HERO SYSTEM OF IZUKU

Chapter - 9 INHERITING OFA ( Rewritten )

As Izuku stood on the beach, drenched in sweat, his muscles aching from months of relentless work, he gazed at the horizon with a sense of overwhelming pride. The beach, once tarnished with garbage and filth, was now pristine. The ocean shimmered in the sunlight, the sand was untouched, and the air smelled fresh—a testament to his blood, sweat, and tears.

Old Torino and Aizawa stood behind him, their faces showing quiet approval. Old Torino, however, was the first to act. He reached for his phone, dialing a number with a firm, almost expectant expression.

The phone rang, and after a moment, a tired voice answered, "Hello? Father, why are you calling me this early in the morning?"

With a small scoff, Old Torino's voice was filled with purpose. "He's ready."

Toshinori's tone shifted, now tinged with disbelief. "Father, it's barely been five months. Are you sure? I've seen what OFA can do to someone. If he's not prepared, he could die from the strain."

Old Torino's voice grew more insistent. "Come to the community beach and you'll see for yourself. You'll understand when you get here."

The line went silent as the call ended. Toshinori, still doubtful, couldn't shake off the unease. He knew firsthand how dangerous One For All could be, especially for someone who wasn't prepared. He couldn't fathom how Izuku, after only five months, could possibly be ready to take on such a monumental burden.

Toshinori's POV

The drive to the beach was long, filled with uncertainty and doubts. Could he really be ready? Could Izuku have changed this much in such a short amount of time?

Toshinori couldn't deny the gnawing sense of guilt in the pit of his stomach. He had neglected Izuku for far too long, dismissing him as incapable because of his quirklessness. Toshinori knew that there were lies involved, lies that he had let cloud his judgment. His own daughter, Izumi, had fed him those lies, claiming that Izuku was a bully, that he was too reckless, and that he didn't deserve to be a hero. In truth, Izumi's fear for Izuku had twisted her perception of him. She had been terrified that if he tried to become a hero without a quirk, he would end up dead, just like so many others. She lied to protect him, but in doing so, she pushed him further away.

Toshinori had believed her. And that mistake had cost him the relationship he could have had with his son. He had failed him, all in the name of protecting him.

As Toshinori pulled into the parking lot and exited his car, the sight before him was enough to make his breath catch in his throat. The beach had been transformed. Where there had once been pollution and decay, there was now beauty. The horizon was clear, the water sparkling, the sand untouched.

It was Izuku's work—his sweat, his blood, his dedication. Toshinori's heart tightened. This is my son. He could see the change in him, the raw power that had been honed over months of relentless work. But it was more than just physical strength. Izuku had forged his own path, despite the odds, despite the years of doubt and neglect. He was no longer the timid, quirkless boy Toshinori remembered. He was someone different now, someone stronger, someone far beyond the fragile shell of a child Toshinori had tried to protect.

And yet, there was something in Izuku's eyes—something raw and unforgiving. Toshinori's heart sank as he saw the bitterness in Izuku's gaze. There was anger there, an anger that Toshinori knew he had earned, a anger that had been nurtured by years of being abandoned, misunderstood, and hurt by those who should have cared the most.

When their eyes met, it felt like an explosion.

Izuku's voice broke through the tension. "So, you finally showed up."