MHA: Radahn

The first rays of sunlight broke over the horizon, casting a warm glow across the city's towering skyline. High above the awakening streets, Radahn stood silently, his white-golden robes shimmering faintly in the dawn light. Below, the city stirred—cars filled the roads, the chatter of early commuters echoed through the streets, and the hum of life slowly began to rise. Yet, amid the ordinary bustle, something caught Radahn's eye.

In a quieter part of the city, an unsettling disturbance unfolded. A group of masked individuals stormed into a large, imposing structure—Central City Bank. The grand architecture of the building intrigued him, with its tall columns and massive vault-like door, reminiscent of ancient treasure halls from his own world.

Radahn watched intently as the masked figures moved with precision and purpose. Their dark, utilitarian attire and the strange energy radiating from them told him they were no ordinary citizens.

"A treasure vault," he thought, tilting his head. "And these thieves seek to plunder it."

Curiosity rooted him in place. He didn't act immediately—this wasn't his fight yet. But as his sharp eyes observed the scene inside through the windows, tension began to rise. The leader of the group—a tall man with a jagged scar running down his cheek—raised his hand. Flames erupted from his palm, casting an ominous glow across the frightened faces of customers and employees.

"Everyone on the ground! Now!" the man barked, his voice sharp with menace. "This is a robbery. Do as you're told, and no one gets hurt!"

Fear rippled through the bank as customers and employees dropped to the floor. A woman with elongated arms swiftly emptied cash drawers, moving with unnatural speed, while another—a burly figure with stone-like skin—shoved the bank manager toward the vault.

Radahn's brow furrowed. "Quirks," he thought, remembering the strange powers wielded by the heroes who had confronted him before. Yet, something about this situation puzzled him—these people weren't seeking glory or battle. They were stealing… paper.

Just as Radahn considered stepping in, something unexpected happened.

A young boy—Yuta—rushed forward, defying the fear that had paralyzed everyone else. His small frame was nothing against the towering robbers, but the bravery in his eyes was unmistakable.

"YUTA, STOP!" his mother's voice rang out, filled with terror.

But it was too late. The scarred leader noticed the boy's defiance and turned toward him, fury flashing in his eyes. His flaming hand ignited once more as he lunged forward.

In that instant, Radahn moved. Without hesitation, he teleported between Yuta and the attacker.

The flames surged forward—yet, as the leader's burning fist collided with Radahn's chest… nothing happened. No burns. No damage. The leader's eyes widened in sheer disbelief.

Radahn's gaze fell on the boy, and a sudden memory surfaced—a moment from not long ago. "Are you a hero, mister?" The boy's innocent question echoed in his mind. It was this same child, so small and fearless, who had once looked up at him with wide, hopeful eyes.

Radahn's expression hardened. "Your heat cannot touch the heart of a star."

With terrifying ease, Radahn's hand wrapped around the villain's head. A single, devastating punch sent the leader crashing into the ground with bone-shattering force, leaving him unconscious in an instant.

The other thieves panicked and attempted to flee—but Radahn wasn't finished. With a subtle motion, gravity took hold, pulling them back toward him. Metal fragments from the wreckage twisted under his power, binding the robbers to the walls like shackles.

The room fell eerily silent—fear replaced by awe.

The employees and customers slowly began to rise from the ground, unsure of how to react. Yuta's mother, trembling, rushed forward and clutched her son tightly.

"T-Thank you," she stammered, her voice thick with emotion. "You saved my boy."

Radahn didn't reply. His eyes remained distant, his focus shifting beyond the scene as sirens echoed faintly in the distance.

Moments later, the door burst open. A group of lesser-known heroes stormed in, led by an eccentric figure clad in a garish candy-themed outfit.

"I am here to sweeten the odds! The Candy Hero: JustJelly has arrived!" he declared dramatically, only to be met with the sight of unconscious villains neatly pinned to the walls and a stranger standing amidst the chaos, silent and unmoved.

"Uh… looks like someone beat us to it," one of the heroes mumbled awkwardly.

Radahn turned to them, unimpressed. "You're late."

