6 Times Two
"It doubled everyday"
the doctor looked at Hiroshi with amazement " my that's quite the quirk. Have you put any thought into becoming a hero with a unique quirk like that I have no doubt you'll be very popular"
Hiroshi looked up at the doctor with a face full-of fascination hidden behind a blank expression
" A Hero what's that". He said trying to hide the eagerness in his voice.
Dr. Suzuki, gazed at the young boy and smiled, saying, "Pro heroes are individuals who courageously put their lives on the line to ensure the safety of people with a quirk like yours. I believe you have the potential to become someone like All Might." Hiroshi, intrigued, examined the doctor, hoping to discover any insights about the world beyond the confines of these mountains.
Curiously, he asked, "Who is All Might?"
The doctor appeared shocked, as it was unusual to encounter someone unaware of Japan's top-ranked hero.
Before he could answer the question he was interrupted by the old man standing in the distance
" Hiroshi All Might is the strongest hero in the world everyone looks up to him and relies on his powerful strength to keep us safe from those who would wish us harm. Hitoshi looked up at his frail grandfather
" Do you really think I can be as strong as him"
his grandfather looked at him with a straight face and said
" No, I think you can be stronger with the right amount of training and discipline " Hiroshi nodded mentally preparing himself for the great undertaking
The Doctor glanced at Hiroshi and inquired if he had come up with a name for his quirk. Hiroshi turned to his grandfather, seeking his opinion, he quickly responded "What if we call it Times two (2x)?" His grandfather then nodded in approval.
The doctor expressed deep gratitude to Ryosuke for his warm reception and commenced his arduous journey along the rugged trail. Meanwhile, the young boy cast an intense gaze upon his grandfather, his golden eyes sparkling.
"Grandfather,"
he spoke, brimming with determination, "I want to become a strong hero, someone whom people can always depend on. Like All Might"
With a smile beaming with affection and dedication, his grandfather responded, "I believe in your ability to achieve that, Hiroshi. Yet, it is now time to focus and push past your limits." He smiled and nodded.
"Yes sir"
...
6 years later…
At the foot of the Shiomi mountain range, a little boy, who couldn't have been more than ten years old, could be seen running around an entire hill with a big 700 pound bolder on his shoulder's his every step causing the ground to quake beneath him. He quickly dropped the bolder gently in order not to scare the wildlife surrounding the mountains
He gradually unveiled his glistening, golden eyes and inhaled deeply.
In an instant, he vanished as though he had never been there, only to reappear moments later in front of the dilapidated old house.
It's been six years since Hiroshi developed his quirk and during this time he has made remarkable strides in mastering his remarkable abilities.
He has discovered that meditation is the most effective technique for harnessing his continuously growing strength. And has practiced honing his power to a frightening degree. Able to hold the weights of boulders ten times the size of the one that stood before him.
As he contemplated his strength.
He was taken aback by a sudden voice that emerged from behind him. He turned to find his grandfather standing there, imparting his wisdom
"Honor may not win power, but it earns respect, and respect earns power."
Hiroshi's face lit up with a faint smile. He responded in kind, "Ishida Mitsunari" he replied,
his grandfather smiled back at him "Indeed, it was one of the first valuable lessons I imparted to you. They are good principles to live by in this world. You have truly surpassed my expectations and grown incredibly strong in such a short time. However, I caution you not to let this success inflate your ego. Although you may not have had many interactions with people in your life, it is important to remember that arrogance has been the downfall of many great men."
Hiroshi nodded and continued sipping his water when out of nowhere, they caught the sound of footsteps ascending the rocky hill.
A man with a sleek black suit, deep purple hair, and striking violet eyes emerged, making his way towards the old house. Stepping forward to shield Hiroshi, the elderly man tried to confront this individual, who was none other than Daichi, the son of Ryosuke.
The old man looked at Daichi with a frown.
"I can't help but wonder why you still haven't visited your own father in ten years,"
the old man questioned, his tone filled with curiosity. Daichi stared at his father, the expression on his face completely blank.
"I came to see the boy in person and you haven't been answering our calls,"
Hiroshi's eyes widened in disbelief; he had always believed he was adopted by the old man and had no idea he had a biological son.
"Who is this man, grandfather?"
Daichi looked at Hiroshi, his face filled with astonishment.
"He bears an uncanny resemblance to All Might, he looks exactly like him when he was in his young age."
Hiroshi's eyes opened wide in surprise as he turned to his grandfather, seeking answers. However, Ryosuke disregarded his gaze and sternly focused on his son. "Why did you truly come here?"
Daichi observed the shocked look on the boy's face and responded with a smile, saying, "You never informed him about his true identity, which is unusual for you. Have you become more lenient in your old age?"
" Ryosuke was seething with anger, unlike anything he had ever experienced before, as he commanded Hiroshi to retreat to his room.
The blond-haired boy, made an attempt to speak with his grandfather, only to be abruptly cut off by Ryosuke. " Go in now boy"
Hiroshi looked at the purple haired man with a frown on his face and dejectedly followed his grandfather's orders. And went inside the house.
Daichi glanced at his father, a shiver running down his spine. His father's gaze piercing through him, "Who do you think you are, appearing here without bowing to your master?" Daichi's expression turned sour as he confronted his father thinking back to there meeting ten years ago.
"I am not the same person who arrived here ten years ago, obediently lowering my head in submission."
The elderly man slowly faced his son.
"Ah, yes. I hear you've been climbing the ranks in the public safety commission. Do you truly believe that makes you superior to a co-founder?" For the first time in a decade, Daichi's body screamed at him to flee, to do anything to appease the man standing before him.
He was abruptly struck by the force of a brick wall before he could react, sending him stumbling back ten feet. He heard the older man say, "Stay on the ground where you belong,"
He looked at him with his hands still clasped behind his back as he walked away. Daichi tried to stand up and regain any sense of dignity as he was struggling for breath.
The older man treated Daichi with contempt, as if his existence were of no consequence.
Then, still in pain, he turned around and started to descend the mountain in small, deliberate steps. An expression of pure unadulterated rage crossing his face.
* don't worry old man After I'm done, we'll find out who will submit*
As the elderly man entered the house, he immediately spotted Hiroshi maintaining a plank position in his room effortlessly. Upon noticing his grandfather's presence, the boy calmly sat on the floor in front of him. Ryosuke,who had known the boy for his entire life, looked at him.
"I understand that you must have questions, so I will answer everything here and now."
Hiroshi looked at the ground below him his fist clenched tightly " What was that man talking about what did you not tell me grandfather,
"What am I?"
