While the world of MHA was in shock over Allen's actions, many in the Chat watched him in confusion.
Couldn't Allen use a Jaeger or the Godzilla template to push the cargo ship?
Yes—he had thought about it. But that wouldn't look as epic (ahem). More importantly, no one knew he was the Jaeger pilot or that he was also Godzilla. Many people had already suspected that Allen was Superman, which was already problematic. So if he used those templates, he'd have to reveal the truth to the Commission and risk having his license revoked.
Otherwise, he could keep it a secret and pretend Godzilla suddenly appeared to help him—but that would prevent him from collecting his rescue bonus. So all he could do was grit his teeth and push with eg… willpower.
"Are you okay?!" Nemuri exclaimed through the earpiece. They could clearly see that what Allen was doing wasn't easy.
"I'm… fine… the hard part was getting it moving…"
"You're always doing such reckless things! We're going to talk about this when you get back!" Kaina scolded.
"…" Allen smiled at those words. They filled him with energy and made him push harder.
Nezu stroked his chin. "I see… so women aren't just his weakness—they're also his strength…"
For some reason, Kaina and Nemuri blushed upon hearing that. As much as they tried to hide it, it was obvious to many that they had begun to see Allen as a man—or perhaps it had been that way for a long time, and only the change in Allen's personality made them realize their feelings.
....
Erza – It's hard for me to worry about Allen when even in moments like this, girls are falling into his wolfish clutches.
Donna – It's inevitable. Master is charming~
Megan – Too much so, if you ask me…
....
The cargo ship advanced through the sea, which seemed intent on crushing it. But instead of stopping, it began to gain speed, moving away from the center of the typhoon.
"I told you! Allen 1, Mother Nature 0!"
Allen smiled smugly, earning a sigh from the Chat and awkward smiles from Kaina, Nemuri, All Might, and Mirko, who had just arrived at the scene as well.
"…?" Allen felt something unnatural in the sky.
*BOOM*
Just when things seemed to improve, a bolt of lightning struck Allen. Not just one—more followed, one after another, powerful strikes carrying millions of volts. The strangest part was that the lightning ignored the massive chunk of metal and targeted Allen specifically.
"Ugh…" Allen grunted, irritated. He didn't like that at all. "Bastard…"
"Are you alright?!" Artoria appeared at full size and created a golden shield to block the continuing lightning strikes.
Artoria knew that her presence would raise questions, but there was no time to hesitate—her priority was helping him.
"Yeah… I knew something felt off…"
Allen looked at the sky with displeasure.
Beyond the clouds, standing in the sky, was a man with long white hair—none other than Nine, one of the most dangerous subordinates of All Might's greatest enemy.
....
Emma F – I knew something smelled off. This disaster looked artificial.
Kimiko – Mmm… this reeks of All For One…
Amanda – Tsk… no peace with so many bastards around. Can't they see we're busy?!
....
Nine narrowed his eyes.
"Someone who embodies the pinnacle of strength chooses to protect the weak… what a waste, Allen Walker. This only proves your Quirk should belong to someone else," Nine said as he raised his hand.
Amid the typhoon, the wind began to spiral massively, distorting the storm clouds and creating a gigantic waterspout. It descended from the sky toward the cargo ship.
This display of climate manipulation was Nine's original Quirk.
It was incredibly powerful, embodying the force of a hurricane itself—wind, rain, lightning, all designed for large-scale destruction. But it came at a cost.
"Ugh…" Nine began coughing up blood, yet he didn't stop the formation of the massive vortex.
"How pathetic," Allen mocked. With his telescopic vision, he could see Nine as if he were right in front of him. "A Quirk that's killing you, and you still insist you're superior."
In the original timeline, Nine had also been a villain—one born from an experiment to replicate the powers of All For One. He had accepted it because he had no choice; his own Quirk was killing him. Even so, he didn't resent All For One or the doctor who experimented on him. In this new world, however, his life seemed even more tragic—he hadn't volunteered; he had been turned into this copy by force.
Which made sense. In this world, All For One had never been injured, never forced into a chair breathing through tubes. Instead of manipulating from the shadows, he often forced obedience or granted power directly—it saved him time.
