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Chapter 86: Thank you for saving me, Heroes

Heyo! I'm back with update! Anyone miss me?........ No? Okay :( Understandable, I'm unworthy of any love (・ ・；)

And let's start now, the beginning of this book's new arc.

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A month had passed since the catastrophe in Mutsutafu, the night Tomioka Y/n lost control of his Demon Quirk and nearly tore the city apart.

The scars left behind weren't easily forgotten, but the miracle was undeniable.

Not a single life had died.

Those closest to the truth knew why. Douma's Blood Demon Art is obedient to Y/n's desperate final request had preserved their lives when they should've been lost.

Japan slowly began stitching itself back together. The public is shaken but resilient, tried to return to normal. The heroes healed. U.A. reopened its classrooms.

And the word "demon," once whispered in terror, became just another headline fading with time.

But behind closed doors, not everything had settled.

Inside a grand chamber overseas, the presidents of the international Hero Public Safety Commissions gathered.

They demanded one thing...

Y/n Tomioka's execution.

"I'm afraid I cannot allow you to take him down."

Japan's HPSC President stood tall at the center of the table. Her eyes burned with a rare, dangerous intensity.

"You have no idea what that boy has done for our country before his Quirk overwhelmed him."

Some scoffed. A few muttered. But she raised her voice before they could speak.

"For months, Japan has suffered losses. Heroes, civilians, even villains. We're facing something none of you can begin to understand. And Tomioka Y/n has defeated two of these monsters."

"And according to the captured Uppermoon," she continued, "the progenitor demon, the source of every tragedy will soon return. Its revival is nearly complete, and it will not stop until humanity is devoured."

She let her words sink in like poison.

"That boy is the only one with power proven to kill them. Without him, Japan falls first. Then the rest of you."

Yet despite everything, the foreign presidents exchanged distrustful looks.

"He lost control once." one of them argued. "He will lose control again."

"He's a threat to global safety-"

"He is a child," the Japanese President snapped, slamming her fist against the table. "A child who fought for us until his body broke."

But they still didn't budge

And in the back of the room leaning against the wall, arms crossed tightly. Hawks watched them with simmering irritation, barely containing the urge to snap one of his feathers straight through the screens.

They didn't see what he saw.

They didn't know what Y/n endured.

And they sure as hell didn't understand what he'd saved them from.

Hawks clicked his tongue softly. "Idiots..." he muttered under his breath.

he chamber grew louder by the second. Voices clashed, every foreign president seemed determined to shout over the others.