MHA: Radahn

Far from the battlefield, in a secluded forest untouched by the chaos of the city, Starscourge Radahn stirred. His massive frame lay sprawled amidst the trees, his golden armor glinting faintly under the moonlight. The air around him crackled with residual energy, the ground beneath him scorched and blackened from his earlier battle. Slowly, his eyes opened, glowing with a faint, otherworldly light.

He sat up, his movements deliberate and heavy, as if the weight of his existence pressed down on him. His hand instinctively reached for the hilt of his massive sword . He grunted, a low, rumbling sound that echoed through the silent forest.

Radahn's mind was a storm of fragmented memories and unfamiliar sensations. He remembered the battle—the heroes, their powers, so peculiar. Their futile attempts to harm him. But beyond that, his thoughts were clouded. Faces and names flickered in his mind, none of them clear. One face, however, stood out: a man with ethereal beauty , his voice commanding and filled with pride.

"Father..." Radahn muttered under his breath, the word foreign yet familiar. He remembered a technique—a devastating move that his father had used, one that had left the Great Elden Ring in shatters. The memory was hazy, but the power behind it was undeniable. He clenched his fist, feeling the energy surge within him. "I could use it... though I didn't apply the necessary might to fully release its power , I feared it might just decimate everything if not the world I'm standing"

-Other memories surfaced—battlefields he didn't recognize, enemies he couldn't name, and victories that weren't his. They were like shards of glass, sharp and disjointed, cutting through his thoughts. He shook his head, pushing them aside. "Later," he thought. "I'll make sense of it later."-

Radahn rose to his feet, his towering figure casting a long shadow over the forest floor. He knew he couldn't stay here. The heroes would come looking for him, and while he wasn't afraid of them, he had no desire to draw unnecessary fights—not yet. He needed to understand this world, to learn its rules and its weaknesses.

His gaze fell on the city in the distance, its skyline illuminated by countless lights. It was a stark contrast to the desolate battlefield he had left behind. "That's where I'll go," he decided. "But not like this.

He reached out his hand in mid air and the very space started tearing and a small portal was created. He somehow gained knowledge about how to use this skill , he called inventory , whose space seemed endless but still filled with countless treasures , weapons, artifacts and he then reached out pulling out a peculiar item—a shimmering, translucent stone that seemed to pulse with a faint, ethereal light. It was an artifact he had carried for as long as he could remember, though its purpose had always eluded him. Now, however, he understood. He crushed the stone in his hand, and a wave of energy enveloped him, rendering him invisible to the naked eye.

Radahn moved through the forest with surprising stealth for someone of his size, his presence completely concealed by the artifact's power. As he approached the city, he couldn't help but marvel at its strangeness. The towering buildings, the bustling streets, the strange machines that moved on their own—it was unlike anything he had ever seen.

'Beautiful'- he murmured.

He entered the city unnoticed, his massive frame blending seamlessly into the shadows. The people around him went about their lives, oblivious to the titan walking among them. Radahn observed them carefully, his sharp eyes taking in every detail. He noted their powers or what they called quirks—their strange abilities—and how they used them in their daily lives. It was fascinating, yet it also confirmed his earlier suspicion: this world was nothing like the one he had known.

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In the depths of a hidden lair, far removed from the prying eyes of heroes and civilians alike, All For One sat in his throne-like chair, multiple cabled attached to his back with his expression unreadable behind the menacing mask that covered his face. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a large screen that displayed footage of the recent battle—the one where Starscourge Radahn had effortlessly defeated the top heroes.

The footage paused on Radahn's towering figure, his golden Armor gleaming under the sunlight, his massive hammer resting on his shoulder. All For One leaned forward, his fingers steepled as he studied the image. A low, rumbling chuckle escaped his lips.

"Fascinating," he murmured. "A being of such raw power... and yet, so out of place in this world."

With a wave of his hand, All For One activated a communication device embedded in the armrest of his chair. A holographic screen flickered to life, and within moments, the dishevelled figure of Tomura Shigaraki appeared. His pale face was partially obscured by the hand that rested on it, his red eyes gleaming with a mixture of boredom and irritation.

"What is it, Sensei?" Shigaraki asked, his voice dripping with impatience. "I was in the middle of something."

All For One ignored the tone, his voice calm but commanding. "I have a task for you, Tomura. One that will require your... unique talents."

Shigaraki's eyes narrowed. "What kind of task?"

All For One gestured to the screen, which began playing the footage of Radahn's battle. Shigaraki watched in silence, his expression shifting from disinterest to mild curiosity further to a shocked one as the clip progressed. By the time it ended, a faint smirk had appeared on his face.

"So, this is the guy who took down Endeavor and the others?" Shigaraki said, his voice tinged with amusement. "He's strong, I'll give him that. But what do you want me to do about him?"

All For One leaned back in his chair, his tone measured but firm. "I want you to bring him under our control. By any means necessary."

Shigaraki's smirk widened. "Don't worry, Master. I'll get him under control. He's strong, but can he withstand my Decay?"

All For One's mask hid his expression, but his voice carried a hint of amusement. "Shigaraki, would you lose?"

Shigaraki's smirk turned into a grin, his confidence unwavering. "Nah, I'd win."

"But he is strong"

Shigaraki, who had been listening with growing impatience, finally spoke up. "Enough talk. I'll handle this. If this Radahn guy is as strong as you say, then he'll make a fine addition to our forces. And if he resists... well, I'll just turn him to dust."

All For One nodded, his approval evident even through the mask. "Go, then. But remember, Tomura... this is not just about strength. It's about strategy. Do not underestimate him."

