•Prologue•
Struggling to cut through the fog clouding his senses, Satoru Gojo searched for the figure beside him—a comforting but indistinct presence.
The world around him blurred into a smear of light and shadow, like watercolors bleeding on a damp canvas. He felt disjointed, almost as though he was caught between two worlds, one foot in the grave, the other stubbornly planted in reality. Sukuna's blade had carved through him, an undeniable defeat. Death seemed inevitable, yet here he was, lingering. Was it Shoko's healing keeping him tethered, or sheer force of will? He couldn't tell.
His body refused to cooperate; his limbs were a distant memory. The great Satoru Gojo—master of unimaginable power—was now powerless. His pride, once his armor, felt like a cruel joke. Sure, Sukuna had Mahoraga, but still… Gojo should've won. Shouldn't he?
A dry, bitter laugh echoed in his mind, though it barely reached his lips. Pride had always been his downfall, hadn't it? Still, his faith lay elsewhere now. Yuta, Yuji, Hakari, Megumi and even his nephew—they'd take care of it. They had to. If he couldn't beat Sukuna, they would. That thought kept him grounded, even as his vision dimmed.
But man, it would've been nice to see how it all played out, he thought, a pang of regret hitting harder than the pain ever had. He wanted to see them win. He wanted to see Megumi's face, free of Sukuna's shadow. Just once more.
A single tear slid down his face. What a joke, he thought. Gojo Satoru, crying like a child.
"There, there." A soft, almost angelic voice broke through the haze. Feminine, gentle, and annoyingly sweet. "Don't cry, baby. Mama's here."
Gojo would've rolled his eyes if he had the strength. Mocking me on my deathbed? Real classy, lady.
"I kmow my charm is irresistible," he thought bitterly. "But kindly leave me alone,"
"Shh, mama's here," she added.
Another voice, younger and far more practical, interrupted. "Ma'am, you should rest. You've been up for hours."
"Give him this moment," she replied, brushing off the younger voice with an air of authority.
Gojo sighed inwardly, frustration giving way to resignation. The steady beep of machinery hummed in the background, and for a moment, he let himself believe it wasn't so bad. His comrades would handle things, and he'd finally get some rest.
The darkness grew closer, warmer than he expected. So this is how it ends? he mused. The mightiest sorcerer, reduced to this.
"Throughout the heavens and earth," he thought, a wry grin forming in his mind, "I alone… am not the honored one."
And with that, he drifted away.
In a world where the extraordinary had become the ordinary, where the once fantastical was now the everyday, a woman with hair like the verdant depths of an ancient forest tenderly pressed her lips to the soft, unblemished forehead of her newborn. The age of quirks had ushered in an era of acceptance for the diverse and the peculiar, yet amidst this tapestry of the unique, her child stood out as a beacon of singularity.
He was a vision of serenity, his aura a tranquil melody that soothed the soul. His breaths, a symphony of life's rhythm, whispered promises of a harmonious future.
The boy bore her visage, her emerald tresses, and even the constellation of freckles that danced across his cheeks like delicate brushstrokes. He was the epitome of endearment, a stark contrast to Hiashi, his father. Her heart swelled with love as she gazed upon him, but as his eyes fluttered open, a gasp of wonder escaped her.
His eyes were not mirrors of her own; they were windows to a vibrant soul. Not green, but the lustrous jade of dawn's first light, gleaming with untold potential.
She had thought to name him Izuku, yet as she looked upon him, the name felt like a garment ill-fitted for a king. Unbidden, a different name flowed from her lips, "Satoru," a name that echoed with the promise of enlightenment.
"Welcome to the realm of heroes, Satoru Midoriya," she whispered, her fingers gently tracing the contours of his face. "You are destined for greatness beyond measure."
The infant met her gaze, and in the simplicity of his yawn, there lay a charm that transcended words.
Unbeknownst to Inko Midoriya, this moment was a fulcrum upon which history would pivot.
This is the tale of Satoru Midoriya,
An Honored One.
•Chapter One•
"I'm here!"
"Oh, it's All Might!"
"We're saved!"
Satoru Midoriya grinned as he played with his Hero Action Figures, lost in his own little world of heroics. His mother's call broke his concentration.
"Satoru, dinner time!"
"Coming in a minute!" he replied, reluctantly tearing himself away from his toys.
With his messy dark green hair and bright skin dotted with freckles, Satoru seemed like any other kid, but there was more to him than met the eye. While some mistook him for a blind boy due to the blindfold he always wore, Satoru's vision was actually far superior to that of a normal person. His eyes, always shining with intensity, provided his brain with an overload of data, often resulting in headaches. His remarkable abilities were attributed not to a quirk, but to genetic mutations, according to doctors.
