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Source: Hero Fan Forums > Musutafu Sightings > Weird Girl at the Sludge Villain Site?

Poster: Frantastic (@anotherlovelyday)

Subject: Weird Girl at the Sludge Villain Site?

Did anyone else see this? I stuck around after All Might saved those kids and blew the sludge villain apart. While the crews were cleaning up, this girl; just an ordinary-looking girl, maybe in her late teens, walked right past the police tape.

The cops yelled at her, but she didn't seem to notice. She went over to a big puddle of the villain's leftover sludge, poked it, and then scooped some up and ate it. I am not kidding. One of the officers ran over, and I heard her say, "It is rude to let ordinary pudding go to waste. It looks like taro!"

She offered the cop a handful of sludge. He just stared at her, horrified. She shrugged, ate the rest of the puddle, and then just wandered off. What kind of Quirk is that? Some kind of waste disposal ability? It was the strangest thing I've ever seen.

Source: Hero Analysis for the Future, Vol. 14

Page 2, Personal Log Entry

I still can't fully believe it. After all these years, after everyone told me to give up, the Number One Hero, All Might himself, told me... he told me I could be a hero. And not just that. He's entrusting me with his power. His Quirk, "One For All." A sacred torch, passed from one generation to the next. He showed me his injury... the real him. It's so much to take in. Me, Quirkless, worthless Deku... the next inheritor of the greatest power in the world?

But it's not a gift. I can't just sit here and get handed this power. That's why I'm here, at Dagobah Municipal Beach Park. Or, as I've been calling it, my own personal hell. All Might's "American Dream Plan" is insane. Cleaning this entire beach in ten months? It's been a mountain of illegal dumping for years! Refrigerators, cars, tons and tons of garbage...

But he's right. My body now is a "poor vessel." If I tried to take in One For All, my limbs would pop right off. I have to build myself up from nothing to become strong enough. Every muscle aches and my hands are covered in blisters. But every piece of trash I move, every tire I drag, I just think about his words. I can be a hero.

There are so many unknowns. But one thing is for certain. I won't let All Might down. I'll clean this whole beach. I'll get into U.A. I'll make this power my own.

Plus Ultra!

Source: Blog Post, "Sweet Somethings"

Poster: Hana (@sweet.somethings.bakery)

The Customer Is NOT Always Right (and is sometimes just really, really weird)

Okay, I know I usually keep this blog focused on the joys of baking—new experimental recipes we're trying out, random fun facts, you know the drill. But today, I need to vent. Because today, I had The Weirdest Customer Experience of my entire career.

It started out as a normal Wednesday. The morning rush was dying down, and I was just getting ready to prep a new batch of melonpan when this girl walks in. She looked totally ordinary, maybe a high school or college student, just your average customer. She smiles at me, looks at the display case, and I ask her what she’d like.

"One of everything, please."

I just blinked at her. "I'm sorry, one of... everything?"

"Yes, please!" she says, still smiling that same, cheerful smile. I thought she was joking.

She was not.

She literally wanted one of every single item in the display case. One matcha roll cake, one strawberry shortcake, one of each kind of mochi, a single slice of yuzu tart, one of every danish, a single croissant, one shokupan loaf... you get the idea. It took me forever to box everything up, and the whole time she just stood there, staring at each one as I boxed them up like I was going to take a bite myself if she wasn't looking.

But that wasn't even the weirdest part. The total came out to be pretty high, as you can imagine. I tell her the price, and she just says "Okay!" and starts pulling money out of her skirt pocket. Not a wallet. Just... her pocket. And it's this massive, crumpled WAD of 1000 yen bills. It must have been fifty or sixty of them, all disorganized. She just plops the whole messy pile on the counter, picks out her payment and then shoves it all back into her pocket.

And then, after all that, she took up her mountain of boxes and just... wandered out.

So, to the mystery girl who bought out a good amount of my stock with a pocketful of crumpled cash: I am both grateful for the business and deeply, deeply confused. Please, next time, just pick a few things. And maybe bring a wallet. My brain hurts.

Source: Hero Analysis for the Future, Vol. 14

Page 33, Personal Log Entry

This is it. I'm actually here, sitting in the auditorium for the U.A. practical exam. It doesn't feel real. Just this morning, I... I ate a piece of All Might's hair. I don't feel any different, not really. My stomach is churning, but that's probably just the nerves. Is One For All even working inside me yet? What if it doesn't activate in time?

