𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗦 ⌈𝐈⌔𝐌 ✗ 𝔽!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹⌋

Chapter 122

CHAPTER 122: All for One Purpose

The sky still glows gold from Bakugo’s final blast.
Smoke curls upward from the charred horizon, a slow, ghostly rise against the bruised dawn. The earth is cracked and blackened, water seeping into the fractures with a faint hiss. Every drop that hits the ground turns to steam, vanishing into the mist that clings stubbornly to the battlefield.

You stand at the edge of it all — silent, breath uneven.
The wind cuts through the air, carrying the lingering scent of ash and ozone. The storm has passed, but its echoes remain in every breath you take.

Your legs feel heavy, trembling beneath the weight of exhaustion, yet you can’t bring yourself to stop. The adrenaline that once fueled your body has drained away, leaving behind a quiet, aching numbness. The water at your feet ripples in response to your heartbeat — faint, uneven, but alive.

You glance back once.

Bakugo lies a few meters behind you, the remnants of his gauntlet shattered beside him. His chest rises and falls shallowly, but it moves. That single rhythm — unsteady as it is — grounds you.
A few steps beyond him, All Might lies motionless on the ground, his body bruised and bloodied, one arm bent at an unnatural angle. He’s still breathing too — faint, but steady.

The sight makes your throat tighten.
They’re alive. Somehow, against all odds — alive.

But your relief fades quickly into the wind.

Because beyond this fragile peace… the world is still burning.

You turn toward the horizon.
Lightning flashes again — bright, violent — slicing through the clouds with a blinding pulse. The color isn’t just white or blue anymore; it flickers between green and red, colliding in the distance. And beneath that clash, the earth itself seems to tremble.

The remnants of your quirk stir instinctively.
The puddles at your feet shiver, rising in faint threads of water that coil and drift in the air around you, drawn by your pulse. The droplets hang suspended for a heartbeat — fragile, weightless — before falling back to the ground with a soft patter.

“This isn’t over…” you murmur, the words carried off by the wind.
You lift your gaze toward the storm still raging beyond the ruins. “Not yet.”

Your voice is quiet but steady — not defiance, not despair — something in between. Resolve.

Another flash tears through the sky, illuminating the battlefield in bursts of violent light. You catch a glimpse of them — faint and distant, yet unmistakable.
Izuku Midoriya. Tomura Shigaraki.
Their silhouettes clash like two forces destined to destroy one another. Every strike ripples through the air, shaking the very bones of the world.

For a long moment, you just stand there, watching.
The air around you hums with leftover energy — the residue of All For One’s power, of Bakugo’s final explosion, of your own quirk stretched to its limit. The rain that falls now feels different — cooler, gentler — as if the heavens themselves are trying to wash away the chaos.

You take a slow step forward. Then another.
Your boots sink into the mud, your reflection breaking in the water beneath you. With each step, more droplets lift — circling around your arms, your shoulders, your fingers — forming a faint halo of movement that pulses in rhythm with your heartbeat.

Your quirk responds to your determination.
The closer you move toward the storm, the steadier it becomes — no longer flickering, no longer uncertain. The water bends to your will, reshaping itself into streams that twist through the air like veins of light.