The world was an ancient place, grand beyond words — a living museum of beasts and primal energies. But none of that majesty stopped Tika Datta Guragain, aged six, from faceplanting straight into a mud puddle.
"Goddammit," he thought, spitting out dirt. "Six years old and already eating shit. Great start, champ."
The towering trees of Little Garden loomed like sentinels above him, branches twisting high enough to pierce clouds. Dinosaurs stomped through the distant underbrush, their roars vibrating the air. It was a world of titans, and Tika was a very, *very* small bug crawling across its face.
But he had an advantage no other bug had — a **Summoning System**.
Today, after weeks of struggle, he finally summoned **Izuku Midoriya** into existence.
A flash of emerald light split the sky. Midoriya appeared, blinking, hair messier than a hurricane-hit bird nest.
"I— I'm here!" Midoriya yelped, punching the air before tripping over a rock.
Tika stared. "Are you fucking kidding me. I summoned the protagonist of a training arc anime, and he's already eating shit."
They bonded instantly.
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**Two weeks later**, training began.
Tika found a way to "gift" Midoriya a **Devil Fruit**: the **Energy-Energy Fruit (Ene Ene no Mi)**. It manifested the ability to store, generate, and channel *raw energy*, similar to One For All but with a more fluid, *elemental* twist.
Meanwhile, **Senku Ishigami** joined too. Tika handed him the **Forge-Forge Fruit (Kaji Kaji no Mi)** — granting him control over metallurgy, the ability to shape and manipulate metals at will.
Senku nearly cried tears of scientific joy.
"With this... With this I can build the goddamn *USS Enterprise* if I want to!"
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Their days were chaos.
Izuku ran around, shooting bolts of energy and punching trees into splinters.
Senku melted ores and forged spears, tools, even built a goddamn pulley system around the cave.
Tika?
Tika mostly tried not to die.
*Holy shit holy shit holy shiiiit, that T-Rex is looking at me like I'm a goddamn appetizer, MOVE, YOU IDIOT, MOVE—!*
Dinosaurs, weather, wild terrain — Little Garden wasn't a playground. It was a survival game cranked to Dark Souls difficulty.
But with bloodied hands and stubborn grit, they survived.
Six-year-old Tika looked up at the stars one night, body bruised, heart stubbornly beating.
"I'm gonna fucking conquer this world," he mumbled.
T
he universe, grand and uncaring, simply watched.
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