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miscellanasaurus · 5 years

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MHA 230

Damn this chapter completely blew me away and if this a arc wasn't my favorite arc out of any manga i`ve read before then it certainly is now the hype train just simply wont stop rolling i honestly couldn't stop smiling while reading this chapter. also this review will be a lot longer then most of my other ones as a sort of apology for my lack of recent mha content.

We open up on a flashback as Twice explains to Shigaraki why he can`t clone the bullets ,Though it was a inventive idea, and it seems that this event really fuels Twice`s doubt on his own self worth as he see`s himself as holding the league back as all he`s ever wanted to do is pay the league back for accepting him. small side note but some people think that Twice has been indoctrinated into the league and that`s BS Twice wanted somewhere to belong and he got that, this isn't the message Horikoshi is trying to show through twice if anyone's indoctrinated it`s spinner as he joined the league due to the morals of a man he idolized and even then he`s grown attached to the league. anyway i`m rambling lets move on to the rest of this chapter.

We get this panel of pure badassery as we see twice swarming the field with hundreds of clone`s as the mentioned back up skeptic had set up look on in horror. while i did say horikoshi wouldn't just hand wave his trauma i think this works thematically as twice finally understands who he is so i doubt he`ll be contradicting himself any time soon,

We then cut back to Re-destro ,and the look on his face is priceless, as he stares down at the infinite swarm of twice`s flooding the field however he cant help rubbing salt into the wound of skeptics failure as he just walks out but not before this gorgeous panel

And while i`m obviously curious (pun intended) as to what this failure is ,its not this moment as he states this is not a failure simply a setback, i love the way Horikoshi portrays this barely suppressed rage as he looks like he`s going to explode any moment, clearly failure is his `Trigger` and you can tell that these two have a mutual dislike for eachover and i kinda wanna explore there dynamic a little more.

We also learn ice guys name “Apocrypha” which sounds like the sort of name a edgy 12 year old would name there Skyrim character ,guilty as charged, though its meaning is rather interesting and here i`ll copy paste what it means

(of a story or statement) of doubtful authenticity, although widely circulated as being true.

This is intriguing and since names hold a significant meaning i am curious as to what this is referring to if its Destro`s goal`s (perhaps he wanted to eradicate quirk users through his actions building fear and mistrust surrounding them, though this would be a rehash of Overhaul so i doubt that)

funnily enough apocrypha also has a religious connotation further playing into the cult like status the MLA seem to have. a clever foreshadowing considering the racist fanatics murdered in chapter 220.

Continuing on with the fight with dabi and Apocrypha as we see this panal of Dabi and i was kinda confused what was going on with that look on his face but i`m certain that its due to the pain of overusing his quirk , though you could mistake it for terror. some people thought this fight would be cut short which is honestly ridiculous

We get this hilarious moment between compress and Dabi which i think is giving us some vague insights into his character as despite being shown as detached from the rest of the league his reasoning behind not helping compress is not needing too, also is that a look of relief i see dabi?

Honestly this brings a smile to my face and shows that even though hes overcome his trauma hes still the lovable quirky guy hes always been( pun intended/) also this is reminiscent of how deadpool is with his schizophrenia as its played more for laughs and a personal insight with deadpool rather then the dark undertones with twice.

We also get some semi-insight onto compress as it seems he views villainy and heroics as separate roll`s perhaps due to his stage life thats been alluded to before ,after all everyone would have a set roll and would follow it perfectly, perhaps i`m diving to deep into a simple statement but considering compress will probably have some development soon i wouldn't be surprised,

Horikoshi also takes a moment to explain why we wont be getting swarms of Dabi`s or even Rappa`s and while you could ask why cant those same clones take down gigantomachia it goes against the narrative of the story horikoshi`s wrtiting as Tomura`s plan will most likely what gets gigantomachia to respect his authority

I suppose you could also so that since twices clones are so weak gigan would have no trouble tearing through them faster then twice could make them.

However not to be out shined apocrypha straight up one punch`s them as its revealed that he can control the temperature of his ice, this is probably the power given to him by the supreme leader, allowing him to freeze water then manipulate that ice.

We also delve more into Apocrypha as it seems that in the new quirk sociaty that re-destro plans on making quirks will be equal to status and the morepowerfull the quirk the more status you`d receive, this could also be what the apocrypha in his name is reference to as this could be a lie conceived to manipulate apocrypha into aligning with the MLA. interestingly enough the only the strong survive mentality works well as a parallel to Endevour just something i thought to mention

We also see that Apocrypha`s noticed the toll dabi`s quirk has on his body again a reference to the Touya Todoroki as endeavor stated how Touya`s quirk was ill suited to his body which is always something that i liked when exploring that theory the idea that someones quirk is genetically unsuited for them as it clashes with itself is a fun little idea that can lead to all sorts of possibilities.

