Flashback No Jutsu- Night Izuku received message
Izuku stood alone on the wide marble balcony, staring at the silver moon as cool night air brushed against his skin. The peaceful sounds of crickets filled the quiet space, and the soft rustle of trees in the distance felt almost too gentle for what he was feeling inside.
That smile—cold, cruel, patient—stayed etched on his lips. His eyes burned with focus.
The doors behind him slid open softly.
Maki stepped out first, barefoot, arms crossed in her loose black tee and shorts. Her gaze went straight to him.
"You're thinking too loud again," she said quietly.
Momo followed right after, wearing a white satin robe, her face calm but her eyes sharp. "We know something's wrong," she said.
Kaina came last, her book still in hand, though her finger was now holding the page she stopped at. Her expression was unreadable.
Izuku didn't turn around. He just kept looking at the moon, the wind pushing strands of his hair gently to the side.
"So…" he said slowly, "what gave it away?"
There was silence for a second, and then Kaina answered, walking forward to stand beside him.
"You're not the only one who can hear morse code through a phone," she said plainly. "Even though I am no longer an assassin, it doesn't mean I forgot all of my training and years of experience working as an assassin. I intercepted it the second it started."
Izuku chuckled lightly, shaking his head.
"Thought so," he said, glancing sideways at her. "You always were good at listening in."
Kaina gave a soft smile, but her eyes held a hint of concern. "You going to tell us everything?"
Izuku turned to face them all, leaning back against the railing.
Maki moved closer, standing directly in front of him now. "What's the plan?" she asked seriously.
Momo stepped beside her, arms at her sides. "What are we going to do?"
Izuku's smile faded. He looked at them both carefully.
"We," he began, then shook his head. "There's no 'we' this time."
Momo's brows pulled together. "What do you mean?"
"Maki and I will handle it," he said. "You and Kaina stay out of it."
Momo blinked. "Why?"
Izuku's voice dropped low. "Because it's going to be chaos," he said. "A bloodbath. Nothing clean. Nothing heroic."
He paused, eyes hard.
"It's going to turn into something dark... something horrific. And I don't want either of you involved in that."
"But—" Momo started, but Izuku raised a hand gently to stop her.
"You two have another mission," he said. "The most important one."
He looked straight at Kaina now. "People are tailing us. Watching us. Maybe even planning to use the upcoming chaos to go after us—maybe after Rei, after Fuyumi… or maybe after Eri. We all know what her quirk is capable of."
Momo's eyes widened. Kaina's face darkened.
"They're vulnerable," Izuku continued. "We've kept them safe so far, but this chaos? It's going to give those rats the cover they need to strike. So while Maki and I take care of Black Dawn and the battlefield..."
He pointed at them both.
"You two protect them. Quietly. Without raising an alarm. Without letting them notice anything. Their trip shouldn't be ruined. Rei and Fuyumi… they deserve peace. And Eri?"
His voice softened a little. "She's just a kid. She has already seen enough bloodshed and she doesn't need to see anymore, especially what's coming."
Momo swallowed hard and looked down, her fists clenching slightly. "So we're just... supposed to play pretend while you walk into hell?"
"Yes," Izuku said firmly.
Kaina stepped forward. "We'll keep them safe. No one will lay a hand on them," she promised.
Izuku nodded once. "That's all I need from you."
Momo hesitated, her chest rising and falling a little faster. "Promise me you'll come back," she said quietly. "All of you. You still have to get me my revenge."
Izuku walked toward her, placed a hand gently on her face smiled—not the cold smile from earlier, but a warm one just for her, as he planted a soft passionate reassuring kiss.
"I will," he said. "With Maki by my side, we'll make sure they never get another chance to try."
Maki cracked her knuckles. "Damn right," she said with a grin. "You have no idea how much my fingers were itching to see blood. They won't know what hit them."
Izuku looked at all three of them now.
"Tomorrow, act normal. Laugh, talk, and enjoy the trip. Don't let them notice anything off. Chaos starts the day after tomorrow, ensuring to keep them away from New York."
Kaina nodded. "Understood."
