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Katsuki Bakugou found himself abruptly yanked from the familiar routine of UA's Class 1-A field trip to the USJ. Instead of the expected journey, he, along with his classmates and teachers, materialized in a vast, unfamiliar expanse. Before them sprawled a colossal field, flanked by imposing mountain ranges, while ahead loomed a massive compound of unknown origin.

Confusion swirled among the gathered crowd, which included renowned heroes like All Might, Endeavour, and Miruko, alongside numerous other unfamiliar faces. Among them stood peculiar figures—a hooded individual with azure hair concealing their face with a severed hand, another with a myriad of burns, and even Katsuki's own parents.

As Katsuki surveyed the eclectic assembly, his eyes caught sight of the UA principal among the throng. Bewilderment etched his features as he grappled with the sudden and inexplicable shift in circumstances.

Izuku absentmindedly scratched his chin, observing the eclectic mix of arrivals with a mixture of anticipation and resignation. Flanking him were two imposing figures, their identities obscured by pitch-black uniforms and gas masks. One wielded a Mossberg 500, while the other cradled a Howa Type 64—a stark reminder of the seriousness of their situation.

As he waited for someone to acknowledge his presence, Izuku couldn't help but marvel at the sheer audacity of Gimei's ability to breach the boundaries between universes. This unexpected convergence offered a reprieve from the grim fate they had narrowly escaped in Gimei's world, where death loomed large for them all.

Yet, amidst the chaos, Izuku couldn't shake the sense of impending turmoil. The impending arrival of counterparts from the Avatar world promised to add yet another layer of complexity to an already convoluted situation. With a wry smirk, Izuku braced himself for the imminent spectacle, finding a perverse enjoyment in the impending chaos.

Toshinori's eyes widened in disbelief as he gazed upon the familiar face of his former mentor, Nana Shimura. Her comforting smile and gentle touch on his head transported him back to a time long past, a time of training and camaraderie.

"Nana... But how?" Toshinori stammered, struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter.

Nana simply shrugged, her expression filled with warmth and understanding. "I don't know, Toshi, but here we are."

Her casual demeanor belied the gravity of the situation, but Toshinori found solace in her presence nonetheless.

As Nana gestured towards a group of individuals, Toshinori couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension. Among them stood the other predecessors of One For All, their identities shrouded in mystery to him.

Scratching his neck awkwardly, Toshinori confessed, "Uhm... I don't really know any of the former users of One For All except you, sensei."

With a reassuring smile, Nana draped her arm around his neck, guiding him forward. "Well, let's go introduce you to them then," she said, her tone brimming with encouragement and support. Emboldened by her presence, Toshinori took a tentative step forward, ready to confront the unknown and forge new connections in this strange, interconnected world.

Eri's heart raced as she felt the weight of Overhaul's hand on her shoulder, his presence a looming shadow amidst the chaos that enveloped them. Surrounding them, his loyal followers formed a protective barrier, their allegiance unwavering even in the face of this unexpected turn of events.

They had been in the midst of a crucial test when the world around them shifted, depositing them into this unfamiliar realm teeming with heroes and villains alike. Overhaul's keen gaze swept across the scene, taking note of the formidable adversaries and potential allies that surrounded them.

Among the heroes stood All Might's nemesis, All For One, a looming threat that lurked ominously on the periphery. Though an alliance with the notorious villain was far from ideal, Overhaul knew that desperate times called for desperate measures.

As his gloved hand moved to reveal his Quirk, Overhaul braced himself for the inevitable confrontation. With Nighteye's watchful gaze bearing down on him, it was clear that tensions were running high, and the looming specter of conflict hung heavy in the air. In this volatile landscape, survival depended on quick thinking and strategic alliances, and Overhaul was prepared to do whatever it took to ensure their survival.

All For One found himself disoriented in this unfamiliar setting, his senses honed for conflict as he observed the volatile scene unfolding before him. His protégé, Shigaraki, bristled with aggression, poised to strike at the unsuspecting heroes who stood in their midst. Dr. Garaki lay in a state of unconsciousness, rendering his guidance unavailable, while Kurogiri's portals remained frustratingly inert.

Aware of the impending clash, All For One understood the futility of facing the assembled heroes alone, even with his formidable powers. As his gaze swept across the gathering, he noted the presence of familiar faces—villains whose loyalty he had cultivated over the years. Stain, the infamous hero killer, bided his time, his deadly intent simmering beneath the surface. Dabi, the enigmatic arsonist, remained silent, a potential wildcard in the impending confrontation. And then there was Lady Nagant, her gaze ablaze with resentment as she stood in her Tartarus prison uniform, a silent testament to her defiance.

Despite the mounting tension, the HPSC officials remained oblivious to the imminent threat, their attention diverted elsewhere. But All For One knew that it was only a matter of time before the fragile peace shattered, and the first blow was struck. With allies at his side and enemies within reach, he prepared himself for the inevitable clash, knowing that the outcome would shape the course of this precarious confrontation.

Aang blinked, disoriented and bewildered by his sudden surroundings. Katara stood beside him, Sokka sprawled on the ground, and Toph amusing herself atop Sokka, oblivious to the gravity of the situation. They found themselves in a vast field, surrounded by a sea of familiar faces and unfamiliar figures alike.

A pang of dread seized Aang as he recognized some of the most infamous Fire Nation figures—Ozai, Azulon, and Sozin—standing together. To his astonishment, Zuko and Azula were also present, accompanied by Ty Lee and Mai. Even Uncle Iroh was there, a comforting sight amidst the chaos. And amidst them all, an enigmatic woman adorned in Fire Nation attire added to the mystique of this surreal gathering.

But it wasn't just the living. Aang's shock escalated to near panic as he spotted Avatar Roku, Avatar Kyoshi, Avatar Kuruk, and Avatar Yangchen—past Avatars long departed from the mortal realm—all assembled in this inexplicable congregation.

Aang's mind reeled, struggling to comprehend this impossible reunion of the living and the dead. How could these historical figures be here, together, in this strange place? The weight of the moment threatened to overwhelm him, and he feared his brain might indeed burst from the sheer incongruity of it all.

Izuku surveyed the new arrivals with a detached sense of observation, mentally cataloging the eclectic mix of individuals that now populated their unusual gathering. The Fire Nation royal family stood out prominently, their presence a stark reminder of the tumultuous history between nations. Alongside them stood the formidable Kyoshi Warriors, their unwavering loyalty a testament to their strength and determination.

The appearance of past Avatars added an air of mystique to the proceedings, their wisdom and legacy casting a long shadow over the present moment. Aang's friends stood among them, their familiar faces a comforting sight amidst the chaos.

And then there was the Earth King, a figure of authority and influence in his own right, adding yet another layer of complexity to an already crowded scene.

As Izuku counted the multitude of faces before him, he couldn't help but wonder why he had been thrust into this peculiar situation. Yet, amidst the confusion and uncertainty, he maintained a sense of calm detachment, accepting the reality of their circumstances with a resigned shrug. After all, in a world as unpredictable as theirs, sometimes it was best to simply go with the flow and see where the journey led.

As Izuku observed the unfolding drama, a sense of detachment settled over him. Yagi's tense reaction to the sight of All For One, coupled with the apprehension radiating from the previous users of One For All, hinted at the brewing conflict that loomed on the horizon. Aang's imminent entry into the Avatar state, triggered by the sight of Sozin, underscored the deep-seated animosity that still lingered between nations.

Meanwhile, the tension between the Fire Nation royals and the Avatars threatened to ignite into open confrontation, with Zuko and Azula locked in a silent standoff while their mother, Ursa, observed the scene with a mixture of sadness and regret. Across the field, Dabi's deliberate approach towards Endeavor promised a confrontation of a different sort, one fueled by personal vendettas and unresolved conflicts.

Yet amidst the chaos, moments of unexpected tenderness emerged—Todoroki's embrace of his mother serving as a poignant reminder of the power of reconciliation and forgiveness.

As the drama unfolded before him, Izuku grappled with the question of intervention. Should he step in and defuse the tension, or simply allow events to unfold as they may? Ultimately, he chose the latter, resigning himself to the role of passive observer in this tangled web of conflicting emotions and long-standing grudges. After all, in a world rife with uncertainty, sometimes the greatest entertainment came from simply watching the drama unfold.

Of course, it wasn't long before someone noticed Izuku's presence, but it wasn't who he expected—it was the irate pomeranian, barking his name as he launched himself toward Izuku. "DEKKKUUUUUUUUU!" the tiny ball of fury screeched, catching Izuku off guard.

Rolling his eyes, Izuku muttered under his breath, "Oh, come on..." He glanced over at Mr. Shotgun, silently requesting assistance. Without hesitation, Mr. Shotgun aimed his Mossberg 500 at the airborne Bakugou, who was too preoccupied with glaring daggers at Izuku to notice the impending danger.

With a resounding blast, Mr. Shotgun fired a round of 12-gauge directly at Katsuki's abdomen, sending him crashing to the ground in agony. Izuku couldn't help but comment with a hint of amusement in his tone, "Oh, that seems like it hurts."

The gunshot echoed across the field, instantly capturing the attention of those present. The inhabitants of the hero-filled universe—those familiar with firearms—eyed Katsuki with a mixture of confusion and hostility, while those from the Avatar universe—accustomed to elemental bending—reacted with a mix of curiosity and alarm, some covering their ears or casting wary glances at Mr. Shotgun, unfamiliar with the concept of firearms. The scene was a cacophony of emotions and reactions, a testament to the collision of two vastly different worlds.

Izuku cracked his neck, his voice cutting through the tension that hung heavy in the air. "Good day, everyone. I hope you're all enjoying your little reunion with old friends and enemies alike, but it's time to bring a bit of reality back into the mix."

Before he could continue, Endeavour's booming voice interrupted him, demanding answers. "Where are we, villain? How did you bring us here? Tell me now before I..."

Izuku raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Whoa, buddy," he interjected, his tone calm but assertive. "The term 'villain' doesn't quite fit the bill for me. A more accurate title would be international war criminal and violator of human rights."

Izuku spread his arms wide, addressing the eclectic assembly before him. "Now, I welcome you all to the..." He turned to Mr. Shotgun for confirmation, only to receive a noncommittal shrug in response. With a sigh, Izuku rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll name it myself. Welcome to the Trauma Giver 3000. Because if you didn't have trauma before you got here, you'll certainly have it after you leave."

As Katsuki's cries of pain grew louder, Izuku's patience wore thin. "Oh, will you shut up?" he snapped, his tone tinged with irritation. "I've been shot a thousand times and walked it off. Anyway, I'm your... guide, I suppose. Izuku Midoriya, at your service. And I'll be... giving you a tour?" He hesitated slightly, unsure of his own role in this unexpected turn of events.

Inko's eyes widened in shock as she stared at her son, her voice barely above a whisper as she uttered his name, "Izuku?"

Izuku shook his head, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he waved his hands dismissively. "Oh no, no, I'm not the Izuku from your universe," he reassured her, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm. "He's probably busy bleeding out in a ditch somewhere, I don't know. I'm from a different universe."

Turning to address the gathered crowd, Izuku gestured broadly. "Now, let me introduce the two sides here. Everyone from planet Earth," he pointed to the side populated by individuals with Quirks, "meet those from the planet..." He paused, scratching his chin in thought. "Uh... what was the name again? Ah, yes, Huānga."

He then directed his attention to the opposite side of the field. "And people of Planet Huānga," he continued, pointing in the opposite direction, "meet the... well, let's just call them the assholes of planet Earth."

As Katsuki silently writhed in pain, Izuku approached him and delivered a swift kick to his stomach, causing the agony to flare up once more. Before Mitsuki could react, she found herself halted by the menacing presence of Mr. Battle Rifle, his Howa Type 64 trained on her.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Mitsuki's voice reverberated with anger and concern, but Izuku remained unfazed. With a flick of his fingers, he silenced her protests.

"I dare you to take one more step, Ms. Bakugou," Izuku's voice was devoid of emotion, his gaze unwavering. "And I'll show you what's wrong with me."

Then, in a sudden shift of mood, Izuku's expression twisted into a smirk. "Oh, Bakugou, not so fun now, eh? Being on the other end," he taunted, relishing the opportunity to turn the tables. "But we've wasted enough time."

With that, he crouched down beside Katsuki and placed a hand on his stomach. Slowly, the wounds began to heal under Izuku's touch, and he stood back up, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

As Miruko leaped into the air, her battle cry echoing across the field, Izuku remained unfazed. With effortless grace, he sidestepped her attack and delivered a devastating blow to her abdomen. The force of his punch tore through her flesh with alarming ease, sending a spray of blood from her mouth as he withdrew his fist.

Turning his attention to Eraserhead, who had activated his Quirk in a futile attempt to neutralize Izuku's abilities, Izuku snorted with disdain. "You think some flashy eyes will do something here, Aizawa?" he sneered, his voice dripping with venom.

Leaning in closer, Izuku locked eyes with Eraserhead, his gaze unwavering. "You know, in my universe," he began, his tone dark and foreboding, "I've killed all of you." He gestured toward All Might, Dabi, Eraserhead, and even All For One in turn.

"I blew you up with a grenade launcher," he pointed at All Might, a twisted smirk playing on his lips. "You, I burned to a crisp," he directed his finger at Dabi, his voice tinged with malice. "I melted your eyes out and made you inhale mustard gas," he said, addressing Eraserhead with chilling precision. Finally, he turned his gaze to All For One.

"And you," Izuku's voice lowered to a dangerous whisper, his eyes gleaming with dark intent. "I made sure it was a slow one."

A cold silence settled over the field as Izuku's words hung in the air, a grim reminder of the power he wielded and the atrocities he was capable of committing. With a chilling smile, he issued his ominous challenge, daring his adversaries to provoke him further.

Izuku's laughter echoed across the field, a chilling reminder of the depths of his power and the horrors he had faced. "Oh, I've fought against demons, spiritual entities, no, celestial beings the size of fucking planets!" he proclaimed, his voice laced with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "So if you think I would feel a single thing killing all of you here, you're sorely mistaken."

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, sending a shiver down Tsukauchi's spine. Everything Izuku had said rang true, each word carrying the weight of undeniable truth. While there was a chance that this Izuku Midoriya believed his own boasts, Tsukauchi couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to it—that Izuku's conviction stemmed from a place of cold, hard reality.

As Tsukauchi gazed at the ground, he couldn't help but shudder at the thought of what Izuku was truly capable of. None of it had been a lie, and the way Izuku spoke left no room for doubt. It was a stark reminder of the darkness that lurked within him, a darkness that could engulf them all if provoked.

"Well then, you can all form your groups and introduce each other when we're in the uh... Cinema, was it?" Izuku glanced at Mr. Shotgun, who once again offered a shrug of uncertainty. With a decisive clap of his hands, Izuku issued his final warning. "Follow me then, and uh, try anything and I will gut you like a fish."

With that ominous threat hanging in the air, Izuku turned on his heel and began to lead the way. Miruko's wound miraculously healed itself as she coughed herself back to consciousness, a testament to Izuku's formidable abilities.

Reluctantly, most of the gathered individuals followed Izuku, their apprehension palpable in the air. Some remained unsure of what to make of the situation, but with no other viable options presenting themselves, they resigned themselves to following Izuku's lead. After all, in a world as unpredictable as this, it seemed wise to proceed with caution.

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As the tour concluded, it became evident that the compound was not just expansive, but vast beyond measure. Living quarters, a spa, a training area, a mess hall, a library—each facility served a specific purpose within the intricate web of the compound's layout. Yet, amidst this labyrinthine expanse, one room stood out above all others: the cinema.

Izuku stood before the colossal screen, a sense of gravitas emanating from him as he held a paper in his hands. "Alright, so, I'll explain some basics," he began, his voice projecting clearly across the room. "First, let's address the difference between a planet and a universe."

He paused, allowing his words to sink in before continuing. "You see, all of you are from the same universe, but from different planets. Earth resides in the Solar System, while Hua-something is situated in the Huntor System." Izuku gestured to emphasize his point, ensuring clarity in his explanation.

"I, however," he continued, his tone taking on a more somber note, "am not from your universe. I hail from an entirely different one." He surveyed the assembled crowd, gauging their comprehension of his words.

"Is that clear?" he asked, his gaze sweeping across the faces before him, searching for any signs of confusion or uncertainty. In this vast expanse of cosmic knowledge, clarity was paramount, and Izuku was determined to ensure that everyone understood the fundamental principles at play.

A furry paw rose among the crowd, and Izuku acknowledged it with a nod. "Ask your question, Nezu," he invited, his tone even.

The principal, Nezu, spoke up. "How many of these universes are there? And how is it possible for there to be multiple instances of humans on different planets when space travel hasn't yet been developed?"

Izuku's smirk widened at the inquiry. "Firstly," he began, his voice carrying a hint of amusement, "we both know that there are an infinite number of universes out there." He paused for a moment before continuing. "And as for your second question, the reason lies in the fact that your understanding of the universe is fundamentally flawed."

Nezu's expression remained cheerful as he sought clarification. "May I know what you mean by that?"

Izuku's response was nonchalant as he let out a small yawn. "It means that Friedrich Nietzsche, Karl Marx, Sigmund Freud, and all those so-called intellectuals are likely residing in a rather warm location known as hell."

"Oh, and I mean, evolution is kind of true, but not exactly the way Charles Darwin described it," Izuku elaborated, his tone thoughtful. "There is indeed a higher power that has created the universe—or rather, all the universes. And this entity," he continued, gesturing vaguely, "has placed multiple human lives on different planets in his image."