I nearly ruined everything before I even got in the building. I tripped over my own feet on the walkway, I was just so nervous. But then, this really kind girl stopped me from face-planting. She just touched my back and I started to float! Her Quirk must be some kind of gravity negation, activated by touch. I saw little pads on her fingertips, so that's probably the trigger. Can she use it on herself to fly? Are there weight or time limits? The potential for rescue work is off the charts! I was so stunned I couldn't even thank her properly.

Right after that, while I was still floating and completely flustered, another girl walked up. I must have dropped a pencil when I tripped. She just picked it up, held it out to me, and said with this cheerful, placid smile, "Here's your ordinary pencil. Please take care of it!"

It was such a strange way to phrase it. Why call it an ordinary pencil? Was she trying to be reassuring? Or maybe her Quirk has something to do with objects? She just wandered off after.

I can't believe it. I interacted with two different girls in less than a minute. Well... I didn't actually manage to say a single word to either of them, but still! It's a new record.

Okay, focus, Izuku. The written exam is over. The practical is next. This is my one shot. I have to make this power my own, and it starts now. Plus Ultra!

Source: QuirkCast Vlog, "LIVE REACTION: U.A. Entrance Exam Madness!"

Poster: Kenji (@QuirkWatcher_Kenji)

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(Video begins with a medium shot of KENJI, a young man in his early twenties, sitting at a small table in a bustling coffee shop. He has a laptop open in front of him, displaying a live feed of the U.A. Entrance Exam practical. He wears large headphones and speaks enthusiastically into a small microphone clipped to his shirt.)

Kenji: "What is UP, Quirk-watchers, and welcome back to the channel! Kenji here, coming at you live with our annual U.A. Entrance Exam breakdown! The broadcast just started, and let me tell you, this year's crop of applicants is looking absolutely wild."

(He gestures excitedly at his laptop screen.)

Kenji: "We've already got some major standouts. Look, there's a kid with some kind of hardening Quirk, just smashing through bots head-on! Simple, but man is it effective! Oh! And there's engine legs! Classic mobility Quirk, super-efficient. But you gotta see this guy! This is my pick for the top spot, calling it now. This kid with the explosion Quirk—just blasting through these two-pointers like they're nothing. The power, the aggression, the raw mobility... he's got the total package. What a monster! This is gonna be—"

(A shadow falls over the table. The camera's focus shifts slightly as the ORDINARY GAL leans into the frame, peering at Kenji's laptop with a curious frown. She is completely oblivious to the microphone and the fact that he is mid-sentence.)

Ordinary Gal: "Are those robots feeling okay? They look like they are getting hit very hard."

Kenji: (Startled, he pulls back from the mic) "Uh—hey, sorry, I'm kinda in the middle of a live vlog here. For my channel?"

Ordinary Gal: (Ignoring him, she points a finger at the screen where Bakugo unleashes another explosion) "That one looks especially upset. Why does he explode? Does hitting robots make him feel better?"

Kenji: (Blinks, lowering his headphones) "That's his Quirk. You know, his superpower? He's trying to pass the exam."

Ordinary Gal: "A Quirk is a superpower? That is a messy name for it. Why do they test his 'Quirk' by having him hurt all those robots? Are they messy robots? It is not nice to punch them if they are just doing their job."

Kenji: (His enthusiastic expression falters into one of pure confusion.) "What? No, they're just targets! For the U.A. High School entrance exam! The number one hero school in the world? Are you for real right now?"

Ordinary Gal: "So it is a school for people who are good at hitting robots. That seems a little specific. Do they also learn how to apologize to the robots afterward? It is important to have good manners."

Kenji: (Sighs heavily, turning to his webcam with an exasperated eye-roll.) "Okay, guys, sorry about this. Looks like we've got a live one. Just some troll trying to get a rise out of the stream."

(He turns back to the Ordinary Gal, his voice flat.)

Kenji: "Look, lady, really funny stuff, but I'm trying to work here. Could you please go bother someone else?"

Ordinary Gal: (She gives the screen one last, concerned look.) "Okay. I hope the robots get some nice marshmallows in warm gasoline to feel better. Gasoline is a polite drink for when robots are feeling hurt."

(She straightens up and wanders away. Kenji stares after her for a long moment, completely bewildered, before shaking his head and putting his headphones back on.)