Entering the living room, Satoru still clutched one of his action figures, dressed in a dim-green t-shirt and three-quarter pants. His mother, busy with the dishes, instructed him to sit down, and he compiled without much enthusiasm.
As they sat down to eat, his mother brought up the topic of his first day of school, prompting Satoru to boast about his confidence.
"First day of school," his mother said, smiling warmly. "Nervous?"
"Nah, I'm the best," Satoru replied, puffing out his chest.
Inko, his mother, couldn't help but sigh at her son's growing sense of superiority, a result of his newfound attraction and repulsion quirk.
"Make some friends, okay?" she said, concern evident in her voice. "With an attitude like yours, you're going to end up all alone."
He shrugged, not fully grasping her worry.
"Was that Dad who called last night?" Satoru asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah," his mother replied, setting the table. "So when is he coming back?"
"Next summer, I think."
"Did you tell him to bring me—"
"Yep, he will bring sweets."
"Sweet!"
After finishing their meal, Inko bundled up in her coat and grabbed Satoru's bag as they headed out to the preschool.
Together, they hailed a cab and made their way to the preschool, a renowned institution in Mustafa where even Bakugo, a familiar face, attended.
As they rode, Satoru's excitement bubbled over. "I can't wait to see all the hero stuff they have at school!" he exclaimed, his eyes shining with anticipation.
Inko smiled, hoping that school would provide him with opportunities to make friends and learn to be more humble. "Just remember to be yourself, Satoru," she said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "And try not to cause too much trouble."
Satoru Midoriya was excited as he walked into the preschool classroom. It was his first day of school, and he was confident that he would make a good impression on everyone. He knew he had a great quirk: attract and repulse. He could manipulate the forces of attraction and repulsion between objects and himself. He could make things fly towards him or away from him with a flick of his finger. He could also use his quirk on himself, to jump high or glide in the air.
Satoru entered the classroom and looked around. He saw a bunch of kids playing with toys, drawing, or reading books. Some of them had visible quirks, like horns, tails, or wings. Others had quirks that were not obvious, like invisibility, telepathy, or fire. Satoru wondered what kind of quirks they had, and if they would be amazed by his quirk.
He spotted a seat next to a boy with spiky blond hair and red eyes. He was playing with a toy car. Satoru decided to sit next to him. He walked over to the seat and said hello.
"Hi, I'm Satoru. What's your name?" he asked.
The boy looked up from his toy and scowled. "I'm Bakugo. And I don't care who you are," he said.
Satoru felt a surge of annoyance. He didn't like his attitude. Maybe he could teach him a lesson.
"What are you playing with?" he asked.
"It's a toy car. And it's none of your business. Go away," Bakugo said.
Satoru smirked. He had an idea. He used his quirk to make the toy car fly away from Bakugo and towards himself. He caught it in his hand and said, "Now it's mine."
Bakugo was shocked and angry. He shouted, "Hey, give that back! That's my toy! How did you do that?"
Satoru laughed. He said, "I did it with my quirk. It's called attract and repulse. I can make things come to me or go away from me. It's awesome, right?"
Bakugo was not impressed. He said, "That's a lame quirk. Mine is better. It's called 'Explosion'. I can make things explode with my palms. Watch this." Bakugo activated his quirk and made a small explosion in his hand. He threw it at Satoru, hoping to hit him and his toy car.
Satoru was not scared. He said, "That's nothing. I can dodge that easily."
Satoru used his quirk to repel himself from the explosion and the seat. He flew up in the air and said, "See? I can fly too."
Bakugo was furious. He said, "You think you're so cool, huh? Well, you're not. You're just a show-off. I'll make you pay for stealing my toy."
Bakugo jumped up from his seat and chased after Satoru. He tried to grab him and his toy car, but Satoru kept repelling him and attracting other objects to block him. He said, "You can't catch me. I'm too fast and smart for you."
The other kids in the classroom watched the scene with curiosity and awe. They had never seen such a quirk battle before. They wondered who would win, and what would happen next.
The teacher, who was in the other room, heard the commotion and came to see what was going on. She was shocked and angry to see Satoru and Bakugo fighting in the air, throwing objects and explosions at each other. She yelled, "Stop it right now! Both of you! What are you doing? This is not a playground. This is a classroom. You're supposed to be learning, not fighting."
Satoru and Bakugo ignored her. They were too busy trying to beat each other. They didn't care about the teacher, the rules, or the consequences. They only cared about their quirks, their pride, and their fun.
