The Force Of Nature

assembled for war

The moon cast a pale, distant light across the city as the early hours of the night unfolded. The streets were eerily silent, but beneath that calm, a dark storm was gathering—a storm unlike anything anyone had ever seen. The devastation left behind by the boy's destructive power had sent shockwaves through every corner of society, and the city felt as though it were on the brink of collapse.

The Emergency Summit

In a secure government facility, the top heroes of Japan gathered. At the head of the table stood All Might, the pillar of hope and strength, his imposing form casting a long shadow. His usual presence was marred by an air of concern, the weight of the situation pressing down on him as he addressed the group.

The room was tense, filled with the top 10 and top 20 heroes—Japan's strongest protectors. Each of them had been summoned because the threat they faced was unlike anything they had ever encountered. No villain had ever caused this level of destruction. Not even the most feared criminals in the world had struck this quickly, this ruthlessly.

As All Might spoke, his voice was tinged with urgency. "The carnage that occurred tonight is unprecedented. We've lost 10 of our finest heroes, and hundreds of civilians have fallen victim to an unknown assailant. The cause? A boy. No older than 16. His quirk is beyond our comprehension."

A chilling silence fell over the room. The weight of his words hit every hero in attendance. Best Jeanist, the top 4 hero with his fabric manipulation quirk, stood up from his seat, his expression severe. "A boy? That's... impossible. How could one person cause this much destruction?"

All Might nodded gravely. "We don't know. His powers are unlike anything we've seen. Eyewitnesses describe him as having greenish flames—intense, unyielding flames that consumed everything in their path. He didn't even give the villains a chance to fight back. The moment they encountered him, they were reduced to ashes."

Mirko, the top 5 hero known for her unparalleled strength and agility, spoke with a clenched jaw. "We're talking about someone who's more powerful than any of us. A kid? What kind of quirk could make him that strong?"

All Might grimaced. "That's the issue. We don't know what we're dealing with yet. The boy's quirk is unmeasurable, and it seems to be unpredictable. The damage he's caused in a short period of time—less than 30 minutes—is staggering. We've never seen anything like it."

The Debate Intensifies

The room was filled with murmurs as the other heroes exchanged uneasy glances. Crimson Riot, the top 10 hero, stood and slammed his fist on the table. "This is madness! If it's really a boy, how could we not have known about him earlier? How did he get so strong without anyone noticing?"

All Might, his eyes narrowing, addressed the group calmly. "That's the problem. We can't find any information on him. No records, no leads. It's as if he appeared out of nowhere. This boy—he might be a force of nature, something we can't even begin to understand."

Nighteye, the top 6 hero with the ability to foresee the future, looked up from the papers he had been reviewing. "We can't afford to waste time. We need to find him, and we need to find him now. If we don't stop this, it could escalate into something much worse."

The room fell silent again, the weight of the situation clear to everyone present. Gran Torino, the top 20 hero and All Might's mentor, was the next to speak. "We've all faced difficult situations, but this is different. A single boy bringing down ten of our strongest heroes... It's hard to imagine. We can't underestimate him."

Vlad King, another top 10 hero, leaned forward. "So what now? Do we just go after him? What if he's waiting for us? What if he's ready for us?"

All Might's jaw tightened as he met their eyes one by one. "We're going to mobilize. Every single one of us will take part in this. We'll search the city and gather any information we can. We won't let him destroy everything we've worked for. We will find him, and we will stop him."

The heroes nodded grimly, knowing the gravity of the task ahead. This was not just about stopping a villain. This was about facing a force unlike any they had ever known.

A Desperate Search

The heroes were divided into teams, each assigned to a different section of the city. All Might, Best Jeanist, and Mirko led the charge in the most heavily damaged areas, hoping to find some sign of the boy's whereabouts. They knew the longer they waited, the greater the risk of him striking again.

Hawks, who was ranked in the top 11 at the time, spread his wings and took to the sky, scanning the streets below. His sharp eyes scanned for any trace of the boy, any sign that might lead them to him. His quirk—flight and speed—was useful, but in this case, it felt almost useless. How could they fight something they couldn't understand?

The Boy's Fury

In the shadows of the city, the boy walked alone. His face was expressionless, but his eyes burned with malice. Every step he took seemed to reverberate with the weight of the destruction he had already caused. The blood of the heroes and villains alike stained his path, but he felt no remorse, no satisfaction. His purpose was clear: to destroy, to obliterate.

His flames had burned brighter than anything the heroes could imagine, and he had reduced those who crossed his path to nothing but ash. Now, as he moved through the city, he could feel their presence—the heroes were coming for him.

But the boy wasn't afraid. He welcomed them.

All Might's Realization

All Might was the first to feel it—the shift in the air, the weight of the city pressing down on him. He could feel the boy's presence, a force that was as unpredictable as it was powerful. This was no ordinary opponent. This was a force of nature.

As the search continued, All Might's thoughts turned darker. Could they even defeat someone like this? Was there any way to stop the boy before he completely shattered everything they had built?

And then, as if to answer his unspoken fears, the boy appeared before them—unseen, unpredicted, and ready to strike.

To Be Continued...