Kenji: "Unbelievable. Anyway, where were we? Ah, right! The explosion kid is now at 45 points... what a beast! Let's see if anyone can even come close to his score..."

Source: Security Footage Log, Musutafu Combini #48

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Timestamp: 18:35:12

(Camera 2 overlooks Aisles 3 [Snacks] and 4 [Drinks]. A young man with green, messy hair shuffles into frame. His shoulders are slumped, posture indicating extreme dejection. He stares blankly at a shelf of potato chips for 27 seconds without moving.)

(A young woman is already present in Aisle 4. She is holding a bottle of sports drink and a bottle of soy sauce, comparing them closely as if trying to decide between the two. She holds them up to the light, then shakes each one next to her ear.)

(Subject A sighs heavily, finally grabbing a small bag of shrimp crackers. He turns to leave the aisle, not looking where he is going, and bumps directly into Subject B.)

Subject A (Midoriya): Ah! O-oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking, I-I didn't mean to— I'm really, really sorry!

(Subject B [Gal] barely stumbles. She looks at Subject A, her head tilted with a placid, curious expression. She seems to recognize him.)

Subject B (Gal): Oh! Hello, green bean pencil boy. You were the one who almost fell down at the big school.

Subject A (Midoriya): (Face flushes bright red) Green… bean? P-Pencil boy? Y-you were there? Oh, uh, yeah, that was me... I'm so clumsy...

(Subject B studies his face. Her expression shifts to one of concern, in its own odd way.)

Subject B (Gal): You look very sad. Sadder than a robot that got punched a lot. Did you not get enough points?

Subject A (Midoriya): (He visibly flinches, clutching the bag of crackers so tightly his knuckles turn white. He looks down at the floor.) I... I got zero. I didn't get a single point.

Subject B (Gal): Oh. Zero is a very round and ordinary number. It is the most ordinary of all the numbers.

Subject A (Midoriya): (Mumbles, voice cracking) Yeah... ordinary...

(Subject B seems to think this is a good thing. She places a hand on his shoulder, her smile returning.)

Subject B (Gal): You should not be sad. I was watching. In fact, I think you are very ordinary and very gal.

(Subject A freezes. He slowly looks up, his expression a mixture of disbelief, confusion, and deep hurt.)

Subject A (Midoriya): Or... dinary? G-gal?

Subject B (Gal): Yes! Being ordinary is the best thing to be. And you have so much gal in you! You should be proud.

(Subject A's eyes well up. He seems to interpret her words as mockery of the highest order—calling him plain, worthless, and... a girl? He backs away, shaking his head.)

Subject A (Midoriya): I... I have to go.

(He practically flees the aisle, dropping the shrimp crackers on the floor in his haste. He runs out of the store without buying anything.)

(Subject B watches him go, her smile faltering into a look of genuine confusion. She looks down at the dropped crackers, then back towards the door.)

Subject B (Gal): (To herself) But it is good to be ordinary and gal.

(END LOG.)

Source: Hero Analysis for the Future, Vol. 14

Page 4, Personal Log Entry

I can’t stop shaking. My hands are trembling so much I can barely hold this pen.

The U.A. envelope came today. I saw it on the table and my stomach just dropped. That thick, fancy paper with the red wax seal… it felt like a final judgment. I was so sure it was a rejection. How could it not be? Zero villain points. I spent the whole practical exam being useless, and then I broke my legs and my arm saving someone, and I didn't even get a single point to show for it. I just stared at the envelope for what felt like an hour, picturing my mom trying to comfort me after I opened it.

When I finally ripped it open, a little disc fell out. I thought it was broken. But then it lit up, and a hologram of ALL MIGHT appeared right in my room! He was in his yellow suit, booming, “I AM HERE AS A PROJECTION!” I nearly passed out.

He started talking about my exam, about my zero points. He said while I failed on the villain-takedown front, there was a secret component to the test. And then he played a video. It was her—the kind girl with the gravity Quirk who saved me from falling! She was talking to Present Mic after the exam, asking him if she could give him some of her points because “it would be a shame for someone who saved me to fail.” She actually tried to share her score with me.

That’s when All Might explained it. Rescue Points. The exam wasn't just about fighting. It was about showing the heart of a hero. My single act of saving her earned me 60 rescue points.

Sixty points.

I got in. I’m going to U.A.

I started crying right then, and Mom came rushing in, and then she was crying too. And as if that wasn't enough, All Might announced that he was coming to U.A. as a teacher! I’m going to be taught by All Might himself!