Shigaraki waved a hand dismissively as he turned to leave. "Yeah, yeah. I got it. Don't worry, Master. I'll bring him to heel."

Before All For One could respond, the door to the room slid open, and the Doctor entered, his lab coat billowing behind him. His expression was one of concern as he glanced at the screen, then at Shigaraki.

As Shigaraki exited the room, the Doctor turned to All For One, his expression still troubled. "Are you sure this is wise, my lord? Radahn's power is... unnatural. Even for us."

"Lord All For One," the Doctor began, his voice cautious, "won't it be too difficult for him? This Radahn... his power is unlike anything we've seen. Shigaraki may be strong, but even he has his limits."

All For One turned to the Doctor, his tone calm but dismissive. "It will be a challenge, yes. But challenges are what make us grow. Shigaraki needs to feel humbled from time to time. It will temper his arrogance."

The Doctor frowned, clearly unconvinced. "And if something goes wrong? If Radahn proves too much for him?"

All For One's voice took on a darker edge. "I will be watching their ordeal. If necessary, I will intervene and teleport Shigaraki to safety. But he will not die. Not yet."

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As Shigaraki set out on his mission, the stage was set for a clash of titans—one that would test the limits of both his power and his resolve. Meanwhile, Radahn, still wandering the city in shadows, remained unaware of the forces gathering against him.

But All For One watched, his plans unfolding like a carefully crafted game of chess. And in this game, every move mattered.

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Radahn stood in a secluded alleyway, far from the prying eyes of the bustling city. Another artifact in his hand—a small, intricately carved stone—pulsed with a faint, golden light. He had found it among his belongings, its purpose unclear until now. As he held it, memories of his father, Radagon, flickered in his mind. The man had been a paragon of strength and discipline, a figure revered by many. Radahn had always admired him, even if their relationship had been... complicated.

With a deep breath, Radahn activated the artifact. A wave of golden energy enveloped him, reshaping his massive frame into a more refined, human-like form. His crimson armor melted away, replaced by the regal attire of his father—a flowing white and gold robe, adorned with intricate patterns that shimmered in the dim light. His face, once fierce and battle-hardened, now bore the calm, commanding presence of Radagon, the Champion.

Radahn examined his new form, flexing his hands and testing his movements. It felt strange, almost foreign, but it would serve its purpose. He couldn't wander the city as a towering, armoured giant; he needed to blend in. And yet, as he stepped out of the shadows and into the light, he realized that blending in might not be as easy as he thought.

The moment Radahn emerged from the alleyway, heads turned. People stopped in their tracks, their eyes widening as they took in his appearance. His transformation had not only altered his form but had also imbued him with an aura of divine authority. He walked with a confidence that was impossible to ignore, his every movement exuding power and grace.

A young woman walking by dropped her coffee cup, the liquid spilling onto the sidewalk as she stared at him, her mouth agape. "Who... who is that?" she whispered to her friend, who was equally stunned.

"I don't know," the friend replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "But he looks... like a god."

Radahn ignored the murmurs, his sharp eyes scanning the city as he walked. He needed to learn more about this world, and to do that, he needed to observe its people. But it seemed the people had other plans.

As Radahn continued down the street, a crowd began to form around him. People whispered to one another, their voices filled with awe and curiosity. Some pulled out their phones, snapping pictures and recording videos. Others simply stood and stared, unable to look away.

"Is he a hero?" someone asked, their voice tinged with excitement.

"He has to be," another replied. "Look at him! He's like something out of a legend."

Radahn's expression remained stoic, but inwardly, he was amused. These people were so easily impressed by appearances. Still, their reactions were useful. If they saw him as a hero, they would be less likely to question his presence.

As the crowd grew, a small child broke free from their parent's grasp and ran up to Radahn, their eyes wide with wonder. "Mister!" the child called out, tugging at the hem of his robe. "Are you a hero? You look so cool!"

Radahn paused, looking down at the child. For a moment, he was at a loss for words. He had never been one for children, but there was something about the child's innocence that struck a chord within him. He knelt down, his towering form now at eye level with the child.

"I am... a warrior," Radahn said, his voice deep and resonant. "But I am not from this place. Tell me, little one, what do you think of the heroes here?"

The child's eyes lit up. "They're the coolest! They fight bad guys and save people! Are you going to fight bad guys too?"

Radahn almost smiled. "Perhaps. But first, I must learn more about this world."

The child nodded enthusiastically. "You should meet All Might! He's the strongest hero ever!"

Radahn stood, his gaze thoughtful. "All Might... I will remember that name."

Unbeknownst to Radahn, his presence had already caught the attention of the Hero Association. Surveillance cameras had captured his transformation, he just spawned outta nowhere and the footage was being analyzed by a team of analysts. In a dimly lit control room, Watanabe stared at the screen, his expression a mixture of awe and concern.

"Who is this guy?" one of the analysts asked, their voice trembling. "He just... appeared out of nowhere. Is he a space-type quirk user?"

Watanabe frowned. "I don't know, its nothing special , let the local authorities deal with it. Hah! A lot of things are going on right now"

As the sun began to set, Radahn found himself on a quiet rooftop, overlooking the city. The crowd had dispersed, but the voices became whispers and soon they too were lost and became echoes. He knew he couldn't stay in this form forever, but for now, it served its purpose. He had learned much about this world—its heroes, its people, and its quirks. But there was still so much more to uncover.

He clenched his fist, feeling the power coursing through him. "This world sure is strange" he muttered to himself.