Armament Hero Academia - 1 (Patreon)

Like the vast majority of people in the world, you unlocked your quirk at a very young age. Younger than most actually.

Just after you turned three years old to be exact. A sign many said, of great things to come for you. While it was true most with mutations quirk were outright born with quirks, those generally of the more powerful variety tended to be the types that awakened.

It was a simple day that your fateful awakening occurred. You were playing in the sand box with your friends from kindergarten, when some older boys wanted you to leave so they could have it to play in themselves. When you refused, they started trying to bully you and your friends and began throwing rocks at you all.

One of your friends was struck in the face, and you were filled with anger. And then that anger turned into a boiling heat that spread across your body and suddenly your skin was shiny and metallic, and the angry little run you made at the boys throwing stones, made them run away in terror at the sight of your new shiny metalness.

The cheers and praise of your friends, and later your teachers for unlocking your quirk so early rang in your ears.

And later that day, when you visited the doctor with your parents, you were tested to learn the basic abilities of your quirk. And you learned, that your quirk was the ability to turn yourself into metal and even make metal things. He even said you could swords and stuff if you really wanted! It was so cool!

Your eyes shone brightly when the doctor even said you had a quirk capable of allowing you to become a pro hero!

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Your quirk was very fun to play with you learned early on. While you couldn't use it out in public at all, you could still play with it at home.

When you posed in the mirror with your shiny metal skin, you looked very heroic and cool! What made it even cooler was how you could just make things as well. From anywhere on your body, you could make sweet metal toys like baseball bats, though your parents were such sticks in the mud, giving you into trouble when they found you playing with a jagged knife you made.

The only problem though was that...you got tired out really quick after keeping your whole body metal for a while on top of making a few things.

But that was okay, like your friends and teachers said, you were amazing and you just had to keep at it!

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A year came and went, and you turned four years old. You noticed over the year, the more you played with your quirk, the harder the metal you could make became, and the faster you could do it. Not to mention, the bigger the things you could make and the longer you could do it as well!

As a birthday gift, your parents had a small garage built for you where you could store the things you made and play with your quirk all you wanted. It was thanks to the business.

Your dad's family had a long line of quirks that related to metal, and as such, the family had been in the business of metal work for over fifty years. And while you weren't super duper rich, your family was pretty well off!

It was amazing, one of the best gifts you'd ever receive, and one of the things that would go a long way in the future to helping you train your quirk as you grew up.

When you weren't playing with your friends, or spending time in the house, eating or sleeping, you usually found yourself in your garage playing with your quirk.

Even more so when an especially epic event was broadcasted on live television not long after your fourth birthday. The event that began the rise of the great hero All Might! You found your eyes glued to the screen as the massive smiling blonde man saved over a thousand people at once and began

"It's fine now!" The massive man laughed as he carried easily a dozen people at once on his body from a massive flaming wreckage, "Why?" he asked clearly without any prompting

"Because I AM HERE!"

You watched on in gobsmacked amazement as he sped through the area faster than the eye could see, punched through metal surfaces like they were paper and shielded everyone behind his unstoppable, unbreakable body.

Before, being a pro hero was exciting to you because it was cool, because all your friends praised you and told you how amazing you were. But...when you saw All Might for that first time. Something in you changed, what a hero meant to you...became so much more.

After you saw All Might in action that very first time, you decided, you wanted to be as strong and as unyielding as him. Become a hero as unstoppable as him, a hero that could shield anyone in danger. You were determined to become a hero every bit as good as him and go even further beyond!

But first, you needed to learn how to fight. At least according to your dad, who said that your quirk and natural ability could only take you so far. And after he confirmed you wanted to be a hero, he decided to enlist you in martial arts classes.

And so, a week after All Might saved over a thousand people in one incident and defeated dozens of villains all alone, you found yourself enlisted at a local dojo, standing before a tall, muscular and stoney faced man.

"You want to be a hero do you?" The sensei stared down at you with glacial eyes.

"Yes I do!" You eagerly nodded with a bright smile.

A hand chop met your skull drawing a whine of pain from you. "What was that for!"

"Discipline yourself boy," the man admonished you, "Muay Boran is not some martial art designed for sport or self defense, it is a style made for combat to defeat and crush enemies. Now, take your stance!"

..Eh, what stance!? You wondered.

You received another chop on the head for your efforts. Such a hard ass the old man sensei was. But, in the future, you wouldn't regret what you learned.

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Another year came and went after you started studying under Ripper-Sensei. You never got an answer why he had such an absurd name, but it probably had to deal with how brutal the man was. A good teacher yes, but he pushed you to your limits even as a toddler. And beat his lessons into you literally.