We end on this beautiful cliffhanger as the doctor prematurely wakes gigantomachia not out of his own desires but due to being unable to face all for one if Shigaraki were to die here. honestly i like the doctor as a character carrying out the will of all for one despite not excepting his successor it creates a interesting conflict within him.

And the chapter finishes off on this gigantic cliffhanger. this chapter is incredibly enjoyable and well written and is currently my favorite chapter in the series as a whole i just hope that this sudden awakening doesn't cut any development we may have gotten on compress as he`s the character i`m most curious about. Dabi`s pretty much already confirmed to be touya so i dont mind waiting.

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guidedbygunpla · 3 years

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Gundam REDUX Side Story Chapter 3: Sins Against God and Man

“this country must’ve been beautiful at some point, feel kind of bad for having set half of it on fire” Dozle said with a laugh as their Gow flew over the Rocky Mountains, the remains of Salt Lake City below them, now looking like nothing but shattered glass strewn across the mountain. Zakus occupying the territory now, painted in stark white. Dozle, Char, Icelina and about 2 dozen crew men waited in the tiny room above the Mobile Suit hanger of the Gow, and watched as America drifted below them. The country had been ravaged during the Late AD and early UC by a monstrous drought and famine. A blight caused the great mono cultures of Corn and Soybean to die off, resulting in billions of farm animals being culled, the resulting food shortages resulted in hundreds of thousands starving to death. Poor water management in the south west caused hundreds to migrate elsewhere, and formerly rich and prosperous parts of the south west became completely abandoned. The country fractured in two due to political strife, in part due to arguments about how best to tackle the ecological disaster, resulting in the creation of the two countries the United States of Northern America and The Southern United American Republic in UC 0007. The North was able to barely survive the famine by switching to crops the blight wouldn’t effect, primarily potatoes and rhubarb. They tried desperately to genetically modify the corn and soy bean crops to be more resistant to the blight in the future, with only middling results. Resulting in food enough to only feed a quarter of their population. The south however was able to transfer largely to imported food, and fish, but they had a harder time dealing with the increasing desertification, the rampant dust storms, and the massive floods they were battered with year after year. Eventually, they became the first to honestly consider what so many other first world countries would in the coming years, they began the process of forcing their populations off world through the Federations colonial emigration plan, at first willingly….and then, as the years went by, and the droughts got worse, the famines got worse, and more and more people died. by force. the early days of the UC were like that though. The world was dying, and the only option left for so many was to leave.

With a smaller population the southern American Republic was able to stabilize their economy and began plans to help stop the desertification, as well as hopefully reverse it. However that would be dozens, if not hundreds of years down the line. The earth was sick. In the hundred years before the formation of the universal century charter, 2 world spanning wars, runaway pollution and the destruction of much of earths fresh water reserves, a series of small scale nuclear exchanges along with the ensuing sociological, and ecological pressures those put on the planet caused the amount of the earth that was desert to balloon resulting in vast areas of formerly agricultural land to be swallowed by the great deserts of the world. with crop failure, famine, water shortages, and societal collapse eating up much of the world. The Mojave stretching as far east as Missouri and as far north as Wyoming. The Sahara having swallowed up almost all the land as far south as Angola, and the Gobi going as far south as Qinghai. So much land lost to the great deserts of the world. What choice did they have?

The colony migration plan must’ve made so much sense back then, they must’ve thought they were saving so many millions of lives. if only they had known, Char thought to himself, that because of this all, one day, one of these colonies would come home, and crash into the earth so hard that it would split a tectonic plate in half. In a matter of months it would kill 3 billion of the remaining 6 billion people left on Earth. Through famine, floods and fires. Through volcanos, through tornados, through earthquakes. Life after life would end. All because of a want for power, a lack of caring about ones fellow man, about the world. A Want for control.