The teacher decided to intervene. She used her quirk, which was called calm. She could emit a soothing aura that would calm down anyone who felt it. She hoped to stop the fight between Satoru and Bakugo, and make them listen to reason.
She activated her quirk and spread her calm aura over the classroom. She said, "Please, calm down. Fighting is not the answer. You need to talk to each other and resolve your differences peacefully."
The other kids in the classroom felt the effect of her quirk. They stopped playing, drawing, or reading, and looked at the teacher with calm and curious eyes. They wondered what she was going to do next.
Satoru and Bakugo also felt the effect of her quirk. They felt their anger and excitement fade away, and their adrenaline drop. They slowed down their movements and lowered their voices. They looked at the teacher with calm and confused eyes. They wondered why they were fighting in the first place.
The teacher saw that her quirk was working. She said, "Thank you for calming down. Now, please, come down from the air and sit in your seats. We need to talk about what happened."
Satoru and Bakugo obeyed. They used their quirks to land safely on the ground. They returned the toy car and the other objects to their original places. They walked back to their seats and sat down. They looked at the teacher with calm and guilty eyes. They wondered what she was going to say.
The teacher said, "Now, can you tell me why you were fighting? What started this whole mess?"
Satoru and Bakugo looked at each other. They didn't have a good answer. They realized that they were fighting over nothing. They felt ashamed of themselves.
Satoru said, "I'm sorry, teacher. It was my fault. I took his toy car with my quirk. I wanted to show off. I didn't mean to make him angry."
Bakugo said, "I'm sorry, teacher. It was my fault. I threw an explosion at him with my quirk. I wanted to get back at him. I didn't mean to hurt him."
The teacher said, "I appreciate your honesty and apology. But you both made a big mistake. You used your quirks irresponsibly and recklessly. You endangered yourselves and others. You disrupted the class and the learning environment. You broke the rules and the trust. Do you understand how serious this is?"
Satoru and Bakugo nodded. They understood. They felt sorry for what they did.
The teacher said, "Your quirks are gifts, not weapons. You should use them for good, not evil. You should respect them, not abuse them. You should control them, not let them control you. Do you understand?"
Satoru and Bakugo nodded. They understood. They felt grateful for what they had.
The teacher said, "Your quirks are also part of who you are, not all of who you are. You should be proud of them, not arrogant. You should be humble of them, not boastful. You should be curious of them, not ignorant. Do you understand?"
Satoru and Bakugo nodded. They understood. They felt curious about what they could do.
The teacher said, "Your quirks are also not the only thing that matters, not the only thing that defines you. You should also care about your personality, your character, your values, your goals, your dreams, your friends, your family, your society, your world. Do you understand?"
Satoru and Bakugo nodded. They understood. They felt inspired by what they could be.
The teacher said, "I'm glad you understand. I hope you learned your lesson. I hope you will never fight again. I hope you will become friends. I hope you will become heroes. Do you promise?"
Satoru and Bakugo looked at each other. They saw a new respect and understanding in each other's eyes. They smiled and nodded. They promised.
The teacher smiled and nodded. She was proud of them. She said, "Good. Now, let's move on. It's time for some snacks. Who wants some cookies?"
The other kids in the classroom cheered and clapped. They wanted some cookies. They also wanted to talk to Satoru and Bakugo, and learn more about their quirks. They hoped they would become friends too.
Satoru and Bakugo joined the other kids. They shared some cookies and some stories. They laughed and played. They had fun. They forgot about their fight. They remembered their promise. They became friends. It was good news for them But bad news for some other people…
In the cozy confines of Musutafu Preschool, laughter echoed through the halls as mischief brewed in the minds of two young boys, Satoru Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou. Little did the caretakers know that they were in for quite the day when these two troublemakers were around.
Satoru, with his bright eyes and infectious grin, was the picture of innocence. Bakugo, his fiery-haired partner in crime, was always ready to push the boundaries.
The morning began like any other preschool day, with kids playing, painting, and learning. However, Satoru and Bakugo had other plans. As the unsuspecting caretakers turned their backs, the duo seized the opportunity to put their mischievous plans into action.
Their first target: the snack cupboard. With stealth that belied their age, they snuck past the watchful eyes of the caretakers and managed to open the cupboard door. Giggling conspiratorially, they swapped the labels on the snack boxes, switching cookies with crackers and fruit juice with vegetable juice.
Next on their agenda was the classic "switcheroo" game. Satoru and Bakugo swapped their clothes when no one was looking, causing quite the confusion among the caretakers when they returned from their break to find two little boys sporting each other's attire.
