It had been no more than a week since Arthur had awakened his quirk and his usage of it had been disappointingly limited. It was to be expected of course. It wasn't easy to procure tiny flakes of metals and alloys that match the purity standards his quirk enforces.
The samples the hospital had given him would soon run out and Arthur would once again be left powerless. An unacceptable situation.
The solution to the problem, Arthur mused, was where the solution to every problem in life lay.
The book.
He had been dropped off at the orphanage with the book and they had been inseparable since.
It was a picture book regaling its reader with stories of knights. Tales of dragons slain, princesses rescued, bandits captured, treasures found, and kingdoms saved.
Dragons have treasure, the book informed him. Pictures depicted a cave of gold and wealth.
Arthur nodded to himself.
"To maintain my power, I must prove my worth and slay a dragon."
He nodded once again.
And so he went, off to slay a dragon.
The caretakers of the orphanage did not typically just let four year olds walk out of the building. Of course, Arthur neither cared nor was aware of that.
He, with all the confidence of a hero off to save the world, strutted outside the building. Anyone who saw him walk would have assumed someone had sent him out for a chore.
Curious how a bit of confidence could completely warp the way someone views your actions.
Walking down the street, Arthur Boyle searched for a dragon.
Hours passed as the boy patrolled the streets.
His stomach rumbled.
"I'm hungry." The boy said aloud.
He didn't mind. One of the knights had experienced something similar. This was but one of the many trials a knight must overcome.
The sun came down to rest but the dragonslayer-to-be did not.
By now, shop owners had taken note of the toddler patrolling the streets. The boy didn't appear to be lost or concerned.
His parents must be nearby then, most of them assumed.
It was then, minutes after the sun had fully set, that Arthur Boyle found his dragon.
It was an intimidating thing, sporting a yellow head with weirdly shaped fangs. Its eye sockets were completely hollow. Its body reminiscent of that of a normal man, save for its hands. They were marked by metallic claws, perfect for a mythical beast of its stature.
Slowly, Arthur began to make his approach.