Izuku paused, a shadow passing over his features as he considered the implications of his words. "The intention was to bring about good and kindness," he explained, his voice tinged with a hint of regret. "But, well, things kind of went wrong. Most planets were okay, until they arrived..."

The weight of Izuku's revelation hung heavy in the air, leaving the gathered individuals to ponder the complexities of their existence and the mysteries of the universe. In this vast cosmic tapestry, the lines between truth and fiction blurred, leaving only uncertainty in their wake.

Another hand rose from the crowd, this time from the representatives of the other planet. "Yes, Aang?" Izuku acknowledged, inviting the inquiry.

"Um, why are we even here? And how are there dead people alive?" Aang questioned, his curiosity evident in his tone.

Izuku considered the questions carefully before responding. "To answer your first question, I don't know," he admitted with a shrug. "It's not like I came here willingly. As for your second question," he continued, "the entity that created this place possesses only a tiny fraction of the power wielded by the true creator—about 0.00001% of their power, to be precise."

He paused for emphasis before elaborating further. "One of the abilities granted by this fraction of power is the ability to bring people back from the dead. Additionally, it includes the capability to pluck individuals from the past—such as Ursa, Zuko, and Azula's mother," Izuku explained, addressing the crowd's collective confusion.

"For those from Earth," he added, "bear with me. You'll have plenty of time to meet and mingle later." With a nod of acknowledgment, he concluded, "Now, as for Ursa, she hails from around the time when Zuko was ten years old. The present version of her has no recollection of her family, unfortunately."

A hand from the Earth planet rose, and Izuku nodded in acknowledgment, signaling for the individual to speak.

"What about our home worlds?" the speaker inquired, her concern palpable in her voice. "I mean, it looks like we'll be spending a long time here, and there are a lot of heroes on our planets that need to do their job, or else the whole country goes under."

Izuku's smile was serene as he addressed the Madame President of the HPSC. "Oh, as for the outside worlds," he replied calmly, "they're all frozen in time. You'll all spend time here, and when it's all said and done, you'll be sent back to your respective planets—hopefully with some bigger brains."

His words carried a sense of assurance, tempered by the gravity of the situation. In this strange and unfamiliar realm, uncertainty loomed large, but Izuku's assurance served as a beacon of hope, guiding them through the challenges that lay ahead.

"Now, that's about enough inquiries," Izuku declared, his tone carrying a hint of finality. "I have some things to attend to, so get comfortable. If there are any more questions, you can ask me later."

With a lazy wave, he turned and walked out of the cinema, leaving the crowd to settle in. As he exited, the lights dimmed, and the screen flickered to life.

Sokka leaned in toward Katara, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of magic is this?" he whispered, his voice filled with wonder.

Katara pushed his face away with a bemused smile. "Ask the green-haired guy after this," she replied in a hushed tone. "Because I know just as much as you do about what's happening here."

As they sat in the dimly lit cinema, the mystery of their surroundings lingered in the air, leaving them to contemplate the strange and extraordinary events unfolding before them.

As the countdown reached zero, the screen transitioned to a dimly lit room. A solitary chair sat in front of the screen, and then, a figure appeared and settled into it. The figure was obscured by a black blur, and the only visible detail was a white lab coat stained with blood.

A voice, firm but hushed, filled the room. "Audio log... unknown," it began. "The date is 12 October 2028. Location is Ipswich, United Kingdom. We're in lab 12 of the IFSRIV British branch. My name is Dr. Aleksy Śniegowski."

The gravity of the situation hung heavy in the air as Dr. Śniegowski continued. "I would not know how you got your hands on this recording, but that does not matter," he stated matter-of-factly. "I'll be dead in a few days anyway."

The chilling revelation left the audience stunned, their minds reeling with questions and uncertainty. In this dimly lit room, shrouded in mystery and intrigue, the truth behind Dr. Śniegowski's words remained elusive, leaving only darkness in its wake.

"Now, the result of Project Okeanos is a complete failure," Dr. Śniegowski's voice rang out, tinged with resignation. "The entity we captured has escaped containment and is roaming free around the lab. It has killed most of my colleagues, but luckily, Dr. Fleisch managed to lock the gates to the underground lab completely, keeping the entity inside."

A muffled screeching sound emanated from the room, prompting a deep sigh from Dr. Śniegowski. "Now, this entity we captured is classified as a celestial being," he continued, his tone grave. "This being was found in September of 2009 in the Medway River near Rochester."

He paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in before elaborating further. "The skin of the celestial being is completely rotten," he explained, his voice carrying a hint of dread. "Its flesh is an icy blue, with multiple gouges across its skin reported. Its eyes also have a yellow hue to them."

The description painted a grim picture of the entity lurking within the confines of the lab, its otherworldly nature sending shivers down the spines of those who listened. In this dimly lit room, Dr. Śniegowski's words carried a sense of urgency, underscoring the imminent danger posed by the escaped celestial being.

Dr. Śniegowski pointed directly at the camera, his expression serious. "Now, you might be asking yourself, what is a celestial being?" he began, his voice tinged with urgency. "According to our research, a celestial being is an entity that somehow finds its way to a planet and attempts to merge with a human soul."

He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle in before continuing. "We do not know why they seek to merge with humans," he admitted, his tone troubled. "Despite our attempts to communicate with them, they never provide clear answers. All we understand is that it has something to do with hiding from something—what that something is, we may never know."

Dr. Śniegowski's gaze remained fixed on the camera as he delivered his next revelation. "When a celestial being merges with a person," he explained, "it appears that the individual gains an ability from the being."

The implications of his words were profound, casting a shadow of uncertainty over the room. In this dimly lit space, the mystery of the celestial beings loomed large, leaving those who listened to ponder the enigmatic nature of these otherworldly entities and the potential dangers they posed.

The screeching returned, its intensity amplified and its source seemingly closer. Dr. Śniegowski braced himself as he continued his explanation. "Now, the ability bestowed upon individuals by celestial beings is never the same," he stated, his voice barely audible over the cacophony. "While some may appear similar, each possesses a unique quality—almost like a special part of you, akin to a quirk."

He glanced around the room, noting the reactions of his audience, before continuing. "My colleagues have taken to calling them Meta abilities," he added, his tone grave.

Nezu, the principal, pieced together the puzzle with a sense of realization. "This is how quirks came to be..." he murmured, his words barely audible.

Shouta, seated nearby, turned to Nezu with a furrowed brow. "What do you mean, Nezu?" he inquired, his interest piqued.

Nezu's response was swift and decisive. "Quirks aren't a result of evolution," he explained, his voice tinged with revelation. "It appears we obtained them from these celestial beings..."

Shouta's eyes widened as the pieces fell into place, the implications of Nezu's revelation dawning upon him. "Oh..." he breathed, his understanding deepening with each passing moment.

Dr. Śniegowski's demeanor shifted as he reached for a pistol lying off-camera, his actions swift and decisive. With a click, he pulled back the hammer, his grip firm and unwavering.

"Now, 9 out of 10 times," he continued, his voice steady despite the gravity of his words, "the celestial being seems to, in a way, corrupt the soul. We do not yet understand why, but I have to hope that my colleagues at lab 13 will figure it out."

He pressed the gun against his temple, his expression resolute. "The celestial being that has escaped containment is called Chæ̀ k̄hæ̆ng. Or at least, that's what it calls itself," he revealed, his tone tinged with resignation. "This being, whenever it merges with a soul, bestows powers related to ice manipulation or resistance against the cold. But in turn, it changes the personality of the individual completely."

Dr. Śniegowski's voice grew somber as he continued. "A kind and compassionate individual was tested, and she came back a cold psychopath," he explained, his words heavy with regret. "It has been reported that it can freeze the water in your body, and as this same entity is slowly banging on the door, I would rather not find out how that feels like. It may be cowardice to take the easy way out, but I couldn't care less."

With a finality that hung heavy in the air, the doctor pulled the trigger. But before anything further was shown, the camera abruptly cut to black, leaving the fate of Dr. Śniegowski shrouded in uncertainty.

As the chilling recording came to an end, the room fell into a stunned silence. Kyoshi's usually stoic expression softened, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sorrow and determination. All Might, or Toshinori Yagi, stood with a somber posture, his usual bright demeanor overshadowed by a sense of gravity.

Inko Midoriya sat frozen, her hands trembling slightly as she processed the harrowing revelations. Sokka's eyes widened in disbelief, his usual wit subdued by the weight of the situation. Aang's normally carefree expression turned solemn, his mind racing with the implications of Dr. Śniegowski's words.

Yangchen and Kuruk exchanged knowing glances, a shared understanding passing between them. Ozai's expression remained unreadable, his mind undoubtedly calculating the potential ramifications of the information revealed. Azula's usually composed demeanor faltered, a flicker of uncertainty betraying her outward composure.

Nezu's small frame seemed to shrink as he absorbed the gravity of the situation, his whiskers twitching with unease. Shouta Aizawa's typically stern countenance softened slightly, a hint of sadness clouding his gaze as he contemplated the implications of the recording.

In the dimly lit room, each individual grappled with their own emotions, their thoughts consumed by the unsettling truths unveiled by Dr. Śniegowski's final message. As the weight of the revelation settled upon them, they found themselves united by a shared sense of determination—to confront the looming threat of the celestial beings and protect their respective worlds from their sinister influence.

On the screen, text began to appear, detailing the tragic events that unfolded on that fateful day. "Dr. Aleksy Śniegowski. Born: August 16, 1983. Death: October 12, 2028. Cause of Death: Gunshot wound to the head, likely suicide. He was discovered alone in a locked room within Lab 12, which showed signs of extensive damage. Multiple researchers were found deceased, including Dr. Detlev Fleisch, Dr. Kyler Faulkner, Dr. Harrison Seward, and Prof. Mehr Alinejad. They were either suffering from severe hypothermia or had been frozen to death."

The text continued, revealing the grim fate of the entity known as Chæ̀ k̄hæ̆ng. "The entity Chæ̀ k̄hæ̆ng was found deceased, with the words 'Those who abandon the Creator shall face the wrath of a thousand suns' carved into the wall where it was impaled," read the official report from the IFSRIV, signed by Head-Researcher Alberts Ozols.

As the words flickered on the screen, the gravity of the tragedy weighed heavily on those present, each grappling with the aftermath of the catastrophic events that had unfolded within Lab 12.

Nana Shimura's expression softened with sorrow as she read the text on the screen, her thoughts drifting to the loss of her colleague and the tragic fate that befell him.

Zuko's eyes narrowed in grim determination, his jaw clenched as he absorbed the details of the report. Memories of his own struggles with inner turmoil and redemption flashed through his mind, fueling his resolve to confront the darkness that lurked within.

Rumi's typically confident demeanor faltered for a moment, her usually vibrant energy dimming as she processed the gravity of the situation. Despite the uncertainty that loomed ahead, she remained steadfast in her commitment to protect those under her care.

Denki Kaminari's expression shifted from surprise to concern, his mind racing with questions about the events that transpired within Lab 12. Though unsure of what to make of the revelations, he resolved to seek answers and confront the challenges that lay ahead.

Kyoka Jiro's brow furrowed in contemplation as she absorbed the grim details of the report. Thoughts of the dangers that lurked in the shadows weighed heavily on her mind, yet she remained resolute in her determination to stand against the darkness.

Momo Yaoyorozu's features softened with empathy as she read the account of the tragic events that unfolded within Lab 12. Despite the sadness that gripped her heart, she found solace in the knowledge that the courage and sacrifices of those who perished would not be forgotten.

The camera panned over to another room, bathed in clear lighting, where a figure sat behind a desk. Their face obscured by a black box, the figure exuded an air of authority, clad in a black trench coat reminiscent of military attire.

A voice off-camera broke the silence, asking, "Are you familiar with Chæ̀ k̄hæ̆ng?" The figure's response was curt, their voice deep and devoid of warmth. "No, not really. Refresh my memory if I'm supposed to," they demanded.

As the reporter provided a brief overview of Chæ̀ k̄hæ̆ng's history, the figure's tone remained detached. "Ah, that one," they remarked casually. "Oh yes, I ran a spear through its gut, didn't I? It's been quite some time, about a decade. I've dispatched many more since then. After the 200th kill, it all becomes a blur."

When asked about the extent of their killings, the figure chuckled darkly. "Too many to count, boy," they admitted with a hint of amusement. "I've traversed countless planets and systems, extinguishing celestial beings wherever I find them. On some planets, there may be a maximum of 500. But Earth? It's a different story. With over a billion beings, it's become quite the hotspot."

Their voice took on a note of frustration as they continued, "I've spent millennia on this planet, inhabiting vessel after vessel. In my four billion years of existence, I've never lingered more than 200 years on any other planet. Earth is proving to be... tedious, to say the least."

The camera captured the figure leaning in, their demeanor intense as they divulged their current vessel's identity. "A Japanese fellow," they revealed, their tone laced with a hint of satisfaction. "He's opted to target humans rather than deities, concocting a gas designed to exterminate individuals with quirks and, by extension, celestial beings. It does make one wonder why I never considered such a method."

As the screen faded to black, text materialized, providing crucial details about the interview. "Interview with {Censored} Kraub. Nicknamed 'The Black Vulture.' Date of interview: April 11, 2324. Three weeks before worldwide collapse."

The ominous implications of the interview hung heavily in the air, hinting at the impending cataclysm that loomed on the horizon.

Nezu's typically composed demeanor faltered for a moment as he processed the significance of the date mentioned. "2324... a year in the future," he echoed softly, his mind racing with implications and questions about the mysterious interview.

Nemuri Kayama, known for her sharp wit and quick thinking, raised an eyebrow at the revelation. "The future?" she mused aloud, her voice tinged with curiosity and concern. "What could this mean for us?"

Hizashi Yamada's expression shifted to one of apprehension as he considered the implications of the date. "The future... it's hard to comprehend," he remarked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "What kind of world awaits us in 2324?"

Anan Kurose, usually calm and collected, frowned thoughtfully as she absorbed the information. "2324... it's beyond our time," she noted, her voice tinged with a mixture of intrigue and unease. "What secrets does the future hold, and how do they affect our present?"

The screen flickered to life once more, revealing the enigmatic figure whose face remained obscured by a black blur. Their voice, however, carried a weight of authority and perhaps a hint of bitterness as they addressed their unseen audience.

"Hello to anyone watching this," the figure began, their tone dry and devoid of sympathy. "I hope this video finds you well. Probably not, seeing how 70% of the human population on Earth is dead, gassed, and burned. But I could care less."

The figure continued, delving into the origins of the celestial beings, or spirits, as they referred to them. "Real pieces of shit, those are," they remarked casually, their disdain palpable. "Where did they come from? That, I don't even know. All I know is that most of them rebelled or turned against the almighty creator and had to run before they ended up like Satan."

They recounted tales of powerful entities like Yeleb, who eschewed human hosts in favor of creating a clan of demons, of which the figure claimed to be a part. "Yeleb pretty much just committed every crime against humanity for reasons I would never know, because it's dead," they explained matter-of-factly.

As the figure delved deeper into the complexities of celestial beings and their motivations, they revealed a chilling insight into their nature. "Those that try and get human hosts... why?" they mused aloud. "Well, a human is made in the image of the creator, so the creator can't hurt them if they're hiding in the soul of this human. And why not corrupt the soul while they're there anyway, out of spite."

The revelations offered by the figure left more questions than answers, leaving the viewer to ponder the implications of their words in the midst of a world torn apart by devastation.

The figure's voice remained detached as they continued their monologue, unaffected by the grim reality they described. "Now, when my vessel is finished here, I'll get going to another planet," they announced casually, their tone tinged with resignation. "It goes by the name of Huānga. It has even more shitstains than here, and that speaks a lot."

Despite the bleak prospects awaiting them on the next planet, the figure showed no sign of emotion. "I won't have fun," they admitted bluntly, "but oh well, a deal is a deal."

Their words hinted at a life of perpetual motion, driven by some unseen agreement or obligation, leaving behind a trail of destruction and despair with each new destination.

The screen transitioned to black, followed by the appearance of stark black and white text. "A small explanation given by {Censored-error error)," the text read, "A small explanation given by Gimei Kraub as to why Celestial beings seek humans. Dated March 25, 2325."

Azula's eyes narrowed as she absorbed the implications of the information. The notion of celestial beings seeking humans for unknown purposes seemed to intrigue her, sparking a flicker of curiosity behind her typically composed exterior.

Sozin's expression shifted to one of guarded interest. His mind seemed to be racing with thoughts about the potential significance of celestial beings and their motivations, perhaps pondering how this knowledge could be harnessed for his own ambitions.

Ozai's demeanor remained inscrutable, but a glint of calculation appeared in his eyes. The concept of beings seeking humans as vessels likely piqued his interest, potentially offering new avenues for power or control.

Ursa's expression betrayed a mix of concern and fascination. The idea of celestial beings targeting humans for their own purposes raised questions about the nature of these beings and their relationship with humanity.

Azulon's face remained stern and contemplative. The revelation about celestial beings seeking humans likely prompted thoughts about the broader implications for the Fire Nation and its legacy.

Katara's features registered a blend of curiosity and wariness. The notion of beings with mysterious intentions targeting humans was unsettling, hinting at a deeper layer of cosmic intrigue beyond her understanding.

With a nonchalant demeanor, Izuku reappeared in the room, his presence contrasting with the gravity of the information just revealed. Covered in dark purple blood, he addressed the assembled individuals. "Alright, I hope everyone had fun," he began, his tone indifferent, "but that's it for today. Go have some fun or something; I don't care."

As he glanced at his notes, a scoff escaped him. "Ah, great, just fantastic," he muttered sarcastically. "The NCC. Hope you all like seeing the HPSC screw up a country six ways to Sunday."

