The beach was silent, but the silence felt heavy—like the world was holding its breath.
The sky was an endless Grey, thick clouds swirling above as if something terrible was gathering power. The waves rolled in slow but relentless, breaking on the shore with an unyielding force, echoing the turmoil within.
Tomura Shigaraki stood there, a child lost in a dreamscape of his own mind.
His small hands brushed the wet sand as he looked out across the sea, the horizon blurred between water and sky. He was alone—or so he thought.
Beside him, the figure of All For One rose like a mountain of shadow and malice. The original All For One's presence was overwhelming, a force beyond comprehension, yet somehow familiar and strangely calming.
Without hesitation, Shigaraki reached out, taking the giant, worn hand of All For One in his own. The cold grip enveloped him, and in that moment, the entire world shifted.
The sky darkened rapidly, an ominous twilight swallowing the beach. The sea grew turbulent, waves rising high as if responding to the bond now formed.
But then, a sickening sensation spread through Shigaraki's very core.
The familiar decay—a cruel and unyielding force that had marked him for so long—now turned inward with unprecedented ferocity. His limbs began to crumble; flesh, bone, and spirit twisted under the invisible hand of corruption.
He struggled, desperately trying to separate himself, but the grip held fast. This was no longer just his curse—it was a harbinger of a greater transformation.
All For One's voice was a low rumble, echoing through the storm:
"The vessel is not merely a host. It is the crucible of rebirth. Your body may rot, but from this decay, a god will rise."
Suddenly, the vision shattered violently. All For One's consciousness convulsed, jolting back and forth as pain exploded behind his eyes. His mind was flooded with memories not his own—fragments of battles , the echo of Radahn's crushing power, the sting of defeat.
The name rang out inside him:Radahn. That unstoppable force, that relentless warrior who had broken him once before.
"That bastard!" All For One growled inside Shigaraki's fractured mind.
"But it matters not. Soon, I will rise again—not now, but soon, as a god reborn in this vessel."
[Dr. Garaki's Laboratory]
The laboratory was dim, humming with the cold precision of machinery and the soft hiss of life support systems.
Dr. Garaki stood alone amidst the sterile chaos, his face pale and drawn, eyes shadowed with exhaustion and something deeper—grief mixed with fanatic devotion.
Before him, the monitors flickered erratically. The data was undeniable. The original All For One—his master, the architect of chaos—was no more.
A single tear traced a cold path down Garaki's cheek.
"Master… you've died."
The words felt hollow in the silence that followed. Yet within that loss lay a fragile hope—an unwavering belief that death was merely the prelude to a greater awakening.
His gaze shifted to the tank nearby—a colossal glass chamber filled with swirling mist and faintly glowing liquid. Inside floated Shigaraki's body, still and silent, cocooned in a substance engineered to heal, to preserve, to prepare.
Garaki's hands trembled slightly as they hovered over the control panel. His mind raced with calculations, timelines, probabilities. Each second passed with torturous slowness.
"Just a few more minutes-" he whispered, his voice brittle but resolute.
"Just a few more moments until my master awakens."
His thoughts spiralled between hope and fear. Would All For One truly be reborn? Would the god he worshipped return in Shigaraki's fragile, flawed vessel? Could the world survive such a resurrection?
Even after all the modifications , Is Shigaraki's body able to hold his master's will?
And yet, beneath it all, a spark of madness flickered in Garaki's eyes—a fierce, burning conviction that transcended doubt.
"The world will end… and a new society will rise from the ashes."
He clenched his fists, watching the mist swirl around Shigaraki's form.
"I will see it happen. My Master will awaken as a God."
[A/N: Blud is delulu]
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The battlefield was a ruinous expanse—twisted metal, broken concrete, and shattered glass lay scattered like fallen leaves in the aftermath of a violent storm. The acrid smell of smoke lingered heavily, mixing with the faint metallic scent of blood and dust.
Fires smouldered in pockets, casting an orange flicker against the slowly darkening sky. The sun, now obscured by a veil of smoke and ash, bled pale light over the horizon, as if reluctant to shine upon the scarred earth.