If only the people who wrote that damned charter knew what it might cause

If only people had taken better care of things ________________________________________________________________

The gow touched down near a large laboratory building. The smell of the sea strong in the air. Mendocino had largely been spared of the worst of the ecological collapse of the Country. It was lush and beautiful. A true paradise in hell Char thought to himself. “I haven’t really gotten to ask Dozle, why are we moving our headquarters to the Flanagan institute? “ he asked as the officers began the process of disembarking from the Gow

“orders from Supreme commander Gihren, we’re supposed to run some tests here and then likely we’re going to reassign you to a naval crew for a few weeks…..I tried to get you some time off the front line, think it’d do both of us some good to have some time to grieve” “Dozle, you don’t have to do something like that….really” “no, Char… I insist. My heart feels like its breaking everytime I think of Garma. I picture my Mineva, I picture Zenna. I cant imagine how you and Icelina feel. I can’t imagine how father is feeling, I pray his heart can take the stress. That’s why Gihren took charge of the military, he wanted to give father time to process this all. I think some fresh air, some time away from the front lines, it could do us all good.” char looked out at the beautiful scenery around the Gow

“you know I might take you up on that, make sure Icelina is taken care of here, she’s not just our Princess, she is still the daughter of the USNA’s president, who I believe is in power, even if its just in name.”

Dozle knodded at him as Char walked down the ramp to the ground below

The lab they were near was called the Flannigan institute for Zeonic Military Research. It had a… reputation. Soldiers got sent here, came back different. What went on inside the walls of the institute were classified. Char knew they would frequently send POWs here, and that a lot of their research resulted in new mobile suits and new weapons. “Mr. Aznable, please follow me” Char heard a voice call to him as he stepped off the ramp of the Gow “My name is Dr.Tonus, I am a researcher here at the institute, we have been reading over your exploits and wanted to show you around the facility and possibly run a simple test, just to show you what it is we research” “I’m really not the one you should be kissing up to, Commander Dozle is right there, if you are wanting additional funding I’d speak to him instead” Char spoke back in response

“sir this isn’t a request for more money, this is a request to show you, one of Zeons most decorated officers what is in our militaries future.

Char followed him into the building, there were people walking around the halls like in asylums of old, people who seemed confused, distraught, and lost just wandering the halls, dressed poorly and in various states of poor hygiene. It was revolting. The researcher led Char into a back room, where they could see into another room via 1 way glass.

“now Captain Aznable, watch our subject behind this glass. She will guess the cards that are shown on the television screen in front of you, that is showing us footage of a researcher in another lab who is acting as our sender”

Char looked into the room and a woman wearing a bright yellow dress, and of what he believed to be middle eastern decent was re arranging the cards on the table into the same pattern as the researcher on the television. “quite well, so she can perform simple card tricks…..fantastic use of Zeons resources” Char said dismissively

“eh, but watch this Captain Aznable…..I want you to imagine something, something concrete and real, something you know well, and hold that image in your mind” “Lalah, if you could can you read the mind of the man in the room with me, and tell me what it is he is picturing?” Char felt a wall of ice overtake him, his body tingling as if he was diving into a cold pool. The chill of it slid through his brain, feeling like a spear of ice rolled through his mind, peeling away at the layers of gray matter “he is picturing a man with dark black hair, they are in a bathroom with concrete floors and steel cabinetry. There is a smell of tobacco in the air” she said, her voice turning into a laugh towards the end as she realized what it was Char was remembering

“that’s enough. So what is this? Some psychic research program?” Char said turning and staring daggers in the researchers eyes

“…well, yes. Minovski particles make long range communication by radio waves too difficult, so we are researching controlling long range weapons through…..well less conventional means. And Lalah here has been the most successful of our experiments. She was brought to us from West Bengal, she was being used by a card shark there to help him gamble. When she grew obstinate, he abandoned her, and she was taken in to one of Zeons shelters in the area where our men found her, and shipped her back here for study.” “and the rest of the…..subjects, in this facility. Why are they so…..vile” “well, before Lalah, we had been experimenting with getting these abilities by grafting brains of clones of people with similar abilities onto the brains of POW and lower ranked officers, a super soldier program so to speak” “clones of people with similar abilities? Dr.Tonus, please elaborate….because what you are saying is making me want to pull my side arm out and personally shut this whole facility down right now….this sounds like human experimentation, and at that, forced human experimentation…..which as you know violates the antartic treaty as well as the teachings of Zeon Zum Deikun” “Captain, the war will be won by whoever can harness these powers first, and by who can harness them the best. As you have already seen, the federation has 4 pilots who can out pilot even you….surely they have already started to harness Newtypes for combat use” “Newtypes…..the people who Deikun said would be worthy of inheriting the earth, you think that means this? That it means psychics?” Char snapped at the man and pulled his gun, pointing it at the man

