1 Green and black

Roronoa Zoro held the title of the strongest swordsman for years, but on a seemingly normal day, Zoro unexpectedly died. As he is, he got lost in the afterlife and somehow reached the afterlife's reincarnation chamber. Small flame-like and different colored wisps like himself floated towards these chambers.

The reincarnation chambers were an automated system which occasionally sent souls from all plains into another one. These souls were chosen specifically and sent to live a new life. This system was automated and didn't require any control, it simply reincarnated the souls that came its way. So was the case with Zoro's soul. Not knowing what what it was, his soul's wisp entered the chamber. His soul was not registered in the system, and it was something the system noticed but couldn't figure out. A mistake or unusual situation was simply impossible to occur. The souls couldn't just get lost and enter a place they weren't meant to enter. Zoro was an exception for some reason, and so he was simply reincarnated into a different plain and into a body that already harboured a soul.

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Whilst looking at a mirror, the 14 year-old boy named Ryoto Matsuda noticed something weird. "My eye! My right eye is green?!" He yelled, dumbfounded by this sudden development. Previously, the boy had short, black hair which did not change, and slant eyes that covered his black irises.

"Hey! What are you yelling for? You know that the walls are as thin as paper, right? Didn't I tell you to keep it down," his father scolded.

Just like his father, Ryoto's Quirk was Sharpness. When he touches a person or an object, it creates a cut. When he uses a tool that has cutting or cleaving capabilities, the tool's sharpness is increased by 10. Of course, he can't cut everything without tools.

"Dad, my eye, look at it," he said, gaining his father's attention.

"Looks goofy," the father said. "Colored contact lens?"

"No. I feel weird, so does my Quirk. Something doesn't feel right. My head also hurts for some reason...," Ryoto complained.

"Probably puberty, son. You reached the age, it's late even," his father shrugged it off.

'Nothing I can do here... I just need to deal with it. So strange, this eye... Is it really puberty, or did my Quirk change my genetic structure,' Ryoto theorized.

Ryoto was raised by his father. He was told that his mother died while giving birth to him. Since his birth, his father needed to make sacrifices in order to raise him, and without any help, his father struggled. Working while he was in day-care and school until he was old enough to take on responsibility. Before his parents met, his father was actually a pro Hero. Graduated from Shiketsu High, he was one of the best from his year. He lived the life of a Hero for 5 years, but for reasons unknown to Ryoto, his father quit. Ryoto thinks it's because his parents met and eventually married, but the reason is much deeper and much darker than he could ever imagine.

Ryoto went to do his homework after his quick talk with his father, forgetting the issue with his eye, and focusing on more important matters like getting into U.A Highschool. 'Hmm...,' he worried internally. 'I hope I study and train hard enough to be accepted into the school.' Though, he lacked a bit in resolve and was weak-willed - something that would change in a few hours.

A few hours later, when the sun had already set and the full moon illuminated the streets of Musutafu, Ryoto felt tired and decided to go to sleep without eating the dinner his father had prepared. The moment Ryoto entered his futon inside his almost empty room, he fell asleep the second his head made contact with his pillow.

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Asleep and comfortable, Ryoto started to see a series of weird images. These images showed things like swords, weights, swordsmen, booze and a blonde guy with a black suit. The thing that all images contained were swords. At least 2 swords were always depicted in these images. The images repeated themselves over and over, even giving the feeling of nostalgia. His brain was tricked into smelling booze, metal and sweat. Millions of times, these images flew around his brain, creating a place inside it that would never vanish - they became a part of Ryoto's mind.

When Ryoto woke up, his head and right eye felt as if they were on fire. "GAH," he squirmed in pain, remembering the images from the dream, as they had burned themselves into his very being.

'Dad will never take me to the hospital, we don't have the money for it. I just need to deal with it...', Ryoto tried convincing himself.

-Tuesday: Day 1-

It was hard walking to school. Aldera Junior High wasn't far, but walking 1.5 miles to school with a headache so severe was more than difficult. It didn't help that even a villain interrupted his walk to school. A villain with a gigantification-Quirk wreaked amok in Musutafu. The Villain was around 60 to 70 feet tall and had long, brown dreadlocks. 'This doesn't help with my headache at all...,' Ryoto complained, and as he did, he saw his classmate taking notes inside a notebook he knew well. His friend, Izuku Midoriya, was a Quirkless individual that admired Heroes and took notes about them and their Quirk. The reason Ryoto and Izuku could be so casual about the whole gigantic Villain is because a dozen Heroes where dealing with the giant. Mt. Lady who also had a gigantification-Quirk fought this villain with the help of other Heroes, namely Kamui Woods and Death Arms.

"Hey Izuku, we shoul-," Ryoto's words were cut short when he noticed a shadow loom over him. When he looked up, he saw the rubble of the nearby bridge fly right at him. "Wha-," he blacked out, only to come to his sense right next to the rubble.

A hand stuck out from under that concrete, a blood trail forming shortly after. The rubble had killed someone, but it wasn't his classmate Izuku.

"Ryoto, are you okay?! Are you hurt anywhere? Your eye...", Izuku asked, worried for his only kind classmate.

No response came from Ryoto's side, only the point of a finger. Izuku looked toward where it was pointing, only then seeing the arm of an innocent civilian.

What followed was a scene of 2 young teens throwing up and imprinting their first gory experience. "AUGH!!"

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"I heard what happened, so I will not write you down as late. Just sit down quietly and open the English book on page 138," The two kids' homeroom teacher stated.

Ryoto and Izuku entered the classroom from the door that was in the back of the glass. And because Ryoto sat at the very first row, unlike Izuku who sat in the last, he needed to walk between his bully-classmates' seats in order to get to his seat. He walked slowly, worrying he would be targeted by his bullies.

"Look at his eye! Do you think that's cool," his bully kicked Ryoto in his behind, sending him flying and making him fall onto his face.

"Ouch," Ryoto yelled out. Laughter was his whole class's reaction to that event. No help or support in sight, not even Izuku, the primary bully target, would speak up, even though heroic spirit forced him to.

'Are you going to just allow that to happen,' a deep, old Japanese-talking voice resounded within Ryoto's head.

"Who said that," Ryoto asked out aloud, creating more confusion which his classmate's targeted next.

"HAHA! And now he is crazy," a wheat-blonde and spiky-haired boy who rested his feet on the table said.

'Deal with them,' the voice resounded again, sounding even madder than before.

"I said, who said that?! AGHH," Ryoto yelled out this time, the headache multiplying by at least tenfold, now feeling as though it was being crushed from all directions.

Ryoto, our future boy wonder, passed out right then and there. 'Now I have the control...,' the sound relished in his second opportunity .