Muay Boran was a brutal martial art, just the same as the man who taught you it. But you cannot deny, that it isn't a martial art that fits your quirk well and couldn't wait until the day you were ready to start learning how to use them both in conjunction!

Still, just after you turned five, you started Grade School and your free time for training and learning martial arts was eaten into by the great horror that was your education!

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Time passed and bit by bit, you grew older. Year by year until suddenly, you were graduating grade school and moving on to junior high at twelve years old.

Your focus on your goal was as strong as your quirk itself and you worked tireless and continuously towards that far off milestone.

You pushed your body and your quirk to the very limits, increasing your physical abilities and everything you could do with your quirk. Through your tireless training you even got to the point where you learned a new skill with your quirk, the ability to shapeshift minor parts of your body while in your metallic form. You even created a special move based on it called Assault Claw. You were quite proud of yourself for that.

On top of which, you continued your training under your brutal sensei to this very day, for over seven years straight in counting and you had finally mastered Muay Boran to the point where your sensei declared that you were ready to incorporate it into fighting with your quirk!

And as you grew stronger and more able, so to did the praise around you. But, it came at a cost. At some point, you had noticed something. Those you used to think of friends....weren't so friendly.

It started with a whisper behind your back here and a whisper behind your back there. Jealously. They were jealous of your strength, your ability. Resentful even. Yet, at the same time, they did not wish to cut ties with you, and not through fondness.

No, it was through greed. Since you were but three years old you had been praised by those all around you, about how strong your quirk was, about how amazing you were, about how famous and successful a pro hero you would become.

They were hanger ons. Wishing to ride on your coattails and bask in the spotlight that they believed you would one day stand within.

...It was not a good thing to realise. It hurt to know the friends you'd grown up with, the girls who always hung on to your very words and praised you, these people that you had cared about for years, one that was even your first kiss your first girlfriend.....that they only cared about what you could get them in the future, and not you yourself.

It was sobering.

It was odd to not have people constantly crowding around you when you started Middle School. True, not all of your 'friends' came to the same school, or even ended up in the same class as you, but quite a few did.

You had...begun distancing yourself from them. At first, you had wanted to rage at them, vent all your frustration, maybe beat the shit out of a few of them. But once you calmed down, you realised that wasn't really the type of thing a hero should do, no matter how galling it was to let them get away with stringing you along like a fool. Still, in the end...you realised something. They weren't worth it.

So, bit by bit, you distanced yourself from them, gave them the cold shoulder, engaged in only minor, polite conversation or outright pay them no attention at all.

And eventually, they got the picture.

it came at a pretty bad time though. Because it gave you the reputation of a pretty standoffish guy in regards to your new classmates and none were all in much of a hurry to try and befriend you.

It was your first taste of the ficke public opinion.

It wasn't all bad. It left you much more time to throw yourself into your training. The time for you to pursue your dream was fast approaching, only a few years off until you went to U.A, the greatest hero school in the world!

And it wasn't like all your classmates avoided you or anything. You did manage to make some friendly acquaintances that you could have lunch with should you so desire. Itsuka Kendo, a warm, pretty and responsible orange haired girl and a quiet bird faced boy who liked to keep to himself, Fumikage Tokoyami.

They were quite interesting. You even learned that Itsuka was a martial artist herself, studying karate to help her quirk that let her turn her hands giant sized. Fumikage on the other hand, had a love for the dark and gothic. And his quirk, Dark Shadow was something else. In general, it was pretty versatile and strong, but the darker it got, the more powerful it became and in total darkness it was apparently a complete powerhouse of a quirk.

From what you saw, you could handily defeat either Kendo or Fumikage in a fight...except in total darkness. That may actually end up in your loss, and you actually found yourself excited at the prospect. Because never before had you met someone your age, with a quirk that could possible overpower your own!

There was another you talked to here and there as well, but that couldn't be called friendly in anyway shape or form. Hitoshi Shinso was his name, and your relationship with him could be called...outright antagonistic.

He was a sleepy looking boy with a rather daunting quirk. A Mind Control quirk that allowed him to take control of someone if they responded to anything he said to them...something you had personal experience with, having once been put under his sway. It seemed he was, jealous of your quirk, how others praised it and yourself, yet always walked on egg shells around him because of his 'villainous quirk'. He'd made you into his lackie for a day and made you do all sorts of things, ending up with you humiliating yourself in front of a few people. Thankfully, you'd learned a weakness in his quirk in the process when someone bumped into you and free'd you from his control.

The broken nose you'd given him afterwards was well deserved.

You didn't find yourself very impressed with the dream he spouted at you either. How he claimed he was going to be a great hero and get in to UA. Except....even in gym classes, he lazed around and barely put in much of any effort.

As far as you were concerned, good luck to him, but you knew that a slacker like him would be lucky to become a General Ed student at U.A, never mind a hero prospect.