His words left an air of uncertainty, as if the impending topic carried weighty consequences that few could fully grasp.

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The cinema emptied, leaving a tense atmosphere in its wake. Lifelong enemies stood at a respectful distance, their animosity simmering beneath the surface, yet restrained by an unspoken agreement. It was as if an invisible barrier separated them, preventing any physical altercation despite the palpable tension in the air.

As the crowd dispersed, a sense of unease lingered, overshadowing the interactions that followed. Some adhered to the timetable, making their way to the cafeteria, while others opted to remain behind, their minds preoccupied with the weight of recent revelations.

At one table, Ty Lee, Azula, and Mai engaged in conversation, their voices hushed as they exchanged words. Their attention was drawn to a lone figure nearby, a girl named Himiko Toga, whose intense gaze had fixated on them. Sensing her curiosity, Azula extended an invitation, prompting Himiko to join their group.

Meanwhile, across the cafeteria, most of Class 1-A congregated together, their camaraderie evident as they shared stories and laughter. However, notable absences marked the gathering, with Bakugou's absence notably conspicuous. His indifference to the communal meal was palpable, reflecting his solitary disposition.

Todoroki and Mineta occupied separate tables, each lost in their own thoughts, their isolation a stark contrast to the lively interactions surrounding them. Despite their physical proximity, they remained distant, their internal struggles mirrored in their solitary presence.

At another table, Katara, Sokka, Aang, and Toph sat alongside past avatars and members of the Kyoshi Warriors. Their shared history bound them together, fostering a sense of unity amidst the uncertainty that loomed over them.

As they exchanged stories and shared experiences, a sense of solidarity emerged, bridging the divide between past and present. In this moment of connection, their differences faded into the background, replaced by a shared sense of purpose and determination.

Throughout the cafeteria, conversations ebbed and flowed, punctuated by moments of introspection and camaraderie. Despite the challenges that lay ahead, there was a glimmer of hope in the air, fueled by the bonds of friendship and the resilience of the human spirit.

At one table, Zuko sat in silence, his gaze meeting Ursa's with a mixture of apprehension and longing. Her smile was a beacon of warmth amidst the uncertainty that surrounded them, her presence a reminder of the family bonds that endured across time and space.

Ursa's curiosity was palpable as she regarded her son, her eyes alight with intrigue and affection. She had arrived just a day before the fateful events that had reshaped their lives, leaving her eager to understand the circumstances that had led to Zuko's sudden transformation from a ten-year-old boy to a sixteen-year-old young man.

Zuko hesitated, grappling with the weight of his experiences and the desire to shield his mother from the harsh realities he had faced. With a soft smile, he began to recount some of his adventures, weaving a tale that painted a picture of resilience and growth, yet omitting certain details that he deemed too painful or complex to share.

Across the table, Iroh engaged in conversation with his son, Lu Ten, who had returned from the past just a week before his tragic death on the battlefield. Their exchange was filled with a sense of bittersweet nostalgia, as they reminisced about moments shared and lessons learned.

Despite the inevitability of their eventual separation, father and son savored the opportunity to reconnect, their bond strengthened by the trials they had endured and the love that had endured across time and space. In this moment of reunion, they found solace in each other's presence, drawing strength from the enduring ties of family and kinship.

As Ozai strolled across the field alongside his father, Azulon, their conversation brimmed with the weight of strategic considerations and military plans. Each step they took echoed with the gravity of their discussions, as they deliberated over potential courses of action and the implications of their decisions.

Meanwhile, Sozin sat upon a weathered bench, bathed in the gentle glow of the sun's rays, his eyes closed in quiet contemplation. With each breath, he sought solace in the tranquility of the moment, his mind attuned to the rhythms of nature and the whispers of the wind.

In the library, Nezu's small form was dwarfed by the towering shelves of books that surrounded him, his keen intellect focused on the pursuit of knowledge and understanding. With each page he turned, he delved deeper into the annals of history, seeking insights that might illuminate the path forward in these uncertain times.

Across the compound, All Might and Nana Shimura stood side by side in the training gym, their formidable presence a testament to their years of experience and dedication to their craft. With each strike and parry, they honed their skills and pushed themselves to new heights, their commitment to justice unwavering in the face of adversity.

Izuku sat comfortably in his office, a steaming cup of coffee in hand, its aroma filling the room with a comforting warmth. Across from him sat Kyoshi, her presence commanding yet poised, as she prepared to broach the subject at hand.

"Is there something you need, Avatar Kyoshi?" Izuku inquired, his tone neutral as he regarded her with mild interest.

Kyoshi responded in kind, her voice steady and composed. "Just a couple of questions I want answered, that's all," she stated matter-of-factly, her expression betraying little emotion.

Izuku took a casual sip of his coffee before gesturing for her to continue. "Go ahead, I've got nothing better to do," he offered casually, his demeanor relaxed despite the weight of their conversation.

Kyoshi crossed her arms, a thoughtful expression crossing her features as she began her inquiry. "Well, first of all, how do you know everyone's names, or at least the names of everyone here?" she questioned, her tone curious yet probing.

Izuku met her gaze evenly, his response measured and confident. "Because I know all of you," he explained calmly, his voice tinged with a hint of certainty. "Well, not the 'you' you, but the versions of you from my universe. Plus, I've got a good memory," he added with a casual shrug, as if it were a simple matter of fact.

Kyoshi's curiosity piqued as she posed her next question. "What are quirks exactly?" she inquired, her tone laced with genuine interest.

Izuku considered her question thoughtfully before responding. "You can see it as personalized bending in some sort," he began, drawing a parallel to the familiar concept of bending within the Avatar universe. "Everyone is unique in a way, so one guy can cry blood, the other has a cactus for a head," he explained, his tone matter-of-fact. "It's a wide spectrum, really," he concluded, emphasizing the diverse nature of quirks and their manifestations.

Kyoshi absorbed his explanation with a thoughtful hum before proceeding to her next inquiry. "Alright, who brought us here?" she asked, her tone tinged with curiosity.

Izuku's response was concise and to the point. "The guy in the previous video, the one with the black trench coat," he clarified, referencing the enigmatic figure from the recorded interview.

Kyoshi's weariness seemed to deepen as she posed her next question. "How do you know us? Seeing how you're from Earth, not Huānga," she asked, her tone tinged with skepticism.

Izuku's response, however, was cryptic, leaving more questions than answers. "I think I'll let the screen explain the moment Gimei puts my file in," he remarked, alluding to a forthcoming revelation.

Kyoshi raised an eyebrow at his enigmatic response. "Your file?" she inquired, seeking clarification.

Izuku simply shrugged in response. "Trust me, even I didn't know it existed," he admitted. "Apparently someone made an analogy about me. Don't know who, but it'll be played, like, after the NCC or IRE probably, maybe after the IFSRIV video. Who knows, who knows," he concluded with a dismissive wave of his hand, implying that the details would become clearer in due time.

As the clock ticked, Izuku let out a sigh. "Oh, would you look at that, it's time," he remarked, rising from his desk and retrieving a device. "Now, how does this thing work again..."

Pressing a few buttons, the device emitted a series of beeps, and in an instant, everyone found themselves back in the cinema. Izuku stood once more in front of the screen, addressing the assembled group. "Welcome back, everyone. I hope nobody was doing anything inappropriate, or uh, this would be very awkward," he quipped, breaking the tension with a touch of humor.

As Izuku exited the cinema, the lights dimmed, plunging the room into darkness. The screen went black, and white text appeared, bearing a cautionary message: "The following recording has been banned in multiple 'free' countries. We are not responsible if you face legal consequences for viewing this tape."

The trumpet of the song "Karadžić, Lead Your Serbs" blares through the speakers as the screen transitions to a cityscape captured by a security camera. It focuses on a bustling shopping mall, its modernity striking to those unfamiliar with such sights. However, the illusion of tranquility is shattered when one of the bustling stands erupts into a fiery explosion.

The cacophony of sirens and screams fills the air, juxtaposed against the haunting melody of the song. The chaos unfolds before the viewers' eyes, the scene both shocking and surreal. For those from less developed planets, the scene is especially jarring, their senses overwhelmed by the sudden violence.

As the screen fades to black, stark white text appears, delivering grim details: "July 12, 2026. Location: Kitano Shopping Mall, Tokyo, Japan. Time: 10:15 AM. Multiple explosive devices detonate within various shops of the mall. Armed assailants storm the premises, indiscriminately targeting innocent civilians."

"Law enforcement finds themselves overwhelmed by the magnitude of the situation, rendering them unable to respond effectively. In response, a specialized task force known as the National Crisis Committee is swiftly mobilized. Despite the chaos, they manage to apprehend or neutralize the armed assailants within a tense ten-minute standoff. This has become a grim reality persisting for over a century."

The scene shifted to an elderly man seated amidst towering bookshelves filled with volumes of knowledge. Text materialized on the screen introducing him: "History Professor Shō Tomioka of Ōtani University. Age: 82." With a measured tone, he began to impart his wisdom.

"The National Crisis Committee emerged as an Anti-Crime and Anti-Terror paramilitary and intelligence entity in August of 1940. Initially designated as the 4th Imperial Border Unit, it was under the command of Lieutenant Colonel Yūksuku Haibochī. Their primary deployment was in what we now refer to as the Da Hinggan Ling Prefecture in Manchuria. Their mandate encompassed maintaining order in the region and fortifying it against potential incursions, notably from the Soviet Union.

However, fate took an unexpected turn. The unit never engaged in combat during the tumult of the Second World War. Instead, with the devastation wrought by the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, their purpose shifted dramatically. They were repurposed to the solemn task of evacuating survivors and undertaking the grim duty of cleaning up the aftermath—both the physical debris and the emotional scars left in the wake of tragedy."

The professor paused momentarily, adjusting his glasses before continuing. "It wasn't until a month following the bombings that the unit was officially rebranded as the National Crisis Committee. At this juncture, Haibochī assumed the mantle of head director, a role he fulfilled from 1940, during its border unit inception, until September of 1945, when he chose to step down."

On the screen, a haunting image of Nagasaki materialized, rendered in stark black and white. Debris littered the landscape, with the silhouette of a partially collapsed building looming in the distance. Among the wreckage, a grim tableau emerged—a pile of bodies, meticulously arranged, while figures clad in rudimentary hazmat attire stood nearby. One of them gripped a bolt-action rifle, its butt resting on the ground as his hand steadied the forestock, a silent sentinel amidst the aftermath of destruction.

The professor paused, his throat rasping as he cleared it before continuing. "Initially, their purpose was unclear. Were they an evacuation unit, a cleanup crew, or perhaps forensic specialists? It wasn't until the summer of 1955, specifically on the 19th of July, that their true role crystallized. In the tranquil town of Iitate stood the venerable Zennoji Buddhist temple. On that fateful day, three Hindu extremists brazenly stormed the temple grounds, wielding makeshift pistols. In their wake, they left one innocent woman dead and held a dozen others, ten of whom were monks, as hostages."

The professor raised a finger, emphasizing his point. "A few kilometers away stood a modest building owned by the National Crisis Committee. Upon receiving the distress call, they swiftly mobilized in coordination with the local police. However, both parties found themselves uncertain about the appropriate course of action. In response, certain members of Division Zeta within the National Crisis Committee—mind you, this division was disbanded in 1978—accessed their stockpile of Type 100 submachine guns. Armed with these weapons, they strategically encircled the building, positioning a Type 11 light machine gun outside as a deterrent. With precision and speed, they stormed the premises, catching the assailants off guard. In the ensuing confrontation, the extremists were swiftly subdued. One met his demise within the building, another succumbed to injuries in the hospital, while the third was apprehended and sentenced to a lifetime behind bars."

Tomioka chuckled softly, his amusement evident. "This incident attracted the attention of significant figures on the global stage, one of whom was Allen W. Dulles, then Director of the CIA. Dulles perceived in the NCC a potential ally in Asia. Given the prevailing geopolitical landscape with China and the Soviet Union looming as threats, having a steadfast ally in Japan was deemed a strategic coup. Thus, Dulles covertly funneled funds into the NCC, dispatched operatives to train and mentor its members, and facilitated the expansion of the organization. With bolstered financial resources and a proficiently trained cadre, the National Crisis Committee burgeoned into a formidable entity. Two distinct armies emerged: Army Skull and Army Haibochi, each comprising sixteen divisions. Recognizing the antiquity of their weaponry, Dulles orchestrated the clandestine acquisition of modern armaments, ensuring the arrival of M14 and M15 rifles via 'lost' shipments."

As the narrative unfolded on the screen, Nezu watched intently, his sharp intellect absorbing every detail. His whiskers twitched imperceptibly as he processed the historical significance of the National Crisis Committee's evolution.

Eijiro Kirishima's expression hardened, his jaw set with determination, as he grappled with the implications of armed conflict and the valor displayed by the NCC.

Shoto Todoroki's gaze remained impassive, though a flicker of intrigue danced in his heterochromatic eyes, pondering the geopolitical ramifications of clandestine alliances. Katsuki Bakugou's usual scowl deepened, his crimson irises ablaze with a volatile mixture of skepticism and begrudging respect for the strategic prowess exhibited by Dulles and the NCC.

Mina Ashido leaned forward, her curiosity piqued, absorbing the narrative with a mix of fascination and apprehension, her vibrant personality momentarily subdued by the gravity of the historical account.

Aang's brow furrowed in confusion as he struggled to grasp the unfamiliar concepts presented in the historical account. The mention of weapons and military divisions left him perplexed, as did references to the CIA, China, and the Soviet Union. These foreign terms and organizations were beyond his realm of understanding, belonging to a world vastly different from his own. Yet, amidst the collective bewilderment of his fellow companions, Aang remained determined to seek clarity. He resolved to approach Izuku, the enigmatic figure who seemed to possess knowledge beyond their comprehension, and unravel the mysteries of this unfamiliar narrative.

"Over the next decade, amidst events like Typhoon Vera, the Asama-Sansō incident, the Great Hanshin earthquake, and various terrorist attacks including the Matsumoto sarin attack and Tokyo subway sarin attack, the NCC remained a constant presence, offering aid in cleanup efforts and pursuing perpetrators," the professor recounted, pausing briefly to address a bout of Pharyngitis. "Apologies for the interruption. Now, as the 2000s unfolded, the NCC faced a pressing issue: dwindling manpower. Initial attempts to recruit locally proved fruitless, as fewer young men expressed interest in joining. In response, they turned to a novel solution: foreign recruitment. Immigrants seeking entry into the country were offered an opportunity: pass a test, serve three years in the NCC, and gain citizenship. For many, particularly those from the Eastern Bloc facing unemployment after the dissolution of their governments, this was an enticing proposition. Former KGB agents, East German soldiers displaced after reunification, Polish ex-SB operatives, and others flocked to join the ranks of the NCC, replenishing its numbers."

As the presentation unfolded, Shota Aizawa's expression remained impassive, his eyes flickering with a hint of contemplation. Ectoplasm's gaze sharpened, his brow furrowing slightly as he absorbed the information, likely considering its implications for their line of work. Nemuri Kayama leaned forward, her interest piqued, a faint smile playing on her lips as she listened intently. Meanwhile, Yoichi Shigaraki's features twisted into a mixture of curiosity and skepticism, his mind undoubtedly processing the details with a critical eye.

"And most of these individuals were already trained to some extent. By this time, the NCC had four armies: Army Skull with 21 Divisions, Army Haibochi with 19, and the two new ones, Army Rolvsson and Army Undead, each with 10 divisions. It was fortunate that the foreign recruitment campaign succeeded, as in 2009, an incident occurred that nearly sparked the second Japanese civil war."

The screen fades to black as white text emerges, detailing the chilling events: "Date: 07/04/2009. Location: Matsuda's Little Coffee Shop, Kurume, Japan. Time: 07:18 PM. Incident: A group of five individuals, comprising four males and one female, enter the local coffee shop. Two of them, identified as 22-year-old Sachiko Morikawa and 27-year-old Kōsuke Kita, take seats near the entrance. Meanwhile, 25-year-old Youta Shinozaki and 31-year-old Rokurou Ito occupy separate tables by the windows. Lastly, 19-year-old Fuku Adachi approaches the register, feigns perusing the menu, and then abruptly draws a Ruger Hawkeye single-shot pistol, fatally shooting 37-year-old Tsuru Matsuda in the head."

The scene shifts to a security camera feed from inside the shop, capturing the figure of Tsuru Matsuda standing behind the counter. As the group of five, most of them masked, enter the frame, one individual, presumably Fuku Adachi, moves decisively toward the counter. Although the audio is indistinct, Tsuru's voice is heard, presumably asking for Fuku's order. Suddenly, Fuku brandishes a pistol and fires at Tsuru. Though the image blurs momentarily, the unmistakable sound of the gunshot and the ensuing muffled screams pierce through the recording.

The recording pauses, and white text overlays the scene, quoting an anonymous eyewitness: "The shooter reloaded another bullet into the gun, and at that moment, some other individuals in the café stood up and brandished pistols and knives." “After a thorough examination of the camera footage and the recovery of the weapons mentioned, it has been confirmed that Youta Shinozaki and Rokurou Ito were both carrying Ruger LCR handguns. Kōsuke Kita was identified as possessing a Ruger 22 Charger Pistol, while Sachiko Morikawa was found with a switchblade. Additionally, Kōsuke Kita was observed brandishing his firearm, gesturing to those present inside the café not to attempt to flee.”

