Izuku Midoriya, a cheerful, shy, happy young teenager. After witnessing so much death in the Liberation War, he takes his own path in becoming a hero as a place in a need of a hero...
Kiana kalsana, a cheerful girl, energetic girl. who always takes...
Izuku, Kiana, Mei, and Sera are seen walking out of the spacial tear by Izuku. The group then notice that they were somewhere different, it was the 'Garden of Heaven', there were lots of different kinds of flowers ranging in colors and with winds rocking them back and forth.
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Kiana and Mei, amazed by the sight of it while Sera had starred in her eyes as she ran ahead, the rest following suit.
As walking down a pathway everything in sight was beautiful, as they kept walking down the path still see how beautiful they see Sera running over the grass laugh as she does so.
They kept going down the path till they would come across a Sakura tree which radiant's a pure pink light in the darkness that had consumed the area of light.
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The group had no words for the sight that they bared witness to as the group watch the tree smiling as the wind brush against them.
???: Hey Guys!!!!!
The group heard a sudden call for them, it was Kal run at them while waving his arm at them.
Kal: How was the mission at your homeworld, Izuku?
Izuku: Better than I thought it was going to be I admit that.
Kiana: Yea it was, we also sorted out the traitor part as well.
Kal: Good for you Izuku. So who is the little girl?
Izuku: Our adopted daughter, her name is Sera Raiden
Kal: So I'm an Uncle, the day came finally when you have kids
Izuku/Mei/Kiana: ...
Sera: So he is my Uncle? Mom, Dad.
Kal: Yea I am your Uncle-
Izuku/Kiana/Mei: ...No.
Kal: ....Rude.
Kal: Anyway, I gonna go and I'll send the next mission, in a couple of days so don't get comfortable.
