Chapter 212 - My CO Stash #12 - One Above All by Wielder of Fate (NarutoXMyHeroAcademia)

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Sypnosis: Madara had won. Project Tsuki No Mei. Under an eternal blissful Genjutsu. Except for him. A voice reaches out to him, and he takes the offer. Izuku-Madara Uchiha Reincarnate. OP.

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Chapter One: Eyes of Hatred

The shine of light on the world was an unnatural one. It pierced objects and buildings. All living things ensnared in the illusionary world of their own desires.

Sasuke's Rinnegan hadnt been enough to stop him. Using his new eye had cost him too much chakra and it had been easy for him to tear the boy's Rinnegan out. Instantly snaring both him and the Uzumaki in the illusion.

Madara Uchiha had won. And he was now paying the price for winning.

No movement. No sound. He was alone now and he was immortal. An eternity of solitude and isolation.

'If I tear out my Rinnegan eyes and replace them with normal eyes, will I join them in the perfect world? Or will I forever live in this world of pointlessness? Or will I join them but forever feel unable to believe in the illusion?'

'Madara Uchiha. This timeline is ending. And I offer you a choice.'

The voice was ethereal, barely a whisper, but the silence had made it deafening. My eyes could see no change in chakra so I wondered if I had gone insane at last.

'Not insane. Not yet, at least. My name is Gaia, and I am the Soul of the Multiverse. The being in which all else is born. This timeline is ending. In another life, you failed and died. In this one, you succeeded but now have no purpose. Every human born after this point will only perpetuate under the illusion and no being can enter this dimension without falling prey to it as it reacts to consciousness.'

'I offer a choice. Be reborn in a new world. Be reborn anew. In this world, you were born talented. Born with gifts and powers that allowed you to get this far. You believe that you are more powerful because of your will alone. I challenge you to rise from nothing and become more.'

The voice was mocking him and his pride was raised. However, an entire lifetime of battle and consequence have him pause.

Pride had cost him his brother, his clan, his home, and many times almost his life. Pride was fickle and dangerous.

'I dont know your game or schemes but I will accept being reborn... with conditions.'

'Such as?'

'In being reborn, I will keep my memories of this life. I will regain my Sharingan and all of my abilities within a period of a decade of rebirth. Any abilities I gain in the new world, I keep. And finally, that you dont interfere with my life or my desires without my permission.'

"I accept those terms."

The flat voice echoed and then blackness was all he knew.

-OAA‐-

Ever since I can remember, I had nightmares. Horrible terrifying nightmares that paralyzed me in silent terror.

But I could never recall them after I woke up. Only a haze of blood, bodies everywhere, and feeling the responsibility of knowing I had done those things.

And that I liked it.

Outside of that. Nothing else new. My many tests done on me turned out normal. Sleep tests indicated massive brainwaves but nothing concrete.

I was considered Quirkless. In a world where 80% of the world had powers. I had nothing.

Until one day. Something changed.

I had been going somewhere. I no longer remember where. When a Slime Villian had captured me. Suffocated me. Intended to kill me. Use my body as a puppet.

As I neared death and blackness overtook me, my eyes saw red.

Red eyes with three tomoe swirling around the pupil. And a voice that seemed to echo from within me.

"Would you kindly get out of my body and die?"

The lazy monotone drawl was cold and flat. Harsh. The sheer coldness in me didn't feel like the slime invading my body. It felt like an ocean of cold energy that flowed through me.

The slime suddenly left and I gasped weakly for air. Sputtering and coughing, I looked up only to see the slime villian was shaking and seemed to be holding something in his hand.

The black orb pulsed slightly and I knew immediately, somehow, that it was the villains heart.

Squelch.

A sickening sound of something like a weak splat and the villian melted. Dead.

I was numb. Hollow. I killed him. It was self-defense, but I still killed him. An unknown emotion bubbled up in me as i slowly struggled up to my knees and stared down at the puddle-corpse.