I met up with him at the beach later. It was all clean, shining in the sunset. He just smiled, that big, toothy smile of his, and told me this was my first step.

I still feel like I’m dreaming. But it’s real. This is really happening.

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Source: U.A. Faculty Private Log

Author: Yagi, Toshinori

Subject: First Day Observations: Class 1-A Quirk Apprehension Test

As expected, Aizawa-kun’s teaching methods are… severe. A “Quirk Apprehension Test” on the very first day, with the threat of immediate expulsion for the student who places last. It certainly lit a fire under the students. The sheer potential in this class is staggering; from young Bakugo's explosive power to young Todoroki's mastery of ice. It's a bumper crop of future heroes.

And then there was young Midoriya. My boy. For a moment, I feared the worst. He couldn't control One For All and Aizawa was about to write him off. But he found a way. By focusing that immense power into a single fingertip for the ball throw, he managed an incredible score without completely destroying his body. The cost was a shattered finger, but the lesson was invaluable. He learned to adapt. Aizawa saw it, too. For all his talk of cutting loose those with "zero potential," he let my boy stay. He saw what I see.

My analysis, however, was cut short by a bizarre interruption. A young woman, looking to be in her late teens, simply walked up to the corner I was peeking around. She was completely at ease and had a placid, cheerful smile.

"They are throwing the balls very hard," she said, not as a question, but as a simple statement of fact. "It is ordinary for a ball to be thrown, but it is also important not to hurt the balls' feelings by leaving them alone afterwards. Will they retrieve the balls?"

Alarmed, I immediately asked for her identification. U.A.'s security is second to none; no civilian should have been able to wander onto the training grounds. She just smiled, reached into her skirt pocket, and produced a U.A. Visitor's Pass. It was perfect. The correct holographic seal, the right font, even Principal Nezu's signature. Assuming it was a minor oversight, I warned her that this was a restricted area and sent her on her way. She simply nodded and wandered off.

I thought nothing more of it until I mentioned the odd encounter to Principal Nezu later that day. His cheerful expression didn't change, but a chill went down my spine when he spoke.

"How interesting, Yagi-san," he'd said, pouring me a cup of tea. "Because I assure you, I issued no visitor's passes today. And security has no record of anyone matching that description entering or leaving the campus."

We have a ghost in the machine. Someone who can bypass the most advanced security system in Japan and forge a perfect identification document on a whim. Who was she? And what does she want with U.A.?

Source: Audio Log Recording, Recovery Girl's Office

Participants: All Might (Toshinori Yagi), Izuku Midoriya

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(BEGIN LOG)

(Sound of a sterile room. A quiet, rhythmic beeping from a heart monitor. The rustle of bedsheets.)

Yagi: (A deep, tired sigh) You won, young Midoriya. Against all odds, you and young Uraraka pulled out a victory.

Midoriya: (Voice is weak, strained) A-All Might...

Yagi: But look at you. Another broken limb. One For All completely overwhelmed you. Recovery Girl gave me an earful, you know. Said she can't keep patching you up if you treat your own body like it's disposable. This power will destroy you, my boy, if you can't learn to control it.

Midoriya: I... I know. I'm sorry. It was the only way I could think of to... to win without hurting Kacchan too much.

Yagi: I understand your sentiment. But there must be another way. We will find it. For now... rest. (Pause, sound of a chair creaking) There is... something else. Something I've been meaning to ask you about since the first day of school. I had a strange encounter during the Quirk Apprehension test. A girl. Teenager, placid smile? Says... very odd things?

Midoriya: (A sharp intake of breath) Her... You mean the girl from the entrance exam?

Yagi: You've met her, then.

Midoriya: Twice. The first time was right before the exam. I tripped, and she handed me a pencil I'd dropped. She called it an "ordinary pencil." It was... strange, but I was so nervous I didn't think much of it. The second time... was worse.

(The rhythmic beeping quickens slightly.)

Midoriya: It was after the practical. I thought I'd failed... zero points. I ran into her at a convenience store. She said... she told me I shouldn't be sad. That I was "very ordinary and very gal."

Yagi: "Gal"?

Midoriya: (Voice cracks with remembered humiliation) I thought she was making fun of me. Calling me plain, and... and a girl. Like I was worthless. It... really hurt.

Yagi: (Voice is low, serious) My boy... I do not believe she was mocking you. I believe she was being sincere. Which is, perhaps, far more concerning.

