The news of Toshinori's arrest sent shockwaves across Japan. Reports of his crimes circulated rapidly, detailing the once-beloved hero's downfall. As more schools came under scrutiny for mistreating quirkless students, it wasn't just Aldera that faced backlash—other schools and workplaces were also being exposed for discriminatory practices. The public, once trusting, now questioned everything. People stared at their phones, watching footage of protests outside school buildings and offices, students and employees demanding justice for years of mistreatment. Quirkless individuals were finally speaking up, and their voices grew louder with each passing day.
But amidst the chaos and outrage, no villain breakouts had occurred. It was strange. The Symbol of Peace had fallen, and yet the underworld remained eerily quiet. No massive uprising. No large-scale attacks. As if even the villains were waiting.
Inside Tartarus, Toshinori Yagi—All Might—sat alone in his cell. His body, frail from years of fighting, felt even heavier under the weight of his shame. He no longer had the strength to hold up his own head, but it wasn't the physical exhaustion that dragged him down. It was the voices in his head. The spirits of One For All were finally able to reach him now that his hatred no longer kept them at bay. His rage had blinded him to their warnings for so long. But now, now that he had fallen, they had returned.
Nana Shimura appeared before him, her face a mask of deep disappointment. The others lingered in the background, watching in silence.
"You let this happen, Toshinori," Nana's voice trembled, a mix of frustration and sorrow. "Izuku... your son, the boy who was meant to be our successor, is lost because of you."
Toshinori clenched his fists. "He was never fit to be a hero! He had no quirk! How was I supposed to see him as anything more than a burden?"
The other users remained quiet, but their gazes bore into him, their disappointment palpable.
Nana stepped forward, her presence overwhelming. "We chose him, Toshinori. The moment Izuku was born, we knew he was the one meant to inherit One For All. He was special, not because of a quirk, but because of his heart. But you... you crushed him. You let your fear and hatred cloud your judgment."
"I was protecting the world!" Toshinori retorted, his voice rising. "What good would a quirkless successor be? How could he ever carry on our legacy?"
Nana's eyes softened, but her words were sharp. "You weren't protecting the world—you were protecting yourself. Your pride. Your image. You never gave him the chance to prove himself, to grow into the hero we all saw in him. You abandoned your son when he needed you most."
Toshinori's chest tightened. He had always believed in the justice of his actions. He had always justified what he did to Izuku as necessary. But now, as the truth unraveled before him, the weight of his choices began to suffocate him. He had killed his own son—his blood, his legacy—all in the name of his ideals.
"I... I did what I had to," he muttered weakly, his voice cracking. "I couldn't... I couldn't let him be a reminder of my weakness. He was quirkless... and-"
Nana's expression shifted, sadness flickering across her features. "You were quirkless too, Toshinori. But we saw something greater in you, just as we saw something greater in Izuku. You weren't chosen because of your strength. You were chosen because of your heart. Somewhere along the way, you lost sight of that."
A heavy silence filled the room, and the other users of One For All finally spoke up, their voices carrying the same disapproval.
"He was meant to be our successor," one said quietly. "We believed in him, just as we believed in you."
"You've destroyed everything we worked for," another added. "Not just the Symbol of Peace, but your own family. Your son."
Toshinori shook his head, his hands trembling. "He was weak... he wasn't cut out for this life. You all saw it."
"No," Nana interrupted firmly, her eyes blazing with intensity. "What we saw was potential—a potential you snuffed out because you couldn't bear the thought of your legacy being tied to a quirkless child."
Toshinori's voice faltered. "I... I did what I thought was right."
"Was it right to abandon him?" Nana's voice broke slightly as she spoke. "Was it right to hate him for something he had no control over? Was it right to kill him?"
Toshinori's heart pounded in his chest. He had always justified it in his mind, always convinced himself that his hatred was justified. But now, faced with the truth, he found himself wavering.
"You didn't just kill a boy," Nana continued, her voice now a whisper. "You killed hope. You killed the future of One For All."
For the first time, the weight of what he had done truly began to sink in. Toshinori's hands shook as he buried his face in them, feeling the full brunt of the shame he had been trying to avoid.
Nana's voice softened. "Toshinori... I chose you because I believed in you. But now, I wonder if I was wrong. Maybe there was someone else out there who could've carried this better... maybe..."
Toshinori's head snapped up, his eyes wide with hurt. "Don't say that," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "I... I tried, Nana. I tried to be everything you wanted."
"And you lost yourself along the way," she responded quietly, her eyes filling with unshed tears. "I thought you would be the one to break the cycle, but you became the thing you feared most. You became the person who cast judgment on others, just like they judged you when you were quirkless."
A heavy silence settled in the room, the weight of Nana's words pressing down on everyone.
Finally, Toshinori broke the silence. "What do I do now? What's left for me?"
Nana's eyes softened, but the sternness in her voice remained. "You need to face the consequences of your actions. We can't undo what's been done."
Toshinori fell silent, his head hanging low. The weight of their words crushed him, yet he couldn't bring himself to admit his fault.
Just as the silence in the room deepened, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the prison corridor. Toshinori lifted his head, confused, as the guard opened his cell door.
"You... what are you doing here?" he stammered, his voice filled with shock.
The figure's face remained in the shadows, but there was a hint of a smile in the darkness.
Toshinori's breath caught in his throat as the figure stepped closer to the bars. "I've come to talk, Toshinori," the figure said, their voice smooth and unsettling.
Toshinori's eyes widened, and the faint light from the corridor revealed the figure's identity. It was someone he never expected to see again, someone whose presence sent a chill down his spine.
