The rise of Dekiru - できるの上昇

Metanoia

He woke up the next morning and groaned. He had purposely set his alarm clock earlier because he was planning on doing some research on equipment used by the old heroes from the pre quirk era and how to make them.

'Maybe I should get a extendable staff of sorts. That pole came in pretty handy yesterday. Plus it would be good for putting some distance in between me and an opponent.' He thought to himself.

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He went to the library and checked out multiple books on self defense and the crafting of support items.

Man his backpack was heavy, but if he couldn't handle a stack of books how the hell would he be able to carry a civilian?

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Yup. Running away from Kacchan was nearly impossible that day.

He sighed as he walked past the dojo he saw yesterday and paused for a moment, studying their movements and forms.

There was something familiar about it but what was it? He could tell every single move people were going to make by just the smallest of shifts in their stance. This was very surprising seeing as he had never done nor seen someone use martial arts before.

He sat down on a bench and watched them, pulling out a spare notebook.

You can probably guess what he did. After all, it wouldn't be Izuku without his analysis skills and notebooks.

He left for his house once the lesson was over, satisfied with the notes he took today.

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He walked to the dojo everyday to watch and in the mornings he went to the beach to look for things to help him make support gear.

Whenever he went to the dojo for some reason the Sensei would always have his back to the window so his identity was unknown.

He frowned as he stared up at the dojo window. Everyone except for the Sensei had shown up which was odd, considering the fact that he would always arrive early. It had been a couple weeks since he started coming and watching their classes so he had already figured out everyone's schedule.

"Hey kid." Said a voice behind him.

He turned around to find a man with vibrant violet eyes behind him. He had the bottom half of a gi peeking out from under his trench coat.

The man waved a hand in front of his face after a few minutes.

"Hello? Earth to the green one?"

"Wah!" He stumbled back "Er- sorry sir! I got caught up in my thoughts again!"

He chuckled "You're fine. But say, would you mind telling me what you think about someone's form?"

"E-Er um... sure? A-Anyone?"

"Anyone."

He turned towards the glass and window and watched as the students began their warm ups. He pointed to a boy with blue hair.

"Well his is a bit sloppy. He needs to widen his stance or else he will easily be knocked off balance. His arm is also too low, allowing for there to be an easily exploitable weakness to use against him in a fight. He also..." The emerald boy began muttering.

"Dang kid you must be some martial arts prodigy eh?"

"A-actually I've never even thrown a punch before so I really wouldn't know what I'm talking about. Sorry."

"Could've fooled me kid. You should come in some time. Instead of just standing outside everyday."

"Ah! Sorry about that!" he said sheepishly.

"Not many people your age have that much knowledge about karate." The man said as he walked in.

All of the students immediately stopped what they were doing and got into a line.

He held the door open for the emerald boy and gestured for him to come in. The boy scrambled to get his stuff and walk in.

"Thank you!"

Setting down his duffle bag the man took off his trench coat to reveal the top half of a gi, and black belt.

'Wait a second...' the boy's eyes widened in recognition.

If it weren't for the man's bright violet eyes as his most striking feature he would have recognized him easily.

"Talk to me after class kid."

This man was the Sensei.