“yes sir, spend a few hours with Lalah, you will believe the same as we do, Newtypes…..they are worthy of salvation, we are simply trying to find a way to elevate the rest of us to their level” Char lowered his gun and looked back through the window, then at the small man, who said with no fear the evils he had committed……viewing them as aspects of Chars fathers teachings

“show me these clones…..I need to document this, send it back in a report to the high command.” “before we do that Captain, we do want to run some tests on you….we want to test a theory” ______________________________________________________________

Char found himself hooked up to a machine, a wreath around his head, and a blood pressure cuff on his arm “am I just testing the same thing that the woman from before was testing?” “yes Captain, I want you to clear your mind, and try to see what it is the woman in the room across from you is looking at” char looked at the cards in front of him, and thought about how stupid this all was…he did wonder though

He cleared his mind…and for a second he felt like he saw it, at the same time he felt it, there it was a line of ice through the middle of his brain, right into the top of his spine. he arranged the cards and the researcher knodded at him

“promising” he said as he took the cards away, and wheeled in a small box, with a T shaped item in it, the top bar balancing on a blade, like a knifes edge

“all I need you to do is to move the top part of this metal bar, so that it makes contact on either side of the case, this will trigger an electrical contact, and turn on a light in this office.” char emptied his mind and tried to slow his hands trembling and stared at the metal T

After about ten minutes just as the researcher started to walk towards the box to push it out of the room it tilted and made contact

“now…..now that we have finished your stupid tests, show it to me” Char said as he ripped the wreath off his head.

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Dr. Tonus walked Char into a basement, where all around him in vats were young women and men, all blond, all quite young. Dozens and dozens of them, tubes and wires hanging around them, and skewering their bodies.

“they are all clones of two children who were donated to the facility about a decade ago, we had been studying their abilities at that time, but our research wasn’t folded into the military until recently when Supreme commander Gihren decided that our research could be useful to the war effort.” char walked over to the tanks and looked at the faces of the children

“their features look familiar…who donated them?” “well…..unfortunately that is classified Captain Aznable….their lineage is unfortunately a state secret at this time” “ah, I see…..so they are his children, it’s unmistakable, the jaw line, the ears...they look just like Girhen when he was younger. Wonder who the mother was…that too is probably a state secret too isn’t it” Char said craning his neck to look back at the doctor

“well….yes…..unfortunately it is” “are the children, this mysterious man left here, are they still alive?” “yes they are taken care of in the eastern wing, they are about 13 years old now” “13, and how old are the children in these tubes? Surely they all haven’t been floating like this for 13 years.” Char said looking at the children, they looked to be in their late teens, early 20s, surely these clones weren’t so young. “well, we are injecting them Human Growth Hormone, a combination of Steroids and developmental enhancers and of course they are being dosed with sedatives so they are largely unresponsive, we really just need to get the brain to the right size so that we can excise the parts that we believe are responsible for the Newtype Phenomena. We then graft that part onto the brain of the test subject, though it has so far been unsuccessful…Lalah has been able to telepathically communicate with 2 of our test subjects who became nonverbal after the fact, and they seemed to have still been mentally capable, though we still need time to perfect the surgical process as well as the drug cocktail that will be required to prevent rejection of the parts of the brain that are grafted on” “I don’t understand…how would sticking someones brain matter onto your brain give you their powers?” Char said turning to face the man

“well, you see….this is difficult to explain, but when someone learns something often there is a physical region of the brain, a new organ that is grown. We noticed it in the late 20th century while examining Einstein’s brain. He had a knuckle shaped area behind his right ear, and we saw that same shape, that organ in people that had one thing in common with him, they were violinists. In a normal human brain, that region would be missing, just smooth gray matter but if they had studied the violin in childhood, there it was, the violinists knuckle right behind their right ear. A similar region we called the seat of the pianist would be closer to the center of the brains of those who had studied the piano. Our early tests were with excising those parts and implanting them in others, and surely enough often they could play the instrument in question after the surgery, though they lacked the muscle memory to properly coordinate their body with their mind. But the newtype phenomena is purely mental, we know if we keep experimenting we can uplift ourselves to their level. There is no muscle memory to overcome. “ char looked around, these were human beings

Their bodies were being harvested for war

They were being made into weapons, no not even weapons

Parts of a weapon

What happened to the child when their brain was harvested Casval wondered

Who thought up this monstrous idea

“who ordered this research? Who pushed for the cloning, the brain surgery” “well….Supreme Commander Gihren of course, and the use of them in military applications was further expanded by his sister, Rear Admiral Kycelia. She has begun production of Newtype use weapons to be used in the war effort, we just need to create a decent pool of soldiers for her to use first. “ “this is disgusting…” Char said as he turned away from the man. He began to walk out of the facility, Revolted. As he was about to reach the door though, he felt a line of ice sliding between the lobes of his brain once more. And a woman’s voice in his ears

