Chapter 212 - My CO Stash #12 - One Above All by Wielder of Fate (NarutoXMyHeroAcademia) (2/2)

I was numb. Hollow. I killed him. It was self-defense, but I still killed him. An unknown emotion bubbled up in me as i slowly struggled up to my knees and stared down at the puddle-corpse.

Glowing red eyes with three tomoe spun back at me and a word screamed through my mind in instinctive recognition.

”Sharingan.”

”Do not fear! For I am... late.”

A distant echo. That voice felt like a lifetime ago. And I looked up from the puddle to see All Might.

Who looked very worried and his face barely able to hide his concern.

A voice in the back of my mind scoffed. The Sharingan saw and analyzed muscle twitches and movements to the cellular level. There was nothing that can hide from the Sharingan.

”Your name is... Izuku right? Are you okay?”

The man's voice was gentle as he went down on his knees. Careful to look at me and not the puddle.

”I dont know. This... thing tried to kill me. It tried to invade my body. And now it's dead. And I feel really tired now.”

All of that was true, and suddenly the pool of energy in me dried up and all I knew was darkness.

For the first time, I knew I wasnt having a nightmare in my sleep.

I was recollecting my memories. I was Madara. I was Izuku Midoriya.

Both of them merging slowly into one individual.

Izuku wept at the sheer amount of blood, the sheer amount of bodies, and the horrors of the shinobi world.

Madara scowled coldly at the idealistic nature of this new world. Powerful technology, unprecedented abilities as varied and untouched as a tool not yet sharpen. Heros and villains. Black and white. Hardly so simple. And yet, he too wept silently in quiet joy. At having family. At having a d_e_s_i_r_e to protect what was not yet tarnished.

One experienced all the horrors the world had to offer. The other experienced some of the simple bliss of a modern world that had also proclaimed him useless.

Madara had already claimed his purpose. A powerful shinobi, all the strength in the world, but nothing to aim it toward. Nothing outside of a drive to succeed. In every world. In every way.

Izuku lost his innocence. Madara reclaimed a better world view while still retaining himself.

All Might had taken the young teen to a nearby hospital. Guilt consuming him. This young man had nearly died and only a strange quirk had saved him from watching another person become another footnote in an obituary.

He hadnt meant to be curious, he was still Toshinori in his current state, but he had pulled his weight slightly to stay in the room and caught sight of the young man's journals.

Izuku Midoriya. Also known as worthless Deku. Picked on for being quirkless yet still d_e_s_i_r_ed to be a hero. All Might was used to fanboy worship... but not like this.

Pages. Endless pages of not just him, but every pro hero. Their strengths. Endless questions on the limits and variability of their quirks. The sheer extent of his knowledge and ingenuity of his theories put All Might to shame.

Izuku may not have a quirk, but he might as well have been.

'This level of Quirk Analysis is off the charts. Should any of the villains or worse Him, get the hands on this boy, would spell doom. On everyone.'

An uneasy feeling hit him. This was the work of years, almost a decade. Without a quirk. And now Izuku had a quirk. That somehow stopped a dangerous villain that had the ability to be almost entirely liquid and possess bodies like they wore clothes.

For a brief moment, Toshinori considered killing Izuku. And the fact that the number one hero considered doing that made him pause in self-disgust.

Izuku didn't need to be killed. He needed to be guided. He needed to rise, not to strike back against the world and burn it to ashes, but to show the world that all people, quirkless or not, deserve equality.

'Is he to be my successor?'

He looked at the young man. He looked so frail. Too frail. One For All would kill him. As he is now. If he trained the young man. If he had the conviction. He might be more than worthy of its power.

The young man stirred, and his eyes widened at the sight.

Izuku's records stated green eyes at his birth and childhood.

Blood red eyes with three tomoe stared back at him.

”Hello, young Izuku.”

Those glowing ominous eyes blinked. And then stared at him some more.

”Who are you?”

Toshinori sighed. It was going to be a long day.