But the pièce de résistance of their pranks came during storytime. As the caretaker settled the children down for a tale from a brightly illustrated picture book, Satoru and Bakugo slyly replaced the storybook with a picture-filled comic book from Bakugo's backpack. As the caretaker began reading from the comic book, unaware of the switch, the children erupted into fits of laughter, much to the confusion of the caretaker.
During art class, while the caretaker was helping another child, Satoru and Bakugo decided to add their own creative flair to the paintings. With mischievous grins, they dipped their fingers into various paint colors and, when the caretaker wasn't looking, added splashes of unexpected colors to each other's artwork. The result was a collection of abstract masterpieces that left the caretaker bemused and the children delighted.
During outdoor playtime, Satoru and Bakugo convinced the other children to join them in a game of hide and seek. However, they had a twist in mind. While the caretaker counted to ten, Satoru and Bakugo quietly slipped away to hide in the caretaker's office, leaving the rest of the children searching fruitlessly. When the caretaker finally discovered their hiding spot, they were greeted with uproarious laughter from the mischievous duo.
During a nature walk in the preschool garden, Satoru and Bakugo decided to liven things up by impersonating various animals. With impressive vocal talents, they mimicked the sounds of birds, monkeys, and even lions, much to the amazement of their classmates and the bewilderment of the caretakers. Their antics turned an ordinary stroll into a memorable safari adventure.
These additional pranks added an extra layer of excitement and laughter to Satoru and Bakugo's preschool escapades. Their boundless energy and creativity kept their caretakers on their toes while creating lasting memories for everyone involved
Throughout the day, Satoru and Bakugo's antics continued, bringing joy and laughter to their preschool but also keeping the caretakers on their toes. Despite the chaos they caused, there was an undeniable charm to their friendship and the way they brightened up each other's days with their playful spirits.
As the sun began to set on Musutafu Preschool, Satoru and Bakugou bid farewell to their eventful day of pranks and playdates, already plotting their next adventure. Little did anyone know, this dynamic duo was just getting started on a lifetime of mischief and camaraderie.
Back in Midoriya household…
Inko smiled warmly at her son as they sat down for dinner, a sense of anticipation lingering in the air. "So, Satoru," she began, "how was your first day at preschool?"
Satoru's eyes lit up with excitement as he dove into his tale. "Mom, it was incredible! You won't believe the fun I had!" he exclaimed.
Inko leaned in, eager to hear all about her son's adventures.
"Well, first off, I met this kid named Bakugou. He's like a human firecracker, always full of energy and ready for action. We ended up teaming up for everything!"
Inko chuckled at the mention of Bakugou, knowing her son had found a spirited companion.
"And then," Satoru continued, his voice brimming with excitement, "we pulled off some epic pranks! Like switching the labels on the snack boxes so everyone got a surprise at snack time. Oh, and we swapped clothes when no one was looking! The caretakers were so confused!"
Inko couldn't help but laugh at her son's mischievous antics. "Sounds like you had quite the day, Satoru," she remarked, shaking her head fondly.
"Oh, but it gets better!" Satoru exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "During storytime, Bakugou and I swapped the storybook with a comic book from his backpack. The look on the teacher's face was priceless!"
Inko couldn't contain her amusement at her son's tales of preschool mischief. "You and Bakugou make quite the pair," she said, ruffling his hair affectionately.
Satoru grinned proudly, feeling a sense of accomplishment at regaling his mother with his preschool escapades. "Yeah, we sure do! And tomorrow, we're planning even more pranks!"
As mother and son shared a laugh, Inko couldn't help but marvel at the bond between Satoru and Bakugou. And as she listened to her son's animated storytelling, she knew that his first day of preschool was just the beginning of many more adventures to come.
Satoru gave his mom a goodnight kiss before going into his bedroom.
In the cozy confines of his room, Satoru sat transfixed before the glow of his computer screen, his eyes glued to the latest footage of All Might in action. The iconic hero, with his towering stature and indomitable spirit, never failed to captivate Satoru's imagination.
As the video played, showcasing All Might's heroic feats and daring rescues, Satoru's admiration swelled within him. With each display of strength and courage, he felt a surge of inspiration coursing through his veins.
"Wow," Satoru murmured, his voice tinged with awe. "All Might truly is amazing."
From rescuing civilians trapped in burning buildings to thwarting villainous plots with effortless ease, All Might embodied everything Satoru aspired to be. His unwavering commitment to justice and unwavering resolve served as a beacon of hope in a world plagued by darkness.
As the footage continued to roll, Satoru couldn't tear his eyes away, drinking in every heroic moment with rapt attention. In that electrifying display of bravery, he found a glimmer of hope, a reminder that even in the face of adversity, heroes could rise to the occasion and make a difference.
