My Trainer Academia

Chapter 1 | Origin

A young boy with dark green hair stood in front of another child. He was crying, and so 2as the boy behind him, holding himself for comfort.

"Why are you being so mean?" The green-haired boy cried. "You're making him cry, Kacchan!"
He balled up his little fists, looking nervous. "If you keep on hurting him, I'll... I'll stop you myself!"

Kacchan, a boy with spikey blond hair, chuckled. Two boys behind him each threw out a strange orb, and from them broke out strange creatures. The chubby little kid behind Kacchan summoned a Zubat—A blue bat-like creature with a wide mouth and no eyes. The skinnier kid sent out a Tangela—A ball of blue hair-like strings with eyes hidden under layers of it.
"Huh! You wanna pretend to be a hero?" Kacchan threw down his own ball with force, and it broke open with a CRACK. Then, a Growlithe stood before them. It was like a tiger-striped dog with a fluffy mane and tail, and it yipped at the poor kids before it. "You don't stand a chance without a Pokémon, Deku!"

Deku, the green-haired boy, gasped, as the creatures called Pokémon all lunged at him in unison.

At only four years old, Izuku learned the sad truth; some kids just hold more power than others.
But he didn't let that hold him back. In fact, it pushed him to be better.

He jogged down the sidewalk towards a loud thudding noise, excitement written on his face.
He gasped as he saw what he was looking for; A gigantic Kangaskhan on the top of a bridge was stomping around with its trainer on its back. The Kangaskhan, an armored kangaroo-like creature, looked nervous and it roared it agitation. The little joey in it's pouch cried out as well.

See, in this world, Pokémon have replaced every living mammal, reptile... You name it. Well, except humans. Some Pokémon have even evolved to mimic plants or inanimate objects.
Each Pokémon possesses unique powers, whether they are wild or trained. With almost eighty percent of the entire world possessing their own partner Pokémon, the streets looked like scenes from a video game.

However, because of these powers that can so easily be manipulated, cities have become overrun with chaos. So a new profession has come into light.
These heroes, who protect the city, are called Elite trainers.

Izuku stopped behind a crowd of people gathered to watch just as the villain's Pokémon smacked a support beam with its tail, knocking it off of the bridge with a screech.
The crowed screamed, all jumping back as the beam fell over them.

Just before it hit them, though, they were saved by a Gurdurr. It was big and veiny, and it grunted as the weight fell into its hands.
"An Elite trainer!" Someone in the crowd gasped. Izuku looked to his left, and sure enough, a trainer he recognized by the name of Death Arms was commanding the Gurdurr. They were a well-known pair in the area. "I wish I had a Pokémon that strong!" Someone exclaimed.

Then a thin stream of fast water shot out in front of the crowd, creating a barrier between them and the villain. A Milotic let out it's song-like cry as it controlled the barrier. Beside it stood it's trainer—Another Elite trainer by the name of Backdraft, who also happened to be a firefighter. "Everyone, please stay back!" Backdraft shouted. "This area is far too dangerous!"
"Woah, the rescue specialist Backdraft is here? He'll make sure we're okay!" A man in the crowd said with awe.

As Izuku tried to see around all of the people in front of him, two guys commented on the anxious-looking villain.
"This guy must be pretty desperate to have out a huge Kangaskhan in the middle of the city." One of them said. "Do you know what happened?" The other man looked unimpressed. "Just some amateur. Stole someone's bag and then got himself cornered." Then the other guy looked disappointed too. "A Pokémon like that, and he's just a petty thief."