"Due to the unclear audio, the dialogue spoken by the assailants was reconstructed based on eyewitness accounts. It is reported that Fuku Adachi initiated communication, stating, 'Someone call the police, we need them here, to negotiate,' before Sachiko Morikawa seized a hostage's phone and contacted the authorities. This sequence of events was captured in the following recording."

The screen fades to black as a voiceover begins, "Hello, this is 110, how can I be of assistance?" A young adult female voice, likely Sachiko Morikawa, responds, "Yes, we are with the Free Morish Society. We're at this coffee shop and already have some hostages. My friend already shot one, and every day that Saburō Morish is not released from custody, we will kill another one." The line abruptly goes silent.

The screen transitions to black once more as text emerges, "The local police were swiftly deployed, establishing a perimeter around the building. Soon after, the Special Assault Team (SAT) was also dispatched. However, it became apparent that this wasn't an isolated incident, as multiple buildings across Kurume—seven in total—were under siege. Each commercial building harbored between five to ten armed assailants, holding civilians hostage. Similar crises were unfolding nationwide, from Kagoshima to Sapporo. Consequently, a collaborative effort between the police, SAT, NCC, and the Japanese Self-Defense Forces and Coast Guard was orchestrated."

"We'll now tune into footage captured by various news teams on location." The screen shifts to a news station where two anchors sit in their studio. One of them begins, "Good evening, everyone. I'm your host, Sammy Barley, and we bring you breaking news today from Japan, where a wave of panic has swept the nation. Multiple buildings are under siege by the Free Morish Society, a group demanding the release of 71-year-old Saburō Morish. Morish is currently in custody and facing trial for the murders of at least six teenagers—two male and four female. Japanese law enforcement has surrounded most of these buildings, but a tense standoff persists. Now, we turn to our reporter, Grace Falkner, who is at one of the scenes in Sasebo. Grace, could you give us an update?"

The scene transitions to Grace, positioned near a building barricaded with multiple obstacles. She addresses the audience, "Sammy, behind me is a souvenir shop that was stormed by seven individuals armed with various firearms just a few hours ago. Law enforcement was alerted by a bystander, prompting the assailants to barricade themselves inside. Negotiations have yet to commence, and authorities are maintaining their positions. Wait, it seems there's some activity. Camera crew, follow me." Grace approaches a heavily armed man standing near a van. She initiates a conversation, "Good day, I'm Grace Falkner from Channel 22 News. Would you be willing to answer a few questions for our viewers, Mr...?" The man introduces himself, "Sergeant Gavriil Kozlov, National Crisis Committee. It depends on the nature of your inquiry, ma'am."

The interview proceeded swiftly, with Sergeant Kozlov attempting to address most of Grace's inquiries. However, the significance of this footage lies beyond the dialogue exchanged. As Grace extends her gratitude to Gavriil, a sudden gunshot echoes, causing her to collapse. In response, Gavriil urgently directs incomprehensible commands to the cameraman, likely advising the crew to seek shelter while communicating via his radio.

The screen transitioned to black, accompanied by explanatory white text: "The assailant, identified as 23-year-old Susumu Kawakami, wielded a Milkor BXP submachine gun. Despite efforts to trace the source of these firearms, their origin remains unknown."

"Grace Falkner was swiftly transported to a hospital but succumbed to her injuries en route. Following this tragic event, negotiations were abruptly terminated. The situation escalated further, as not only was Falkner a United States citizen, but multiple American tourists were also among the hostages in these establishments across Japan. The Japanese authorities, initially inclined toward peaceful resolution, found themselves unable to restrain the National Crisis Committee. Operation Nozawa, named in honor of police officer Ryōsuke Nozawa, who apprehended Morish, received governmental approval. Fearing reprisal from the United States, Japan was compelled to authorize this intervention."

The reactions in the cinema were as diverse as the individuals themselves. Some sat on the edges of their seats, eyes glued to the screen, absorbing every detail with rapt attention. Others fidgeted nervously, their brows furrowed in concern as the tense atmosphere of the unfolding events gripped them.

Nezu, the astute principal of U.A. High School, watched intently, his small frame leaning forward as he processed the gravity of the situation. His keen intellect seemed to be already formulating strategies and contingencies.

Eijiro Kirishima, known for his indomitable spirit, clenched his fists tightly, his jaw set with determination. Despite the chaos depicted on the screen, his resolve remained unshaken, a testament to his unwavering courage.

Shoto Todoroki, usually composed and reserved, showed a rare flicker of emotion, his heterochromatic eyes reflecting a mix of concern and intrigue. As the events unfolded, he seemed to be analyzing the situation, perhaps considering its implications for the world around him.

Katsuki Bakugou, ever the explosive personality, leaned back in his seat with a scowl, arms folded defiantly across his chest. His crimson eyes burned with a fierce intensity, betraying his impatience with the unfolding drama.

Mina Ashido, known for her vibrant personality, gasped audibly at the unfolding chaos, her hands flying to cover her mouth in shock. Despite her initial surprise, she seemed captivated by the unfolding narrative, unable to tear her gaze away from the screen.

Each individual in the cinema reacted differently to the unfolding events, reflecting their unique perspectives and personalities. Yet, amidst the diversity of responses, a shared sense of anticipation hung in the air, binding them together in a collective experience of suspense and intrigue.

"Warning: The following footage contains graphic depictions of violence, death, and warfare. Viewer discretion is advised."

The screen returned to Professor Shō Tomioka in his office, ready to delve into his analysis. "I believe the Free Morish Society (F.M.S.) carried out these attacks under the mistaken assumption that they could challenge the power of the National Crisis Committee without consequence," he explained. "However, what followed was a stark reminder of who truly holds authority and who are the real perpetrators of terror."

The scene shifted to a moonlit field, where a figure knelt with a bag over their head, flanked by two masked individuals in black body armor, their faces obscured by metallic skull masks. A new arrival, identified as Shinobu Mochizuki, stepped forward in a navy blue jacket and service cap, holding a pistol.

Speaking in Japanese with subtitles provided, Mochizuki addressed the viewers. "To those watching who are safe, I hope you remain unharmed," he began. "To the hostages enduring this ordeal, stay resilient—your rescue is imminent. And to those who hold innocent lives captive, threatening to kill them unless we release a convicted criminal, know that your time is running short."

Mochizuki's tone was unwavering as he continued, "I am Shinobu Mochizuki, the Head-Director of the National Crisis Committee. For those unfamiliar with my name, I stand here ready to execute this individual," he gestured toward the kneeling figure. "And to those questioning my actions, know that I am prepared to follow through."

As the footage unfolded, Aang's expression shifted from confusion to concern, his brows furrowing as he watched the scene unfold. He glanced around, catching the eyes of his companions—Katara, Sokka, Toph, and the past avatars—seeking reassurance or understanding.

Katara's features hardened with resolve, her eyes reflecting a mixture of empathy for the hostages and determination to see justice served. She exchanged a somber nod with Aang, silently acknowledging the gravity of the situation.

Sokka's jaw tightened, his usual jovial demeanor giving way to a more serious and focused expression. He leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed on the screen as he absorbed the unfolding events, mentally processing the implications.

Toph's typically brash demeanor softened momentarily, replaced by a contemplative intensity as she absorbed the gravity of the situation. Though her outward expression remained stoic, her clenched fists betrayed the underlying tension she felt.

Across the room, the past avatars exchanged solemn glances, their collective wisdom and experience adding weight to the unfolding crisis. Their shared concern mirrored that of the others, a silent acknowledgment of the seriousness of the situation and the need for decisive action.

Mochizuki removed the bag from the person's head, revealing the elderly face of Saburō Morish, the very man the terrorists demanded to be released. With a grim expression, Mochizuki addressed the camera, his voice heavy with resolve. "This is Saburō Morish, the man you seek to free, and the casualty of your actions." He positioned himself behind Morish, the pistol pressed firmly against his head. "May your cause perish with him." Without hesitation, Mochizuki pulled the trigger, the image blurred by the sudden eruption of violence as Morish's form crumpled to the ground, blood staining the earth.

Turning to the camera, Mochizuki's tone hardened. "To those who defy the sanctity of life with their acts of terror, know this: the rules of civilized warfare do not extend to those who prey upon the innocent. Your fate is sealed by your own hands." His words echoed with an unyielding resolve, a stark warning to those who dared to challenge the authority of the National Crisis Committee.

The screen fades to black, leaving behind a chilling silence as a haunting quote appears: "It's not a casualty if it's not a person." - The Grim Kleaper, Youtuber. As the eerie melody of "Levan Polkka" begins to play in the background, the screen comes to life with a montage of disturbing imagery, depicting scenes of extreme violence. NCC troops are shown storming various buildings, swiftly and ruthlessly neutralizing any opposition they encounter.

In one particularly harrowing clip, filmed on what appears to be a low-quality device, a man addresses the camera with a smirk, his words laced with defiance. "Here we are, in this little bike shop," he begins, his voice filled with contempt. "No sign of the Crisis Committee. Seems they're more inclined to shoot prisoners than those with guns. Tells you everything you need to know about these so-called protectors," he taunts.

Before he can finish his sentence, the tranquility of the scene is shattered as the shop's windows explode inward, engulfed in a storm of shattered glass and chaos. Within moments, a squad of heavily armed figures, clad in grey uniforms adorned with white insignias, flood the premises. Their faces obscured by menacing masks reminiscent of Cerberus heads, they move with swift precision, their intent clear.

Amidst the chaos, a brief struggle ensues as a handful of individuals, both male and female, attempt to defend themselves with pistols drawn. However, their efforts are futile against the superior firepower and training of the masked assailants. In a flash of violence, they are swiftly subdued, leaving the hostages at the mercy of their captors as they are ushered outside, the scene a chilling reminder of the brutality of conflict.

The screen focuses on a podium with a microphone, positioned against a backdrop adorned with a flag featuring a navy background and a golden imperial eagle reminiscent of Imperial Germany's coat of arms. The eagle's gaze is directed downward, its presence commanding attention. A figure steps into view, identified by white text below the stand as '14th Head-Director of the National Crisis Committee; Shinobu Mochizuki.' He addresses the audience gathered before him, his voice amplified by the microphone.

"Good day," he begins, his tone assertive. "It has come to my attention that there has been varied reactions to the actions undertaken by my forces against those identified as terrorists. Allow me to make one thing clear: I understand that there are leaders in Europe who view my decisions with disdain. However, I must remind them that they are not exempt from scrutiny."

Mochizuki's demeanor exudes confidence as he continues, his words carrying a hint of defiance. "In light of the ongoing Global War on Terrorism, it is imperative that decisive action be taken. While I wholeheartedly support this cause, it is disheartening to witness those who claim to champion it now condemn my actions. To those individuals, I offer a succinct message: Go to hell."

His words ring out, punctuating the air with a resolute determination, as Mochizuki stands firm in defense of his stance.

"There have been 210 civilian casualties, with only 12 attributable to my forces storming the buildings. The remainder occurred prior to my public action against Morish. These individuals are not freedom fighters; they represent a cult. When their leader was rightfully apprehended for heinous crimes, including the violation and murder of multiple teenagers, rather than accept justice, they resorted to terrorism, holding over a thousand innocent people hostage across Japan."

Mochizuki's tone is resolute, his words carrying a weight of conviction. "They fought not for freedom but for the release of a criminal who posed a threat to society. Contrary to certain assertions, Morish possessed no sensitive information nor was he a whistleblower. The court had already sentenced him to death. It was a choice between execution in prison or a demonstration of my resolve."

He pauses briefly, emphasizing his point. "To those who decry my actions as illegal, I maintain that my duty is to protect the people. I have no regard for your political standing or influence. If you threaten those under my protection, I will ensure that you face the consequences, whether behind bars or beneath the earth."

All For One's eyes gleam with approval as he watches Mochizuki's speech, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. To him, the display of power and ruthlessness by the National Crisis Committee aligns with his own principles of dominance and control. He sees it as a demonstration of strength, earning a silent nod of admiration from the shadows.

Stain, on the other hand, wears a scowl of disdain, his lips curled in contempt at the sight of Mochizuki's unyielding approach. To him, the actions of the NCC represent a perversion of justice, an abuse of power that tramples on the ideals of heroism and righteousness. He sees Mochizuki as a symbol of everything wrong with society, a tyrant masquerading as a protector.

Tenko Shimura's expression darkens with anger and disillusionment as he witnesses Mochizuki's speech. To him, the NCC's methods are a betrayal of the very values they claim to uphold. He feels a deep sense of injustice and frustration, seeing innocent lives sacrificed in the name of authority. Mochizuki's words only serve to deepen his resentment towards those in power, fueling his desire for change and accountability.

Aang's brows furrow in concern, troubled by the escalating violence and the disregard for civilian lives. He feels a sense of responsibility to protect and uphold peace, and Mochizuki's ruthless tactics leave him uneasy, wondering if there could have been a better way to handle the situation without resorting to such extreme measures.

Katara's voice trembles with dismay as she listens to Mochizuki's speech. She believes in justice and fairness, and seeing innocent lives lost in the crossfire fills her with sorrow. She hopes for a world where conflicts can be resolved without bloodshed, where compassion and understanding prevail over violence and aggression.

Sokka's jaw tightens in frustration, feeling a sense of helplessness in the face of such brutality. He grapples with the complexity of the situation, torn between the desire for justice and the horror of seeing lives being taken so callously. He wonders if there could have been a way to prevent the violence from escalating to this extent.

Toph's lips curl into a scowl as she listens intently to the sounds around her. Despite her blindness, she senses the tension and apprehension in the room, her keen senses picking up on the emotions of those around her. She feels a surge of anger at the injustice of it all, wishing she could do something to stop the senseless violence and protect the innocent.

Kyoshi's expression is a mix of conflicting emotions as she absorbs Mochizuki's words. While she understands the need for decisive action in the face of terrorism, she also feels a twinge of discomfort at the disregard for human life. As a leader herself, she grapples with the weight of responsibility and the fine line between justice and tyranny.

Kuruk's demeanor is one of resignation, his experiences with conflict and loss having left him somewhat desensitized to violence. While he recognizes the need to combat threats to peace, he feels a pang of sorrow at the thought of innocent lives being sacrificed in the process.

Kyoshi's reaction is one of grim determination, her unwavering commitment to justice tempered by a sense of pragmatism. She understands the harsh realities of leadership and the difficult decisions that sometimes need to be made in order to protect the greater good.

Roku's expression is troubled, his gentle nature at odds with the brutality unfolding before him. He believes in diplomacy and dialogue as the best means of resolving conflicts, and the sight of lives being lost weighs heavily on his conscience.

Yangchen's demeanor is stoic yet compassionate, her unwavering resolve tempered by a deep empathy for the suffering of others. She believes in the importance of protecting the innocent, but also recognizes the complexities of the situation and the difficult choices that leaders must sometimes make.

Wan's expression is one of conflicted determination, his experiences as the first Avatar having taught him the importance of balance and harmony. While he understands the need to confront evil, he also harbors a deep-seated hope for a world where violence is no longer necessary.

The scene shifts back to Shō Tomioka, seated in his office. Despite a brief coughing fit that prompts some discomfort among the audience, he swiftly regains his composure. "In the aftermath," he begins, "the Free Morish Society was systematically dismantled. Members within Japan were apprehended, and even those beyond its borders in Russia, South Korea, Vietnam, and Australia were targeted for arrest. Depending on their level of involvement, individuals faced varying degrees of punishment, from surveillance to life imprisonment. However, the key leaders of the organization met their end with capital punishment."

He pauses, reflecting on the events that transpired. "While at the time it seemed the National Crisis Committee was acting in the best interest of public safety, some viewed these actions as a harbinger of future brutality. Yet, it's essential to remember that these events occurred over two and a half decades ago. Perhaps it was an isolated incident, an extreme response to an unprecedented threat."

As the narrative concludes, murmurs and reactions ripple through the diverse audience. In one corner, Toph listens intently, her brow furrowed in concentration as she processes the descriptions audibly painted for her. Nearby, Aang wears a thoughtful expression, though the weight of the violent imagery weighs heavily on his usually serene demeanor.

Zuko, sitting with a stoic countenance, seems contemplative, perhaps drawing parallels to his own nation's turbulent history. Across the room, Kyoshi's reaction is complex, her expression a mix of skepticism and uneasy acceptance, her experience as an Avatar perhaps guiding her perspective.

Among the more modern attendees, individuals from another realm, like All Might and Nezu, exchange glances that speak volumes. The gravity of the National Crisis Committee's actions resonates differently with each viewer, some visibly affected by the raw brutality while others, like All For One, appear almost impressed by the uncompromising stance taken.

Stain, on the other hand, shows clear disdain, his disgust evident in his tense posture and narrowed gaze. Even Tenko Shimura, typically reserved, reveals his displeasure with a deep frown, unsettled by the unchecked authority demonstrated by Mochizuki.

As the screening concludes, the room is filled with a spectrum of reactions, reflecting the diverse perspectives of those present from different worlds and eras. Each individual absorbs the narrative through their own lens, processing the implications of the National Crisis Committee's actions and the ethical questions they raise.

As the screen fades to black, anticipation fills the room. The title "Act Two of documentary, title: Descent into the Shadows" emerges, accompanied by a provocative quote: "Those that cling to morality in war are the same that would run a marathon with their legs in plaster, idiots really." - Klaus Kraub, 44th Head-Director and first General Director of the National Crisis Committee.

In response, Aang shifts uneasily, his typically peaceful demeanor unsettled by the stark philosophy presented. Sokka's brow furrows in skepticism, contrasting with Katara's concerned expression, reflecting on the implications of such ruthless tactics.