With a newfound determination burning within him, Satoru made a silent vow to follow in All Might's footsteps, to become a hero worthy of admiration and respect. And as he watched the legendary hero save lives and inspire hope, he knew that his journey had only just begun.
In the dimly lit chamber of their hidden lair, the notorious villain All For One stood before his young protege, Tomura Shigaraki. The air crackled with anticipation as the master prepared to impart his dark wisdom upon his apprentice.
"Tomura," All For One's voice echoed with authority, "it is time to hone your skills, to unleash the true potential that lies within you."
Tomura, his eyes burning with a mixture of determination and apprehension, nodded silently, eager to prove himself to his mentor.
"All For One," he replied, his voice tinged with reverence, "I am ready to learn."
With a sinister smile, All For One gestured towards a series of targets lining the far wall. "Your task is simple, yet crucial. Destroy these targets with precision and efficiency. Show me the extent of your power."
Tomura clenched his fists, channeling his inner turmoil into raw energy. With a primal scream, he unleashed his quirk, causing the very ground to tremble beneath him. As his power surged forth, the targets shattered into pieces, crumbling under the force of his destructive abilities.
All For One observed with a mixture of pride and amusement. "Impressive, Tomura. But raw power alone will not suffice. You must learn to control your abilities with finesse, to strike fear into the hearts of our enemies."
Under the watchful eye of his mentor, Tomura continued to train tirelessly, honing his skills and mastering new techniques. With each passing day, he grew stronger, more formidable, a true disciple of darkness.
And as the shadows deepened around them, All For One knew that the day would soon come when his protege would stand by his side, ready to unleash chaos upon the world.
Chapter Two
The doctors defined Satoru's ability as a quirk to attract or repulse objects. While it may not have been flashy, it possessed enough strength to qualify him as a potential hero.
However, soon their perception of him underwent a remarkable shift when, at the tender age of three, Satoru revealed his own unique quirk: telekinesis. This ability wasn't entirely surprising, considering his mother also possessed telekinetic powers. What set Satoru apart, however, was the unprecedented nature of his manifestation. Unlike others who exhibited common symptoms of quirk emergence, Satoru's abilities were deemed a "unique case" by experts.
Satoru's telekinetic prowess far surpassed his mother's capabilities. He demonstrated the ability to attract and repulse objects of any size or weight, showcasing remarkable control over his abilities from a young age. Within just two months of his quirk emerging, he could levitate himself three feet above the ground. With time, his mastery grew, and within a year, he could soar to heights exceeding a hundred meters.
At the age of four, a mere four months ago, an extraordinary incident occurred. While returning home from shopping with his mother, they were caught in a sudden downpour. Stranded in the middle of the road with no shelter in sight, they faced imminent drenching. Yet, to their astonishment, not a single raindrop touched them. An invisible barrier formed around them, shielding them from the rain—an ability that surpassed mere telekinesis.
His mother, witnessing this miraculous display, understood the extent of Satoru's potential. With a mere gesture, he dispersed the clouds, halting the rain in its tracks. This astonishing feat went unnoticed by others, concealed from prying eyes.
But that was not all.
Her son looked at the people around them. They were running here and there in desperation— they were getting wet.
He raised his right hand towards the heavens.
"Scatter."— It was all he said before IT happened.
Her eyes were almost on the verge of popping out when Inko looked up.
The clouds moved away from one another instantly. Soon the black clouds were turned into white steam and soon they were completely gone.
At precisely 12:30 PM on July 2nd, year-2XXX, a peculiar weather event unfolded, as documented in a report by Paranormal Events, Japan. Rainfall commenced abruptly, lasting for a mere minute before an extraordinary phenomenon ensued. Instead of the usual gradual dispersal, the clouds vanished entirely, withholding their remaining water. It was as if they evaporated into thin air, leaving behind a mystifying spectacle that defied conventional meteorological explanations.
Fortunately, nobody saw him doing IT.
The doctors kept a tight lid on this information, dubbing it 'Infinity.' Why? Because Satoru's potential seemed boundless.
Truly, it was an extraordinary quirk.
Despite his powerful abilities, Satoru remained a cheerful and somewhat immature child, a fact his mother often remarked upon. She believed that being too smart might rob him of his childhood innocence.
However, Satoru grappled with a troubling issue.
Whenever he slept, he found himself in the company of a mysterious man with white hair and piercing blue eyes. This man was always accompanied by a diverse cast of characters: a boy with pink hair, a girl with brown locks, even a panda, and many others. Their interactions, though strange, filled Satoru with a sense of warmth and happiness.