Regardless of debt or resentment, Nine's philosophy aligned closely with All For One's. He wanted a utopia where only the strong existed—a world where the "chosen" ruled.
"Who is that woman?"
After recovering, Nine narrowed his eyes. The blonde woman in armor who had appeared out of nowhere was blocking his lightning with ease.
Nine sensed that Artoria was dangerous, so he accelerated his attack.
The ship's crew could only watch in horror as the massive whirlwind descended upon them.
"Artoria…" Allen whispered.
"Yes, my Master"
At once, a terrifying power erupted from the king.
"EX-CALIBUR!"
....
"…!"
Nine's eyes widened. In an instant, a pillar of golden energy destroyed the waterspout, pierced the sky, and forced Nine to barely dodge.
He immediately tried to counterattack—but his eyes widened again when he saw a fist inches from his face.
'Air Wall!'
Instinctively, Nine created a wind barrier, but it shattered instantly. The punch connected, breaking several of his teeth.
Nine was sent flying into the sky. Allen followed, breaking the speed of sound five times over. Up there, there was no need to worry about shockwaves destroying everything, so he didn't hold back his strength or speed.
"Scanning!" Nine shouted through the pain. This Quirk allowed him to analyze an opponent's strength and Quirk. His eyes locked onto Allen as the latter flew toward him like a hypersonic missile.
"What?! No, Quirk?!"
It wasn't that Allen lacked a Quirk—he simply couldn't analyze it.
Nine gritted his teeth, raising his hand and activating two Quirks: "Mutant Strength" and "Adaptation." These had been granted by All For One in case he encountered Allen. After all, All For One didn't want to lose his subordinates prematurely.
"Ah!"
Nine's body bulged with muscle, his skin turning red. He clenched his fist and struck—Allen did the same.
When their fists collided, a shockwave exploded outward. But Nine was no All For One or All Might.
"Argh!" Nine was sent flying, clutching his arm—broken, his hand shattered. "Wasn't this monster just pushing a cargo ship?!"
Changing strategy, Nine pointed his fingers at Allen.
"Bullet Laser!"
Five purple beams shot from his fingertips, each capable of killing a hero. Allen, his gaze serious, swatted them away like paper planes.
Nine panted. This man wasn't weak—he had held off multiple heroes, including Kaina. With his powerful Quirks, he would be the embodiment of despair for anyone below the top-tier heroes.
And yet…
"Damn it!" Nine shouted, using Air Wall again to try to stop Allen. But Allen tore through every compressed wind barrier as if they were nothing.
Allen's eyes glowed as he unleashed his heat vision. The beams crossed the distance instantly, piercing Nine's shoulder.
"Urgh—Allen Walker!" Nine saw his blood, felt pain, anger, and, above all, fear. "Noooo!"
Nine activated his strongest Quirk: Weather Manipulation.
In an instant, the sky turned black as nature's power erupted. Thunder and winds capable of tearing buildings apart surged forth.
"Die!" Nine screamed, blood pouring from his mouth, nose, and eyes—his plus ultra.
Allen spread his hands and smiled mockingly.
A chill ran down Nine's spine. He attacked, sending wind and lightning at Allen—but Allen did something impossible.
He clapped.
The atmosphere between his hands compressed, then exploded outward in a massive blast of air.
The pressure split Nine's clouds apart, obliterating the storm and clearing the sky entirely.
"…" Nine stood in silence, his eyes darting around, searching for his hurricane—his power.
"Hey, I've got something to ask you," Allen said, appearing in front of him and driving a punch deep into his abdomen.
"…!"
Nine expelled all the air from his lungs, his organs churning.
"Tell me where All For One is."
'Impossible… of course I knew… Master told me… Allen Walker is a monster… one even he wouldn't take lightly… I knew… but I didn't think he was this strong… I made a mistake… I shouldn't have attacked him… I'm sorry, Master…'
Nine's consciousness slowly faded.
Allen frowned. If he passed out, he wouldn't be able to question him about All For One's location. And it was only a matter of time before All For One learned of Nine's defeat—making that information time-sensitive.
