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𝟎𝟒𝟔 ── the start of a new dawn 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐳𝐮𝐳𝐮_𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐳
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ALL MIGHT STOOD motionless, his head hung low, as the chaos around him roared like a distant storm. The frantic shouts of the authorities, the hurried footsteps of other heroes rushing to handle the wreckage, and the distant cries of those who had suffered were all muffled, as if they came from another world entirely. His mind, usually sharp and focused, was blank—numb. But even through the haze of his exhaustion and the pain that clawed at his chest, one thought cut through like a shard of glass.
It was his final battle as the Number One Hero. The Symbol of Peace.
The weight of that realization felt like a stone pressing down on his heart, too heavy to carry, too suffocating to escape. He had lived a life defined by sacrifice—always pushing forward, always smiling for the world, always protecting those who needed him. It had been his reason for living, his purpose, his identity. But now, the foundation beneath him was crumbling. The symbol he had been for so long—the beacon of hope—was fading into the distance. The thought was a void, a deep and endless chasm of uncertainty.
And now, he was just Yagi Toshinori. A man with nothing but his fading strength, and a broken body to show for it. The weight of the mantle had become too much to bear.
Somewhere in the background, the voice of a reporter broke through the fog of his thoughts, the words barely registering. He heard the story unfold—the aftermath of the brutal fight that had only just occurred. His body moved on its own, an instinctual response as his left arm rose into the air, pointing directly at the camera. His gaze flickered briefly to the stunned expressions of the reporters, their faces filled with shock, disbelief, and something else he couldn't quite place. Was it fear? Did they understand?
"You're... next." His voice cracked, rough and strained, but it carried. It echoed through every screen, radio, and device that had tuned into the chaos. His words reached the homes of the people who had lost everything—their lives shattered by the destruction. They reached those who had lost loved ones in the wake of the battle, and those who had once found solace in his smile. His final message to them. To everyone who had once looked to him for protection.