Meanwhile, among the students of Class 1-A and 1-B, reactions vary. Uraraka looks troubled, her gaze distant as she considers the moral complexities. Bakugou's expression is unreadable, his silence masking his thoughts. Todoroki appears stoic, his icy demeanor not betraying his inner reflections.

On the other hand, Iida listens attentively, his posture rigid with disapproval. In the back, Mineta shifts uncomfortably, clearly affected by the graphic nature of the documentary. Across the room, Momo's thoughtful expression suggests a deep contemplation of the quote's implications.

As the quote lingers on the screen, the room is filled with a spectrum of reactions, each individual processing the stark realities of warfare and morality presented in the documentary's unfolding narrative.

The atmosphere in the room tensed as the figure in the grey hoodie appeared on screen. His weary eyes and disheveled appearance hinted at the weight of his experiences. As he settled into his chair, the anticipation among the audience grew palpable.

With the introduction of the white text, identifying him as Historian Felix Johnsen, the room fell into a hushed silence. An off-camera voice prompted him to share his identity and role, eliciting a visible gulp from Johnsen.

"I am Felix Johnsen," he began, his voice carrying a mixture of exhaustion and resolve. "I work in an archive dedicated to preserving documents and footage of the Quirk Collapse."

His words hung in the air, resonating with the gravity of the events he bore witness to. In the dimly lit room, his presence served as a poignant reminder of the ongoing struggle to understand and reconcile the tumultuous history of their world.

"Could you explain what the quirk collapse is?"

Felix's nod conveyed both acknowledgment and readiness to delve into the complexities of the Quirk Collapse. "Yes, uhm, the Quirk Collapse refers to a series of events triggered by the emergence of quirks in the human population two hundred years ago," he explained with a measured tone.

"These events encompassed civil wars, domestic and chemical terrorism, as well as widespread conflict arising from the proliferation of quirked individuals," he continued, his voice steady despite the weight of his words. "The Quirk Collapse era is generally considered to have concluded in 2130, marked by the disbandment of the last remnants of the old MLA under Destro, as most of its members had perished by then."

His concise explanation offered a glimpse into the turbulent period of history that had shaped their present reality, leaving an indelible mark on the collective consciousness of society.

"Now, Mr. Johnsen, am i right to assume you know a lot of the Second Japanese civil war that started in 2110 correct?"

"Indeed, the Second Japanese Civil War, also known as the First Quirk War, was a pivotal conflict marked by the struggle for power among three major factions," Felix began, his voice carrying a somber gravity befitting the topic at hand.

"The Legions of Freedom, led by All For One and his devoted followers, asserted control over Hokkaido Island, establishing their stronghold in the northern region," he elucidated, painting a vivid picture of the geographical dynamics of the conflict.

"In contrast, the Meta Liberation Army, a formidable force known for its involvement in numerous conflicts during the Quirk Collapse, seized dominion over Shikoku and Kyushu islands, with intermittent control over sections of the mainland," Felix continued, his tone measured as he delved deeper into the complexities of the war.

"Meanwhile, the Japanese Government retained authority over much of the mainland, navigating the tumultuous landscape of the conflict while endeavoring to maintain stability amidst the chaos," he concluded, encapsulating the intricate power dynamics that defined the Second Japanese Civil War.

"The Reformation Act of 2111, proposed by Klaus Kraub, sought to address the divergent interests of the factions within the Japanese Government during the Second Civil War," Felix continued, delving into the intricacies of the proposed legislation.

"Section 1 of the Act aimed to appease the Lower house by prioritizing reconstruction efforts and reallocating resources towards vital sectors such as agriculture, education, healthcare, and law enforcement," he explained, highlighting the emphasis on bolstering foundational aspects of society in the post-war era.

"However, a controversial aspect of this section involved the utilization of prison labor, effectively sanctioning a form of legal slavery," Felix acknowledged, noting the ethical implications of such a provision.

"While deemed necessary to address labor shortages and contribute to societal rebuilding efforts, the implementation of prison labor raised moral and ethical questions, reflecting the complex moral landscape of the time," he added, recognizing the nuanced considerations involved in policymaking during times of crisis.

"In contrast, Section 2 of the Act catered to the interests of the Military and Higher house, outlining plans for military engagement against the Legions of Freedom and the Meta Liberation Army," Felix continued, highlighting the pragmatic approach adopted to confront external threats and secure territorial integrity.

"Allocating resources towards bolstering military capabilities and coordinating joint operations between the National Crisis Committee and the military, this section reflected a commitment to proactive defense and safeguarding national interests," he elaborated, underscoring the strategic imperatives underpinning the legislation.

"In essence, the Reformation Act of 2111 epitomized the delicate balance of competing interests and pragmatic compromises necessary to navigate the complexities of wartime governance," Felix concluded, contextualizing the significance of the proposed legislation within the broader socio-political landscape of the Second Japanese Civil War.

Felix delved into the overlooked Section 3 of the Reformation Act of 2111, shedding light on its transformative implications for the National Crisis Committee (NCC) and the conduct of warfare during the Second Japanese Civil War.

"Section 3 of the document represented a significant departure from conventional military doctrine, as it proposed a radical transformation of the NCC into a formidable military force," he explained, emphasizing the profound impact of Klaus Kraub's visionary restructuring initiative.

"By reimagining the role of the NCC from a crisis response unit to a dedicated military entity, Kraub sought to harness the unique capabilities and expertise of the organization to pursue a strategy of attrition warfare," Felix elaborated, highlighting the strategic shift towards a relentless campaign of enemy depletion.

"Unlike traditional military campaigns focused on territorial acquisition, the goal of attrition warfare is to systematically wear down the enemy's strength and resolve through sustained engagement and casualties," he clarified, outlining the underlying principles of the proposed strategy.

"By prioritizing the elimination of enemy combatants and resources, rather than territorial conquest, the NCC under Kraub's leadership aimed to achieve strategic objectives through the gradual erosion of enemy capabilities and morale," Felix continued, underscoring the strategic rationale behind the adoption of this unconventional approach.

"In essence, Section 3 of the Reformation Act heralded a paradigm shift in military strategy, reflecting a bold reimagining of the NCC's role and capabilities in the context of protracted conflict," he concluded, highlighting the innovative thinking and forward-looking vision embodied in Kraub's transformative reforms.

Felix emphasized a crucial provision buried within Section 3 of the Reformation Act of 2111, underscoring its implications for military command and operational autonomy during the Second Japanese Civil War.

"One of the most significant clauses of the document, often overlooked, was the directive explicitly prohibiting interference in the conduct of operations on the southern front," he elucidated, drawing attention to the profound implications of this stipulation.

"This provision, encapsulated in the unequivocal statement 'Nobody, no matter how high your position, is to interfere in the southern front,' represented a bold assertion of operational independence and authority vested in the military leadership tasked with prosecuting the conflict," Felix explained, highlighting the clear delineation of command authority and the imperative of unfettered decision-making on the battlefield.

"By safeguarding the autonomy of military commanders and precluding external interference in the execution of operations, this clause aimed to optimize operational effectiveness and strategic agility, ensuring that decisions were guided solely by military imperatives and not influenced by external pressures or political considerations," he elaborated, emphasizing the importance of preserving the integrity of military command structures in times of war.

"In essence, this provision underscored the paramount importance of maintaining a clear chain of command and empowering military leaders with the authority and autonomy necessary to execute their missions effectively," Felix concluded, highlighting the strategic significance of this safeguard in the context of protracted conflict and the imperatives of military decision-making.

Sozin's expression darkened as he listened intently to Felix's explanation of the Reformation Act of 2111. His eyes narrowed with a mix of curiosity and concern, reflecting the weight of the implications outlined in Section 3 of the document.

Azulon's demeanor remained stoic, but a subtle furrow of his brow betrayed his deep contemplation of the ramifications described by Felix. His mind churned with strategic considerations and the potential ramifications for military operations in the face of such decisive directives.

Azula's gaze sharpened with keen interest as she absorbed Felix's analysis, her mind already racing with implications and potential avenues for exploitation within the intricate framework of the Reformation Act. A faint smirk played at the corners of her lips, hinting at the calculated calculations unfolding within her mind.

Zuko's expression shifted between furrowed brows and narrowed eyes as he absorbed Felix's revelations. A sense of unease gnawed at him, prompting a deeper introspection into the implications of Section 3 and its potential impact on the ongoing conflict.

Ty Lee's features registered a mixture of intrigue and concern as she listened to Felix's analysis, her mind grappling with the complex dynamics at play within the Reformation Act. Her expression hinted at a blend of curiosity and apprehension, reflecting her internal conflict.

Mai's expression remained inscrutable as she absorbed Felix's insights, her features betraying little emotion as she processed the implications of Section 3. A subtle tension lingered in her demeanor, hinting at the weight of the information conveyed by Felix.

Ursa's gaze flickered with a mixture of apprehension and resolve as she absorbed Felix's analysis, her mind racing with the implications of Section 3 for the ongoing conflict. A sense of foreboding settled over her, prompting a deeper contemplation of the challenges ahead.

Felix continued, "So now, most resources were allocated to the Japanese military in the north. However, Klaus Kraub once again demonstrated his strategic ingenuity by devising a plan to overcome the challenge of conducting a war of attrition with limited equipment."

"He implemented a multifaceted approach to bolster the arsenal of the NCC," Felix elaborated, his voice brimming with admiration for Kraub's resourcefulness. "Firstly, he directed efforts to procure functional weapons from unconventional sources, including museums, police station evidence lockers, and outdated reserves stored in warehouses."

"Additionally," Felix continued, his tone growing more animated with each revelation, "Kraub leveraged a substantial portion of the funding allocated to the NCC to purchase weaponry from the black market, significantly expanding the organization's armament capabilities."

"However, perhaps the most pivotal aspect of Kraub's strategy was the manifestation of his own meta ability," Felix revealed, his voice tinged with awe as he broached the subject. "Known as the Unlimited Arms Repository, Kraub's quirk was nothing short of extraordinary. Despite not being born with a quirk, he developed this remarkable ability in his early adulthood."

"This quirk, aptly named Unlimited Arms Repository, bestowed upon Kraub the unparalleled ability to clone any weapon or weapon-related item," Felix explained, his words tinged with reverence for the awe-inspiring power. "Be it a cannon, gun, sword, or even components like engines, shells, and grenades, Kraub could replicate them with astonishing ease. Merely by holding one such item, an identical copy would materialize in his other hand."

"The extent of his power was staggering," Felix continued, his voice reverent as he delved deeper into the implications of Kraub's quirk. "Reports circulated that he could produce enough artillery shells in a single week to sustain the NCC's operations for over a year, a testament to the sheer magnitude of his abilities."

The room fell into a hushed silence as Felix's words sank in, the gravity of Kraub's contributions to the war effort becoming increasingly apparent to all those present.

"Now, I personally believe that Kraub marked the initial step in the transformation of the NCC into the formidable organization it has become, albeit with controversial implications," Felix asserted, his voice carrying a tone of conviction.

"Recent events have provided compelling evidence supporting the existence of entities known as Celestial Beings, entities believed to be responsible for bestowing quirks upon their hosts," he continued, his words punctuated by a sense of urgency.

"Intriguingly, it has been observed that several key figures within the NCC hierarchy share a common connection to one such entity, Gimei," Felix revealed, his voice laden with significance. "Gimei, often associated with the inception of the Third Japanese Civil War currently unfolding, operates in a distinct manner compared to other entities, typically manifesting through a single vessel at a time."

"The lineage of Gimei's vessels is particularly noteworthy," Felix elaborated, his expression grave. "Beginning with Klaus Kraub, followed by Winfried Geier and Klaus Krauss, and, at one point, Gimei even manifested personally before returning to inhabit a host, namely Izuku Midoriya."

"The implications of this lineage are profound," Felix continued, his tone somber. "It suggests a deep-rooted connection between Gimei and the unfolding events within Japanese society, raising unsettling questions about the true nature of the conflict and the motivations driving those involved."

"As we navigate the complexities of this tumultuous era, it becomes increasingly imperative to unravel the enigmatic role of entities like Gimei and their influence on the course of history," Felix concluded, his words echoing with a sense of urgency and determination.

"We remain uncertain of the full extent of Gimei's influence over its hosts, but what is evident is the profound impact it had on Klaus Kraub's trajectory," Felix explained, his expression reflecting a blend of analysis and contemplation.

"Given Kraub's disposition, it's conceivable that under normal circumstances, he might have aligned with All For One's faction, given his pragmatic nature and military prowess," Felix hypothesized, his voice tinged with speculation. "However, his unyielding commitment to principle and the complexities of his quirk led him down a different path—one that defied conventional expectations."

"Kraub's defiance against categorization and labels became emblematic of his unorthodox stance within the conflict," Felix continued, his tone measured. "Despite being labeled a 'Traitorous General' by the Meta Liberation Army for his alliance with non-quirked forces, Kraub remained resolute in his convictions, prioritizing strategic imperatives over personal reputation."

"In one memorable interview, Kraub encapsulated this defiance, asserting that accusations and labels held no sway amidst the harrowing realities of warfare," Felix recounted, his voice resonating with the gravity of Kraub's words. "'They may call me a traitor, they may call me a fascist, a murderer—I don't care,' Kraub declared. 'Calling me names won't shield you from artillery barrages or naval bombardments.'"

"The relentless scrutiny and accusations directed at Kraub during the interview, notably by an undercover MLA member posing as a reporter, underscored the volatile nature of wartime politics and the moral ambiguities that defined the era," Felix reflected, his gaze distant as he delved into the complexities of Kraub's defiance and the broader implications of his actions within the conflict.

"As we examine Kraub's legacy and the impact of entities like Gimei on the course of history, we are reminded of the enduring complexities of human nature amidst the crucible of war," Felix concluded, his words carrying a sobering resonance.

"The Second Japanese Civil War, spanning from 2110 to 2126, wrought profound devastation upon the nation, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake," Felix elaborated, his voice solemn as he recounted the grim realities of the conflict.

"As the conflict escalated, All For One, the notorious leader of the Legions of Freedom, found himself compelled to retreat to evade capture by the then wielder of One For All," Felix continued, his tone carrying a weight of historical significance. "Simultaneously, the Meta Liberation Army, once a formidable force dominating Kyushu and Shikoku, faced relentless assault and expulsion by the relentless onslaught of the National Crisis Committee."

"The toll of warfare was starkly evident across Kyushu, where cities lay in ruins and forests were reduced to ash by the merciless onslaught of napalm and incendiary rounds," Felix described, painting a vivid picture of the desolation wrought by the conflict. "The National Crisis Committee's campaign of attrition and relentless raids decimated MLA strongholds, pushing them to the brink of defeat."

"With each passing engagement, the MLA found themselves increasingly cornered, retreating until they were confined to the city of Kagoshima, their last bastion amidst the advancing artillery line of the NCC," Felix explained, highlighting the strategic encirclement that sealed the fate of the embattled organization.

"The culmination of the conflict marked a decisive victory for the Japanese Government and the National Crisis Committee, albeit at a staggering cost in lives and infrastructure," Felix concluded, his words carrying a somber acknowledgment of the sacrifices made in the pursuit of peace and stability.

"Klaus Kraub's resignation marked a pivotal moment in the aftermath of the conflict, punctuated by a televised address that reverberated across the nation," Felix recounted, his voice tinged with solemn reflection.

"Among the many memorable lines from his speech, one has endured as fodder for conspiracy theorists and dissenters alike," Felix continued, his tone measured as he paraphrased Kraub's prophetic words. "He spoke of the threats faced by our nation, emphasizing that while external dangers may wane, the gravest peril lies within our own borders."

"In a poignant reflection, Kraub cited examples like Destro, a fellow Japanese citizen, and All For One, acknowledging the uncertainty surrounding the latter," Felix explained, encapsulating Kraub's candid acknowledgment of the challenges confronting Japanese society. "Yet, his central message remained steadfast: the greatest threat to Japan's future emanates not from foreign adversaries, but from the internal fissures within our society."

"With a sobering reminder of the limitations of even the National Crisis Committee in confronting this looming specter, Kraub's parting words resonated with a sense of urgency and foreboding," Felix concluded, his recounting of Kraub's final public address encapsulating the gravity of the challenges ahead.

"Today, many interpret his speech as a prescient warning about the newly formed HPSC and its potential role in Japan's decline," Felix noted, acknowledging the prevailing sentiment among contemporary observers.

"In hindsight, there is a degree of truth to Kraub's cautionary words," Felix reflected, recognizing the evolving perceptions surrounding the HPSC's impact on Japanese society.

Madam President tensed as the topic arose, a wave of frustration and regret washing over her. She had delved into the depths of the HPSC archives early in her tenure, uncovering Operation Letterman among the unsettling revelations. She cursed the decisions of her predecessors, lamenting the legacy of such clandestine operations within the Hero Public Safety Commission.

"And so the world continued its relentless march forward, with the passage of years bringing gradual reconstruction to Japan. Yet, amidst the rebuilding efforts, a new challenge emerged: individuals wielding formidable abilities roamed the streets, posing threats to society. In response, the structure of heroes and villains began to crystallize, culminating in the establishment of the Hero Public Safety Commission. As heroes stepped into their roles, the once-prominent National Crisis Committee faded into obscurity, viewed as a relic of a bygone era alongside the quirkless population. It seemed destined for a peaceful disbandment, a quiet conclusion to its chapter in history.