Esdeath – Want me to extract the information?
Albedo – Leave it to me, Allen-sama. I'm sure I can do it faster than Esdeath.
Makima – It would be easier with my "control."
"Did you all forget we're the good guys in this world?" Allen shook his head. "Don't worry—we can always resort to dialogue in these cases."
Allen pulled out a pair of brass knuckles from his inventory. Engraved on them was the word "Dialogue."
Harley – Oh, I wanna use dialogue too!~
Many in the Chat laughed, while others smiled wryly. Allen liked to make these kinds of dark jokes just to mess with his enemies.
The only bad news is that Nine was tougher than he looked; Allen beat him up so badly that his face was left swollen and disfigured, but even then he didn't betray All For One.
Without Nine, the typhoon began to dissipate.
Allen no longer had to push the cargo ship, so he left the Coast Guard to handle the crew and decided to bring Nine to justice—and collect his reward.
…
"What do you mean only one million?!" Allen slammed the table while Kaito maintained an emotionless expression.
"That's the amount I was authorized to give you as an additional bonus."
"What are you telling me? That guy was practically a walking natural disaster! His Quirk could destroy cities—even entire states!"
"According to the report, the villain Nine is in poor health, so using his…" Kaito grabbed the report sheet, "Weather Manipulation shortens his lifespan further… he definitely wasn't a global-level threat."
"Give me a break!" Allen was furious. If it had been someone else, he would've already flipped the table—but he liked Kaito, and the Commission knew it. That's why they assigned him to negotiate with Allen, even though it wasn't part of his duties.
"…" Kaito adjusted his glasses and pulled out an envelope.
"What's this?" Allen raised an eyebrow.
"I don't have authorization to give you more money for this… but I can offer something else."
"This is… a hero license."
Kaito nodded. "However, it's not for you."
Allen took the license and flipped it over. He saw a familiar face—and immediately frowned.
"What are you trying to do?"
"I know that for her, returning to the Hero Commission is practically impossible—mainly because she won't trust us. But Lady Nagant, the hero, doesn't deserve to be forgotten… even if she doesn't want it, at least give her the chance to say so."
Allen remained silent.
…
When Allen arrived home, he was met with a very surreal scene. Three women wearing aprons were waiting for him, each with a different expression.
Nemuri looked uncomfortable, Kaina was embarrassed, and Mirko stood with her arms crossed confidently.
It was every man's dream—three beautiful women welcoming him with the warmth of a wife. However, Allen's instincts warned him, and he took a step back.
"Now that I think about it, I need to go back for something…"
"Where are you going, darling? ❤️" Nemuri asked with a smile.
"We have a surprise for you," Kaina said, clearing her throat.
"Haha, don't be shy!" Mirko exclaimed.
Allen was guided to the dining room. On the table were three dishes, each… peculiar.
Allen immediately realized that the three women had cooked. That should have made him happy—but instead, it made him uneasy. Could any of them actually cook something decent?
Kaina had lived a strict, military lifestyle. At one point, she survived on emergency rations, and after leaving that life, she switched to fast food—hardly healthy. Only recently had she started practicing cooking.
Nemuri used to be terrible at cooking. She was the kind of woman who lived off restaurants and sake. That changed after meeting Allen, and she began learning—but only the basics.
Mirko was the worst of the three. Her nomadic lifestyle had gone to extremes—there were times she ate whatever she could find in some random forest in Japan.
"It's very kind of you, but I already ate—"
Before Allen could finish, Mirko forced him to sit at the table.
"Don't be shy. You worked hard today—let me reward you," Nemuri said.
Nemuri's dish looked like a cake. Surprisingly, there were no tentacles or anything weird. Allen took a bite, sighed, and looked at her.
"You mixed up salt and sugar… again."
"Impossible!" Nemuri quickly tasted it herself, then spat it out. She collapsed to the floor in despair. Allen wanted to ask why it affected her so much, but Kaina placed her dish in front of him, smirking at Nemuri.
"Go ahead. You'll see—I can cook too," Kaina said as she lit a cigarette.
Allen looked at the dish—it was curry, a classic Indian meal popular in Japan. When he tasted it, it was spicy but surprisingly good.
