ALDERA MIDDLE SCHOOL – 3rd Year Classroom
"WE'RE NOT DONE YET, DEKU!"
The bell had rung, The classroom was empty, only four people remained.
a blond haired boy with his two underlings behind him, surrounded a green haired boy.
Midoriya Izuku froze in his seat.
Bakugo's hand shot forward, snatching the blue notebook titled "Hero Analysis for the future" right out of Midoriya's grip.
"K-Kacchan, please—give it back!" Izuku reached out timidly, knowing exactly how this always went.
"SHUT IT!" Bakugo barked, sparks popping as he raised his hand to blast the notebook. "You and your stupid nerd notes, always scribbling like you're gonna be a hero or something!"
Except...
The sparks didn't come.
At that exact moment, a black ripple, thin, silent, unnatural, swept through the classroom, passing through walls, desks, and people like a shadow that wasn't supposed to exist.
Bakugo didn't notice it, too focused on igniting his palm.
Crackle—
Nothing.
Bakugo blinked.
Then scowled.
He tried again, forcing the motion.
Still nothing.
His hand remained cold, dry, dead still.
"…the hell?" he muttered, a tremor in his voice. That never happened. His explosions were instinct, like breathing, blinking, existing.
He tried a third time, harder.
"COME ON!!! WORK, DAMMIT!"
But his palm remained as inert as a normal boy's.
Midoriya stared, wide-eyed. "K-Kacchan… your hand…?"
Bakugo's breath hitched. Panic, real panic, flickered across his face. A thought clawed into his mind, absurd but terrifying.
"No. No. NO." His eyes snapped toward Izuku, filled with fury and fear. "YOU!!! YOU DID THIS! YOU QUIRKLESS RAT! DID YOU INFECT ME WITH YOUR USELESSNESS?!"
"E-Eh?! W-wait, Kacchan—what do you mean? I didn'... I don't even have—!"
Students outside the class began murmuring as some kids with mutation quirks blinked in and out like flickering holograms.
But Bakugo only saw one thing:
His hand.
Cold.
Silent.
Powerless.
And for the first time in his life...
Katsuki Bakugo felt what is like to be Quirkless Like Midorya.
helpless.
...
U.A. ACADEMY, Meeting Room
Principal Nezu stood on the table, giving a cheerful briefing to Aizawa, Vlad King, Midnight, Cementoss, and Present Mic.
"And that concludes our strategic review—"
a black light passed by, so fast nobody noticed it.
Principal Nezu, Cementoss, The two vanished.
The teachers froze.
"PRINCIPALE!!!!"
"KEN-SAN"
Aizawa jumped up instantly, scarf whipping forward, ready to capture the invisible villain who dared to kidnap the principal, He used his quirk, but it didn't activate. His pupils didn't glow.
"My quirk...It's gone?!" he hissed, For the first time in his life, Aizawa realized how others felt when he cancel their quirks.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!!! STOP JOKING AIZAWA!"
Present Mic grabbed his throat, trying to scream.
"AHHH"
No sound Amplification.
He Also can't use his quirk.
Before their worry continue.
Nezu and Cementoss reappeared, looking completely normal.
"Oh my! Why are you all staring at me like that?" Nezu looked at Aizawa and Present Mik who are looking at him in shock?
"What's happening? Vlad, Midnight? You seem Alert for no reason."
Cementoss asked the two heroes next to him.
Midnight was pale.
"T-Two Of you... just vanished!"
Nezu blinked innocently.
"…huh?"
Deep silence filled the room.
With their Years and Experience as Professional heroes, Their Intuition is telling them...
Something vast was happening, they can't determine whether it's good or bad, but they can feel it's approaching.
MUSUTAFU CITY – AFTERMATH
The shock hit the city like an earthquake.
Within seconds of the anomaly, Musutafu streets had erupted into chaos.
Within minutes, journalists flooded the scene, microphones thrust forward, cameras flashing.
Within an hour, every news channel in Japan was broadcasting the same headline on repeat:
"MASS QUIRK DISAPPEARENCE INCIDENT IN MUSUTAFU – UNKNOWN CAUSE."
