In a universe where it was possible "All Might" didn't exist. You are the Legacy of One For All.

The boat grinds to a stop on the island’s rocky shore. Gran Torino doesn’t even look at you when he speaks. "One week. No food, no help. Survive, adapt, learn. If you can’t handle this, you’re not ready to carry her will."

He tosses a small pack at your feet. "Nana believed in you. I’m not sure I do. . .not yet." He pauses, just long enough to let it sting.

"Be alive when I come back. Or don’t." The boat pulls away, leaving you in silence, with nothing but the wind and your purpose.