One of the heroes, clearly offended, stepped forward with a scowl. "Who do you think you are? Acting all high and mighty! This isn't your job, stranger—you're just making things worse!"

Before Radahn could respond, sirens wailed outside as the police arrived. Officers stormed in, taking quick control of the scene.

JustJelly, trying to regain authority, pointed at Radahn. "He used his Quirk in public—without a license! That's against the law. Take him in for questioning!"

The officers hesitated, unsure of how to handle someone who had single-handedly dealt with such a dangerous threat. But before they could approach, a soft, collective murmur began to rise from the crowd.

"Wait… He saved us."

"Yeah, if it weren't for him, those robbers would've killed us!"

Yuta's mother, clutching her son tightly, stepped forward. "He protected my child… Thank you."

One by one, the people in the bank began voicing their gratitude.

"Thank you!"

"He saved all of us!"

Even little Yuta looked up at Radahn with wide, innocent eyes. "Thank you, mister… Are you really a hero?"

Radahn didn't answer, but for the first time, his gaze softened ever so slightly.

The police officers exchanged uncertain glances. The law was clear—but the man standing before them had just saved countless lives. With the tension thick in the air, they cautiously approached Radahn, prepared to escort him for questioning.

Radahn didn't resist. He simply stood still, silent and composed, as though this, too, was just another part of the inevitable.

He wanted to see how things progress.

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Far from the chaos of the city, within the cold, clinical walls of Hero Headquarters, tension weighed heavily in the air. The command centre buzzed with activity—monitors displayed live reports from across Japan, but all attention was fixated on one chilling piece of footage: the aftermath of Radahn's battle against the heroes.

The heavy doors slid open as All Might entered. The Symbol of Peace, still in his prime, carried an aura of unshakable authority. His usually warm smile was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a hardened, serious expression. Every conversation in the room fell silent as he approached the massive screen.

The battle replayed before him—a disaster that had unfolded in a wasteland-like area, intentionally chosen to minimize civilian risk. But even there, the devastation was catastrophic.

The screen showed Radahn standing amidst the chaos, golden robes rippling in the wind, commanding gravity with terrifying precision. The ground had buckled under his power, entire squads of heroes crushed or thrown aside effortlessly. Buildings on the outskirts had warped, as though reality itself bent under his influence.

All Might watched in grim silence, dread gnawing at the edge of his mind. The sheer devastation, the overwhelming control—it was too familiar.

"All For One…" he muttered.

All Might sat in deep contemplation at the hero headquarters, reviewing reports from the wasteland battle. His mind briefly wandered to a troubling thought—Could All For One have found a successor? The sheer power displayed during that confrontation was unsettling, reminiscent of the same overwhelming dominance All For One once wielded. But almost as quickly as the idea surfaced, All Might dismissed it. No, he reasoned. 'Someone as prideful as All For One would never share his power—let alone pass it on. His ego wouldn't allow it.' Still, the unease lingered like a shadow in the back of his mind.

But something wasn't right. The destruction was too controlled—too calculated. There was no malice behind Radahn's actions, no sadistic pleasure in his overwhelming power.

"This isn't him," All Might finally said, voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

Sir Nighteye adjusted his glasses thoughtfully. "The raw power is comparable, but the intent is different. This… feels like someone testing their strength. Not a conqueror. Not yet."

Edge Shot leaned forward, eyes narrowing on the golden-robed figure frozen on the screen. "Testing or not, he dismantled an entire elite squad without effort. Whoever this is… he's beyond anything we've faced."

All Might's eyes remained locked on the image—Radahn standing tall, calm, and unreadable amidst the devastation.

"Where did this happen?"

"A remote sector—far from civilians," an analyst replied. "No public casualties, but every hero on-site was taken down. Some are still in critical condition and some died"

All Might clenched his fists. The instincts that had carried him through countless battles screamed that this was no ordinary villain. This was something new—an unknown force with a purpose far beyond petty destruction.

Unbeknownst to the heroes gathered there, at that very moment, Radahn had already intervened in the Central City Bank robbery—an act of terrifying efficiency that hadn't yet reached their radar.

His eyes stayed locked on the screen.

"You're not All For One… So who are you? And what do you want?"