On social media, the footage spread even faster, clips of heroes losing their powers mid-rescue, mutation-type civilians flickering in and out of existence, and bystanders screaming.
Hashtags trended. Panic ignited.
By noon, the entire nation knew.
Government officials held emergency meetings.
The Hero Public Safety Commission went into crisis mode.
Emergency task forces were deployed.
Whatever happened in Musutafu wasn't just bizarre.
it was dangerous.
And it had shaken the very foundation of a society built on quirks.
...
SHIE HASSAIKAI HQ
In a dim underground office, Kai Chisaki, aka Overhaul. stared at his phone, eyes narrowing behind his mask.
The moment the report mentioned "quirk erasure" and "mass deactivation," his grip tightened.
The phone trembled, broke apart into its component pieces, circuits, casing, glass,
then snapped back together with a dry click.
A shudder ran through him.
"…Impossible," he whispered.
It was everything he had been trying to create.
A way to dismantle the quirk-infested world.
A way to revive the Yakuza's glory.
And it had just appeared, fully formed, in a random city, without his involvement.
Overhaul's eyes gleamed with greed.
"Whatever this phenomenon is… a quirk, a weapon, or something else…"
He clenched his fist.
"…I will obtain it."
For the future he envisioned...
he had to!
...
A CERTAIN PUB
The bar was dim, quiet, and smelled of old wood and burnt sugar.
Tomura Shigaraki slouched in a corner booth, scratching at his neck.
Kurogiri stood behind the bar, his mist swirling gently as he wiped a glass cup, eyes fixed on the TV.
The broadcast displayed images of Musutafu in chaos—citizens flickering in the screen, as if being teleported and returned quickly, heroes collapsing as their powers vanished, emergency vehicles crowding streets.
Tomura tilted his head.
"Kurogiri…" His voice was soft, but with an edge like broken glass. "Do you think Sensei will be interested in this? A quirk erasing wave… We should go take a look."
Before Kurogiri could respond, another screen attached to the wall lit up.
but nothing can be seen on it.
Then a deep, distorted male voice seeped through the speakers, even though the volume had not been touched.
"Tomura."
Shigaraki straightened immediately.
"sensei!!!"
Kurogiri bowed his head slightly. "Master…"
"You will not concern yourself with this anomaly." the voice continued
"All Might has already been sighted in the area," the voice continued. "Our plans remain unchanged.
As for this… phenomenon…"
A low hum reverberated, like someone thinking from the other side of the screen.
"…I will send another to investigate."
The connection faded. The screen turned off.
Tomura stared at the screen, his hand beginning to shake.
"All Might… symbol of peace…" His lips curled into a snarl.
"Just wait. I'll destroy you."
The glass cup in his hand crumbled into dust as all five of his fingers touched it.
falling like powdered bone between his trembling hands.
...
BACK TO ADAM
The cracks spread across his body, leaking black radiance.
Then—
GOLDEN CHAINS erupted from the void.
Not metal.
Not physical.
But chains woven from laws, from authority, from the deepest architecture of the System itself.
They coiled around Adam's chest, his arms, his very soul, sealing the raging force thrashing inside him.
The darkness recoiled, shrieking silently, like a primordial beast being dragged back into its cage.
Adam remained unconscious of what he had unleashed, or what he had barely survived.
ADAM'S MINDSPACE
He stood in an endless void.
Silent.
Starless.
Before him towered four colossal gates, each hundreds of meters high, carved with symbols that radiated an ancient, timeless dread.
The first gate stood open, dark, ominous, whispering like a storm behind a thin door.
The other three were tightly bound in golden chains, glowing like divine edicts.
A voice reverberated through the void,
his own voice, yet not his own. like his own thoughts.
"Gate of Material Phenomena:
The only gate your current existence can withstand."
"Only when the weight of your existence increases,
when your Life Level rises,
will you be permitted to approach the others:
the Gate of Spiritual Phenomena,
the Gate of Concepts,
the Gate of Laws."
"To force them open…
would demand a price beyond what you can bear."
...
Author notes :
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