Akira sat quietly on a sofa inside Might Tower, positioned across from All Might and Sir Nighteye as the two adults discussed something important—his future.
More specifically, they were discussing the issue of how to handle the official registration of Akira's quirk.
Since Akira had already expressed his desire to become a hero—and not an underground one—they could not simply hide the nature of his ability.
If he were to go through the standard hero course, his quirk would have to be registered properly. And that meant one unavoidable problem.
They would have to tell the truth.
All Might crossed his arms, his expression serious. "If we reveal it, there's no going back," he said. "People will know."
Sir Nighteye adjusted his glasses slightly. "And not just people," he replied calmly. "The government… and the HPSC."
Both of them understood what that meant. The Hero Public Safety Commission was not entirely clean. While they maintained order and supported heroes, they also operated in morally dark grey areas.
There was always the possibility that they might see Akira not as a child… but as a weapon. Or worse, a threat.
All Might's jaw tightened. "I won't let that happen." Sir Nighteye didn't respond immediately, but his silence spoke volumes. He didn't disagree—he simply understood the reality of the situation better than most.
After a moment, All Might spoke again. "Then we make it public," he said. "We announce that Akira is my son."
Sir Nighteye's eyes narrowed slightly. "That would draw even more attention to him," he pointed out. "It would place a much larger target on his back."
All Might didn't back down. "Maybe," he admitted. "But it will also protect him. People won't look at him the same way if they know he's connected to me. They won't immediately label him as dangerous… or a villain."
Sir Nighteye remained silent for a moment before sighing quietly. There was a bit of logic in those words.
If Akira were known as All Might's son, public perception would shift. People would be far less likely to fear him or reject him outright.
"…We will consider it," Sir Nighteye said finally.
Meanwhile, Akira sat there, completely ignoring their conversation. Instead, he was focused on something else.
A stack of school brochures lay in his hands as his eyes carefully scanned through them one by one. He flipped past most of them without much thought, ignoring schools from distant areas and focusing only on those located in Musutafu.
'If I remember correctly…' He continued flipping through the pages calmly. 'Midoriya should be around this area.'
Izuku Midoriya. The main character of this world.
Akira's expression remained neutral, but his thoughts were clear. Because of his existence, there was a real possibility that events might change.
There was no guarantee that All Might would meet Izuku the same way he originally did.
And if that didn't happen—'He might never get One For All.'
That was something Akira didn't want to risk. No matter what, he believed that someone like Izuku deserved that power. A person with that kind of heart should definitely become a hero.
So Akira made his decision. If he could meet Izuku early, he would ensure that connection happened.
And if not—'I'll just go to Aldera Middle School later.'
He continued sorting through the brochures before finally selecting one elementary school that was relatively close to Aldera.
Then he picked two more options that were also nearby, making sure all of them kept him within reach of his goal.
Without saying much, he handed the selected brochures to Sir Nighteye.
Sir Nighteye took them and glanced through each one carefully. "If these are your choices," he said calmly, "then we can proceed with them."
All Might leaned forward slightly. "We'll go visit them tomorrow," he added. "Then you can decide which one you want to attend."
Akira nodded silently. 'Let's see if I'm lucky.'
Before anything else could be said—BANG!
The door suddenly burst open with force.
"It's time for training!" Gran Torino announced loudly as he stepped into the room.
Akira froze, then slowly turned his head. His eyes landed on All Might.
For the first time in a while, his expression visibly changed—there was a clear look of panic and betrayal on his face.
All Might immediately began trembling slightly and looked away, pretending he had nothing to do with this.
Sir Nighteye, on the other hand, calmly adjusted his glasses and gave Akira a salute, as if sending him off to battle.
Akira didn't even get the chance to protest. Gran Torino grabbed him without hesitation and began dragging him out of the room.
And just like that—Akira Tenma was once again sent to his personal version of hell dubbed Training.