Hey! Welcome to my first fanfic, where hopefully this melting pot turns out ok. There are a few things to discuss here, like my limited skill in character writing and the fact that writing 4 year old's is harder than I first realized. I originally thought of this story as a selection of scenes, mostly (ok maybe all) action scenes, as I'm rather poor at character writing, especially girls. I just dunno how to write 'em.

But that's ok! Hopefully you guys can help by suggesting things you would like to see, and help me get better as a writer. As much as I like this idea, it's more an experiment on how to write better, as it's better to have a piece out there and criticized than not, at least in this newbie writers opinion. And that's not to say this piece will be left for dead, at least for the foreseeable future. I have too many action scenes I'd like to write, at least up to the USJ.

On the topic of action scenes, I'm not to entirely sure exactly how strong I want Izuku to be. I plan on making him rather overpowered, as the Unlimited Blade Works will excel him to large heights pretty fast.

Well, I think that pretty much covers all I wanted to write out here for the first authors note, so onto the story! (btw pls review I need constructive criticism)

"Deku! Get out of my way!" A four year old Katsuki Bakugo yelled, explosions crackling from his palms. His target was a similarly aged greenette with bright green eyes, and a freckled face. This young boy was Izuku Midoriya, a kid that, unlike most of the population of the world, had no special power to call his own. His 'quirklessness' led him to be bullied, and all his friends beforehand started to shun him.

All except Katsuki Bakugo.

His greatest friend before his quirklessness was diagnosed became his greatest tormentor, eventually giving him the nickname "Deku", which meant useless. Of course, Izuku wasn't the only one tormented by Bakugo, but he was prime suspect number one. Even now, as Izuku stood before him, protecting someone else from the Bakugo's bullying, 'who had conveniently left', Izuku thought in his head, was at the center of Bakugo's attention.

Bakugo started to walk towards Izuku, palms crackling even harder. His eyes had a look of anger in them, burning bright in his red eyes. Izuku quivered, but had an underlying feeling of defiance. Bakugo then lunged forward, right hand outstretched in front of him, palms blazing with an impending explosion.

Time for Izuku slowed down, and he felt a deep warmth flow throughout his body. It was almost like his insides had been doused in a warm water. Hazy images, covered in a layer of static, flashed through his mind. A desert, filled with swords, and a cloudy sky filled with massive gears appeared in his minds eye, beckoning him. He tried to move his body forward, but was stopped by a hand, covered in a red sleeve with a white oval-like guard resting on the palm. Izuku's eyes trailed up the arm, to meet a pair of graphite gray eyes, adorned with white hair and a tanned complexion. The man opened his mouth to speak, and said;

"That's hell you're walking into. Are you sure you want to follow this path, the path of a hero of justice?"

The desert faded into white, but the feeling was still there. When he regained consciousness in the waking world, Bakugo hadn't moved an inch, but his eyes had widened slightly in surprise. There was a circle of green energy around him, and the energy swirled around him, almost wildly. He suddenly had a blueprint in his head, a blueprint of two swords, one white, and the other black. The warmth gained heat, and soon it was almost unbearable for the little four year old. The scorching warmth was bound around his hands, and that's when he heard the mans voice again.

"I am the bone of my sword."

He repeated the words. The energy condensed in his hands, and he yelled.

"Trace On!"

Katsuki Bakugo wasn't having a great day. First his mom chewed him out for being late out of bed that morning, then the extras at his school decided that was the time to act all chummy. He didn't need these people as friends if he was gonna be the best Pro Hero there ever was. Then there was one extra who, just like that useless Deku, stood out to him that day. Like the kid was challenging him or something, and he wasn't one to take it sitting down. And there Deku was, right in front of him, pretending to be a hero. Useless Deku couldn't be a hero, and he'd show him why.

"Deku! Get out of my way!" Katsuki yelled in frustration and arrogance. He walked to the weakling, intent on showing him his place. Explosive sweat gleamed in the sunlight, some already crackling up in a miniature blaze. The way Izuku was looking at him, him, with a look of defiance was enough to make him lunge, right hand extended forward.

It happened in an instant. The ground around Izuku lit up in a viridian light, and up in the air. Katsuki was stunned. "Did Deku finally get a quirk?" The light coalesced around his hands, and seemed to form swords of sorts. A breeze started to pick up, as the swords gained more detail. The edges curved and color began to bleed in, one sword being distinctly white while the other was black with a red hexagonal pattern across the blade. Izuku mumbled something quietly, then yelled out with everything.

"Trace On!"

The scream Izuku let out finalized the constructs, bringing them into the real world. Izuku collapsed to his hands and knees, breathing heavily. He shakily stood up, and looked determinedly at Katsuki.

"I won't let you hurt any more people, Kacchan," Izuku panted, clearly tired out from the projection. " I will become a hero! A hero that saves people. I don't know why my quirk turned on now, or even what it does, but I'm gonna use it to be a hero!"

Katsuki stared in awe at the type of power he was shown. He grit his teeth, then glared at Izuku. Explosions crackled to life in his palms.

"Deku! Just because you have some fancy swords doesn't mean that you're gonna beat me in becoming the number one pro hero! Just stay out of my way, you useless Deku!" Katsuki screamed, his palms igniting further. He spun on his foot, and stomped away, everyone avoiding him because of the anger he exuded.

Izuku let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding, and collapsed on his butt. A giant grin adorned his face. 'I have a quirk,' he thought, looking at the swords he could now call his own. As he examined them, they started to crack. Panicking, he desperately tried everything he could think of to keep the swords around, but then he felt it. The energy the swords were made of seemed to be being absorbed into his body. 'Oh,' he thought, 'they're just going back into my body.' As he relished in the fact that his swords weren't gone forever, he thought back to the man in the vision, and what he said.

'Walking into hell, huh?'

And that's a wrap. The ending feels a little rushed to me, especially with how Katsuki is at the end, but I dunno how to fix that. Character writing is a bitch lol. Hopefully this prologue will be enough to lay a good foundation for the story at large, but really only time will tell right?

Edit – 3/15/2020 – just fixed the end, cause a reviewer (the only reviewer I might add lol) said that the end didnt really make logical sense, so I fixed it the best I could. I still plan on patching up the friendship, but that wont be till much later.