So… when can I finally go out there? When can I start everything and end everything?" asked a young man—though calling him a man felt generous
He sat slouched on a rusted metal chair, scratching at his neck, arms, and collarbone over and over again.
The reply came from the figure standing before him: a man wearing a strange helmet made of pitch-black metal, its shape sharp and unnatural, the kind of design that wasn't meant for comfort but for intimidation.
His voice echoed through the helmet—deep, distorted, and unsettling.
"Soon, my successor. Very soon, you will act" the man said, each word thick with menace. "First, we must prepare your first strike. And now we have three new pieces at our disposal. Together with Kurogiri, we possess three independent ways to move anywhere we wish. That means we can finally dispose of the last 'option' without any inconvenience."
The boy jolted in place, rage flaring again.
"Yes, but why not now? We could strike now!"
"Because we wait," the man answered calmly, almost amused by the impatience. "My intel says All Might will be returning to U.A. next year. For the first time in years, we will know his exact location… and for an extended period of time."
The boy blinked, the irritation fading just enough for curiosity to creep in.
"So my first appearance is going to be killing the final boss? How?"
"Follow me," the man said. "I have a special surprise for you. They're not ready yet—but they will be soon."
He led the boy through a heavy metal door.
Inside, the room was dim, illuminated only by a series of large cylindrical tanks—almost like industrial bathtubs.
Each was filled with a thick, black, viscous substance, and something inside each tank… moved.
"What are those?" the boy whispered, and a twisted grin crawled over the parts of his face not hidden beneath the dismembered hand he wore.
"Nomus," the man replied, almost reverently. "That is what I call them. Artificial lifeforms. Tomura… these will be your army. Strong, obedient, mindless. They will follow only your commands."
A raw, fanatic laugh burst out of Tomura.
He doubled over, scratching himself hard enough to draw blood, as if the excitement physically pained him.
But then something else caught his attention.
High above the lab floor, set on a raised platform, was a device—an intricate cradle of metal and cables—holding a single object: a gleaming gem, pulsing faintly with internal light.
"Master… what is that?" Tomura asked, his voice suddenly thin with wonder.
"That," the man said, walking toward it, "is our next weapon. A gift from a fool who believed himself anywhere near my level. Though I must admit… he succeeded in creating an instrument of extraordinary potential. Even now I am deciphering the method to revive it."
"A weapon?" Tomura repeated.
The man raised his hand, and a foggy, distorted projection flickered into existence.
Two figures clashed in the image: a feline, alien creature—Mewtwo—locked in battle with a red, crystalline being.
Deoxys.
"The crystal connected there contains all the remnants of that creature," the master said, his gloved fingers almost caressing the glass. "However… I have a hunch it didn't truly die that day. Its regenerative ability was extraordinary. I believe this gem is its ultimate defensive mechanism."
"Eeh, I think my potential is already enough," Tomura muttered, impatience dripping from every syllable.
The lack of self-awareness, the lack of maturity—it was all painfully evident.
The master didn't even bother responding. He simply turned and began walking away, the conversation dismissed in its entirety.
Soon, child. Soon, he thought as he left the chamber.
No one—no one—knew what was really happening behind the scenes. Not even Raiden, who was finishing the last of his patrol shifts before the school year ended, sensed that something terrible was moving beneath the surface.
So the boy continued his day like any other.
Because he didn't know anything was wrong.
Everything went as usual.
He stopped a few villains—petty robberies, nothing remarkable. Honestly, it was a relief. Light work after weeks of brutal training and exams.
His only surprise came from something simple, almost wholesome.
As he flew across the city, he spotted Emy—his childhood friend—walking with a boy, sharing ice cream.
A smile tugged at his face almost instantly.
It wasn't just happiness for her.
It was the perfect material to tease her about for at least a month.
He almost landed right there to ruin her date for fun, but held back.
Better to let her enjoy it.
He resumed his patrol, and soon noticed a giant woman fighting a villain, with Kamui Woods assisting her. Both pros were handling the situation with ease, so Mewtwo merely flew past, redirecting falling debris with telekinesis to protect civilians, then continued on his route.
He didn't need to interfere in every battle—not when pro heroes clearly had it under control.
The day stayed calm. No surprises. No real danger. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Or so he thought.
Mewtwo was flying over the rooftops when something blurred past him—so fast he almost thought he imagined it.
"All Might… with a kid grabbing his leg?"
They shot by just a few meters away.
It was bizarre.
But if All Might was around, Raiden decided it was better to patrol elsewhere.
