"We need you to ride with one of the suspects," the police officer said to Higawara Sajin, the thirty five year old hero stopping.

"Didn't seem like any of them had a Heteromorphic-type," Sajin said.

"He doesn't seem to, sir… but the suppressants aren't working on him."

Suppressants didn't work on Transformation or Emitter types half the time either. There was a reason they preferred the Maiden for transfers, but they had only brought one and it was being used for the current Impromptu Villain, "Don't call me sir, I'm not that old. Which vehicle?"

"Backmost," the officer said, stepping aside and letting Sajin towards it, "He's not being argumentative, so it shouldn't be too hard, but regulations…"

"Safety first," Sajin said, sliding into the back of the car, specially laid out so the two seats were facing each other. Sitting across from him, strapped into the seat by a pair of seat belts and hands locked in a pair of Five Point Cuffs, handcuffs combined with a framework of segmented metal up the skeletal structure of the hand, ending in caps covering the top of each finger to to the first joint to negate Five Point Emitter-Types and legs manacled to the chair, was the man Sajin was guarding. A broad jaw sat in an easy grin, the coat he had been wearing when Sajin arrived, alongside the bandolier and goggles, had been taken from him for safety reasons.

"Hey!" He said, "I'd wave, but, you know, these things are on nice and tight. I really hope the other officers were as good about it for the villains as the one who put mine on."

Sajin didn't dignify him with a response at first, just sitting down across from him. Finally, He spoke, "You don't seem worried for a man who was caught engaging in Vigilantism."

"Things are… a bit complicated right now. I'll explain when we get to the precinct. Banjo Daigoro, by the way, nice to meet 'cha."

"Snatch," Sajin said, "I'm not going to humor you with small talk the whole way there."

"Fair, fair," Banjo nodded, "I'll shut up for now. Maybe we'll work together in the future."

With a Vigilante? Never. And he had to know that, so either he was cocky, or there were circumstances that changed things, and Banjo knew what they were.

- X Mitsuki X-

Mitsuki glanced into the back of the car as they followed the parade of police cars. Izuku was quietly wringing his hands, face pale, before he finally asked, "Am I gonna get in trouble?"

"For what, honey?" Inko asked, twisting in her seat. Katsuki looked up from where she was fiddling with both Izuku and her phones, adding the number of the boy they had met with a look of boredom, confusion sliding onto her face.

"We're not supposed to use our Quirks outside," Izuku started.

"Public property," Mitsuki corrected gently, "You can be outdoors and still have it be a private property."

"Righ'," Izuku said with a nod, "but Dai- Dai- Lariat was only around because of my Quirk. Will I get in trouble because he fought those bad guys?"

"If you do, they're the dumbest adults ever," Katsuki huffed, "You didn't tell him to go down there and fight them, he did it on his own! Seriously, Izukun, use that brain I know you have in your head for a second!"

"Right, right," Izuku looked down, blushing in embarrassment, "Sorry, Kacchan."

Mitsuki shared a silent look with Inko, before tightening her grip of the steering wheel. What Katsuki said made sense on paper… but how the government reacted to summoning Quirks often depended on who you had to talk to and how lucky you got. Some people refused to believe that a Quirk could create a completely autonomous summon, which given the world they lived in, was stupid.

But since when had stupidity stopped anyone?

"You'll be fine, Izuku," Inko said gently, taking her son's hand, "Even if they're angry about what he did, you're so young and just unlocked your Quirk. You don't have control over it, so they won't punish you for it."

"Ok," Izuku said as they pulled into the parking lot, waiting for his mom to help him and Katsuki with their seatbelts while Mitsuki opened the doors.

"Come on," Inko said, taking their hands, "Let's go meet the police officers and talk to them about Banjo. He's gonna need your help to explain why he thought fighting them was a good idea. Ready to be a hero, Mini-Might?"

Izuku nodded, "Yeah!"

"Then let's go," Inko said, guiding them as Mitsuki took the lead pushing open the doors and marching towards the officer at the desk.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah," Mitsuki said, "We'd like to talk to someone about the Vigilante you just brought in, he's… there's a Quirk involved in what happened, outside of the ones used in the fight I mean."

"Ok, then," the Officer said, "take a seat, and I'll get someone to talk to you. Was it a mind control Quirk?"

"Summoning."

The officer hummed, jotting down a note, "From where?"

