My Hero Academia: The Dragon's Quirk

Sir Nighteye's last words, "You changed it," continued to echo in my mind, even weeks after the battle at the Shie Hassaikai headquarters. It was both a burden and a validation. I had interfered with the flow of destiny, and although we had managed to save Eri, the consequences of every change I made were still a terrifying mystery. Life at U.A. returned to a routine, but it was a routine colored by a new awareness. We were no longer children dreaming of becoming heroes; we were young soldiers who had seen the face of evil and the price of victory firsthand.

One morning, Aizawa-sensei gathered us in the dorm's common room, his face more serious than usual. He turned on the large television screen, which was showing a live broadcast of the Hero Billboard Chart JP. "Pay close attention," he said simply. "This is the world you will be entering."

We watched in silence as the hero rankings were announced, an annual ritual that this time felt like a funeral. For the first time in over a decade, All Might's name was not at the top. We saw heroes we knew rise or fall in the ranks, saw Endeavor awkwardly accept the number one spot, and saw Hawks casually claim the number two position. It was the coronation of a new king, but there was no celebration. There was only a hollow, awkward feeling, an acknowledgment that the pillar that had supported our entire society was gone.

A world without a Symbol of Peace was a colder, more frightening world. The daily news reports were filled with an increase in villain activity. The remaining heroes worked overtime, trying to fill the void left by All Might, but they were only human. They couldn't be everywhere at once. Public trust began to erode, replaced by fear and uncertainty.

In the midst of all this, I continued my training with an almost obsessive intensity. My knowledge of the future was a ticking time bomb. I knew about the coming war, about Shigaraki's rise. I didn't have the luxury of relaxing. Every night, I would sneak into Gym Gamma, pushing myself to the absolute limit. I trained to master my weapon manifestation, Dragon's Fang. The short sword I could create became more stable, sharper. I learned to maintain it for longer, from a few seconds to almost a full minute, though it still drained my energy very quickly.

I also began to consciously train Incursio's adaptive ability. With the help of Momo, who created various training tools, and Todoroki, who reluctantly agreed to be a sparring partner, I began to expose my armor to different types of attacks. I felt how it learned to resist heat, how it hardened slightly to counter impacts, how it tried to neutralize vibrations. It was a slow and painful process, but I could feel my connection with Incursio deepening. We were no longer just partners; we were beginning to think as one.

On the other side of the world, my enemies were not idle either.

In an unknown location, Akame was studying the information from the flash drive I had given her. She had tracked the connection between Yozakura and several black market operations. She found a pattern: Yozakura wasn't just killing; they were also collecting data, especially data on powerful and unique Quirk users. Her investigation led her deeper into a world of conspiracy, where she began to see a common thread connecting this ancient clan of assassins with an even more dangerous, mysterious organization, Humarise. She knew that her hunt was no longer just about her past; it was about the future of this world.

Meanwhile, in the ruins of their headquarters, the League of Villains was licking their wounds. But under the new, more terrifying leadership of Shigaraki, they weren't just recovering; they were evolving. We saw it on the news. A surprise attack on a highway. A destroyed police convoy. And the most horrific report: the last remnants of the Quirk-destroying bullets and Overhaul's research had fallen into the hands of Tomura Shigaraki. He now had the weapon to destroy hero society from its very foundation.

The news hit U.A. like a storm. The fear became real. The teachers held an emergency meeting. We, the students, could only watch helplessly as the world outside our walls began to crumble.

That night, as I was training in my room, trying to calm my restless dragon's heartbeat, a deafening alarm suddenly blared throughout the U.A. campus. Not a fire alarm. It was the highest priority alarm. A Level S security breach alarm.

I ran out to the common room, where my classmates were already gathered frantically in front of the main screen. Aizawa-sensei's face appeared on the screen, his expression grimmer than I had ever seen. "All students, remain in the dorms. Lock all doors and windows. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill."

The screen then switched to an emergency news broadcast. A news helicopter was hovering over an artificial island in the middle of the sea. An island I knew very well from my memories. Tartarus. The maximum-security prison for the most dangerous villains in the world.

The scene on the screen was apocalyptic. The prison walls, which were supposed to be impenetrable, were shattered to pieces. The watchtowers were on fire. And from the gaping holes in the fortress, hundreds, thousands, of villain figures poured out like a swarm of insects.

Then, the camera zoomed in on the center of the destruction. Standing on the rubble, shrouded in a horrific aura of reddish-black energy, was a figure now completely possessed by All For One. Tomura Shigaraki had completed his process. He had risen.

He raised his hand, and a giant wave of Decay swept across the entire island, turning everything it touched into dust in an instant. Beside him appeared his most valuable prisoners: Muscular, Moonfish, and even some members of the Eight Bullets of Death he had managed to free. The gates of hell had been opened, and all its demons had been unleashed upon the world.

In the dorm common room, a total silence fell over us. This was the moment I had feared. This was the beginning of the end. The era of darkness that had been foretold had now arrived.

I looked at the pale, frightened faces of my friends. I saw Momo clenching her hands, Uraraka crying silently, Bakugo staring at the screen with helpless rage, and Midoriya trembling, feeling the weight of his legacy now a hundred times heavier.

In the midst of their despair, I felt something different within me. Not fear. Not panic. But a cold, deadly calm. My dragon's heartbeat became stable. The echoes of the warrior's soul within me stopped whispering. They had now merged with my resolve.

I clenched my fist. I no longer felt like a boy trapped in someone else's story. I was no longer just an observer.

As I looked at Shigaraki's viciously smiling face on the screen, a smile that promised destruction to all that I loved, I knew my role. In a world that had lost its Symbol of Peace, in a world where villains now reigned, I had to become something else. Not just a hero. I had to become the sword that would cut through the darkness.

An emergency message from Ryukyu appeared on my secret device. It contained only two words. "Be ready."

I knew what it meant. The time for training was over. The time for hiding was over.

I looked at my reflection in the dark television screen. "I'm ready," I whispered. The final war was about to begin.