Midoriya: What do you mean?

Yagi: When I encountered her, she was standing on a restricted training field she should not have been able to access. She had a perfect U.A. visitor's pass that Principal Nezu later confirmed was a forgery, as none were issued that day. She was worried that the students were hurting the balls' feelings by throwing them.

Midoriya: Hurting the... balls' feelings?

Yagi: Young Midoriya, it seems her understanding of the world is... fundamentally different from ours. I don't know what her purpose is, or what Quirk she possesses, but I have a very bad feeling about her. If you see her again, do not approach her. Be cautious. Inform me or Aizawa immediately. Do you understand?

Midoriya: (Swallows hard) Yes... Yes, All Might. I understand.

(The beeping of the heart monitor is the only sound for a few seconds.)

(END LOG)

Source: U.A. Faculty Server, Audio Archive

Participants: Toshinori Yagi, Nezu, Ordinary Gal

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(BEGIN LOG)

(Sound of a phone ringing out, followed by a frustrated sigh and the click of the receiver being hung up.)

Yagi: "Still nothing. I can’t get a hold of Aizawa or Thirteen. The USJ’s communication lines are completely dead. That shouldn’t be possible."

(Sound of a chair scraping against the floor, quick, heavy footsteps.)

Nezu: (Voice is cheerful, unconcerned) "Patience, Yagi-san. There are any number of mundane explanations. A solar flare, a minor equipment malfunction. In fact, such an event presents a fascinating educational opportunity! It forces our staff to operate with full autonomy, a key tenet of situational heroism. From a pedagogical standpoint, the ideal learning environment often borders on the precipice of manageable chaos, which—"

Yagi: "Principal, my students are over there. I can’t just sit here and theorize while something might be terribly wrong."

Ordinary Gal: "The students are not having a very good time. The sleepy teacher with the scarf is hurt."

(A sharp clatter of porcelain, as a teacup is dropped. Yagi lets out a choked gasp.)

Yagi: "What the—?! Where did you come from?!"

Nezu: (His voice has lost all its cheer, becoming dangerously sharp.) "State your identity. You have bypassed all of U.A.’s security protocols. You are not authorized to be in this room."

Ordinary Gal: (Ignoring them, her tone remains placid and matter-of-fact.) "A lot of mean people are in the big glass building. They have a big purple man with his brain on the outside. They said they are waiting for the Symbol of Peace so they can kill him. That is you."

Nezu: "Yagi, do not move. This is an obvious trap. An unknown party with an infiltration Quirk of incredible power has breached this campus for the sole purpose of luring you into a compromised location. This is a textbook assassination gambit."

Yagi: (His voice is low, filled with a grim fury.) "Trap or not, villains are attacking my students. I’m going."

(A sudden, powerful gust of wind.)

Nezu: "Yagi, wait! At least gather the other teachers! Protocol exists for a reason! (A heavy sigh.) He never listens. (Sound of the chair swiveling.) Now, as for you. You will explain exactly who you are and how you—"

(A long pause. The only sound is the quiet hum of the office electronics.)

Nezu: "…And how you disappeared. Most concerning."

(END LOG)

Source: HERO PUBLIC SAFETY COMMISSION INCIDENT REPORT

FILE DESIGNATION: HPSC-INCIDENT-REPORT-USJ-01

SUBJECT: Unidentified Subjects Villain Incursion at U.A. High Facility (“USJ Incident”)

THREAT LEVEL: A-Rank (Neutralized)

DATE OF INCIDENT: [REDACTED], 20XX

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Executive Summary

At approximately 13:30 hours, a large contingent of unidentified villains initiated a coordinated assault on the U.A. High School “Unforeseen Simulation Joint” (USJ) facility during a Class 1-A rescue training exercise. Initial reports indicate villains utilized an unknown warping Quirk for infiltration. Communications from within the USJ were deliberately jammed. Pro Heroes Eraserhead and Thirteen engaged the intruders while protecting the students. The villains deployed a bio-engineered entity, designated “Nomu,” possessing multiple Quirks and specifically designed to combat Pro Hero All Might. Pro Hero All Might subsequently arrived and engaged the Nomu, ultimately defeating it after a destructive battle, which was retrieved soon after by police forces. The majority of the low-level villains were subdued by Eraserhead and the students. Key leadership figures, including an individual identified as Tomura Shigaraki, escaped via warp Quirk.