Seeing him eat her food, Kaina's heart raced, and she began imagining embarrassing scenarios of herself welcoming a more mature Allen home from work.
"Kaina…"
Allen's voice snapped her out of it. She smiled, expecting praise—but instead, he held up a cigarette butt he had found in the food.
Kaina dropped to her knees beside Nemuri, equally defeated.
"You idiots don't know that a proper diet needs meat!" Mirko declared before bringing a massive pile of meat and placing it in front of Allen. "Now eat—you need more muscle!"
Mirko looked extremely adorable in her apron, so Allen tried to forget the previous disasters and enjoy the meal.
He grabbed a piece of meat, but when he bit into it, a familiar crimson liquid dripped out.
"This is raw…"
"Hm?" Mirko looked at it, then widened her eyes before laughing. "Haha—I forgot to cook it!"
Allen placed the meat back on the plate and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was angry. These three had just committed culinary genocide.
He stood up, pulled an apron from his inventory, and walked into the kitchen without a word. His aura was so intimidating that even Mirko fell silent and behaved.
An hour later…
"Ah~"
"Nnngh~!"
"Yes~"
Pleasure-filled moans echoed through the apartment—but not from anything inappropriate. It was the result of Allen's cooking. His pride pushed him to cook with the same intensity he once used to satisfy a god's palate.
In the end, the three women completely collapsed onto the floor and were transported to paradise by Allen's culinary skills; if this were a comedy anime, their clothes would have blown off.
…
On Monday morning, Allen woke up once again in bed with the three women. None of them talked about it, but it seemed the days of Allen sleeping alone were over—not that he minded.
"Hehe❤️~
"..."
Allen watched Nemuri sucking her thumb on top of him while giggling. He knew she had to be dreaming—he had seen this behavior before, and it was always something… perverted.
Later, in the classroom..
Allen yawned without concern, even as Shota Aizawa looked like he was about to hit him.
"Brats, pay attention—especially you, Walker!"
"Yeah…" Allen replied lazily.
"Tsk. Today we'll have a student exchange between Class 1-A and 1-B. Stand up… Denki Kaminari…"
Everyone was surprised—even Allen.
"Wait! Kaminari is strong—I can vouch for that!" Iida exclaimed, standing up.
Aizawa glanced lazily at Iida, then turned to Allen. "Explain it, class rep."
Allen had been chosen as class representative, though he mostly handled paperwork and occasionally relayed information. Despite having authority, he rarely ordered anyone around.
"Of course…" Allen sighed, then looked at Kaminari. "First of all, I'll say I'm just as surprised as you. Kaminari isn't just strong—he has that something that makes him easy to get along with."
"Boss…" Kaminari looked at him with teary eyes.
"However... in training, you still can't control the intensity of your electricity. It's dangerous around civilians, which limits your effectiveness. Your written exam scores weren't great, and unfortunately… You even failed the practical exam."
When he finished, several students sighed. No matter how much they liked Kaminari, the competition was tough—and he hadn't performed as expected.
Kaminari stood up. He knew Allen was right. But before leaving, he turned back to everyone.
"This isn't goodbye! I'll be back in a week!" he declared, making many laugh.
"We'll be waiting!"
"Prove it!"
"See you soon, Kaminari-kun!"
Kaminari left the room, head held high. Soon after, someone else entered—it was Setsuna Tokage.
The green-haired girl with sharp teeth and a bold attitude stood at the front and smiled.
"It's a pleasure, Class 1-A. I'm glad to be here~"
Her gaze lingered on Allen for a moment, and she winked at him. Several girls grew irritated, but she only smirked, completely unbothered.
…
Once Setsuna took her seat, the class continued.
"Another important announcement," Aizawa said. "It's sudden, but four students from Isami Hero School will be coming to participate in your practical training."
Allen's eyes widened slightly. Sometimes he forgot that there were many hero schools—not just U.A., even if it seemed that way.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
He was looking forward to seeing what other schools had to offer.
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A/N: The UA is supposed to be the most elite and challenging school for heroes, but honestly, does anyone really think Mineta counts as an elite student?
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