Yet, amidst these comforting dreams lurked a darker reality. Satoru often found himself plagued by nightmares, where he witnessed the gruesome demise of the white-haired man and his companions at the hands of monstrous beings. One particularly terrifying entity, with four arms and four eyes, seemed to lead the charge, accompanied by a grotesque creature with a spinning wheel atop its head.
Despite seeking help from doctors, the nightmares persisted, offering no respite from the harrowing visions. Satoru clung to optimism, hoping that one day, the nightmares would cease, as his mother assured him they would.
They never did.
Satoru Midoriya was a happy and energetic nine-year-old boy. He loved his mom, Inko, more than anything in the world. She was always kind, caring, and supportive of him. She always encouraged him to pursue his dreams.
Satoru's dream was to become a hero, just like his idol, All Might. He admired All Might's strength, courage, and charisma. He wanted to save people with a smile and make the world a better place. He had a collection of All Might merchandise, including posters, figurines, comics, and DVDs. He watched All Might's videos every day and practiced his poses and catchphrases in front of the mirror.
He was nine years old when everything changed for him.
One sunny morning, Inko decided to take Satoru shopping for some new clothes. She noticed that he had outgrown most of his old ones and wanted to reward him for his good grades at school. She also wanted to spend some quality time with her son and make him happy.
"Are you ready, Satoru?" Inko asked, as she put on her coat and scarf.
"Yes, Mom!" Satoru replied, as he grabbed his backpack, and All Might mask. "Let's go!"
They walked to the nearest bus stop and waited for the bus to arrive. Satoru was excited to go shopping with his mom. He wondered what kind of clothes he would find and hoped that they would have some All Might-themed ones.
"Mom, can we go to the hero store too?" Satoru asked, as he looked at his mom with hopeful eyes.
"Sure, honey. We can go there after we buy some clothes. Maybe they have some new All Might stuff that you don't have yet." Inko said, smiling.
"Yay! Thank you, Mom! You're the best!" Satoru said, hugging his mom.
Inko hugged him back and felt a warm feeling in her chest. She loved her son so much and wanted to make him happy.
The bus arrived, and they boarded it. They found two seats near the window and sat down. Satoru looked out the window and saw the city passing by. He saw people walking on the sidewalks, cars driving on the roads, and buildings towering over the sky. He also saw some heroes patrolling the streets, and some villains being arrested by the police. He felt a surge of admiration and excitement. He wanted to be part of that world and make a difference.
"Mom, look! It's Kamui Woods!" Satoru exclaimed, as he pointed at a hero who was using his wooden limbs to capture a thief.
"Wow, he's amazing!" Inko said, as she watched the scene. "He's one of the rising stars of the hero world. He's very popular among the kids."
"I like him too. He's cool and strong. But not as cool and strong as All Might. He's the number one hero, and the symbol of peace. He is my hero." Satoru said, as he put on his All Might mask, and struck a pose.
Inko chuckled and ruffled his hair. "You're so cute, Satoru. You look just like him."
"Really? Thanks, Mom. That's the best compliment ever." Satoru said, beaming.
They continued to chat and laugh, as they enjoyed the bus ride. They arrived at the shopping mall and got off the bus. They entered the mall and headed to the clothing store. They browsed through the racks and picked some clothes that they liked. Inko helped Satoru try on some shirts, pants, and jackets. She made sure that they fit him well, and that they matched his style.
"Mom, how about this one?" Satoru asked, as he showed her a blue hoodie with a yellow star on the chest.
"It's very nice, Satoru. It suits you well. And it's your favorite color, right?" Inko said, as she nodded.
"Yes, it is. It's the same color as All Might's costume. Do you think he would like it?" Satoru asked, as he looked at his mom with eager eyes.
"I'm sure he would, honey. He would be proud of you." Inko said, as she smiled.
"Then I'll take it. It's my new favorite hoodie." Satoru said, as he hugged the hoodie.
They bought the hoodie, along with some other clothes. They paid at the cashier and put the clothes in a bag. They thanked the clerk and left the store. They walked to the hero store, which was on the other side of the mall. They saw a large sign that said, "Hero World", and a display window that showed various hero merchandise. They saw posters, books, games, toys, costumes, and accessories. They also saw a large screen that showed a video of All Might's latest feat.
"Wow, look at that, Mom! It's All Might! He's fighting a giant robot!" Satoru exclaimed, as he ran to the window.
Inko followed him and saw the video. She saw All Might punching the robot with his fist and sending it flying. She saw him smiling and waving to the crowd and saying his catchphrase. "I am here!"
