PROLOGUE

FALL

JOURNAL NO. 13

PROPERTY OF AIZAWA IZUKU

Entry #1 Year xxxx, Summer, Day xx

As this is a start of another journal, I will once again write an introduction of myself as I usually do in every journal I happen to write into. It was a suggested action by my father in the off-chance event that I somehow critically injure my head enough to cause memory loss because, according to him, my clumsiness is first class so it was better to prepare a contingency plan just in case. It's ridiculous but my father can be very convincing if he wants to. And paranoid. And overprotective. But just so you know, I'm not that clumsy. There were just extenuating circumstances that made me look clumsy like a stubborn rock on the road or a step that was invisible until I missed it. I'm really not clumsy. Maybe.

I'm rambling again. Sorry. I really have a bad habit of rambling or muttering about things. I should fix it but- I think I'll just stop and introduce myself now.

I am Aizawa Izuku, the only daughter of the noble house of Aizawa under the rule of the monarch of Yuuei. My mother, Aizawa Inko, is a proud noblewoman who heads the household with a loving and kind hand. My father, Aizawa Shouta, is the head of our noble house and a close adviser of Yuuei's king Yagi Toshinori commonly called by the alias of All Might, a respected king who was hailed as one of the strongest generals in history.

Currently, I am quite far from home. For the past few months, I've been travelling with a mercenary group to accomplish the required fieldwork to become a full-fledged tactician. Recently, I have completed it. I am now ready to return home to show my progress and officially get the title I have now earned.

Hopefully, this will assuage my mother's worries and she won't be as opposed to me entering the military anymore. She didn't take it well when I announced that I want to enroll in the kingdom's tactician school. She almost did stop me until my father convinced her otherwise. She'd rather have me at home and practice my etiquette as a noble lady. She wanted me to safely wait for a proper husband that will sweep me off my feet for a noble marriage into noble family life. I didn't want it. I wanted freedom and adventure and not the security and glamour of nobility. Fortunately, my father saw potential in my analytical abilities and agreed to send me to school which is quite a surprise even for me knowing how overprotective he is. When I asked him why, he answered that he doesn't want to be a father who clips his children's wings.

Writing this makes me wonder how they are doing back at home. I should probably write them a letter soon.

I also have unique abilities I inherited from my parents but I'll be reserving that for another entry. I need to go now or I'll run out of daylight before I reach Hosu.

I closed my journal and put it back in my bag, squeezing it barely with the other contents of the bag. The bag would probably be a pain to carry but I can't shirk on my preparations. I'll be travelling alone for the next few weeks so I can't go and forget anything important. I better check it again just in case.

Food for a few days including a special lunch box from Lunch Rush. Check.

A few change of clothes. Check.

Soap and other products for feminine hygiene. Check.

A kit of medical supplies. Check.

A few books about tactics and other few topics. Check.

Logbooks for official records of every job as required. Check.

Journals and maps. Check.

Empty parchments and stationary supplies. Check.

Now, I'm ready.

"Izuku, my little green bean!" Uncle Hizashi, as he insisted I call him, strolled his way to me. He then stopped and scrutinized my appearance. "Boots, a new travelling attire, a long robe and an almost bursting travelling bag. Looks like you really prepared. Do you really want to split up with the group here and travel on your own, green bean? We're near bandit territory. Should I have one of my boys accompany you to town?"

I gave my best reassuring smile at the man. "I'll be fine, Uncle Hizashi."

Uncle Hizashi just silently stared at me seemingly deciding if he should seriously believe me or not.

Internally, I despaired at the overprotectiveness of the people around me. I know they mean well but sometimes it made me insecure just how vulnerable I look to provoke those reactions from them. Was it my poofy green hair? Was it the freckles on my checks? Was it my eyes? Or was it this baby fat on my face that I can't seem to lose? I'm already sixteen for goodness sake!

Anyway, this blonde man in front of me was the leader of the mercenary group I served during my fieldwork, Yamada Hizashi. Apparently, he was a close colleague of my father back when they both served the kingdom as knights. The both of them had strong reputations as knights though the path they travelled a few years after couldn't be any more different. My father married and assumed the leadership of our house while Uncle Hizashi, being the second son of his family, decided to become a mercenary and travel around instead. He said that things were too formal as a knight and working as a mercenary was a lot easier. Long story short, he took one look at me and he decided that he will be my favorite uncle and I'll be his adorable niece. During the first month, I couldn't stop blushing in embarrassment every time he called me green bean. He called me that a lot in front of his subordinates. His subordinates usually chuckled every time it happened while I wanted to hibernate in a hole forever. It was embarrassing but time passed and I got used to it. I got used to the nickname, I got used to the chuckles and I grew closer to the silly group of men I served under.