Heroes, battered but unbroken, began to gather amid the debris. The echoes of battle still resonated in their minds—the roar of explosions, the crackle of quirk energy, the desperate cries of allies and foes alike. All around, victory and loss intertwined, their faces etched with fatigue, pain, and a fragile relief.
Radahn, All Might, Gran Torino, and Aizawa.
Each was a titan in their own right, icons in a world that had been pushed to its breaking point.
All Might, his iconic smile tinged with exhaustion, was the first to break the silence.
"We've done it. For now, at least. Let's move to the evacuation center. We need to regroup."
Gran Torino adjusted his goggles, his expression grim but steady.
"Too many close calls. I don't want to be here when the dust settles… or when the next storm hits."
Aizawa, ever vigilant, scanned the horizon with tired eyes, a dark shadow beneath them from too many sleepless nights.
Radahn, the silent warrior, stood apart from the group, his crimson armor dulled by the haze of smoke.
He said nothing.
His gaze fixed on the horizon, where the sun struggled to break through the smoke. The future was uncertain. The air was thick with tension and the unspoken truth that the worst was still to come.
The heroes began moving towards the evacuation center, their pace slow. Aizawa kept a protective arm around All Might, who favoured his leg, while Gran Torino walked quietly alongside.
Radahn led the way.
The heroes made their way through the cracked streets toward the evacuation center.
As they moved forward, the civilians—who had been hiding in fear—began to emerge, their faces lighting up like stars breaking through the night.
A ripple of excitement spread through the crowd the moment All Might appeared.
Mothers lifted their children onto their shoulders so they could see the legendary symbol of peace and hope in person. Elderly citizens, worn by years of hardship, raised trembling hands in greeting.
People who had lost everything found a flicker of solace simply by witnessing the heroes standing before them, unbowed and alive.
"Look! It's All Might! He's Back!!" a young boy shouted, his voice cracking with awe.
"That's the Symbol of Peace after all! He saved us all!" an elderly woman whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Suddenly, murmurs rippled through the crowd as they spotted another imposing figure walking beside All Might— tall and calm, his presence commanding respect.
"Who's that gentleman?" a middle-aged man asked loudly, his eyes wide with curiosity.
Before Radahn could respond, All Might smiled warmly and spoke in a voice full of pride and assurance:
"That is Hoshigami Enrai, a teacher at U.A. High School. A true hero in every sense."
The name "Hoshigami Enrai" echoed through the crowd, sparking recognition among many.
"He's from U.A.? That's amazing!" a young woman exclaimed.
"Arigatou, Enrai-san!" others echoed, bowing slightly in respect and gratitude.
The crowd erupted into cheers, applause ringing through the streets like thunder. Voices shouted, "Thank you! Thank you, heroes!" and
"You saved us all!"
Gran Torino chuckled softly and raised his hand in a modest wave, while Aizawa gave a tired but genuine nod of acknowledgment.
All Might, his iconic smile shining bright despite the exhaustion, lifted his hand for silence.
"We are here because of your courage and hope. Together, we will rebuild and protect what we love."
The civilians' energy surged, filling the broken city with a fleeting sense of joy and resilience—a testament to the spirit that heroes like All Might and Enrai inspired in every heart.
Radahn's stoic expression softened as he allowed himself to feel the warmth of the moment.
For all the destruction and darkness, this was what he fought to protect—the smiles, the hope, the unyielding will of the people.
Among the heroes were familiar faces: Jirou, Mineta, Kaminari, and Crimson Riot, their expressions a mix of relief and lingering tension.
The students from Class 1-A couldn't help but stare, eyes widening as they saw the towering figure walking beside All Might—the colossal man known as Hoshigami Enrai.
"Is that really Enrai-sensei?" Kaminari whispered to Mineta, his voice filled with disbelief.
Mineta's eyes went wide. "He's… way bigger than before! What happened to him?"
Jirou nodded, her usual cool composure shaken.
"I think its a part of his quirk."
Crimson Riot, ever the veteran hero, glanced at Enrai with a serious expression.
Meanwhile, Kendo, who had joined from Class 1-B, looked on thoughtfully. Though not as shocked as the others.