“you saw the children in the basement didn’t you?” he didn’t know how to respond should he speak aloud, should he just think? Instead Char simply knodded

“it is monstrous isn’t it. I am scared every day they will come for me….that they will carve me up the same way they did those children” Char swallowed in fear as images of surgeons, doctors, and blood filled his mind, he felt like he was drowning in a horror movie

“please you have to take me away from here” Char stormed back into the building, past the lost souls that wandered the halls, and into the room where Lalah was still being studied, grabbing her by he arm he spoke aloud

“I am captain Charles Aznable, and I will be taking this women here with me, if you want to fight me on it, take it up with my commanding officer Dozle Zabi.” He then pulled the women with him out of the facility. Off into the sunny Californian afternoon they walked Lalah free from that horror

And Char burdened even further, knowing that his mission was to no longer hurt Degwin for the pain that he endured as a young boy, but now he had to kill them all, every Zabi had to die…..for this sin against god and man.

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aoimikans · 6 years

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Title: Progeny

Chapter 2 of 2: Departures

Summary: Every king wishes for an heir.

Links: [Ch 1] | Ao3 | FFnet

A/N: Contains manga spoilers. Anime-only fans may not understand some of the references.

Hisashi Midoriya smiled softly at the sleeping boy. Reaching down into the crib, he cradled his son's face in the palm of his hand and lightly twisted a lock of Izuku's curly hair.

Hisashi pulled a lock of his own hair down in front of his eyes and laughed as it bounced back above his forehead.

"You have my hair, huh?"

Izuku mumbled in his sleep, pressing his face into the warmth of Hisashi's hand.

Hisashi brushed his thumb over Izuku's cheek, and lifted his hand, pulling at the bottom of his lip in thought, "So much potential in such a tiny body. I wonder who you'll take after."

The door behind him slid open, and Hisashi turned, grinning bashfully, "Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?"

Inko laughed and rubbed at the back of her head, "Thought I heard him crying, but I guess it was just a dream."

Hisashi's brow rose, "I finally got him to stop crying," he grinned and leaned against the crib, "Though I imagine he wore himself out first."

Inko chuckled and nodded, "Were you chatting with him?"

Hisashi hummed, "Something like that. Just wondering whose quirk he'll get."

"Well..." Inko's cheeks colored, and she mirrored his position, leaning against the doorframe, "He's just a baby, so it may take a while..."

Hisashi grinned and stepped closer, excitement fluttering in his chest despite his worries, "What do you think he'll get?"

"Hm..." Inko looked up into Hisashi's eyes with a wry grin, "A fire-breather would be a bit difficult."

"Ha-!" He flinched and slapped a hand over his mouth, glancing back at Izuku. Sidling up to Inko, he whispered, "And a baby who can pull any small object towards them wouldn't be?"

Intertwining their fingers, Hisashi pulled her close and grinned cheekily, "God forbid he's left alone in the kitchen! Imagine the mischief!"

Inko paled and jerked back, "Y-you don't think-! I didn't manifest mine until three, so there's time, but Hisashi oh dear what if he already has one! I need to baby proof the kitchen! Nothing sharp… Goodness! Our picture frames! No glass. He wouldn't know better. Hisashi- Wait! What if he gets the hiccups and has your quirk! What should we-?

“Why are you laughing?” Inko huffed, cheeks reddening, “This is serious."

He couldn't help it. Laughter bubbled up from his lips, and he struggled to contain himself. He doubled over, laughing silently as tears pricked his eyes.

“Hisashi…”

He could hear the pout in her voice.

Gasping for breath, he looked up and grinned, “You’re cute.”

Inko spluttered and turned crimson, shying away from his gaze.

He chuckled, straightening up, and reached for her hand.

He felt something he hadn’t in a long time.

“Who knows? He may surprise us,” Hisashi said softly, pulling her closer and leaning down to kiss her brow, “He might not have either of ours…”

Hope bloomed hesitantly in his chest.

“Maybe something even better!”

“It’s best to give up on that.”

Izuku choked, sitting pale and rigid on the stool as his toy clattered to the floor.

Inko’s heart clenched, “No! There must be some mistake?”