Casualties and Strategic Losses

• Pro Hero Injuries: Pro Hero Eraserhead sustained critical injuries. Pro Hero Thirteen sustained serious injuries.
• Student Injuries: Minor injuries reported among several students.
• Security Breach: The villains successfully infiltrated a secure U.A. facility and jammed communications, demonstrating significant capability.

Special Note: Unauthorized Civilian Presence at U.A. Main Campus

During the incident, U.A. Principal Nezu reported the spontaneous appearance of an unidentified female civilian within his secure office on the main campus. This individual bypassed all security measures without detection. She possessed detailed, real-time tactical knowledge of the USJ attack, including the presence of the Nomu and the villains' intent to kill All Might. She relayed this information directly to Principal Nezu and All Might before vanishing without a trace moments later. Security logs show no record of her entry or exit. Her identity, Quirk, and method of infiltration are completely unknown. Principal Nezu has flagged this individual as a secondary security concern of the highest priority pending further investigation.

Conclusion

The immediate threat at the USJ was neutralized primarily through the intervention of All Might. However, the incident highlights significant vulnerabilities in U.A.’s security and communications protocols. The escape of key villain leadership and the confirmed existence of an entity capable of bypassing U.A.’s highest security levels undetected represent ongoing, high-level threats requiring immediate HPSC attention. Further investigation into the identity and motives of the unauthorized civilian informant is critical.

Source: Nomu Bio-integrated Audio Recording Device

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(BEGIN LOG)

(Sound of a peaceful forest. Birds chirping, leaves rustling in the wind. A distant siren wails, then fades. Then, the sound of soft footsteps on grass.)

Ordinary Gal: Hello? Are you okay? You flew very far. It must have been a tiring trip.

(A long pause. Only ambient natural sounds are heard.)

Ordinary Gal: You are not talking. That is okay. Maybe you are just shy. Or maybe it is because your brain is on the outside. That must make thinking a little difficult.

(A soft, wet, squelching sound, as if she is poking a Nomu's exposed brain.)

Ordinary Gal: They were talking about those "Quirk" things. The superpowers. They said you had more than one. Is that true? It seems greedy to have more than one Quirk when some boys have zero. But maybe you did not have a choice. It is not ordinary to choose your own Quirks, I think.

(Another pause. She hums softly to herself for a moment.)

Ordinary Gal: Hmm. Your heart is not doing the thump-thump thing, and you are not doing the breathing. That is the ordinary part of being dead. The not-ordinary part was when you were walking around and punching people. Dead things are usually much more polite, but you were doing all that when you were dead. That is quite rude.

(Her tone becomes more contemplative, quieter.)

Ordinary Gal: This world is very pointy. It has a lot of heroes and villains and punching. Is it ordinary for a world to be full of so much pain? To have so much... breaking? I do not know. But the children were scared. It is not very gal to stand by and watch children get hurt. But it is not very ordinary to interfere in ordinary interactions. It is a very difficult problem. I do not want to make people scared or upset. That is rude.

(The sound of approaching, hurried footsteps from multiple people can be heard in the distance, getting closer.)

Ordinary Gal: Oh. The people with the pointy vibes are coming. They make scrunchy faces at me and ask difficult questions. I should go. Goodbye, brain-outside guy. I hope you have a nice time being dead.

(The sound of her soft footsteps walking away, fading quickly. A few seconds of silence, then the distinct sound of police officers arriving on the scene, out of breath.)

Officer 1: Holy... It's here. Just like the report said. It crashed right in the middle of the park. Good thing it ain't moving…

Officer 2: Look at the size of it... All Might really launched this thing halfway across the city. Is it... is it still alive?

Officer 1: I-I think it is! Don't get too close! Wait for the hero team to secure it. No telling what kind of tricks it has left. Check the perimeter. Did anyone see where it landed?

(END LOG)

Source: U.A. High Security, Video Archive

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(BEGIN LOG)

(The camera shows a spacious, quiet office. A faint hum of electronics is audible. Principal Nezu sets a porcelain teacup down firmly on its saucer.)

Nezu: "For the third time, Detective, I ask you to check again. Every centimeter. Under the desk, behind the bookshelves, the ventilation shafts. There must be something. A hair, a skin cell, a stray fiber. Some physical evidence that she was ever here at all."

