immediately.

"Izuku!" Saber and his mother had stormed inside his room.

They didn't believe what they witnessed: Izuku convulsing on the floor, with what looked like a discharging battery on his hands - there was no battery, only his own hands covered in electricity.

Immediately, Saber crouched down and examined him. Without wasting much time, she noticed an increase in Prana output.

What is happening?

She hastily picked Izuku up in her arms and placed him on his bed.

Izuku kept squirming in his bed, aggressively clutching his bed covers while his hands exuded light and heat. His mother covered her mouth while little drops tore down her cheeks.

Are his magic circuits changing? What...

Saber continued to watch him, sweat trickling down her forehead. The calmness of the outside contrasted with the distress she felt.

This reminds me of...

Saber remembered having a talk with someone a long time ago. A manipulative man with a twisted personality. His words tried to convince her to help him gain something she couldn't remember.

But these words swirled around her head. She knew them, but not their meaning.

I've been given the right to recreate the miracles in the divine sacrament-

or so he said.

But she couldn't shake off the feeling that those words were important to the suffering Izuku in front of her.

While sitting beside his bed, she began pondering.

Meanwhile, Izuku's hand began to change: parts of the nerves began to convert; Magic Circuits began to form amidst the gruesome pain he felt.

Izuku gained the right to change and recreate.

Thank you for reading, and sorry for the several months without an update.

Well, before anyone comes at me with torches and pitchforks saying "This isn't right!", or "This isn't canon!", let me just say one thing:

This. Is. A. Fanfiction.

Honestly, don't think I'm trying to create a new settlement in the Fate Series. I'm not one of the creators, so don't expect me to be perfect.

With that out of the way, I'll say sorry again.

Thank you for reading this little comment,

Undef's out,

Stay cold!