However, fate had other plans in store. In the year 2154, Klaus Krauss, a descendant of the renowned Klaus Kraub and serving as Head-Director at the time, received a clandestine letter from spies within the HPSC. Operation Letterman unraveled before his eyes, revealing a disturbing truth: the President of the HPSC, Akihiko Hino, had succumbed to the lure of bribery, allowing a notorious villain entry into their ranks. And who else but All For One himself stood at the heart of this treacherous scheme," All Might paused, a trickle of blood staining his features as he cast a grave gaze towards the Madam President. Nana offered him reassuring pats on the back as he wiped the blood away, steeling himself for the revelations yet to come.

"Needless to say, it didn't take long for armored vans to converge upon Hino's residence that fateful morning, a squadron of masked men with skull insignias swarming the premises. With ruthless efficiency, they neutralized the threat, eliminating Hino on sight. It was a stark reminder of a fundamental principle gleaned from the annals of NCC history: when mistakes are made, negotiations are a luxury they simply cannot afford."

"The HPSC found itself embroiled in a frenzy as high-ranking members fell victim to arrests or met their demise in the streets across the nation. To counteract the unfolding chaos, they orchestrated a strategic move. First, they acquired the report of Operation Letterman, swiftly replacing the HPSC stamp with that of the NCC. With meticulous precision, they reissued the document, incorporating NCC signatures and making subtle alterations, before discreetly leaking it to the press. The media, hungry for sensational news, eagerly latched onto the story. Soon, protests erupted in the streets, directed towards the National Crisis Committee. People awaited Klaus Krauss's appearance, only to discover him lifeless in his home—his death, a staged accident, yet the details were far from convincing."

"In the aftermath, numerous NCC members found themselves forced into exile, their organization promptly disbanded. Meanwhile, the Hero Public Safety Commission launched a relentless campaign to scrub all mentions of the NCC from the internet in Japan. Their efforts were thorough, leaving no trace, not even on the dark web. Accessing any information about the NCC became nearly impossible without resorting to highly secure networks and encrypted virtual private networks."

"And just when it seemed like the saga of the NCC had reached its conclusion, fate had other plans in store. Some exiled members of the NCC embarked on a journey northward, seeking refuge in the turmoil of post-Quirk Collapse Russia. It's unclear exactly when they arrived, but speculation places it around 2160. Their destination was the island of Bol'shoy Shantar, where they encountered Gimei in physical form, not just as an ethereal entity. Gimei recognized the uniforms of his time, associating them with Klaus Kraub as his vessel. Introducing himself as Gimei Kraub, a supposed descendant of Klaus Kraub, he gained their trust, despite his age surpassing even the existence of the state of San Marino. This encounter marked the beginning of a new chapter, as Gimei became the catalyst for the NCC's transformation from peacekeepers to agents of terror."

"From 2160 to 2322, the entity remained dormant to Japan and America, the only states that had, in some manner, regained full control. However, Russia, China, Korea, and many other states in Europe and Asia would soon discover the existence of this ancient and powerful entity capable of creating any quirk imaginable. The rumors about its ability to create quirks were proven true when it bestowed upon them a cloning quirk, multiplying each individual into an army of thousands. With another quirk called Armory, it armed this new force with any weapon it desired, shaping their destiny. Their conquest began in Russia, where they personally seized control of Siberia and established puppet regimes in the rest of the country. From there, they expanded into Korea, Mongolia, and eventually China, where they subjugated three provinces, leaving the rest as puppet states. This pattern repeated across Asia and Europe, with the entity's actions shrouded in secrecy, unbeknownst to Africa, the Americas, or Japan."

"Until 2323, when it initiated the war that continues to this day, a conflict we are currently losing to them. But I believe someone else should provide more details on that matter."

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The screen faded to black, leaving a lingering sense of foreboding in the air. As the tension simmered, Izuku materialized once more in the midst of the cinema, his expression unreadable as he surveyed the assembled audience.

"So, how was it?" His voice cut through the silence, carrying a subtle undercurrent of disinterest as he awaited their response.

Aang's hand shot up, and Izuku acknowledged him with a nod. "Yes, Aang?" he prompted.

Standing up from his seat, Aang hesitated before speaking. "Uhm, is it bad that I only understand half of the things on the screen?" he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Izuku shook his head reassuringly. "Of course not," he replied. "I would be surprised if all of you from Huānga even knew anything about Earth. Similarly, those from Earth might struggle to grasp the concepts from Huānga's world. Luckily, someone thought it was a good idea to drill history into my head. Well, about 90% of it, at least. There's still a 10% that remains a mystery to me. But for those interested in Earth's history, you're welcome to join me outside in the field. I'll give an improvised lesson, I guess." His tone carried a mix of casualness and eagerness to share his knowledge.

With that, Izuku scanned the cinema for any more raised hands and then addressed Recovery Girl. "Yes, Ms. Shuzenji?" he acknowledged.

Recovery Girl smiled, her eyes curious. "If I'm correct to assume, you said that you're from a different universe than ours, right?" she inquired.

Izuku nodded in affirmation. "That's correct," he confirmed. "So, these videos are from your universe?" Recovery Girl pressed further.

Izuku nodded again. "Yep, pretty much," he replied. "The Izuku Midoriya of your universe... uhm... Kinda... becomes batshit insane."

Inko gasped audibly as she shot up from her seat. "What do you mean my baby goes insane?" she demanded, her voice trembling with concern.

Izuku let out a resigned sigh and rubbed his temples. "It means he becomes an unstable villain," he explained bluntly. "Now, yes, your Izuku is the sweetest child you've ever met, and yes, he wants to become a hero and all that. But look at me," he gestured to himself. "I don't really look like much of a hero, do I?"

Indeed, Izuku's appearance was far from typical hero material. Clad in black body armor with two scabbards—one at his side with a sword, the other on his back with a machete—plus two holsters on his belt, one for a revolver and the other for a pistol, and about a dozen knife straps, most of them empty. His face bore scars that told stories of battles fought and wounds endured, with one side showing evidence of glass shards embedded and then removed, while the other side bore a prominent scar running from his jawline to under his right eye and up to his forehead. A patch of healed burnt skin marred the exposed part of his neck and collarbone.

The contrast between Izuku's appearance and his gentle demeanor was stark, serving as a visual testament to the complexities of his character and the trials he had faced.

Izuku chuckled softly, the tension in the room momentarily diffusing. "And don't worry, unlike with my 'lovely' mother," he emphasized the word 'lovely' with audible air quotes, "it ain't your fault your son went off the edge, it's more his." He gestured towards Bakugou, who responded with a sneer.

"And what does that mean, Deku!" Bakugou snapped, his voice laced with irritation.

Izuku raised an eyebrow, a sardonic smile playing on his lips. "Don't play dumb with me, Pomeranian," he retorted. "You might be less brutal than the one from my universe— I mean, how do you think I got this burn? But it doesn't mean you're all meek and friendly. Plus, you literally just called me Deku, which means 'useless,' so think a bit before you act like your nose is bleeding."

Bakugou bristled at the insult. "What stupid shitty saying is that!" he shot back, his temper flaring.

Izuku rolled his eyes, his expression tinged with exasperation. "It's a Dutch one," he explained casually. "Anyhow, any more questions?" he asked, redirecting the focus back to the audience, his demeanor calm despite the brewing tension.

Izuku scanned the room, noting the lack of further questions. "No? Well, I'll see those that are interested later then," he announced, his tone casual yet authoritative. "I can sense the somber atmosphere from here, so how about you all relax for the rest of the day or something. I think it would do some people some good."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the audience. "Also, don't harass the guards," he added firmly. "And if you get into drama, make sure I, nor the guards, or the cameras see it. Because if I do, well, you'll find out."

With that, he turned and walked out of the cinema into the hallway, leaving the audience to ponder his words and decide their next course of action.

As the cinema emptied out, Nezu swiftly gathered most of his staff, ushering them along with Madam President out of the crowd and into the empty library. Madam President let out a heavy sigh as they settled into the quiet space.

"Yes, I knew about Operation Letterman before all of this unfolded," she confessed, her voice tinged with regret. "I read the entire document when I first assumed the presidency over the Hero Public Safety Commission. And I must say, I wholeheartedly disagree with its premise."

All Might's growl reverberated through the room, his dejected form a stark contrast to his usual heroic stature. "Why would the HPSC collaborate with that monster?" he demanded, his voice tinged with frustration and disappointment.

Madam President shook her head solemnly, her expression reflecting the weight of the revelation. "They were faced with a... let's say, a unique situation," she explained carefully. "There was a group of serial killers terrorizing the streets, and Hino believed that bringing in All For One, under the guise of capturing him with the Quirk Stealer, would lead to their apprehension. The bribe was accepted because, at that time, there was widespread doubt regarding the HPSC's ability to fulfill its duties effectively."

Nemuri let out a heavy sigh, her tone softening as she addressed All Might. "Listen, All Might, we're all feeling shocked and maybe a little angry right now, but it's not fair to blame Madam President for the actions of her predecessors," she reasoned gently. "I don't even think she was born around that time. Blame doesn't solve anything, and besides, Hino isn't around anymore to face the consequences. Johnson made it abundantly clear that the NCC didn't pay him a visit for a friendly chat over tea."

Nezu's tone was inquisitive as he raised an important question. "But I can't help but feel some apprehension. Why did you never share this news with either me or Yagi? I never even knew this NCC existed, much less that they were a prominent force that played a crucial role in stabilizing Japan during its second civil war. It seems your predecessors did quite a thorough job of erasing them from the history books."

Madam President nodded solemnly. "It's because, if this information got out, I know a lot of people unhappy with the HPSC would view the National Crisis Committee as a better option. The documentary showed otherwise, but in a way, they were a little better. During the starting stages of the Quirk Collapse, Sebastian Freund, Kraub's predecessor, tried to ease tensions between the quirked and quirkless. However, my predecessor paid anti-quirkless groups to undermine quirkless political figures in Japan out of fear of them rebelling."

Nezu hummed in thought. "I see. Does anyone else have something to add?" Shota raised his hand and spoke up, "Considering the Hero Public Safety Commission has kept everything in their archives, I propose that either Nezu or I have a thorough look around there. We need to uncover any other shady dealings and work towards rectifying them."

Nezu nodded thoughtfully. "That's a good course of action, Aizawa. Well, what do you think, Madam President?" She nodded in agreement. "I agree, but you should know that my predecessor, Aisuru Shijūkara, was involved in a lot of questionable activities. If he hadn't been assassinated, he'd likely be in prison by now."

In the field outside the compound, Izuku laid down the book about the 2040s, glancing around at the diverse groups that had gathered. On one side stood the more formidable figures from the Avatar world, including Azula, Ozai, Admiral Zhao, Sozin, Azulon, Ty Lee, and Mai. Most seemed interested in the weaponry showcased on the screen, particularly those metal devices that shot out sharp projectiles. Izuku suspected Mai and Ty Lee had been coerced into attending by Azula, but he paid little mind to their motivations.

In the middle stood Zuko, Iroh, Ursa, Lu Ten, and Jin, appearing contemplative as they absorbed the information being shared.

On the other side, the larger group comprised Aang, Katara, Toph, Sokka, Teo, Roku, Kyoshi, Kuruk, Yanchen, Suki, and many others. Izuku had spent the better part of an afternoon explaining the entire history of Planet Earth to them, from its earliest civilizations to the tumultuous events of the 21st century.

"So, how did you all like the lecture?" Izuku inquired as he settled down, observing the varied reactions around him. Silence enveloped the group, with faces displaying a range of emotions—from fear to horror to intrigue. Azula was the first to break the silence.

"So, you mean to tell me that two wars, each lasting only four years, caused more destruction and death than one war that has lasted a hundred years in our world?" she queried incredulously.

Izuku nodded in confirmation. "Yes, pretty much. I mean, the tactics in the First World War often involved soldiers sitting in ditches, then running out into enemy fire when the time came. And as for the Second World War, well, the Eastern Front was so cold that if you peed, the urine would freeze within seconds in the snow."

"H-how could people create such death machines?" Aang mused aloud, his voice reflecting a mix of disbelief and sorrow. Izuku offered a nonchalant shrug in response.

"For money, I guess," he replied casually. "I ran a weapon trading organization for a bit, and you'd be surprised how much profit you can make from that kind of business."

Izuku then hummed thoughtfully. "So, that's that. You can all go and do, uh, your own things, I guess," he concluded, gesturing for the group to disperse.

As the group began to disperse, Izuku rose to his feet, retrieving his clipboard and scanning the names listed. One name caught his attention: "Kya."

"Alright then," he murmured to himself, anticipation tingling in the air. With a sense of readiness, he waited, knowing that someone else was yet to be transported to this enigmatic gathering.

Kya scrubbed the floor of the ship with slow, deliberate movements, her hands tracing the familiar patterns of grime and dirt ingrained in the wooden planks. It had been six long years since she was taken from her home, six years of enduring abuse and degradation at the hands of her captors. She had become nothing more than a tool for their cruel intentions.

The memories haunted her—how she had lied to protect her daughter from the Southern Raiders, sacrificing herself to spare Katara from their grasp. Now, clad in tattered rags that barely shielded her fractured dignity, she performed menial tasks like this, a stark reminder of her subjugation.

As she scrubbed, her mind drifted to thoughts of escape, of returning to her family, to her daughter who must be grown now. Each stroke of the brush was a silent plea for freedom, for a chance to reclaim her life beyond these suffocating walls of captivity.

Kya blinked in disbelief as she gazed at the grass beneath her fingers, the rough texture a stark contrast to the worn planks of the ship's deck. Instead of the familiar confines of captivity, she found herself surrounded by the vast expanse of a field, with towering mountains looming in the distance. Confusion and astonishment warred within her as she tried to make sense of her surroundings.

Before she could ponder further, the sound of someone clearing their throat drew her attention. Slowly, she turned around to face the source of the noise, her heart pounding with a mixture of apprehension and hope.

Standing before Kya was a man with green curls, dark emerald eyes, and a scar-marked face, clad in black body armor. His demeanor seemed casual, almost indifferent, as he glanced between his clipboard and Kya. "I'm assuming you're Kya?" he queried in a tone that lacked much interest. Kya offered a tentative nod, her mind swirling with questions about her sudden change in surroundings.

The man gestured vaguely, his demeanor unchanged. "Welcome to... well, we still haven't settled on a name for this place," he explained with a shrug. "This building houses people from your world and another, including your daughter, son, and many others. I'm Izuku Midoriya, and I suppose I'll be your guide for now. First things first, let's get you some new clothes before I show you around properly. Follow me."

He led her towards a smaller building adjacent to the larger compound in the field. Uncertain of her surroundings but trusting the stranger's guidance, Kya followed along. Inside the house, he directed her to a changing room. "Clothes should be in there. Just hurry up; I've got other things to attend to," he stated before exiting the room and closing the door behind him.

In the changing room, Kya found a simple shirt, a brown-grayish amauti, seal-skinned pants, and leather boots awaiting her. She quickly changed into the provided attire, eager to explore her new surroundings.

As she emerged from the small house, Izuku awaited her at the entrance. With a brief glance, he gestured for her to follow him. They began the tour without delay, and before Kya could fully grasp her surroundings, they arrived at the rooms. Izuku pointed to a door bearing her name. "This is where you'll sleep, rest, and do all that. It's your room now, so feel free to make yourself at home," he explained.

Kya nodded, still processing the sudden change in her circumstances. "Thank you," she murmured softly, her voice carrying a mix of gratitude and uncertainty. Stepping into the room, she took in her surroundings, feeling a sense of relief wash over her at the prospect of having a space to call her own after years of captivity.

Izuku lingered for a moment, observing her quietly before offering a small, reassuring smile. "If you need anything or have any questions, don't hesitate to ask," he said gently. With that, he turned to leave, giving her some privacy to settle into her new environment. As he walked away, Kya couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope flicker within her heart, knowing that she was no longer alone and that there were people here who could help her find her way forward.

Izuku stifled a yawn as he made his way to his office, dreading the task of reviewing the timetable for the day. Upon opening the door and glancing at the schedule, he cursed under his breath as he realized that his presentation file would be shown to the individuals "borrowed" from the other universe by his mentor. With a resigned sigh, he knew he had to make it clear to his alternate mother that he wasn't the same sweet baby she knew from her world. It was going to be a challenging conversation, but one that he couldn't avoid.

He activated the same device, swiftly transporting everyone back to the cinema. Kya blinked in bewilderment as she found herself standing next to Izuku. He gestured towards an empty seat beside a familiar face, prompting her to take her place. As she settled into her seat, two figures rushed towards her, their faces filled with disbelief and relief. Kya opened her arms, embracing her now teenage children tightly. "Mom! Y-you're alive?" Sokka whispered in disbelief, while Katara wept tears of joy against her shoulder.

Kya nodded in response to Sokka's question, her gaze filled with a mixture of emotions. "Yes, I've been alive... they didn't kill me... but there's more to it, things you don't need to know about just yet," she explained softly. The theater fell into a hushed silence, with those unfamiliar with Sokka and Katara's personal history left puzzled by their emotional exchange. Meanwhile, those who knew the siblings intimately understood the significance of the moment, offering silent support or discreetly focusing their attention on the screen, anticipating the topic of discussion for this session.

After the emotional reunion, the two siblings regained their composure and settled back into their seats. Katara maintained a tight grip on her mother's arm, unwilling to let go as if afraid she might vanish at any moment. Kya didn't comment on it, understanding the need for reassurance after years of separation. As she sat down, she gazed at the screen, curiosity evident in her expression.

"What is that?" she inquired, her gaze shifting to Sokka for an answer.

Sokka scratched his head, contemplating the best way to explain. "I'm not really sure, but it's like... they can show moving paintings on it," he explained, gesturing toward the screen. "It's like taking a painting of a moment and making it play out with noise, color, and all that."