"Necromancy," Mitsuki said, "He was accidentally resurrected by a Quirk earlier today."

"...I see…" The officer said, "Take a seat."

- XNaomasa X-

Tsukauchi Naomasa stepped into the interrogation room, meeting the eyes of the man sitting at the table, a pair of five point cuffs holding his hands. No scar across the face, so he wasn't Knuckleduster, and unless he had been taking steroids he was too muscular to be The Crawler. In other words, if he hadn't been fighting an Impromptu Villain, this wouldn't have been Naomasa's case to begin with. Just Vigilantism out of Naruhata, and not likely related to the group at all.

Still, he was gonna have to do the paperwork needed to use his Quirk. Maybe he should talk to the Hero Public Safety Commission rep about getting Registered, even if he didn't plan to be a Pro Hero.

"I'm Tsukauchi Naomasa," he said, activating his Quirk and sitting down with a tablet and a stylus.

"Nice to meet ya," the man said, "Banjo Daigoro."

Truth.

"Do you want to explain why you were fighting villains outside a hospital, Banjo?"

"Wasn't thinking," Banjo shrugged.

Truth.

"You weren't thinking about the fact that it was Vigilantism? Or that you were fighting?"

"I was registered in the past," Banjo said, "so I just jumped in. Didn't think about it."

Truth.

"Why in the past? Was your license revoked?"

"Nah," Banjo shrugged the best he could with his bound hands, "Just wasn't in any place to renew the license when the time came. You can look me up if you don't believe me, Banjo Daigoro, 'The Binding Hero, Lariat.'"

Naomasa typed the name into his tablet, hoping he got the kanji right… and paused as a picture of the man across from him came up, alongside, "This says you're dead."

"Oh, so someone did notice!" Banjo said cheerfully, grinning wildly, "I was worried about that!"

Truth.

"That… this says you've been dead for sixty three years," Naomasa said, "and you look like you haven't aged a day in that time."

"Hard to age when you're dead," Banjo said, "and I was dead. Only stopped being entirely earlier today."

Truth.

Shutting off his Quirk, Naomasa stared at Banjo, "Another Quirk resurrected you?"

"More or less," Banjo said, "Kiddo's probably stressin' his head off right now, I-"

"Detective Tsukauchi?" A voice said over the speakers, "There's a group here about your current case…"

Naomasa closed his eyes, breathing in and opening them, "Give me a minute, Banjo, we need to bring this up to the HPSC rep. I'm not sure if they have regulations in place for something like this, but if they do, they'll want to talk to you and whoever brought you back."

"Yeah," Banjo said, attempting to wave his hands and wincing as the cuffs bit into them, "Sure. I get it, this ain't an everyday thing. Hopefully I didn't get myself in too much trouble, you know?"

- X Daigoro X-

Daigoro sat next to Inko and Mitsuki, watching the HPSC rep, a dark haired woman wearing glasses by the name of Sato Akari sigh as she ran a hand over her eyes… but gestured for Tsukauchi to uncuff him. The minute the cuffs dropped, Daigoro cracked his fingers and rubbed the spots along each hand and wrist where the cuffs had been biting in.

Still he'd rather they be overly precarious and tighter than they needed to be then loose enough he might be able to get them off. That was just them doing their job right, as far as he was concerned.

"I'm not sure what to do about this, Banjo," Sato said, "other than call my superiors and ask them. Without a valid license, your actions are technically Vigilantism… but I believe, and assuming that the police would agree, that there are extenuating circumstances involved. To you, it would have been as if you still had your license."

"Yeah," Daigoro scratched his cheek, "Sorry for the hassle I caused, but my body moved before my brain did and… well, by the time I realized I was breakin' the law, I was in the middle of a fight."

"It will be up to my superiors to decide whether fo simply reinstate your license," Sato said, "but even if they don't, I doubt they would refuse you attempting to get relicensing through the exams… but either way, I would suggest against it until more testing can be done on young Izuku… which means an agent from the HPSC will probably be in contact before too long."

"Why?" Daigoro said.

"It's… a bit complicated," Sato said, "but simply, we don't know how much strain you put on Izuku."

"Strain?" Inko said, "What do you mean strain?"

"It's… this is the problem with the current system, I swear," Sato sighed, "Izuku's Quirk is an Emitter Type, but you have to understand that's a very, very broad topic."