"He's amazing, isn't he?" Inko said, as she watched the
They entered the hero store, and Satoru's eyes widened in awe. He saw all kinds of hero merchandise, from action figures and posters to costumes and gadgets. He felt like a kid in a candy store and wanted to buy everything.
"Wow, Mom, look at all this stuff! It's so cool!" Satoru exclaimed, as he ran around the store.
Inko smiled and followed him. She was happy to see him so excited and wanted to indulge him. She knew that he loved heroes, and that he had a special Quirk that made him different from others.
Satoru's Quirk was very rare and powerful and had a lot of potential. He dreamed of using it to become a hero and help people in need. He also hoped to meet All Might someday and show him his Quirk. He wondered if All Might would be impressed by him, and maybe even train him.
Satoru found an All Might action figure and picked it up. He pressed a button, and the figure said, "You can become a hero!"
Satoru smiled and felt inspired. He put the figure close to his chest, and said, "Yes, I can!"
He looked at his mom, and said, "Mom, can I have this, please?"
Inko nodded, and said, "Of course, honey. You can have anything you want."
She took the figure from him and put it in a basket. She also added some other items that Satoru liked, such as an All Might T-shirt, a hero encyclopedia, and a pair of goggles.
"Thank you, Mom! You're the best!" Satoru said, as he hugged his mom.
Inko hugged him back, and said, "You're welcome, Satoru. You're the best, too."
They continued to shop and bought some more things. They paid at the cashier and left the store. They walked to the exit of the mall and decided to take a taxi home.
They hailed a taxi, and got in. They put their bags in the trunk and sat in the back seat. Satoru looked out the window and saw the city lights. He felt happy and content.
"Mom, I had so much fun today. Thank you for taking me shopping." Satoru said, as he looked at his mom.
Inko smiled, and said, "I had fun, too, Satoru. Thank you for being such a good son."
They exchanged a loving look and held hands. They felt a strong bond between them, and nothing could break it.
The taxi driver started the engine and drove away. He turned on the radio, and a news report came on.
"Breaking news: A massive explosion has occurred at the Tokyo Bay, causing a huge fire and smoke. The cause of the explosion is unknown, but witnesses say that they saw a flying object crash into the water. The authorities are investigating the scene and have requested the assistance of heroes. All Might, the number one hero, has arrived at the scene, and is trying to contain the fire and rescue the victims. We will keep you updated on this developing story."
Satoru and Inko gasped and turned their attention to the radio. They felt a surge of shock and worry. They wondered what had happened, and who was responsible.
Just when he was about to say what it was, he felt the world suddenly get cold and the taxi being thrown away into a nearby mall and the last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a suited man standing on the fallen body of… All Might.
In the heart of the bustling city, amidst the vibrant atmosphere of a crowded mall, an ominous presence stirred. All For One, the sinister mastermind behind countless acts of villainy, had chosen this unlikely battleground for his long-awaited confrontation with his greatest nemesis – All Might, the Symbol of Peace.
As unsuspecting shoppers bustled about their business, a sudden chill filled the air, sending shivers down their spines. Sensing the impending clash, they fled in panic, leaving the once lively mall eerily deserted save for the two titans poised for battle.
All Might, his towering figure a beacon of strength and righteousness, stood resolute at one end of the mall, his piercing gaze locked on his adversary. Across from him, All For One, shrouded in darkness and malice, grinned with sinister anticipation.
"Ah, All Might," All For One's voice echoed through the empty corridors with chilling clarity. "How delightful to see you again. Shall we resume our dance of destruction?"
All Might's response was a steely glare, his muscles tensed in preparation for the inevitable clash. With a thunderous roar, he launched himself forward, closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye. His fist, wreathed in crackling energy, surged towards All For One with unstoppable force.
But the villain, ever cunning, met the attack head-on, his own formidable power erupting to meet All Might's blow. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the mall, shattering windows and sending debris flying in all directions.
As the dust settled, the two adversaries stood locked in a fierce stalemate, their powers clashing with titanic force. Each blow they exchanged threatened to tear the very fabric of reality asunder, the sheer magnitude of their strength shaking the foundations of the mall to its core.
With a savage grin, All For One unleashed a barrage of devastating attacks, each strike aimed to overwhelm his opponent. Yet All Might, undeterred, stood firm against the onslaught, his unwavering resolve serving as a beacon of hope amidst the chaos.
The battle raged on, a symphony of destruction echoing through the empty corridors of the mall. With every passing moment, the stakes grew higher, the fate of the city hanging in the balance as these two unstoppable forces clashed with unbridled fury.
But as the confrontation reached its zenith, a sudden realization dawned upon All Might – All For One was not fighting to win, but to cause chaos, to kill. With a sinking feeling in his heart, he turned to see the true extent of his adversary's scheme unfolding before his eyes.