Then finally, Uncle Hizashi sighed. "All right. I'll trust that 'I'll be fine' of yours." He then opened his arms wide and gestured for a hug which I happily reciprocated. He hugged me tight and gave me a small peck on the forehead. "I'm gonna miss you, green bean."

I smiled at him as he released me. "I'm going to miss you too."

He smiled back one last time and then he scrambled up to his horse with his men.

"Give my regards to your mother and father. And write me when you reach town."

"I will."

I waved goodbye and I started walking towards the other direction. However, the good byes weren't finished yet.

"If you're not working on a job, feel free to join us again, green bean. That brilliant brain of yours will be always welcome on the team!"

I immediately flushed at the compliment and I felt a sense of accomplishment surging through my chest. I cheerfully waved back at the men. "Thank you!"

Then his subordinates just had to give their two cents in.

"Be careful out there, Izuku!"

"Don't trip on rocks!"

"Watch out for puddles!"

"Don't get anywhere near cliffs!"

"Avoid stairs at all costs!"

"Don't break any of your bones!"

Dear mother earth, if you have any mercy left for me please just swallow me whole.

It's been a few hours since I said goodbye to Uncle Hizashi and I've walked quite a distance. I've only tripped ten times during the walk. Ten times but it was still a vast improvement in my case. I'm still not through the mountain yet though. I took out the map from my bag and checked the location of Hosu Town again. I've wanted to do this for quite a while now. It was fun travelling in a group but there was just this peaceful feeling when you travel alone. This time I'll be able to explore the town as much as I like. The first time I visited Hosu was for a fast supply run so I didn't get to explore the town that much. Hopefully, this time it would be a more relaxed visit.

"What a brave little lady. Travelling on your own, sweetheart?"

I tensed up at the gruff voice behind me. Then I heard others snickering. One, two, three, four and another man behind me. The unkempt look and the knives on their hands told me everything I needed to know. Mountain bandits.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Cat got your tongue?"

I had no time to answer him. My mind was working on overdrive and my sight was roaming among the men. Three men were a bit buff. They don't look fast. Another was fit but he doesn't look like the type that could take a punch and stay conscious. Then I glanced at the man behind me. He was snickering like the other men but there was something different about him. There was an aura surrounding him, a dense fog usually invisible to the naked eye except mine. A quirk user. I cursed my luck. I could tell he was one but I couldn't tell exactly what his quirk was. He doesn't look that strong though compared to Uncle Hizashi or even his subordinates. The others looked half trained. However, I'm clearly at a disadvantage here. I'm outnumbered and there was an unknown factor behind me. Push comes to shove, I could use the quirk I inherited from my father to erase that bandit's quirk but it won't be enough. I simply don't have enough strength to take them all on. I made up my mind. Escape and run.

Then I made my first move.

The thin one yelped as I jammed my foot on a very sensitive part of his biology. The other three immediately moved but, as expected, they were slow. I dodged every strike and every slash they gave me. Then I grabbed one of the arms coming at me. I took advantage of his unsteady footing and slammed his body to the others. The three of them fell to the ground. One actually lost his grip on his weapons and it slid across the ground towards me. I immediately picked the knife. Then I felt movement behind me. I felt the certain chill that I usually feel whenever someone activates his or her quirk near me.

When dealing with a quirk user, the best way to do it was apprehend or defeat them before they could actually activate or use it and next was counter it with an effective quirk. I did both. I snapped my head around and turned my gaze towards the man simultaneously activating my erasure quirk. The bandit looked at his hands confused probably wondering why his quirk hasn't activated yet. I took his moment of confusion and stabbed a knife on his thigh. I simply can't have him running after me. He'll be difficult to deal with once my back's turned on him.

I finally got my chance. One was unconscious, the other three was on the ground on a tangle of limbs and the other one was nursing an injury on his leg. I quickly sprinted away and ran as fast as I could. I focused on running until I heard angry voices behind me. The other three must have recovered. In a bad case of decision making, I snapped my head around to glance at my pursuers.

Then the ground crumbled beneath my feet.

Lesson learned: When running, the front's more important than the back.

My first attempt at a BNHA fanfic.

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