"Not sure what's hard to understand about that," Daigoro nodded, "It's a bit like Blackwhip and, say, a Quirk that stockpiles energy. Both are Emitter Types, but the way they work is super different."

"Right!" Sato said with a nod, looking relieved. Thank you One for All, "We should really implement a sort of subtype system or something. Anyways, let's say under that system, Izuku would be considered an Emitter, Subtype Summoner or something like that... well, Summoner Quirks are often rough on their users. It's sometimes called Break Syndrome, after one of the original seven Pro Heroes. He had a Quirk that let him summon a creature to 'break' the effects of other Quirks. What isn't well known is that he had begun to suffer 'minor'," Sato gave quotation marks around the word, "hearts attacks in the year and a half leading to the passing of the Rhode Island Hero Act, that two months after it's passing he had actually become entirely reliant on his Quirk for combat as he'd gone blind and ultimately died- Oh, I'm sorry!"

Daigoro glanced over at Mitsuki and Inko. The blonde was comforting her friend, who had paled significantly over the course of the monologue, "Izuku-?"

"Break is well known to have been an extreme case, Midoriya, because he had a weak constitution from the start. While many summoner type Quirks put extra strain on the body, it's almost never as bad as with Break, and some don't have it anymore than any other Quirk! Not only will Izuku likely live a full life, he would probably be able to become a Pro Hero if he wanted to! But he's young, and we don't know the specifics of the Quirk yet. You may drain energy from him when you use your Quirk, Banjo. The strain of maintaining a Quirk used by a pro-hero at such a young age could ultimately lead to problems later in life, so that's why I suggested you not reenter the line of work until we can get specifics."

"Yeah, that makes sense," Daigoro said, patting Inko on the shoulder, "I'll stay outta Pro Hero stuff until we can get that figured out… how long will that take?"

"I wouldn't know," Sato said, "Some Quirks can be figured out in a single examination with one of our analysts, others can take months. Hopefully they'll be able to solve it quickly once they decide to get in contact, and given the… potential, for lack of a better word, of the Quirk, that might be very soon."

"Dead heroes coming back is good for business, ain't it?" Daigoro deadpanned.

"When they can use their Quirks? Very," Sato cracked a smile, "though some glory hounds might disagree with that idea, more heroes makes everyone safer."

- X Inko-Hisashi X-

Inko: 3:27 PM: Izuku unlocked his Quirk today.

Inko: 3:28 PM: I thought you would want to know. There's some fire, but not like yours. It's… a complicated Quirk. I'll explain next time you can call.

Inko: 3:29 PM: I know that might be a while, and that you might only see this just before then. I wish you could tell me exactly where Detnerat was having you work out of. Why does a lifestyle support company need a confidential clause?

Inko: 3:32 PM: Nevermind. I just wanted to let you know, there's a bit where Izuku summoned someone, and he's going to be staying with us until he can get on his feet. I'm sending you a picture so you don't get the wrong idea.

Inko: 3:32 PM: [IMAGE]

Inko: 3:33 PM: This is Banjo Daigoro.

- X Daigoro X-

"Lariat?" Daigoro glanced away from the mindless TV program at the tugging on his finger, meeting Izuku's eyes as he rubbed them. His pajamas looked vaguely familiar, though Daigoro couldn't quite place from where off the top of his head.

"What's up, kiddo?" Daigoro said.

"It's my bedtime," Izuku said, "can you tell me a story?"

"A story?" Daigoro said, "What kind of story?"

"Some of your hero stuff," Izuku said, "You were a Pro, right? You gotta have cool stories!"

Daigoro grunted, thinking. Yeah, he had a couple, but he had been more focused on… "Yeah, I got a story to tell ya, kiddo. Come on, let's get you in bed."

Daigoro scooped the kid into a piggyback ride, walking towards the room with his name on it (though Daigoro wasn't sure [i]why[/i], considering it was a two bedroom apartment) and pushing the door open with his foot. Upon doing so, It immediately dawned on Daigoro where he had seen the design of Izuku's pajamas before.

Plastered on the wall were a couple of posters of Eight, the blankets the same design and toys of the hero sat on a child sized table, each one wearing a different costume. Seriously Daigoro got that Eight had been doing this for longer than Four, him and Five had survived after getting One for All (and wasn't [i]that[/i] depressin'), but did he really need that many costume redesigns? Daigoro had always been good with his.