There was no space for action when the Number One Hero was in the area, and Raiden wasn't particularly eager to interact with him again. The few encounters they'd had were… strange, to say the least.
So he changed direction and left them behind.
His patrol continued, just as uneventful as before.
A purse snatcher.
A store thief.
Someone trying to escape after stealing food.
Simple, clean, low-risk hero work.
Honestly, it felt nice.
But then the air shifted.
A sudden spike—intense, violent, unmistakable—erupted behind him.
His senses sharpened instantly.
A vortex of wind spiraled into the sky, powerful enough to distort the air around it.
Mewtwo froze for half a second.
Then bolted toward it.
It was several kilometers away. He didn't know what he would find, but the pressure of the energy was undeniable.
When he arrived, the event was already over.
The aftermath told the whole story.
Windows shattered.
Fires extinguished by firefighters.
Rubble being lifted.
Civilians being pulled to safety.
And in the center of it all stood All Might—exhausted, his breath heavy, smoke leaking from his body.
Before him were two kids, coughing, covered in mud—both shaken, both clearly the cause or victims of whatever had exploded moments before.
Mewtwo landed, trying to process what he was seeing.
He left this zone because All Might was here. So why the hell was there a sudden explosion?
"Was the villain really so powerful that he forced All Might into this state…?"
That was Mewtwo's first thought as he surveyed the chaotic street. But the strangest part wasn't the destruction.
It was what All Might did after.
He simply jumped away.
No statements to the police.
No reassurance to the civilians.
No coordination with the heroes on site.
If this had been a routine arrest, sure—leaving could've been normal.
But with this level of damage?
Protocol demanded that he stay for at least a preliminary assessment.
The abrupt exit left a sour taste.
That's… weird, Mewtwo thought, following the hero's silhouette as it disappeared between buildings.
For a moment he considered going after him—it would have been easy.
But the wounded civilians below took priority.
He dropped down and approached the two coughing kids. One of them was in noticeably worse condition—no fatal injuries, but enough damage that Raiden immediately moved to fix it.
The boy's expression was the first oddity.
Not fear. Not panic.
Anger.
Directed squarely at the green-haired kid beside him.
Why?
Mewtwo didn't care enough to guess. It wasn't his business.
He extended a hand toward them, channeling Life Dew. A soft veil of healing water washed over their bodies in swirling blue ripples, restoring their breath and easing their pain. Even if he no longer needed gestures to cast it, it was better to make it clear for civilians—to avoid confusion or panic.
Both kids stopped coughing, straightened up, and turned their eyes toward the armored figure.
Recognition lit up in the green-haired boy's face.
"You… you're the psychic hero—Mewtwo!" he blurted out, stepping forward without restraint. "I—I've seen you on the news! You haven't even graduated and yet you've participated in real missions! And they say you have one of the most versatile Quirks ever recorded, and that you're incredibly strong!"
He spoke with the speed of someone who lived permanently overwhelmed by admiration.
At his side, the blonde boy's expression darkened even further when the green-haired kid mentioned Mewtwo's achievements. The hostility sharpened—raw, personal—and Mewtwo didn't understand it, nor did he intend to.
The green-haired one kept getting closer.
Too close.
Mewtwo took a step back.
"I'm flattered," he said with a polite, stiff nod, "but as you said, I'm not a professional hero yet. I just try my best. Now, if you'll excuse me—I need to go."
The situation was painfully awkward, and he wasn't in the mood to deal with fanboys.
He rose into the air and took off.
From above, the destruction looked worse. Far worse.
An unnecessary amount of force had been used. Mewtwo could see it clearly now—the shattered windows across three buildings, the scorched pavement, the alley blown open as if someone had detonated a bomb inside it.
Yes, the villain had been strong.
But not that strong.
Nothing about the remains of the fight suggested that the enemy had required so much collateral damage.
He swept his gaze over the present heroes.
Most of them had support or rescue Quirks. Useful, yes—but none of them capable of this level of destructive power.
Meaning the only person on-site with enough raw strength to cause this was—
All Might.
And that made the question echo even louder in Raiden's mind:
Why didn't he hold back?
No pro hero should cause widespread destruction like this unless absolutely necessary.
But this—that alley, those broken windows, the blast marks seared into the walls—none of it made sense.
Not for a man like him.
Not for a symbol.
And something about that fact… unsettled Mewtwo more than he expected.
but whatever it was, if wasn't his place and he didn't have the interest for now fo search for the truth of this.