Tsukauchi: (He sighs, looking weary) "Principal Nezu, with all due respect, my team and I have swept this office twice. Forensics went over it with a fine-toothed comb. There are no unaccounted-for prints, no foreign DNA, no signs of forced entry. It’s as if she materialized from thin air and then vanished the same way."

Nezu: "Precisely! And that impossibility is what we must find an explanation for! To bypass our systems so completely, to appear and disappear at will... it’s a security threat on a level we’ve never encountered. We need a lead, Tsukauchi. Anything."

Ordinary Gal: "Hello. I was told you wanted to talk. Is now a good time?"

(Tsukauchi instinctively draws his service weapon with a sharp, metallic clang. His chair screeches back. Nezu slams a red button under his desk, which emits a high-pitched, electronic BEEP.)

Tsukauchi: "Freeze! Don’t move! Identify yourself!"

Nezu: (His expression is dangerously calm) "Backup is on the way. Do not make any sudden movements."

(The Ordinary Gal stands in the middle of the room, looking between the two of them with a placid, curious expression. She is not alarmed by the gun pointed at her.)

Ordinary Gal: "It is a little cold here, but not freezing-water cold. Is that a gun? It is not polite to point guns at ordinary gals who have just come for a chat."

(The office door bursts open. ALL MIGHT enters in his hero form, his footsteps heavy, followed by AIZAWA, who moves quietly and deliberately.)

All Might: "Nezu! We got the alarm! What’s— (He stops short, staring at the girl.) It’s... her."

Aizawa: (His voice is a low growl, his hair beginning to float as his Quirk activates) "Don’t blink. Everyone stay on guard."

(The Gal looks at the assembled heroes with a small frown, but her posture remains relaxed.)

Nezu: "Identify yourself. State your name, your affiliations. We have no record of you in any civilian or villain database, domestic or international. Are you a foreign agent? A corporate operative? An entity created by a Quirk? Who, or what, are you?"

Ordinary Gal: "I'm an ordinary gal."

Nezu: (A brief, frustrated pause) "That is not an answer. Elaborate on your method of infiltration. You bypassed thermal sensors, motion detectors, pressure plates, Quirk-based alarms, and twenty-four-hour surveillance without leaving a single trace. You appeared in this room—a secure teacher's lounge—as if from nowhere. Was it teleportation? Phasing? Reality-warping?"

Ordinary Gal: (Tilts her head, as if genuinely confused) "I kind of just thought about it really hard and ended up where I wanted to be, like all ordinary gals do."

Tsukauchi: (Speaking quietly to Nezu, his hand partially covering his mouth) "Lie detector says... true. What the hell?"

Nezu: "Your 'warning' about the USJ. You provided precise details about the villains' plan, including the presence of the 'Nomu' creature. How did you obtain this intelligence? Did you intercept their communications? Were you part of their organization before defecting? What is your relationship with the man called Tomura Shigaraki?"

Ordinary Gal: "The rude people were talking loud, so I heard it."

Nezu: (He makes a sharp 'tsk' sound, his small face tightening in frustration) "The visitor's pass you showed to All Might. A perfect forgery, down to my own signature that I never signed. How did you replicate it? Do you have an accomplice within U.A.'s administration? Is there a mole in our faculty?"

Ordinary Gal: "I needed a pass, so I had one. It seemed polite. There are no moles in your school. Your groundskeeper is very good at keeping the grounds polite."

Nezu: (His voice rises in pitch, his fur bristling slightly in agitation) "What is your purpose? Are you an ally? An enemy? A neutral observer testing our capabilities? Your actions are contradictory. You save our students from an attack you had prior knowledge of, then you wander our campus with impunity, observing our students and staff. What is your endgame?"

Ordinary Gal: "I am just doing stuff I feel like doing. (A small pause.) Can I go now?"

Aizawa: "You're not going anywhere. You’re a security breach and a person of interest. You will answer our questions."

Ordinary Gal: (Her frown deepens as she shifts uncomfortably) "I am sorry. But I think staying here would be ruder than leaving. Goodbye."

(She doesn't resist. She doesn't fight. She simply isn't there anymore. One moment she is standing in the middle of the room, the next, she is gone. The space she occupied is empty.)

Tsukauchi: "Where...?!"

All Might: "Aizawa! Did you see where she went?!"

(A long, heavy silence fills the room. Aizawa is visibly breathing hard, his eyes wide.)

Aizawa: (His voice is strained, his expression one of horrified disbelief.) "I... I couldn't erase her Quirk. All Might... her Quirk Factor... it’s nonexistent. There was nothing to erase. She’s Quirkless."