Eh, maybe if he had made it longer he'd have changed it up? Other than it getting boring to wear the same stuff every day, it was probably good for sales. New costume, new merch, more money. And yeah, that was a bit cynical, but there wasn't a flat salary for being a Pro, at best being bounties from the police and HPSC, so unless you signed with a agency that paid well or rocketed in the polls you were probably working your butt off to keep the lights on.

And Daigoro's agency hadn't been particularly good. First, it had just been him, and second was his merch never really took off. Half the time he [i]literally[/I] couldn't even keep the lights on.

Maybe he'd get better luck this time around, assuming he wasn't killin' the kid by being a Pro? Izuku didn't look more tired than a kid should be, but maybe it was a long term thing. Definitely better to let the eggheads make sure Izuku was gonna be fine before he jumped into being a hero again. It'd be a pretty shitty way to repay him for a second go at life to kill the poor kid.

'"Alright," Daigoro pulled up a chair next to Izuku's bed as the boy crawled under the covers, "Now, this is only kinda my story. I'm part of it, but only as part of a bigger whole. Ready, kid?"

Izuku nodded.

- X Izuku X-

"Well, it starts way back at the start of everything," Izuku listened to Lariat, closing his eyes, "Or everything that had to do with Quirks. The first generation… they weren't called Quirks back then though, they had a lot of names, Abnormalities, Meta Abilities, Superpowers… nobody knew what to call them, what they were or where they came from. You got crackpots saying it was aliens, or demons, or a dozen other things. You know how it started kiddo?"

Izuku shook his head.

"Baby glowin' in China," Lariat said, "that's all it took, just a kid that makes you look like an old man lit up like the sun, and the world came crashin' down around everyone's ears. And things got rough. Countries like China, India and the USA had less than ten thousand, Japan had a couple thousand, and one of those… he wasn't a good guy, but he had a powerful Quirk and knew how to make himself look like he was. Called himself "One for All" in the beginning, but people who knew, who [i]really[/i] knew what he was like, started calling him the name he would eventually be known as. All for One."

"Why'd they just flip it?"

"'S an old phrase 'All for One and One for All," Lariat said, "All for One had a Quirk that let him steal other people's Quirks, and then give them to other people. He would take Quirks from Villains, and give them to the Quirkless people they had been being mean to. Seems great, right?"

Izuku nodded.

"'Cept now those people were Quirkless. The thing that made them stand out as individuals was given to someone else, and All for One would push those people to get revenge on the villains and join his organizations. They became villains themselves, and if they refused he could take the Quirk away and give it to someone else… with one exception. And that's where the story really starts. See, All for One had a brother who was Quirkless. So he gave him a Quirk that let him stockpile power, pretty useless on it's own, except it turned out that the brother wasn't actually Quirkless. He had a useless Quirk that let him pass his Quirk to someone else."

"That's… sad."

"Nah, it's a good thing," Lariat said, "See, the Quirks merged together, became a new Quirk. A stockpiling Quirk that could be passed down, a Torch that grew stronger with each user, holding the hope of the first user, that eventually it would get strong enough to defeat All for One. One was weak, so he found Two, who was the best fighter of the Bearers for a long time, but he couldn't beat All for One, so he passed it onto Three who was a great planner, but those plans hit a brick wall when you're fighting someone as strong as All for One, and Three passed it to Four who was a great martial artist, but if Two couldn't do it, Four couldn't … so Four passed it to me."

"So you…?" Izuku started.

"If you were gonna ask if I have it, no. I passed it to Six, who passed it to Seven and she passed it to Eight. And I'm not gonna say he's the most powerful one who will ever have it, but he's the strongest to have had it for now. Eight wielders and him being a natural with it makes him the most powerful person you could imagine."

"So All Might?" Izuku asked, tilting his head.

"...Yeah, like All Might," Lariat chuckled, messing up Izuku's hair, "get some sleep kiddo. You're gonna need it, and I'm gonna have to figure out how to meet up with Eight."

- X Quirk Notes for the Future 1: Page 1 X-

Purple Light: Drains stuff. Energy? Where's it go? Don't feel strong after using it.

Red Light: ?

Green Light: Makes green fire. Can't use like Endever (yet(?)) No idea.

- X AN X-

Well, next time we begin to see HSPC get a headac- the beginnings of Izuku actually learning how to use his Quirk, on top of Katsuki learning hers. Not sure if fabulous bird boy will show up though.

Thoughts, questions and opinions? Good? Bad? Meh?