He was powerful. Many called him Invincible. The pinnacle of existence. The perfect human. So it probably wasn't much of a surprise that a couple of drops of his blood could make one lone powerless boy a Hero without equal.

Izuku Midoriya was a gentle soul. He just wanted to help people. He just wanted to be a hero. He lived in a world where the extraordinary was the norm. Where just about anyone walking down the street could potentially destroy cities. Where a child could freeze lakes, where the old could lift entire buildings. It was a world of Hero's and Villains.

He had just turned 5 and still hadn't manifested a quirk. His mother was beginning to worry for him and so had decided to schedule an appointment for the doctor. That was still off for about a week though. Right now he was at a park, wondering why his friend kaachan was starting to be mean. He had just been beaten up by his friends for protecting another kid from kaachans teasing and bullying. After making sure he was okay he got up and wandered into the small forest in the park, the other kids long having wandered elsewhere. As he was walking and worrying about his friends behavior he was startled by a loud band and a small tremor from nearby. He, in all his childish naivety, walked over to the place it had originated from.

What he found stumped the child. It was a big golden one-handed axe. It wasn't just an axe though. After all the axe emitted and incredible and awe inspiring presence. Such a presence couldn't belong to a 'mere' axe. To little Izuku it honestly made him think of the sun. However the axe had some blood on its edge and handle. Normally the sight of a bloody weapon would terrify him, but the axe was to beautiful. Make no mistake, his every cell in his little body, his every sense, his very soul, told him that it was a dangerous weapon, one that could easily kill him. But it also told him that it wouldn't. For it would never lower itself to spill the blood of the innocent. It was too high above other weapons of war to do so.

Izuku never knew what possed him that day, what made him step forwards, why he reached forward to grab the weapon. He just knew that at the time, even though it was a mighty weapon, even though it was a great and sacred treasure, even though it was inanimate object, he could only think how 'lonely' it looked.

As his hands made contact with the blood soaked handle his body began to scream in pain. His last thoughts before he blacked out were a couple of names.

Escanor, The Sin Of Pride

Sacred Treasure, The Divine Axe Rhitta