I'm Izuku Midoriya.
…It's been a while since I last told my story.
I reincarnated into this world when I was four.
But this world… took a huge turn away from everything I thought I knew.
First of all—can you believe it?
All For One is actually my dad.
Crazy, right?
I recently learned that he knew the truth the very moment I regained my memories.
Unlike typical transmigration stories where you overwrite the original soul, I was actually reincarnated as a newborn. Somehow, my past-life memories awakened when I was four—and it seems Dad knew all along that I was a reincarnated soul.
Still… to him, I'm just his son.
After Shoda-san deemed me innocent, I was finally getting released today.
Before that, though, he warned me about a girl.
I really hope it's not Kurohane.
A guard approached me, and I was escorted out—quirk dampeners already locked around my wrists.
That's when I saw them.
All Might.
Eraser Head.
Gran Torino.
Endeavor.
Hawks.
And several other heroes I recognized—from my time as a hero.
"Thank you for trusting me, guys," I said, genuinely.
"We have bigger issues on the line, kid. Join us now," Endeavor said firmly.
"Wait—I need to meet my mom. She might be worried."
"We've already informed Inko-san. Don't worry," All Might said gently.
That left me with no excuses.
I was dragged straight into the meeting room.
Shoda-san was already there, along with the assembled heroes.
"Ah, hello there, womanizer," Shoda said casually.
"Shoda-san… could you please not call me that?" I replied awkwardly.
"Sorry. Bad habit," Shoda said, adjusting his imaginary glasses.
"I call people what they truly are."
"Ahem."
The single sound was enough.
Shoda-san and I stopped mid-banter and straightened instinctively. The shift in the room was immediate—chairs scraped softly as every hero took their seat.
The atmosphere hardened.
Shoda adjusted his imaginary glasses once more and cleared his throat.
"Sorry," he said calmly.
"According to information obtained from All For One…"
The lights dimmed.
"This meeting has nothing to do with Midoriya Izuku anymore. He has already been deemed innocent based on all the evidence I gathered. Please read the report if needed."
A brief pause.
"Now, coming to the main point… this meeting has everything to do with what's coming."
A holographic display activated—but instead of faces or figures, it showed blank data fields. Redacted files. Missing visuals. Entire sections marked UNAVAILABLE.
"These entities," Shoda continued, "do not have confirmed appearances. No stable imagery. No consistent biometric data."
He tapped his cane once.
"That is why I designated them as the Ten Calamities."
Murmurs rippled through the room.
"They have only appeared in several underdeveloped countries—or rather, cities," Shoda said. "But wherever they appear, the result is identical."
"Total collapse. Governments fall. Hero systems fail. Nations don't recover."
Gran Torino frowned.
"You're saying they can conquer a country?"
"Right. They can," Shoda replied.
"They don't rule. They erase existing systems and recreate new ones. They are weapons of pure destruction."
The screen shifted again—still no figures.
"All For One confirms there are ten of them. Each operates independently. Each one is capable of ending a country without assistance."
My chest tightened.
"They were created by a single individual," Shoda continued.
"The son of Dr. Kyudai Garaki."
The room went still.
"His name is Reiji Garaki."
Several heroes glanced at the screen—but Shoda didn't.
"Reiji Garaki does not seek domination," Shoda said.
"His objective is far worse."
The display changed.
For the first time, an image appeared.
A child.
White hair. Pale skin. Small frame.
Too young.
"This," Shoda said steadily, "is the only confirmed visual evidence we possess. He is the one who attacked the International Sports Expo."
"A kid?" someone muttered.
The room froze.
"This child," Shoda continued, "managed to kill several pro heroes before being captured. He was wild—like a beast. Before we could extract any meaningful information, he exploded."
"…Exploded?"
All Might inhaled sharply.
"It… exploded?"
"Yes," Shoda confirmed.
"This child was an advanced Nomu—far beyond High-Ends. Based on the remains, we believe he functioned as a command core for entire Nomu armies."
"Armies…" Endeavor said slowly.
"At minimum, that's what All For One claims," Shoda confirmed.
"And their goal?" Hawks asked quietly.
Shoda didn't hesitate.
"To overthrow the current system," he said.
"Heroes. Governments. Symbols. And become the sole ruler."
"And then," he added, "to recreate the world from scratch."
"All For One was supposed to be their leader—their sole king," Shoda continued.
"But he was caught… and is now attempting to reform."
"And we all know why."
A chill crawled up my spine.
Everyone looked at me.
"This information comes directly from All For One," Shoda said.
"For once, he has no reason to lie."
Someone scoffed under their breath.
Shoda's gaze sharpened.
"For the first time in history," he said, "All For One is no longer the apex predator."
Silence followed.
Then Shoda finally turned toward me.
"And Midoriya Izuku," he said evenly, "exists outside Reiji Garaki's design. He is the reason All For One was pushed into the shadows… becoming what he is today."
I clenched my fists.
Because this wasn't about heroes versus villains anymore.
This was about who gets to decide what the world becomes.
"We need all the help we can get," Shoda said.
"Japan may be their first target. We can't let them make the first move."
He paused.
"So I propose this—"