(END LOG)

Source: HERO PUBLIC SAFETY COMMISSION THREAT ASSESSMENT FILE

DESIGNATION: HPSC-MISC-THREAT-ID-5202

CODENAME: GHOST

THREAT LEVEL: Provisional A-Rank (S-Rank pending further observation)

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Subject Summary

An unidentified female individual, codenamed GHOST due to her ability to appear and disappear from secure locations without a trace. Subject's motives are unknown, and her behavior is erratic, displaying a complete disconnect from societal norms.

Threat Level Assessment

Provisional A-Rank: GHOST has not demonstrated overt hostility or large-scale destructive capabilities. Her actions to date, while representing a severe breach of national security, have not resulted in significant property damage or loss of life.

S-Rank Deliberation: U.A. Principal Nezu and Pro Hero Eraserhead have strongly advocated for an immediate S-Rank classification, citing GHOST's absolute circumvention of their security and Eraserhead's inability to nullify her abilities. They argue that an entity with such power, whose motivations are completely inscrutable, poses an existential threat by default. However, per HPSC protocol 7.4.2, S-Rank classification requires a demonstrated capacity for city-level destruction or societal destabilization. As such, GHOST will remain at A-Rank, with a high probability of re-evaluation upon any escalation.

Observed Abilities

• Spatial Manipulation: Subject can traverse unknown distances and bypass physical barriers instantaneously. Mechanism is unknown. When questioned, Subject stated she “thought about it really hard.” This statement, however absurd, registered as a subjective truth under a Lie Detector Quirk.
• Object Manifestation: Subject has demonstrated the ability to produce complex objects from her person. The most notable example is a flawless forgery of a U.A. High Security Visitor's Pass, created on-demand.
• Quirk Immunity/Absence: Pro Hero Eraserhead has confirmed his Quirk, Erasure, has no effect on the Subject. His analysis concluded that the Subject does not possess a Quirk Factor to be erased. This “Quirkless” status is in direct contradiction to her observed abilities.
• Forensic Invisibility: The Subject leaves no physical evidence of her presence. No fingerprints, DNA, hair, or fibers have been recovered from any location she is confirmed to have occupied.
• Unusual Durability/Biology: Subject has been observed consuming non-edible and hazardous materials (industrial sludge, etc.) with no apparent ill effects.

Special Note: Perceptual Obfuscation Effect

A primary challenge in gathering intelligence on GHOST is a unique perceptual effect she passively projects. Individuals who have interacted with her are unable to provide a consistent physical description. While an observer can vocalize specific traits when prompted to (e.g., “she has brown hair,” “she is of average height”), these descriptors register as subjectively false when questioned by individuals with truth-discerning Quirks, such as Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi's Lie Detector.

The only adjective that all observers, including Pro Heroes All Might and Eraserhead, who have had direct contact with the Subject, can use to describe her that registers as true is “ordinary.” Her hair is ordinary, her eyes are ordinary, her build is ordinary. No observer has come up with any descriptor other than “ordinary” without outside prompting. This effect makes creating a reliable physical profile impossible at this time.

Statements about her state of being, such as “she's strange,” “she's a threat,” or “I don't believe her to be truly ordinary,” are all able to be successfully registered as subjective truth. The effect also does not apply to her clothes, age, or demeanor: statements such as “she was wearing a dress,” “she's a young woman, in her late teens to early twenties,” or “her body was completely relaxed” can be stated confidently and registered as subjective truth. This effect seems to be purely limited to physical descriptions of her body.

It is unclear if this is a deliberate ability or a natural facet of her existence.

Preliminary Psychological Profile

GHOST operates on a logic system that is fundamentally alien. She displays concern for the “feelings” of inanimate objects (e.g., thrown balls) but seems oblivious to the distress or authority of humans. Her motivations appear to be based entirely on whim (“doing stuff I feel like doing”). She does not fit the profile of a hero, villain, or vigilante. Her actions are unpredictable and should be considered a wildcard element in any situation.

Recommended Protocol

Despite her often benign demeanor, Subject 5202 is to be considered an unpredictable, high-level threat.

• DO NOT ENGAGE. All personnel are to maintain a safe distance.
• DO NOT ATTEMPT DETENTION. Current methods are deemed ineffective.
• Observe and report all sightings immediately to the HPSC Threat Analysis Division.