Glowing red eyes with three tomoe spun back at me and a word screamed through my mind in instinctive recognition.

"Sharingan."

"Do not fear! For I am... late."

A distant echo. That voice felt like a lifetime ago. And I looked up from the puddle to see All Might.

Who looked very worried and his face barely able to hide his concern.

A voice in the back of my mind scoffed. The Sharingan saw and analyzed muscle twitches and movements to the cellular level. There was nothing that can hide from the Sharingan.

"Your name is... Izuku right? Are you okay?"

The man's voice was gentle as he went down on his knees. Careful to look at me and not the puddle.

"I dont know. This... thing tried to kill me. It tried to invade my body. And now it's dead. And I feel really tired now."

All of that was true, and suddenly the pool of energy in me dried up and all I knew was darkness.

For the first time, I knew I wasnt having a nightmare in my sleep.

I was recollecting my memories. I was Madara. I was Izuku Midoriya.

Both of them merging slowly into one individual.

Izuku wept at the sheer amount of blood, the sheer amount of bodies, and the horrors of the shinobi world.

Madara scowled coldly at the idealistic nature of this new world. Powerful technology, unprecedented abilities as varied and untouched as a tool not yet sharpen. Heros and villains. Black and white. Hardly so simple. And yet, he too wept silently in quiet joy. At having family. At having a desire to protect what was not yet tarnished.

One experienced all the horrors the world had to offer. The other experienced some of the simple bliss of a modern world that had also proclaimed him useless.

Izuku had but one clear desire. A purpose. To be the best hero. To prove to the world that he would rise. Yet he lacked the will to stand against the world, he lacked the conviction to destroy all who stood in his path.

Madara had already claimed his purpose. A powerful shinobi, all the strength in the world, but nothing to aim it toward. Nothing outside of a drive to succeed. In every world. In every way.

Izuku lost his innocence. Madara reclaimed a better world view while still retaining himself.

All Might had taken the young teen to a nearby hospital. Guilt consuming him. This young man had nearly died and only a strange quirk had saved him from watching another person become another footnote in an obituary.

He hadnt meant to be curious, he was still Toshinori in his current state, but he had pulled his weight slightly to stay in the room and caught sight of the young man's journals.

Izuku Midoriya. Also known as worthless Deku. Picked on for being quirkless yet still desired to be a hero. All Might was used to fanboy worship... but not like this.

Pages. Endless pages of not just him, but every pro hero. Their strengths. Endless questions on the limits and variability of their quirks. The sheer extent of his knowledge and ingenuity of his theories put All Might to shame.

Izuku may not have a quirk, but he might as well have been.

'This level of Quirk Analysis is off the charts. Should any of the villains or worse Him, get the hands on this boy, would spell doom. On everyone.'

An uneasy feeling hit him. This was the work of years, almost a decade. Without a quirk. And now Izuku had a quirk. That somehow stopped a dangerous villain that had the ability to be almost entirely liquid and possess bodies like they wore clothes.

Was this to be the rise of Izuku the Villain? He who could see and destroy heros on the same level as Him?

For a brief moment, Toshinori considered killing Izuku. And the fact that the number one hero considered doing that made him pause in self-disgust.

Izuku didn't need to be killed. He needed to be guided. He needed to rise, not to strike back against the world and burn it to ashes, but to show the world that all people, quirkless or not, deserve equality.

'Is he to be my successor?'

He looked at the young man. He looked so frail. Too frail. One For All would kill him. As he is now. If he trained the young man. If he had the conviction. He might be more than worthy of its power.

The young man stirred, and his eyes widened at the sight.

Izuku's records stated green eyes at his birth and childhood.

Blood red eyes with three tomoe stared back at him.

"Hello, young Izuku."

Those glowing ominous eyes blinked. And then stared at him some more.

"Who are you?"

Toshinori sighed. It was going to be a long day.