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“Breaking news—Japan mourns the loss of one of its greatest heroes. Pro Hero Hawks has been declared dead after an encounter with a villain whose Quirk caused him to vanish.”
“Japan mourns the loss of one of its greatest heroes. Pro Hero Hawks has been declared dead after an encounter with a villain whose Quirk caused him to vanish.”
“Authorities confirmed his disappearance at 10:42 PM at the night of July 6th, after weeks of investigation, the Hero Public Safety Commission has officially listed him as deceased.”
“His body has not been recovered, and details about the villain remain classified.”
The broadcast filled every screen across Japan—homes, shops, even massive billboards in Shibuya. The news anchor, her usual steady voice cracking, continued.
“Details of the villain’s Quirk remain unknown, but according to eyewitnesses, Hawks’ final act of heroism was one of self-sacrifice.”
“ The footage, which we must warn is disturbing, shows Hawks using his feathers to protect a group of civilians before he was struck with something of an emitting-type quirk.”
“With his wings nearly depleted, he was unable to react in time. In an instant, he was gone. No body. No trace.”
The footage played once more: civilians frozen in fear, Hawks swooping in, his feathers wrapping around them like a shield.
The villain’s attack—an eerie, pulsating wave of darkness—engulfed him. Then, silence. Empty space where he once stood.
In the days following the tragic event, communities across Japan organized scheduled memorials to honor Pro Hero Hawks, with ceremonies planned in major cities and towns.
The feed switched to a reporter standing on the streets of Musutafu, where makeshift memorials had already begun forming.
Flowers, candles, and handwritten notes piled up in front of a massive banner displaying Hawks’ smiling face. Citizens, their faces red from crying, shared their thoughts.
A young woman, still trembling, spoke first. “I was there. He—he saved me. I was stuck under debris, and he used his last few feathers to pull me out. If he had just saved himself instead…” Her breath hitched. “Oh God! What have I done!”
Beside her, an older man, his face lined with guilt, trying to comfort her, patted her back, he himself clenched his fists. “We were right there. If we had moved faster, if we had done something, maybe he wouldn’t have needed to waste his last feathers on us. We just stood there like IDIOTS! while he…while he—” His voice broke, and he turned away.
Others whispered their regrets. A teenager in a Hawks-themed hoodie clutched a candle. “He was my hero. He made being a hero look so cool. I wanted to be just like him…” His voice wavered. “Now he’s just… gone?”
Another woman wiped her tears. “Hawks always acted like he had everything under control. He made us feel safe. Protected. L-like everything was under control. You would NEVER feel scared for your life under his wings! and… the moment he was the one who needed saving…”
The feed cut to a different location—Hawks’ funeral.
The streets were filled with mourners. Thousands, maybe tens of thousands, had gathered.
The hearse, carrying a symbolic casket, moved slowly through the city. People reached out as it passed, as if somehow, if they could just touch it, they could bring him back.
Giant screens played tributes—clips of Hawks smirking, effortlessly dodging attacks, cracking jokes in interviews. His voice echoed through the speakers:
“Nah, I don’t need a flashy legacy. Just as long as I can help people and keep things running smoothly, that’s enough for me.”
Tears streamed down faces. Some sobbed openly. Others simply stood in silence, unable to process the loss.
A fellow Pro Hero, his voice heavy, spoke into a microphone. “Hawks was more than just a hero. He was our friend. Our ally. He gave everything he had—literally everything—for the people of this country… as heroes, we have to live up to that.”
As the casket reached its final destination, the sky, once clear, began to darken.
The news anchor, her voice softer now, spoke the final words of the broadcast.
“Today, Japan says goodbye to its winged guardian. But even in death, his legacy will soar.”
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