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"If you want to inherit my power, you've got to swallow some of my DNA, that's how just how it works, and since your quirk has nothing to do with blood, this is the least weird way to do this, trust me. Just pop it in your mouth like it's a piece of gum, and don't think about it too hard!"
"Still, this isn't exactly how I imagined it at all," Izuku said, his eyes as wide as a cartoon character who'd just seen a ghost.
After a few moments, with a deep breath, Izuku took the plunge, swallowing the hair like it was the most important pill he'd ever taken. It went down like a feather in a tornado, leaving behind a taste as strange as a rainbow in a black-and-white world.
The moment was as silent as a library during finals week. And then . . .
"Ahh, the sweet taste of heroism," Izuku said, his voice as deadpan as a pancake.
"Glad to see you're taking this in stride, young man," Toshinori chuckled, his eyes crinkling like a well-used road map. "NOW THEN LET ME SHOW YOU SOME OF MY MOVES, YOUNG MIDORIYA!"
Izuku's heart was a jackhammer in his chest, each beat echoing like the bass drop at a dubstep concert. He watched as Toshinori, his mentor, his idol, his hero, transformed into All Might. The beach was no longer a trash dump but a battlefield of destiny, the sand a canvas for greatness.
"Okay, All Might, what do we do first!?" Izuku's voice was a sizzling pancake of excitement.
"FIRST YOU CLENCH TO YOUR BUTT CHEEKS A YELL 'SMASH!'!" Toshinori, a.k.a. All Might, instructed with the enthusiasm of a coach at the Super Bowl.
"Smash!" Izuku yelled, his voice a bolt of lightning in a quiet afternoon. His fists clenched, and his feet dug into the sand like a crab with a vendetta against the shore. Then, the transformation happened, and 'Power Up' activated like a video game cheat code.
The beach was a silent witness as the young hero-in-training's body began to shiver and pulse. His veins looked like they were made of glowing neon tubes, and his skin took on the sheen of a freshly waxed car. It was like watching a caterpillar turn into a butterfly, except the caterpillar was made of pure, unadulterated guts.
"How do I feel?" Izuku asked, his voice a mix of awe and confusion.
"YOU'RE FEELING THE POWER OF ONE FOR ALL," Toshinori said, his voice a gentle breeze in a hurricane. "IT'S LIKE YOUR BODY'S BEEN PLUNGED INTO THE UNIVERSE'S BIGGEST ENERGY DRINK."
Izuku looked down at himself, his body now a living, breathing 'gun' show. "This . . . this is insane!" he exclaimed, his much deeper than beforehand.
Ever since he first unlocked 'Power Up', he could never truly see or experience what it was like to transform, now as he looked over, he was the same height as All Might himself, and just as muscular as well, his heart felt like it could punch its way out of his chest with pure excitement. He looked over to All Might, "I can't believe it, I actually look like a recolor of you!"
"ALRIGHT, YOUNG MIDORIYA," All Might boomed, the sun glinting off his teeth like a Hollywood smile. "NOW THEN, LETS SEE WHAT YOU ARE REALLY MADE OF!"
Izuku nodded, his heart beating like a drumline in a Mardi Gras parade. The beach was now their training ground, the waves a backdrop to their symphony of sweat and determination. They started with the basics: punches and kicks that would make Bruce Lee look like he was dancing the Macarena. Then they moved on to the more signiture maneuvers, like the famous "Detroit Smash" and the "Texas Smash." It was like watching a master artist paint with his fists, except the canvas was the sky and the paint was pure, unbridled power.
As the sun climbed down the ladder of the sky, painting the horizon with strokes of gold and pink, the beach of Takoba grew more alive with the rhythm of their training. The waves whispered tales of their efforts to the shore, while the seagulls cheered from their perches in the sky. Izuku and All Might danced like two celestial beings, their every move a testament to the symphony of strength and spirit.
They continued until the clock's hands met in a high-five at 6:00 PM. The beach, once a silent stage for their epic struggle, now bore the scars of their earnest endeavor. The sand was sculpted by their footprints, each a stepping stone to heroism. The air was thick with the scent of victory and sweat, a potent perfume that only the truly dedicated could appreciate.
All Might, now long since turned back to Toshinori looked at his apprentice, his eyes gleamed with the satisfaction of a master watching his pupil spread their wings. "Midoriya, today you've shown me something truly amazing," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "But remember, this is only the very start of you're journey. You've got a long road ahead, and it won't always be sunshine and rainbows. Sometimes it'll be storms and potholes, but if you keep that spirit of yours shining, you'll make it through."
Izuku, still basking in the afterglow of his transformation and training in ripped clothes, nodded. "I won't let you down All Might," he promised, his voice as firm as a rock in a riverbed.
Toshinori's smile grew. "Now, how about you detransform and head on home now Young Midoriya, your mother must be worried," he said, his voice a warm cup of tea after a long day.
Izuku nodded, his heart a jackhammer in a pillow factory. He focused and . . . nothing happened, he was still in his buff form. "Al-All Might, I'm stuck!"