As the crowd's cheers echoed, All Might's voice came again:
"Enrai has fought alongside us to protect this city. His power is immense, but it's his heart that inspires us all."
"And so does Everyone here. They have risked their life to protect."
Enrai gave a modest nod.
Mineta and Kaminari swallowed hard, his usual bravado dampened by the sight of their mentor thinking,
'He looks so sexy right now'
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[NHK News Broadcast — Prime-Time]
The screen flickered, cutting to the sleek, modern set of NHK Prime News.
The camera focused on the anchor desk where two figures sat—Miyuki Tanaka, a polished and poised Japanese newswoman known for her sharp reporting and empathetic tone, and her co-anchor Kenji Matsumoto, a veteran journalist with a deep, reassuring voice and a knack for storytelling.
Miyuki adjusted her mic and smiled warmly.
"Good evening, Japan. This is NHK Prime News, bringing you the latest updates on the unprecedented events that have unfolded in our nation's capital."
Kenji nodded gravely. "Tonight, we bring you the stories behind the headlines. Moments of heroism, sacrifice, and the hard-fought victories that have pushed back the darkness threatening to consume us.
"After a gruesome battle for the future of our Country , we bring you all a Good news."
The screen behind them shifted to dramatic footage from the battlefield: Endeavor's fiery assault on Redestro, Hawks' aerial manoeuvres against the Nine and Midoriya's final attack on him, and All Might's final clash with Overhaul.
-Miyuki's Extended Report:
"Let's begin with Endeavor and his team's battle against Redestro, a fight that raged through the heart of the city. Endeavor, the current Number Two Hero, displayed unyielding determination, pushing past injury and fatigue. His flames burned brighter than ever, engulfing Redestro in a blaze of justice. Eyewitnesses describe a scene of chaos and awe, where the hero's raw power turned the tide and secured a hard-won victory."
-Kenji's Commentary:
"Redestro was no ordinary villain. His quirk, rooted in control and destruction, had terrorized entire neighbourhoods."
"Reports say he had used an enhanced quirk injection- But Endeavor's strategic mind and relentless spirit proved too much. It's a testament to the strength and resilience of our heroes."
-Miyuki on Hawks:
"Meanwhile, Hawks led a covert operation against the Nine, a fearsome gang whose quirks and tactics had brought widespread fear. Hawks's mastery of speed and precision strikes decimated the group's leadership, dismantling their network with surgical efficiency."
"And the final blow delt by the students from UA secured the victory."
-Kenji Adds:
"In a city held hostage by chaos, Hawks became a symbol of hope and swift justice. His efforts ensured the safety of thousands, earning him the gratitude of citizens and the respect of fellow heroes alike."
-Miyuki's Grand Finale:
"And finally, the battle that gripped the nation—All Might's confrontation with Overhaul in Kamino Ward. The stakes couldn't have been higher, as Overhaul's dangerous quirk threatened to unleash devastation. But with unwavering courage and unparalleled strength, All Might delivered a decisive blow—his signature Detroit Smash—sending Overhaul crashing through the cityscape and when he was about to suicide bomb himself , our Hero with a swift action threw him into air thus him dying by himself and ending his reign of terror."
-Kenji's Reflection:
"All Might's victory was not just a display of power; it was a reminder of the hero's enduring legacy and the unbreakable spirit of justice. In these dark times, such victories inspire us all."
"But we must not forget about the scarifies that our heroes made-"
"Ladies and gentlemen of Japan… and viewers across the world…"
A pause. He exhales as if the words are heavy stones in his throat.
"We have… emerged victorious. But victory, as always, has come at a tremendous cost."
-Images flash behind him — shattered neighbourhoods in Osaka, a collapsed bridge in Nagano, broken highways in Kyoto. Charred craters, formerly cities, now resemble warzones.-
-Miyuki(voice trembling):
"Thousands have perished. Our nation mourns.""Over fifty thousand civilians are reported dead. And still, the numbers rise. Tens of thousands more lie injured in hospitals that have run out of beds. Economists estimate that over ¥80 trillion in infrastructure has been lost."
[Black and white photos flash one by one on the screen, with soft piano behind them. Each face with a name.]
