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She was six when she realized just what her mothers plan was. She was six as she stared out of the crack of her door, watching as her mother spoke to the Yakuza man. Her eyes closed. Izara had been an idiot... How could she believe her mother could be any different? After all... she could only trust her best friend, her brother in all but blood. Yet she feared that she would no longer be able to stand by his side. Izara let out a shaky breath. She feared she would no longer be able to stay by his side, and may no longer be able to help him calm his anger. She was seven, glaring at the teenager, how could her mother do this to her? That boy was roughly ten years older than her! She turned her hands closed into fists. It was all because she was quirkless! It was stupid! Her head turned, in her gut she knew that if she was ever to be a hero, she needed to leave. And quickly at that. The only thing she regretted was leaving her best friend behind. But Izara would not be married off like a trophy wife. So she packed, she took the money gifted to her from her father, now dead, he had sent all his money to her, in a hidden happy birthday card. He knew her mothers plan. It wasn't a small amount of money either. She was eight, when she claimed an abandoned warehouse as her home. Eight, when she learned to hack into damn near anything she wanted to. Eight when she began to teach herself to fight, teaching herself multiple different battle styles. She was nine, when she became a vigilante, nine when the vigilante Amishta was born. When she became what people always said she could never be. She was a hero in her own right. She did not need to worry about the law. After all, a vigilante used their quirk to do hero work. She had no quirk, therefore she broke no laws. Quite the useful little loophole for a little quirkless girl. Oh she couldn't wait to see Eraser's face when he found out about this. It was going to be awesome. She just knew it would.
Chapter One - A Legend Begins