Her arm reached out in an attempt to steady her son, “The other kindergartners have all started showing signs, but…”

Hisashi, where are you? Work can’t be more important...

Dr. Tsubasa hummed, “Pardon my asking, ma’am, but you’re fourth generation, yes? As far as quirks, I mean…”

Inko stiffened, glancing away, “Yes, of course… I can pull small objects towards me,” she said, demonstrating with Izuku’s fallen All Might figure, “And my husband can breathe fire.”

We both have quirks. She swallowed, looking to Izuku, who hadn’t moved an inch, So why...?

“By the age of four,” Dr. Tsubasa began, tapping the x-ray of Izuku’s foot, “A child should manifest either one of his parent’s quirks or a composite of the two. However, early quirk research discovered one important finding.”

Inko’s heart dropped.

Dr. Tsubasa continued, “It has to do with the presence or absence of the extra joint in the pinky toe. Know about this?”

She knew.

“Humans have no need for parts they don’t use, you see. And those without the joint represent the next stage of evolution.

Don’t say it.

“Izuku here has two joints,” Dr. Tsubasa leaned back in his chair, “It’s becoming quite rare nowadays, but…”

Please!

“He possesses no quirk at all.”

All for One slammed his fist into the wall.

Quirkless!

Tile and drywall cracked and fell with a clatter.

Blood dripped from his knuckles as his shoulders heaved, his vision painted red.

Again…

He knew the chances. Failure after failure highlighted them clearly.

“It's simple genetics.” the Doctor stated.

I know…

He had watched - watched and waited as doubt prickled at the back of his mind. The child had shown no signs.

He’s still growing, a part of him had reasoned - hoped. Inheritance is tricky business.

He had stepped back, drowning himself in his work, distancing himself from the crippling disappointment of another failure. Inko could handle things alone for a while.

Out of sight out of mind as they say.

The Doctor snapped him from his thoughts, “Both you and the mother must have the recessive quirkless gene. In other words, a one in four chance of a quirkless child."

"With a 75% chance of a child with a quirk, yes I know!” He shot back, “This isn't my first time. That's exactly why this is so... Infuriating!"

He could laugh. This was not what he wanted.

“He’s not the first child I-” His lips twisted with rage, "All of them, Doctor. Quirkless."

A weight in his chest left him hollow.

I'm tired.

The Doctor regarded him quietly, careful with his next words, "... You could always give the child a quirk."

All for One grit his teeth, suppressing a shudder, "No."

No.

Past failures haunted him - quirks too volatile for the new bodies they inhabited.

Blank stares.

Lifeless.

Incapable of rational thought.

He rubbed the divot centered in his palm, unable to forget, unable to halt the memories of his greatest success...

Their eyes, sharp and hateful, swearing their life away in order to stop him. A power honed to defeat him.

To kill him.

He would not, could not risk another.

Especially with the child’s fixation on… All Might.

He straightened up, pulling at his sleeves despite the burning pain in his knuckles.

The damage was already done.

He couldn’t give the boy a quirk.

He didn't need a lifeless child and a distraught mother clinging to his side.

Too much attention. It couldn't be his.

I need something untraceable.

Abandoned...

A memory of a fluttering cape, dark hair, and a bright smile tugged at the back of his mind.

A quirk that took hold successfully...

A bloodied hand lying in a pool of gore.

A child with no connection to him.

“So nobody came to save you, huh, little one...?”

A flicker of satisfaction settled in his chest, and he pushed aside his worries, locking them away.

"I know that look of yours..." the Doctor hummed and canted his head to the side, "What are you planning this time?"

"Contact Kurogiri and pack your bags, Doctor," All for One turned his back to the man and stalked to his work station, "I've grown tired of playing house."

"Ah, your little investment. I do wonder how he's grown... But what of your current child?"

All for One regarded him with a blank stare, "Hisashi Midoriya never existed. I have no child."

"Right, right," the Doctor nodded, "I'll begin preparations. I have my own family to deal with."

All for One hummed noncommittally, and the Doctor departed with a harsh laugh.

Waiting two beats, he sighed and cradled his head in his hands, pressing at his eyes with a quiet groan.

He reached into his pocket.

A sudden promotion overseas.

Can't refuse.

You’ll be taken care of.

Ignoring the fourteen missed calls and voice messages, Hisashi Midoriya dialed home for the last time.

#hisashi midoriya #inko midoriya #izuku midoriya #progeny #chapter 2 #departures #bnha #bnha spoilers #bnha fanfic #mha spoilers #oops wrote a second chapter after all #all for one

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