Steel Gale – Pro Hero Rank #49, died during the Mt. Fuji evacuation.
Photon Viper – Pro Hero Rank #22, perished leading a squad against a rogue Nomu horde in Hokkaido.
Barrier Widow – Pro Hero Rank #61, found shielding a group of children from a collapsed train station in Yokohama.
Pink Panther- Pro Hero Rank #69 , his body split apart by a Nomu.
Spider Hero: SpooderMan - Pro Hero Rank #99 , Side-Kick of Pink Panther died protecting a kid-
-Kenji (voice cracking):"And… Kamui Woods—Japan's Shield. Martyred in combat against the monstrous villain Nine."
-Miyuki:
"He held the line, so others could live. We honor him."
[The screen cuts to a sea of candles placed outside U.A. High. Civilians weep openly. Children hold hand-made signs: "Thank you, Heroes."]
-Kenji:
"There will be time for grief… but for now—Japan breathes, because its heroes did not falter. Because All Might stood again. Because Endeavor roared in the face of death — stood between annihilation and hope."
Scene: Outside Evacuation Center – Real-Time Coverage
[Crowds roar as All Might, Gran Torino, Aizawa, Crimson Riot, and students walk toward the command post. Despite ash and blood, hope blooms in the air.]
Civilians rush forward — not just cheering but weeping, waving Japanese flags, holding out pens and cell phones, offering water bottles, flowers, bandages.
Civilian 1 (elderly woman): "All Might… thank you. Thank you for being our Symbol… again!"
Civilian 2 (young girl): "Enrai-san! Arigatou!!"
All Might, smiling with pride, steps forward.
[Camera zooms in.]
-All Might:
"To every citizen of Japan… look around you."
"You stood tall when the sky fell. You helped strangers when chaos ruled. You believed in each other — and that... is the strength of this nation."
"This victory does not belong to one man. It belongs to all of us — heroes, rescue workers, the police force, and especially civilians who refused to let fear win."
[Civilians nod, tears brimming. The camera pans over an elderly man holding the hand of a boy wearing All Might's costume. A nurse in torn scrubs clasps her colleague.]
-All Might (closing his eyes briefly, then lifting his head):
"Today, I stand before you not as the Symbol of Peace..."
"But as a man who gave everything he had… and now must finally rest."
Gasps ripple through the crowd. A mother covers her mouth. Some shake their heads in denial. But All Might's voice remains steady.
-All Might:
"This was my final fight. My last stand. And I have no regrets."
"Because I've seen with my own eyes the future that's coming."
"A future led by new heroes. Stronger. Smarter. Kinder. Heroes who will rise not in my shadow, but in their own light."
He turns slightly, glancing at Aizawa, Crimson Riot, and the students — Jirou, Kaminari, Mineta, Kendo — all standing solemnly behind him, watching with pride and heavy hearts.
-All Might:
"You are in good hands, Japan. And though I will no longer fight on the frontlines… I will always be here. Watching. Hoping. Believing in you."
He offers one final smile — full of warmth, exhaustion, and peace.
-All Might:
"So walk tall. Help each other. And never forget — a real hero is not someone who wins every time… but someone who never stops showing up!"
The crowd bursts into overwhelming applause, many openly weeping, others saluting. Dozens shout his name — not as a god, but as a man they love and respect."ALL MIGHT!!""THANK YOU!""WE LOVE YOU!!""YOU DID IT!""YOU CAN REST NOW!"
The applause began to swell like a wave, but All Might wasn't finished. Slowly, he turned his head toward the camera lenses — dozens of them — broadcasting live across Japan and the world.
His body, though weathered and bruised, stood firm. His cape fluttered in the rising wind. And then, with deliberate intent, he raised his hand… and pointed a single finger at the camera.
All Might (soft, resolute, yet echoing through the silence):
"I'll leave everything… up to you now."
-For a moment, time stopped. Children watching from shelters gasped. Rescue workers paused in the rubble. Young heroes, far and near, felt the weight — and the honor — of that trust sink into their hearts.-
It wasn't just a farewell. It was a command. A passing of legacy.