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Every nation has its personified representatives through the land and seas. From the boisterous nation named America to the reserved nation named Japan, every country has a personified country. It’s a closed secret that only the absolute highest authority is aware in addition to some humans who heard stories about the personified countries from the older generation. It became a mundane routine for the country to meet up with their boss, complete some paperwork, visit other countries, and attend world meetings. Even after the emergence of quirks, the countries still maintained their normal routine but with an addition of their newly developed quirks. It would make sense that each country suddenly has its unique quirk since its people have evolved.
What others have failed to notice was a specific personification of a particular being. No, it is not another country or micronation. That would be silly! No, it was something on a much larger scale. It was the personification of the planet humans and nations reside in. Now known as commonly refer to as Earth, this personification was different compared to the personified countries. Unlike the countries, the one named Earth is forced to reincarnate after every major, life-changing world event, or if it was demanded, Earth be reincarnated. As a result, almost no one discovered that the planet has their personification. Countries of the past nor present had become aware of Earth’s existence besides a select handful of dead humans and nations.
At age four, Izuku was diagnosed as quirkless. The doctor informed his mother that he had an extra toe joint, which means that Izuku will not be developing a quirk. Tearfully, Inko had cried and apologized to her son for his quirkless status. Despite his quirkless status, that will not stop him from becoming a hero. Fine, if he doesn’t have a quirk, then he can be a hero that used his smarts and skills!
“I’m sorry, Izuku,” Inko tearfully cried.
“Mom, can I still be a hero,” Izuku asked. “Can I still be a hero despite not having a quirk?”
In another world, Inko would have continued with her endless crying and apologies to her only son. She would have never answered her son’s question. However, Inko knows that this situation was not all about her. She needs to act like a mother and consol her son.
“Yes, you can be a hero,” Inko answer, with a lot fewer tears. “You don’t need a quirk to be a hero!”
That answered reassured Izuku and had brought a smile to his face. He was so happy that his mother supports his dreams, despite his quirkless status, that he didn’t care about why his mother urges him to enter the playroom. The doctor asks his mother about Izuku’s family history, but Inko quickly began to gently shove Izuku to the child playroom across in the next room. The candy his mother bribed him for being a good boy and staying in the playroom while his mom talks to the doctor about “boring adult things” was probably another reason Izuku never questioned his mother’s actions.
Aunt Mitsuki came to visit with Kacchan! However, Izuku and Katsuki were not with their mothers since they were preparing that’s night dinner. Instead, there were at a local part talking about heroes and quirks. Izuku was writing notes about Katsuki quirk while Katsuki was talking about his explosive quirk. The more Katsuki talked about his quirk, the more Izuku vigorously wrote in his notebook. Izuku was so engrossed in his note-taking that he failed to notice the changes around his environment. Katsuki was also unaware of the sudden changes in his environment. He was too busy talking and indulging in Izuku's curiosity to noticed. That was until Katsuki saw random flowers rapidly blooming behind his friend.
“Izuku, why are there flowers growing behind you,” Katsuki pointed out.
“What do you mean Kacchan,” Izuku replied.
“Look behind you, nerd,” Katsuki answered as he point toward the direction of the flowers.
Izuku turned his head and saw that Kacchan was right. Behind him was an assortment of colorful flowers blooming behind him. The breeze from the wind made the flowers appeared more gracefully than are actually are.
“How,” Izuku said in shock.
“How what,” Katsuki asked. “It was your quirk!”
“But the doctor told me I was quirkless,” Izuku announced. “I was going to tell you later.”
“Well, the doc was wrong,” Katsuki commented. “Because flowers are fucking growing behind you!”
“Kacchan, you said a bad word,” Izuku exclaimed. “Don’t say that in front of our moms!”
“Of course I won’t,” Katsuki replied.
When the pair returned at Izuku’s place, plates were set on the table, and Inko was preparing to served katsudon. While his mom continues to chat with her best friend, Izuku began to feel like something felt off. He doesn’t understand why but when Katsuki began to explain about the events that took placed in the park, Izuku interrupted his friend with the first thing that came to his mind.
“We are having kastudon tonight” Izuku question as he starred to his mother. He was ignoring the look Kacchan was giving him.
“I know it is your favorite, so I decide to make it for you,” Inko smiled. “I thought you might like it for tonight’s dinner.”
“Thanks, mom” Izuku said with excitement.
“Anyway, what were you about to say Katsuki,” Inko inquired.
Before Katsuki began to tell their mom about Izuku’s newly discovered quirk, Izuku began to blabber about emerging heroes until Katsuki gave up talking in favor of eating dinner.
Later in the evening, Katsuki and Izuku were playing with heroes figurine. While their mothers were distracted in the living room, Katsuki began to question his friend.
“Okay, why did you stop me from talking,” Katsuki question.
“I don’t know” Izuku honestly responded. “I don’t why I didn’t want you to talk about my quirk.”
“Would you rather be diagnosed as quirkless” Katsuki asked. “It will make everything harder for you.”
“Yes,” Izuku spoke with confidence. “ I don’t know why, but something is telling me to keep quiet about this quirk.”
“Why” Katsuki asked once more, with a hint of confusion. “Why would you need to lie about not having a quirk?”
“I don’t know Kacchan,” Izuku hesitated. “I wish I knew.”
On the dried grassy field of the wide-open plane stood a tall, slender, Native American woman. There was a basin up ahead that once quench the thirst of the local wildlife. All of a sudden, the dried grass became vibrate with life as it transformed from a dusty color to an emerald color. The basin also transformed into an overflowing lake of fresh water. As the environment slowly transformed in front of the mysterious woman’s eyes, childish laughter was echoing for the woman to hear.
The woman walks toward the newly formed lake as she held a tiny, pale wrist in her right hand. She gently drags her companion to the lake to see their reflection. On the lake surface, two reflections were staring right back at them. One was the Native American woman dress in traditional native clothing. Next to her is a tiny, pale boy with emerald curls and eyes shining with delight. He was also wearing traditional Native American clothing.
“How did you do this” the woman gasp in wonder. “Not even a personification can create such miracles.”
“I don’t know Native America,” the boy hummed. “Something within me told me to help this land to heal, so I healed it.”
“Adahy, keep this between us,” the woman known as Native America warned. “With a gift such as yours, there are surely those out there who would love to take advantage of you.”
“If I am not like you ma then what am I” the boy known as Adahy wondered. “I know I’m not human, but you can’t do the same things as I can?”
“I still believe you represent something,” Native America said with confidence. “You have been the same age for a decade now. Together, we will find the truth about your origins.”
Izuku was abruptly woken up when he accidentally knocks his alarm clock to the floor. He doesn’t know why but the dream was so realistic.
“Why does it feel so familiar,” Izuku mumble as he stared at the broken pieces of his alarm clock.