Kya nodded, processing the information. It was a lot to take in, but she was determined to adapt to this new environment, especially if it meant being reunited with her children. She leaned back in her seat, preparing herself for whatever revelations awaited them on the screen.

Izuku adjusted his stance, clearing his throat to address the room. "Alright, folks, last session for today. After this, feel free to kick back and relax until tomorrow's screenings. Now, I won't lie, I'm not exactly thrilled about being the subject this time around. I'd much rather be out there, doing what I do best. But hey, duty calls, right? So, love me or hate me for it, I'm outta here." With a brisk nod, he exited the cinema room, leaving his audience to ponder his words.

The theater dimmed as bold white text illuminated the screen: "Analyzing Evil: Izuku 'The Sleeping Eagle' Midoriya. Recorded 19 September 2326." With a flicker, the text vanished, replaced by a haunting quote: "Midoriya is a special one, I think. You have a lot of killers in this world, some born to it, others trained. But he, however, grew up to kill. Even without my intervention, he would have become mentally insane either way. Either he would have become a deranged maniac terrorizing the world with glee, or I come in and push him into becoming a ruthless, cold psychopath with a clear mind. I did the second option, and, well, it's the worst one for you, Mr. Principal." - Gimei Kraub, addressing Nezu in the final broadcast of 2324.

The scene unfolded on the screen, revealing a room with a gaping hole in the wall, sunlight streaming in to illuminate the space. Two figures occupied the room, one obscured and the other kneeling with a bag over their head. As the light revealed the first figure, it became clear it was a younger Izuku, adorned in his customary armor, albeit with fewer scars. Yet, the remnants of past battles marred his left side, as if a glass bottle had shattered upon impact, leaving faded but visible cuts from the shards.

His voice pierced the air, cold and icy as he addressed the unseen audience. "To all those people in the states claiming that the Heroes are winning, they're pushing my combined forces back. Just you wait, for in a few years, the cesspool you call your country will be next." With a deliberate stride, he exited the frame, the camera trailing behind him to reveal a scene of utter devastation.

Before the lens lay a city in ruins, the skyline dominated by collapsed buildings and smoke plumes ascending into the sky. The occasional silhouette of a fallen structure or a distant corpse punctuated the desolation. Izuku's voice continued, filled with disdain and a hint of satisfaction. "This here behind me was the city of Hachiōji, pretty much what all the big cities look like right about now."

He gestured toward the destruction, a grim tableau of humanity's downfall. "Underneath it was a holdout of the alliance, as outsiders have been calling it—heroes and villains joining forces in a last stance. It would be poetic, if they weren't still losing. This was one of the last major holdouts, the only other two major ones being in Musutafu and Okazaki. Now tell me, does this behind me look like winning to you?"

"Oh, and for those wondering, the figure on his knees is none other than Tomura Shigaraki, or as some of you may know him, Tenko Shimura," Izuku's voice echoed with a note of finality. "It's still quite confusing, but in the end, it won't matter. He is the last survivor of the Hachiōji stronghold, and will be the last casualty."

Shigaraki's eyes widened in disbelief as he sat frozen in his seat. What did this mean? If the date on the screen was accurate, this was only a few years into the future. At first, he couldn't bring himself to believe it. Maybe it was a lie, a fabrication meant to deceive. But when the Izuku on the screen tore off the bag, revealing the face beneath, Shigaraki's doubts evaporated. It was him, unmistakably him. Yes, his face bore scars reminiscent of Izuku's, but there was no mistaking it—this was Tomura Shigaraki, staring back at him from the screen.

Izuku smirked as he drew the revolver from his holster and pressed the barrel against the side of Shigaraki's head. His voice dripped with scorn as he addressed his former acquaintance. "Now then, with this, most of the old League of Villains and Paranormal Liberation Front dies out. Their last leader betrayed his own ideals because someone else was a bigger threat to him, ain't that right, Shigi?" Izuku taunted, his finger hovering dangerously close to pulling the trigger.

On the screen, Shigaraki attempted to speak, but his words were cut short by the sudden blast of the revolver. Izuku ended Tenko Shimura's life without hesitation. "Oh, Shigaraki, you still think I care about your 'leave me to the heroes' stunt while you and your league run away? Nah, I'm already over that. I'm just doing my job now. And soon, whether you're a hero, a villain, old, young, woman, man, or whatever else people identify as these days, I will either kill you directly or indirectly. Mark my words—everyone on this planet with a Quirk won't make it to see 2330."

The screen faded to black before cutting to a figure seated in a chair, their face obscured. They began to speak, their voice steady and measured. "Izuku Midoriya was born on 15 July 2309 in Musutafu General Hospital to Inko Midoriya and Hisashi Midoriya. For the first four years of his life, everything seemed normal. He was like any other child, with dreams of becoming a hero, especially during what people nowadays refer to as the 'golden age of heroism.' He had friends, a loving mother, and a father who was occasionally present. However, Hisashi Midoriya had to move away due to his profession when Izuku turned two, and he passed away under uncertain circumstances when Izuku turned six."

The figure leaned forward, the sound of cracking joints breaking the silence. "Now, most children develop their quirks at the age of four," they began, their tone contemplative. "They would go to the quirk doctor, undergo tests, and have everything documented in a registry. But when Izuku turned four, his mother never took him to one. There simply wasn't time. Despite not showing any signs of a quirk, it was written off as him just not being able to manifest it yet. They assumed they would address it when they could finally visit the quirk doctor."

Inko felt a pang of confusion. That wasn't how she remembered it at all. The moment Izuku turned four, they practically raced to the hospital. But then she realized, this wasn't about her Izuku—the gentle, kind-hearted boy she knew. This was about the other Izuku—the one who just ended a life on the screen without a hint of hesitation. Surely, his life had unfolded quite differently.

"And when Izuku turned five, his mother finally did take him to the hospital," the figure continued, their voice somber. "At this point, his social life was a mixed bag. While most children in kindergarten teased him about not having a quirk yet, they also held onto the hope that once he visited the doctor, he would finally activate his quirk and be fully accepted into society. However, things would take a drastic turn."

The figure paused, allowing the weight of their words to sink in before continuing. "The doctor conducted his tests and delivered the crushing verdict: Izuku was quirkless. He would never develop one."

"Or so it was believed at the time," the figure continued, their voice carrying a hint of skepticism. "People thought that quirks came naturally, that they developed through evolution. However, with the revelation that celestial entities are the true source of quirks, Izuku was considered quite lucky not to have one. It meant that unlike 80% of the human population, he was as pure as a human being could be—not tainted by a celestial being that bestowed powers upon him, only to hide away in his soul away from God."

"Or so it was believed at the time," the figure continued, their voice carrying a hint of skepticism. "People thought that quirks came naturally, that they developed through evolution. However, with the revelation that celestial entities are the true source of quirks, Izuku was considered quite lucky not to have one. It meant that unlike 80% of the human population, he was as pure as a human being could be—not tainted by a celestial being that bestowed powers upon him, only to hide away in his soul away from God."

"But at the time, people hadn't a clue how quirks came to be," the figure elaborated, their voice tinged with sorrow. "So naturally, those without them were seen as useless, powerless, and in some cases, as stains on humanity due to their perceived inferiority. Izuku's life was no different. His friends abandoned him, and his childhood friend, Katsuki Bakugou, became his biggest tormentor. Whenever people learned of his diagnosis, they would lose all respect for him. He was either treated like glass or like a third-class citizen because the prevailing sentiment at the time was that the quirkless were nothing but sub-human."

"His home life wasn't any better, of course," the figure continued grimly. "His relationship with his mother was already rocky, to say the least. A small part of Inko's mind tied her husband's leaving to Izuku's birth, despite the fact that Izuku was already two when Hisashi left. But when he was diagnosed as quirkless, Inko's mind now connected the fact that Hisashi already knew Izuku would be quirkless to his departure. In Inko's screwed-up logic, that meant it was Izuku's fault that Hisashi left them. So, she felt justified in abusing Izuku relentlessly."

"In 2316, when he was seven, a man found him unconscious on the curb and rushed him to a hospital. There, when they discovered he was quirkless, they refused to treat him. So, the man took him to an underground clinic where he was patched up. Izuku had heavy bruising all over his body, his intestines were internally bleeding, and he had 32 untreated incised wounds with glass shards still embedded in his face. Additionally, there were 20 more poorly healed incised wounds, likely caused by shards of glass."

The audience's reactions varied as they absorbed the grim details of Izuku's past. Some gasped audibly, shocked by the extent of his suffering. Others furrowed their brows in concern, their empathy evident in their expressions. A few individuals shifted uncomfortably in their seats, clearly disturbed by the harrowing account of abuse and neglect.

Inko's heart ached as she watched the scene unfold on the screen. She couldn't help but feel a deep sense of guilt for the pain her alternate self had inflicted upon her son. Sokka and Katara exchanged somber glances, their hearts heavy with empathy for Izuku's past struggles. Even Bakugou, who had once tormented Izuku mercilessly, found himself frowning, a hint of remorse flickering in his eyes as he reflected on his own actions.

Meanwhile, Izuku stood off to the side, his expression unreadable. Though he had lived through these experiences, he remained stoic, perhaps having grown accustomed to reliving his painful memories for the sake of others' understanding.

All For One watched the scene unfold with a calculating gaze, his expression unreadable as he absorbed the information about Izuku's past. Though he was known for his ruthlessness, there was a flicker of intrigue in his eyes, perhaps recognizing Izuku's resilience as a potential asset.

All Might's usually vibrant demeanor faltered momentarily as he listened to the account of Izuku's childhood abuse. A mix of sorrow and anger crossed his features, his fists clenched at his sides as he struggled to process the extent of Izuku's suffering. Despite his own battles, he couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility to protect those who had endured similar hardships.

Nezu's keen intellect processed the information swiftly, his expression a mask of concern as he contemplated the implications of Izuku's past on his present. Though he maintained his composure outwardly, inwardly, he was already formulating plans to ensure Izuku's well-being and support as he navigated the challenges ahead.

Ozai's cold eyes narrowed as he watched the scene unfold, his lips curling into a cruel smirk. To him, Izuku's past struggles were merely a sign of weakness, an opportunity to exploit for his own gain. He saw Izuku's suffering as a means to an end, a tool to further his own ambitions without remorse.

Azula observed the scene with a mixture of curiosity and detachment, her expression betraying little emotion as she processed the information. Though she was intrigued by Izuku's resilience, she remained focused on her own goals, viewing his past struggles as a potential weakness to exploit in the future.

Zuko's eyes widened in shock and sympathy as he listened to the account of Izuku's childhood trauma. Memories of his own struggles with his father's cruelty surfaced, and he couldn't help but feel a kinship with Izuku. Despite his own past mistakes, he vowed silently to stand by Izuku's side and offer whatever support he could in the days to come.

"Upon being discharged, Izuku was required to undergo a comprehensive mental health assessment at the underground clinic. The results painted a troubling picture: he exhibited symptoms of paranoia, delusional disorder, anxiety including panic disorder, post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), and complex PTSD. Additionally, early signs of psychosis, schizoaffective disorder, and schizoid personality disorder were noted. This revealed the profound instability of his mental state at the time.

The clinic reported these findings to the government, but sadly, their concerns were dismissed, and Izuku was returned to his mother's care. While his mother undoubtedly played a significant role in his mental deterioration, other factors such as severe bullying at school and public humiliations from a young age also contributed to his suffering. It's remarkable that Izuku did not experience a complete breakdown until he reached the age of 14, given the immense injustices he endured."

As the details of Izuku's childhood unfolded, reactions varied among those present. Yanchen and Kyoshi exchanged somber glances, their expressions reflecting deep concern for the young boy's plight. Suki's features softened with empathy, her thoughts undoubtedly drifting to the challenges Izuku faced.

Ursa's eyes brimmed with sorrow, her maternal instincts stirred by the tragic circumstances surrounding Izuku's upbringing. Inko listened with a heavy heart, guilt and regret clouding her expression as she grappled with the realization of her own role in her son's suffering.

Katsuki's reaction was harder to discern; his usual brash demeanor faltered momentarily, replaced by a rare glimpse of vulnerability. Beneath the layers of bravado, there was a flicker of recognition, perhaps a begrudging acknowledgment of the pain shared by his former childhood friend.

“The turning point in Hero Society's decline remains elusive; while some attribute it to the onset of the Japanese Villain-Hero conflict initiated by Shigaraki, others speculate it began with Izuku's encounter with All Might in 2323. Details are sparse, but it's believed that Izuku's desperate inquiry about becoming a hero was met with a devastating refusal from All Might, shattering his already fragile mental state. The subsequent events of that fateful day remain veiled in uncertainty, with Izuku last captured on camera entering a desolate alleyway.

Rumors swirl of a complete mental breakdown within that alley, a pivotal moment where he encountered a celestial being named Entītija, now known as Gimei Kraub. Unlike rogue entities, Entītija operated under the Creator's directive, tasked with eliminating rebellious celestial entities responsible for granting quirks to humanity.

While some believe Gimei corrupted Izuku, others argue that his descent into villainy was inevitable. Izuku's deep-seated delusions, mental instability, and profound resentment towards quirked individuals who abused their powers had already taken root. His personal vendetta against heroism stemmed from feeling abandoned by society, further fueling his bitterness.

In the face of an ancient entity offering him power in exchange for a crusade against quirked individuals, Izuku embraced this dark path without hesitation, sealing his fate and setting in motion the unraveling of Hero Society as we knew it.”

The speaker's voice wavered, a heavy sigh punctuating their words. "It's a tragic reality. Individuals like Izuku, whether quirkless or possessing what society deemed as villainous quirks, faced unimaginable hardships. Some endured even greater suffering than Izuku himself. But their paths diverged; while many harbored thoughts of revenge from the outset, Izuku's journey took a different turn.

Under Gimei's tutelage, Izuku's initial foray into violence began with a return to his childhood home. Waiting until his mother had retired for the night, he ignited a blaze, setting the kitchen ablaze by igniting the stove and microwaving a stack of aluminum. With a bottle of vodka, a substance his mother had sought solace in, he doused the flames, ensuring their rapid spread. Then, slipping out through a window, Izuku vanished into the night, leaving behind the charred remains of his once-cherished home. The following morning brought the grim discovery: Inko Midoriya, her life claimed by the smoke, her body found amidst the ashes."

The reactions to such a grim revelation would likely span a wide spectrum, reflecting the complexity of human emotions.

Yanchen and Kyoshi might express sorrow for the tragic loss of life, perhaps grappling with the darker implications of the tale, especially given their experiences with the balance of justice and compassion.

Suki, having faced her own trials and fought against oppressive forces, might feel a mixture of empathy for Izuku's suffering and condemnation for his actions, particularly the harm inflicted on his own family.

Ursa, with her maternal instincts and understanding of the complexities of family dynamics, might feel a deep sense of sadness and empathy for Inko's tragic fate, while also recognizing the profound trauma that drove Izuku to such extremes.

Inko's reaction would be one of profound shock and horror, confronted with the brutal reality of her son's descent into darkness and the ultimate cost it exacted on their family.

Katsuki's response might be one of conflicted emotions, torn between his past resentment towards Izuku and a begrudging acknowledgment of the depths of despair that drove him to such extreme actions.

“For two months, Izuku vanished from the radar of anyone who knew him even remotely. It was as though he had been consumed by the flames of the tragic fire, leaving behind only whispers of his existence. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, he was far from gone.
During those elusive months spanning from July to August, Izuku found himself on the secluded shores of Bolshoy Shantar, an island nestled in the frigid waters of the Sea of Okhotsk off the coast of west Siberia. There, amidst the rugged terrain and unforgiving wilderness, he underwent an intense regimen of training under the tutelage of members of the National Crisis Committee and the enigmatic Gimei. It was a crash course in survival, warfare, and the darker arts of manipulation.
In a remarkable display of aptitude and determination, Izuku absorbed knowledge like a sponge, mastering subjects ranging from anatomy to ancient history. Physically, he honed his skills with an arsenal of weapons, from firearms to traditional swords and bows. It was a testament to both his status as the vessel of Gimei Kraub and his innate ability to adapt and excel in the face of adversity.
But it was not just knowledge and prowess that Izuku gained during his time on Bolshoy Shantar. As the conduit for Gimei's power, he found himself endowed with extraordinary abilities. Among them was Arsenal, a gift that allowed him to materialize any weapon he could conceive of, whether in hand or at his side. Another was Animal Summoner, granting him the ability to call forth creatures both living and extinct to his aid.”

The Figure paused, letting the weight of their words sink in before proceeding. "Now, as for Izuku's first actions, they were driven by a sense of revenge. He joined a group known as the League of Villains in the waning days of August, returning to Japan under the alias Inpei Osore. Through connections, he made contact with Kagero Okuta, alias Giran, thus solidifying his place within the League of Villains. While officially under the leadership of Tomura Shigaraki, the group was, in reality, controlled by All For One."

The Figure's demeanor turned somber as he continued, "Midoriya's tenure with the League proved to be rather unremarkable. He participated in two significant confrontations, the first being the ill-fated raid on the USJ. Despite their efforts, the League of Villains suffered defeat."

Nezu's expression hardened as he absorbed this information. If what was being revealed held any truth, it meant that their world was on the brink of facing a similar threat. He made a mental note to bolster security measures and devise counter-strategies to preempt any potential attacks on their own USJ facility.

"The second encounter," the Figure continued, "took place during a raid on the summer camp. While the League managed to achieve their objective of kidnapping Katsuki Bakugou, the victory came at a cost. Several members were left behind, including Izuku Midoriya."