As the epic battle between All Might and All For One continued to rage within the confines of the mall, a sense of dread settled over the hero's heart. For amidst the chaos and destruction, he realized the true purpose behind his adversary's machinations – to sow discord and chaos while executing a sinister plan unbeknownst to him.
With a surge of determination, All Might pushed himself to his limits, redoubling his efforts to thwart All For One's nefarious scheme. His muscles bulged with newfound strength as he launched himself into a flurry of attacks, each blow aimed at subduing his formidable foe.
But All For One, ever the puppet master, danced effortlessly out of harm's way, his malevolent grin widening with each passing moment. With a wave of his hand, he summoned forth a horde of villainous minions, their twisted forms emerging from the shadows to join the fray.
All Might fought valiantly against the tide of darkness, his fists a blur of motion as he laid waste to his adversaries with righteous fury. Yet for every villain he defeated, two more seemed to take their place, their numbers overwhelming even his legendary prowess.
With each passing moment, the mall became a battleground of chaos and destruction, the very essence of heroism tested to its limits. All Might's heart ached as he witnessed the innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire, their lives hanging in the balance as the battle raged on.
But even amidst the chaos, All Might remained resolute, his unwavering resolve serving as a beacon of hope amidst the darkness. With a mighty roar, he rallied his fellow heroes to his side, their combined strength bolstering his own as they fought to protect the innocent and uphold the ideals of justice.
Yet even as they pushed back against the tide of villainy, All For One's insidious plan continued to unfold. With a wicked grin, he revealed his ultimate trump card – a devastating weapon of mass destruction hidden within the heart of the mall, poised to unleash untold devastation upon the city.
With time running out, All Might knew that he had to act swiftly to prevent catastrophe. With a mighty leap, he charged towards the heart of the mall, his fists blazing with righteous fury as he prepared to face his greatest challenge yet.
Just like Nana taught him, 'Clench your butt and shout…'
"UNITED STATES OF… SMASH…!"
All For One was crushed into the tiles of the mall and he felt his whole head turn into paste. He needed to act. Fast!
With the help of a brain quirk, he scanned his surroundings, no good, no hostage…
He saw a yellow taxi. The driver was dead. But the passengers were very much alive. He could use them to escape.
With a mighty yell, he pushed All Might from over him and jumped straight at the taxi. Without looking back at All Might, he torned off the door and pulled out an unconscious woman with green hair. She had a very weak telekinesis quirk. Her son was unconscious. He felt no quirk from the boy, useless.
He looked at All Might, who had a horrified look on his face.
"Release her this instant!" All Might yelled as he stood up but didn't approach.
"Tell those heros to stand down." All For One said.
All Might gritted his teeth; his smile was nowhere to be seen and the heros behind him and above them were waiting for All Might's signal to attack. But that would be too reckless. He needed to act. Fast!
"What happened?" All For One taunted All Might. "Do you wish for her to die, just like your master?"
All Might's face told him everything, a face that spoke of anger. Good.
All For One raised her by holding her neck, he could feel her cervical vertebral discs cracking.
"Drop her!" All Might yelled.
"Just do what I said," All For One said calmly. "Or else," he kept the sentence unfinished.
The other heros were not making any move. It was All For One's turn to make the move.
Just when he was about to throw the woman in a random direction, he felt a chilling feeling behind him.
"Hoo," a childish voice, they said. "What do we have here? A new type of cursed spirit? Cursed energy user? Nah, you're just a punk who doesn't know his place."
All For One looked turned his head and at the boy, he was grinning like a maniac. The boy wasn't supposed to have a quirk, then how did he release such killing intent?
"Move away, young man!" All Might screamed, still breathing heavily, exhausted from his last attack. "He is a villain."
"A villain?" The boy's grin got wider. "Maybe I should show him a real hero!" The boy raised one of his hands and spoke in a clear, yet confident voice. "Cursed Technique…"
"At precisely 05:31 PM on October 3rd, year-2XXX, All Might confronted a supervillain whose details are not disclosed. Nearly three hundred people were injured, and seventy-three civilians died. Four heros are severely injured and two are crippled for life. As documented in a report by the Hero Association, Japan. All Might is critically injured and is currently being treated by Recovery Girl in UA.
The unnamed villain was nowhere to be found and the Association denied disclosing his whereabouts.
However, an unconventional scene did indeed get viral on the social media platform. A video, in which a boy no older than ten was said to be using a very powerful quirk on the supervillain.
Currently, the whereabouts of the boy and the woman is unknown.''