"I finally found it. U.A. Academy."
There the teenage boy stood, in front of the ruins of an old highschool, his shoulder length, dark purple hair flowing in the breeze. What was once the greatest hero academy in the world, was now a giant pile of destruction, serving as a reminder to everyone that all is lost. But he didn't believe that, he knew there was a way to fix the world. He didn't know how, but he knew that a way existed.
He clapped his hands together and said a prayer for the souls that were lost on that faithful day, when suddenly someone decided to interrupt him.
"Hey! This is a bad neighborhood. I recommend you leave."
The boy finished his prayer and looked over to the man. He looked old and homeless, not an uncommon thing in this day and age, tattered clothing, long hair, a scraggly beard, and goggles to protect his eyes from all the dirt flying around in this wasteland of a city. He held an almost empty beer bottle in his hand and smelled like alcohol.
"I'm looking for U.A. Academy."
"U.A. is dead. It's right there. Can't you see it?"
"I've heard that there's a new U.A. and i'm looking for it."
"Well whoever told you that is an idiot. Heros are dead. And if you don't get out of here, so are you." the old man declared as he slammed his beer bottle on the ground, shattering it
"If i'm gonna find the new U.A. this is the best place to start. I'm not going anywhere."
"So be it."
The old man thrusted forward with a punch, and the boy simply lifted up one hand over his face to catch it. But when he caught the attackers hand, the punch stuck with so much force that it actually pushed the boy's hand back and the back of his hand hit him right in the face.
The boy held his face in pain with his other hand and shouted: "OW DAMN IT!!! Wait what?" then suddenly the old man tried to roundhouse kick the boy but he ducked under it and backed up as he thought to himself: "What happened to my quirk? I should have stopped him!"
The old man throws numerous punches at the boy but he dodges each one while taking a step back every time, until the point where he catches the old man's right arm, by wrapping his left arm around it. Once the boy had a strong grip on his arm he quickly punched the man in the stomach, then the face, then back fisted his head.
"Damn my quirk really isn't working. He should be unconscious. I'll worry about that later, right now i just have to end this." the boy thought to himself before kicking the man's feet, knocking him off balance and facedown onto the floor. The boy sat on his back and held the man's arm with one hand and his head with the other, holding him down.
The boy breathed a little heavy from all this excitement, and after a few seconds the old man yelled: "What are you waiting for? Kill me!"
The boy's grip around the man's head tightened for a moment, but then loosened as he answered: "No. I'm not going to do that."
"You have too. that's the way the world works. The weak die and the strong survive. And showing mercy gets you killed. Kill me or I'll kill you!"
"NO!!! I don't care if that's how the world works. That's now how I work! That's why I'm trying to find the new U.A. to fix this hell."
Suddenly a smile made it's way across the old man's face as he announced: "Good answer. You pass."
"What?" that was all the boy could say before their positions had suddenly been reversed. The old man was sitting on top of the boy holding him down all in a motion so fast, he could barely follow it. "How did you-"
"What can't tell when someone's throwing a fight on purpose?" the old man said as he removed his goggles, the veins in his eyes looked like they were going to pop. "Good thing you didn't give long annoying speech about the good in the world because i was getting dry eye." the old man closed and rubbed his eyes with his fingers then gave a thumbs up in the air and shouted "We got ourselves a new student here Snipe!"
Suddenly a man wearing a cowboy hat, a cloak, and some kind of gas mask, dropped out of a tree, holding a gun in each hand. The old man got off the boy and walked over to him.
THe boy rose to his feet as he questioned: "What's going on? Who are you two?"
"This is Snipe. If you had actually tried to kill me he'd have blown your brains out. I used to be called Eraserhead. I'm the reason your quirk wasn't working. And we're both teachers, at the new U.A. which you've just been accepted into."
"I...I what?"