Nezu's mind raced as he processed the implications of these events. It was clear that they needed to act swiftly to protect their students and prevent any similar incursions from occurring in their world. With a steely resolve, Nezu vowed to take decisive action upon his return to ensure the safety of UA and its students.

The Figure reclined in his seat, his expression grave as he continued, "In the aftermath of the summer camp incident, Izuku's psychological state underwent a notable shift. For weeks, he remained elusive, his whereabouts unknown. Then, approximately a week following the climactic battle between All For One and All Might, a grim discovery was made."

Nezu leaned forward, his attention fully captured by the unfolding narrative. The implications of Izuku's actions were becoming increasingly dire, and it was imperative to understand the extent of his transformation.

"Goto Imasuji, also known as Muscular, was found dead," the Figure revealed, his tone heavy with significance. "He, like Izuku, had been left behind during the summer raid. While Izuku managed to evade capture, Muscular was not so fortunate. He was apprehended and subsequently murdered in a brutal manner."

Nezu's furrowed brow betrayed his growing concern. The details of Muscular's demise painted a chilling picture of Izuku's evolving mindset and the lengths to which he was willing to go to achieve his objectives.

"It appears that Izuku orchestrated the assault," the Figure continued, his voice tinged with solemnity. "The police escort transporting Muscular to Tartarus was ambushed by a group of armed assailants. In the ensuing chaos, all officers were slain, and Muscular met a gruesome end."

Nezu's jaw clenched at the brutality of the scene described. It was evident that Izuku's motivations had shifted once more, steering him towards a darker path fueled by vengeance and a newfound purpose.

"The message left behind," the Figure added, his tone grim, "was a chilling declaration of Izuku's intent. Written in Muscular's blood were the words 'Non potes currere a mutatione'—'You can't run from change.' It signifies a departure from his previous vendettas, indicating a shift towards a more profound ambition: the eradication of Celestial Beings."

Nezu's mind raced as he grappled with the implications of Izuku's evolving ideology. It was clear that they were facing a formidable adversary, one driven by a conviction that transcended mere revenge. With a heavy heart, Nezu knew that their world was about to be plunged into a conflict unlike any they had ever known.

"Izuku's reign of terror plunged the city of Musutafu into chaos, as heroes and villains clashed in a violent struggle for supremacy. Amidst the chaos, Shigaraki ascended to become the new bearer of All For One, his power eclipsing all who dared to oppose him.

As the battle raged on, the absence of Izuku initially went unnoticed, with the League of Villains—now the Paranormal Liberation Front—assuming that he simply hadn't arrived yet. However, Izuku would soon make his presence felt in a chilling display of power and determination.

With a ruthless clarity of purpose, Izuku declared that anyone with a quirk, regardless of their allegiance, was an enemy in his eyes. His words sent shockwaves through the battlefield, as heroes and villains alike grappled with the realization that they were now targets of his relentless vendetta.

To further drive home his message, Izuku unleashed a deadly gas upon the battlefield, leaving death and devastation in its wake. The gas, later revealed to be mustard gas, served as a horrifying reminder of the depths of Izuku's depravity and the lengths he was willing to go to achieve his goals.

With this ruthless act, Izuku shattered the fragile illusion of order and plunged the city into a state of fear and uncertainty. His actions marked the beginning of a new era of terror, one in which no one—hero or villain—was safe from his wrath."

"Despite his sudden disappearance, Shigaraki remained focused on his own agenda, rallying the forces of villainy to his cause and sowing chaos throughout Japan. Unbeknownst to him, however, Izuku had quietly amassed power behind the scenes, forging alliances and solidifying his control over key factions within the National Crisis Committee.

Under the guise of Army Skull, Izuku had infiltrated the NCC, aligning himself with Gimei and laying the groundwork for his ultimate plan. With strategic precision, Izuku orchestrated a series of coordinated attacks, crippling Kyushu and plunging the region into darkness and chaos.

Division Cerberus, under the command of Army Undead, launched a devastating assault on Kyushu's electricity grid, severing communication with the mainland and isolating the region from outside assistance. Meanwhile, Izuku led Army Skull in a bold and audacious invasion of Kagoshima, swiftly seizing control of the city and establishing a stronghold for the NCC's operations.

Simultaneously, Army Neurberg descended upon Kushima, further tightening the NCC's grip on Kyushu. Despite the initial resistance, it was only a matter of time before the entire region fell under the control of Izuku and his allies.

In just three months, Kyushu was transformed into a stronghold of the NCC, a testament to Izuku's cunning and ruthlessness. With each victory, his influence grew, and the world as they knew it stood on the brink of irrevocable change."

"In the fateful year of 2324, the world bore witness to a momentous event: the final broadcast that would alter the course of history. Gimei, the enigmatic leader behind the clandestine operations of the NCC, emerged from the shadows and unveiled the truth to a stunned global audience.

With calculated precision, Gimei shattered the illusion of the NCC's demise, revealing its continued existence and widespread influence across Europe, Russia, Siberia, and various regions of Asia. In a bold declaration of intent, Gimei officially declared war on the Japanese Government and the PLF, signaling a new era of conflict and upheaval.

But the revelations did not end there. In a surprising twist, Gimei announced their resignation from leadership, paving the way for Izuku to assume control over the National Crisis Committee. With this unexpected transfer of power, Izuku emerged as a central figure in the unfolding chaos, poised to reshape the world according to his vision.

As the echoes of Gimei's proclamation reverberated across the globe, the stage was set for a showdown of unprecedented scale, with Izuku at the helm of a formidable force that would challenge the very foundations of society."

Sokka's brow furrowed in concern as he absorbed the gravity of the broadcast's revelations. "So, this Gimei person... they're basically handing over control to Izuku?" he mused aloud, his voice tinged with unease. Katara's expression mirrored his apprehension, her gaze darting between her brother and the screen as she processed the implications of Gimei's announcement.

Kya's eyes widened in disbelief, her thoughts racing as she struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the unfolding events. "Izuku... in control of such power?" she murmured softly, her voice filled with a mixture of uncertainty and concern. The sudden shift in dynamics left her feeling unsettled, uncertain of what the future held for her family and their world.

Ozai's lips curled into a sinister smirk, his eyes gleaming with anticipation at the prospect of upheaval and chaos. "So, the stage is set for a new era of dominance," he mused, his voice dripping with ambition. For him, the chaos and turmoil presented an opportunity to seize power and further his own agenda, regardless of the consequences.

All For One's expression remained inscrutable, his features masked by an aura of calculated composure. Internally, however, he acknowledged the significance of Gimei's resignation and the implications it held for Izuku's ascension to power. The chess pieces were moving into position, and he knew that the true test lay in navigating the turbulent waters of conflict and manipulation that lay ahead.

Azula's eyes narrowed with a mix of curiosity and calculation as she absorbed the unfolding drama. "Izuku Midoriya... a name to remember," she murmured to herself, her mind already racing with schemes and strategies to leverage the shifting dynamics to her advantage. For her, the emergence of a new player on the global stage presented both a challenge and an opportunity to assert her own dominance.

Zuko's expression remained impassive, his thoughts drawn inward as he grappled with the implications of Gimei's revelation. "Izuku... taking control of the NCC," he repeated softly, the words heavy with significance. Despite his reservations, he knew that the path ahead would be fraught with peril, and he resolved to remain vigilant in the face of uncertainty.

All Might's shoulders slumped in resignation, his gaze distant as he reflected on the turbulent times ahead. "Izuku... leading the NCC," he murmured, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. For him, the emergence of a new figurehead in the global arena spelled trouble, signaling a shift towards conflict and upheaval that threatened to engulf the world in darkness.

Sozin's eyes gleamed with a mix of curiosity and anticipation as he absorbed the news of Gimei's resignation and Izuku's ascent to power. "A new player enters the fray," he remarked, his tone tinged with a sense of intrigue. Despite the uncertainty that lay ahead, he remained eager to witness the unfolding drama and the pivotal role that Izuku would play in shaping the fate of nations.

"And then, chaos descended upon the world. Izuku acquired a formula from Overhaul that could neutralize quirks but turned lethal. He transformed it into a deadly gas and unleashed it globally. Within moments, 70% of humanity perished. The survivors consisted of a mere 30%—10% of them were quirked individuals who sought refuge underground, mainly congregating in places like UA, while the remaining 20% were quirkless individuals who were immune to the gas.

From 2324 to 2328, Izuku relentlessly hunted down these strongholds across the globe. He traversed continents from North America to South America, Africa, Oceania, and finally Japan. The last bastion was in Musutafu, where heroes and villains joined forces in a futile attempt to withstand Izuku's onslaught. Sadly, they failed, and the last of the quirked population met their tragic end.

Izuku vanished without a trace thereafter. Suddenly, a foreign entity resembling humans but hailing from another planetary system emerged. They followed Gimei's destructive path, systematically conquering planets. This empire, known as the Imperial Runon Empire, continued this pattern of subjugation.

As for Izuku's fate, it remains unknown. Some speculate he perished, while others suggest he may have been transported to another world to continue his crusade against celestial beings. For me, personally, I'm relieved he's gone and grateful to have been born quirkless."

Chapter Text

Izuku reappeared in the cinema, his expression bordering on boredom as he scanned the faces of everyone. It wasn't surprising that they looked shocked after witnessing his entire life story, essentially seeing how his actions led to the demise of everyone they knew from Earth. He glanced around at the people from his alternate universe, noting his alternate mother's saddened and tear-streaked face, his childhood friend's parents' mix of shock and anger, and the heroes' collective anger. He shrugged inwardly; their reactions didn't concern him much. If they continued to glare at him, he was tempted to flip them the bird.

A girl stood up; Uraraka, was it? Yes, he remembered defeating her in the final stronghold. She pointed at him, tears brimming in her eyes and anger evident. "You monster! Why would you kill so many people... for nothing!"

Izuku's eye twitched. For nothing? Hadn't she just witnessed why he did what he did? Hadn't she already learned about celestial beings?

Then another one stood up, a boy named Kirishima if Izuku remembered correctly, his fists clenched in anger as he shouted, "Yeah! What's wrong with you!"

Izuku had to suppress a yawn. He understood where they were coming from; he had essentially murdered their entire families with the Quirk-killing gas he made. But it seemed these people were forgetting a couple of things. Firstly, he was from a different universe. In the universe they were in, the alternate Izuku never committed the acts he did because he died in the summer camp raid and never met Gimei, nor was he abused by his mother. Secondly, the killing of quirks was inevitable. Either they would be erased by Gimei, or people would possess such powerful quirks that their bodies wouldn't be able to handle it and they'd die the moment they got them. There was a reason most celestial entities were evil.

More and more people stood up, their voices blending into a cacophony of accusations. Izuku stood there, unmoved. What did it matter? He didn't care. He'd heard far worse in his universe. But the onslaught was starting to give him a headache.

He took a deep breath, then exhaled sharply, unleashing a beam of black flames from his mouth. The flames nearly singed those who stood up, eliciting cries of panic and shock.

Annoyance and irritation dripped from his words as he screamed, "The next idiot that stands up will get their flesh melted off their face while their bones turn to ash! Seriously? You think I haven't heard it all before? I've been called a sack of pig shit who should just kill himself because I'm a quirkless piece of trash that shouldn't have even been given the opportunity to live. And you know who said that? My own mother, of course. So if you all think I care about your words, think again. There's nothing I haven't been called yet!"

There was silence once again, but Izuku didn't relent. "And what the hell do you think, dumbasses? There was just a video explaining everything to all of you! Let me summarize for those with short attention spans," he said, his voice dripping with frustration.

"There are celestial beings. They rebelled against the Creator, who banished them all. Most of them are spiteful and start killing a lot of humans out of spite. The Creator starts destroying them. They hide in human souls to avoid destruction. But the Creator can't bring himself to destroy a human soul before judgment. So, the Creator needs someone else. Enter Gimei, floating around in space. The Creator strikes a deal with Gimei. Gimei travels from planet to planet until it lands on Earth, discovering it's a hotspot for a thousand different celestial entities. It gets one vessel per human lifetime, or else Gimei would deteriorate from being so long tied to a mortal planet. Two hundred years before I'm born, celestial beings give humans powers. Sounds cool, right? Wrong! Those powers become so potent that a human body can't handle them, and the celestial beings take over the body. Gimei finds me, I become its vessel, and do what it's been doing for about four billion years: going from planet Ashuddh Grah to planet Earth, killing celestial beings. But because of quirks, humanity would become extinct. So, I kill two birds with one stone and create a gas that kills quirked individuals, ending the celestial beings within them. There, that's what I did. Understand now? Or should I take a drill and shout it through the hole I'll drill in your skull!"

His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of truth and frustration.

There was mostly silence now. Izuku just scoffed before walking out of the cinema. He had better things to attend to than dealing with their misplaced anger and confusion. As he exited, the door closed behind him with a heavy thud, leaving the stunned audience to process everything they had just heard and seen.

Izuku's mind raced with the tasks ahead. He needed to strategize, to plan his next steps in this world that was both familiar and foreign. The weight of his responsibilities pressed on him, but he was determined. If he could navigate the complexities of his previous life, he could handle whatever came next.

As he walked down the hallway, the echoes of his footsteps a reminder of his solitary journey, Izuku couldn't help but think about the irony of it all. He was a hero and a villain, a savior and a destroyer, all rolled into one. But in the end, he was simply a survivor, doing what needed to be done.

With a deep breath, he pushed open the next door, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

After a few minutes, people started to leave the theater. Some went to get food, others headed to the gyms in the compound to train, and some just retreated to their assigned rooms to rest. It was the last event for the day, which was a relief.

Sokka flopped onto his bed. It felt different than the one in Ba Sing Se—not bad, just foreign. He needed to collect himself. His mother, who he had believed dead for so long, had just appeared. Unlike Zuko's mom, whose return from the past had been explained, Sokka's mother was from the present. She wasn't dead, but she hadn't explained where she had been, only hinting that it was somewhere unpleasant.

His mind swirled with confusion and mixed emotions. Seeing her again brought a rush of joy, but her cryptic comments left him unsettled. He stared at the ceiling, trying to process everything, but exhaustion soon overtook him. He closed his eyes, letting sleep wash over him as he resolved to get answers tomorrow.

Mina Ashido let her skin relax as she jumped into the hot spring. There was one in the bathhouse, and who was she to complain about such a luxury? As she felt the hot water envelop her skin, she sank into it, letting out a contented sigh.

"Whose idea was it to show a bunch of war and destruction to children?" she wondered aloud. It wasn’t this Izuku’s idea; he was just the messenger, if she had pieced the clues together correctly. Oh well, bath now, thinking later.

She let the warmth seep into her muscles, easing the tension of the day's revelations. For now, she could forget about the chaos and the heavy truths they'd been shown. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the moment, knowing that there would be plenty of time to think and worry later.

A training dummy got blasted with lightning, the perpetrator none other than Azula. "If only they could move," she muttered before blasting its head off. She heard someone enter the training area behind her—some angry blond who had gotten shot on the first day of being here. Though it had only been a short time, she knew who it was. The green-haired guy did not like this one if their history was any indication.

After today's video, it seemed he liked no one. Killing eighty percent of the human population of his world—that was a... weird thing to do. She had heard his explanation, and in the broader sense, it was justified to a degree. But that didn't make it any less shocking.

She shrugged off the thoughts, refocusing on her training. With a swift motion, she sent another bolt of electricity toward the training dummy, obliterating it.

Elsewhere in the compound, various activities unfolded as everyone tried to process the day's events in their own ways.

Training Gym:
Bakugo was in the gym, unleashing his pent-up frustration on a series of punching bags. Each explosive hit echoed through the room, a testament to his anger and determination. Sweat dripped from his brow as he gritted his teeth, pushing himself harder and harder. "Damn Deku," he muttered under his breath. "What the hell happened to you?"

Library:
In the library, Momo Yaoyorozu sat surrounded by books, her brow furrowed in concentration. She had pulled several volumes on celestial beings, hoping to understand more about the entities Izuku had spoken about. Flipping through the pages, she took meticulous notes, her mind racing with questions and theories. "If only we had more information," she murmured, her pen scribbling furiously in her notebook.

Lounge Area:
In the lounge area, Toph Beifong was lounging on a couch, her feet propped up on a table. She was listening intently to the vibrations around her, picking up on the various emotions of the people in the compound. "Lot of confusion and anger," she noted to herself, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Can't say I blame 'em."

Kitchens:
In the kitchens, Sato, Suki and Aang were busy preparing a meal. Sato, focused on her knife skills, chopped vegetables with precision, while Aang stirred a pot of soup, trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy. "We need to stay strong," Aang said, his voice calm and steady. "For everyone."

#Outdoor Training Grounds:
On the outdoor training grounds, Todoroki was practicing his fire and ice techniques, creating a mesmerizing display of elemental power. Each movement was precise, a perfect blend of his dual abilities. "We need to be ready," he thought, his determination fueling his training. "Whatever comes next, we need to be prepared."

Dormitories:
Katara was in her assigned room, meditating. She sat cross-legged on the floor, her eyes closed, focusing on her breathing. The day's revelations weighed heavily on her, but she knew she needed to stay centered. "Balance," she reminded herself. "We must find balance in all this chaos."

Control Room:
In the control room, Mei Hatsume was tinkering with some gadgets, her mind buzzing with ideas. She was determined to find a way to help everyone understand and possibly mitigate the situation they found themselves in. "Maybe if I tweak this," she muttered, adjusting a small device, "we can get a clearer picture of these celestial beings' activities."

Each person in the compound dealt with the day's revelations in their own way, finding solace and strength in their activities, and preparing themselves for whatever might come next.