This story follows a certain green haired boy around during his first encounter with death, and murder, and torture... and well, the bad side of the system.
During his journey, he discovers he can't die... he's immortal. Hundreds of thousands would...
"Pathetic excuse of a child! I wish I never gave birth to you!"
. 16 feet .
FREAK!
. 13 feet .
"Pathetic deku! You can't do shit"
. 7 feet .
I've got an idea! Go take a swan dive off the roof of the building and hope for a quirk in your next life"
. 5 feet .
HAHAHA HAHAHAH!!
. *SPLAT* .
'Am I dead? I just jumped from a five story building, I'm pretty sure I am.' 'I don't feel anything, I can't see anything...'
'It's quite peaceful...'
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a unfamiliar voice.
"Uhh huh, all right, name, Izuku Midoriya, age, 14, death by what I assume suicide-" the unknown person continues stating facts as the green haired male regains consciousness.
"Ugghh." Izuku sits up groggily, opening his eyes, flinching as light seeps in.
Now Izuku, with his eyes opened fully, is looking around at his surroundings. The first thing he notices is the large puddle of fresh blood surrounds his frail body. His dazed gaze brings itself to a tall individual standing next to him. Izuku immediately analyzes the figure, who he assumed was the owner of the voice he had heard earlier.
The mysterious person has a black cloak draped around their body giving their person a mysterious aura. The cloak has a hood that's quite large. Said hood allows shadows to drape over their face, making it hard to distinguish any features they may have. Small black-grey tuffs of hair poke out from beneath the hood of the cloak.