Momo didn't speak, but she gave a quiet nod too, her eyes still worried but trusting, as she hugged Izuku.
Izuku kissed Momo's forehead assuring her, liking the worry she had for Izuku, he simply turned back toward the moonlit sky.
"Let them dance while they can," he whispered. "Because soon... the wolves are coming."
EXT. LIBERTY UNITY DOME – NEW YORK CITY – DAY
The Liberty Unity Dome stood like a gleaming monument of steel and glass along the Hudson River, stretching wide and high into the skyline.
From above, it looked like a sprawling flower with overlapping metal petals—each petal representing a separate section: Tactical Command, Scientific Development, Diplomatic Council, Heroic Assembly, and more.
The entire area was cordoned off by state-of-the-art security drones, electromagnetic walls, and scanning checkpoints. The air buzzed with engines and communication frequencies, yet the atmosphere remained solemn.
All roads and airways around the Dome were rerouted. The surrounding ports and helipads had become temporary landing stations as transport ships, jets, and hero cruisers from every continent arrived.
ARRIVAL OF WORLD HEROES
From the skies, aerial units shimmered down:
The American Sky Battalion descended in their red and gold VTOL jets. The European Hero Alliance arrived in a massive white-and-blue airship, adorned with the twelve stars of the EU flag.
The African Vanguard marched in from armored transports that bore the symbol of an obsidian lion. The Middle Eastern Covenant Guardians walked beneath desert-patterned cloaks, their eyes sharp and patient.
The Indian Iron March Coalition approached on hovering vehicles humming with radiant energy—led by the massive figure of Raksha, whose bronze skin gleamed like carved metal.
The Southeast Asian Spectrum came with mystic symbols glowing softly on their arms, wielders of ancient arts.
Every continent, every major hero organization was represented.
Heroes from all levels and specialties—combatants, strategists, support units, medics, and quirk researchers—arrived and were directed to their respective halls within the dome.
Veteran legends walked beside rising stars. Some came in shimmering capes, others in simple armor or regulation suits. The air was thick with tension, purpose, and the buzzing of countless languages and communication devices.
INT. CENTRAL CONVERGENCE HALL – LIBERTY UNITY DOME – DAY
The Central Convergence Hall was vast—larger than any sports arena, yet built with elegance and authority. Circular in shape, its walls were high and layered with glass panels that projected the flags and insignias of every major hero nation and alliance.
At the heart of the room stood a circular dais with a glowing emblem: the United Heroic Accord. Around it were dozens of tiered, semi-circular seating blocks, each representing a region—Japan, America, Europe, Africa, South America, Southeast Asia, the Middle East, Australia, Russia, and more.
Every seat was sleek, fitted with data screens and communication links. Giant vertical monitors floated above the assembly like banners, displaying current topics, heroes' profiles, and live feeds from around the world.
There was an air of unity in the hall—one not often felt.
JAPANESE HEROES ARRIVE
From the eastern corridor, the Japanese heroes entered together.
All Might led the group, now donning his formal hero-commander suit—a tailored navy piece with gold accents, the emblem of the Japanese Hero Commission on his shoulder. He walked slowly but with quiet authority, each step measured and dignified.
Flanking him were:
Endeavor, face stoic, arms crossed, a tall shadow of heat and pride. Best Jeanist, adjusting his collar, eyes flicking across international banners. Hawks, walking with a casual smile, spinning a data pen through his fingers.
Ryukyu, composed and dignified in her civilian robe. Mirko, hands behind her head, casually chewing gum and grinning at the unfamiliar uniforms around. Edgeshot, silent and calm, his movements almost unnoticed, blending naturally with the flow.
A few younger heroes—like Mt. Lady, Kamui Woods, and Gang Orca—followed behind, whispering and exchanging greetings with known faces across the globe.
The hall buzzed softly with overlapping voices in dozens of languages, translated in real time through ear implants and ambient AI.
Across the room:
The American delegation laughed loudly, with Captain Valor patting people on the back. The French envoy, led by Éclair, exchanged pleasantries with the Canadian high-speed team. The South African tactical group admired the defense upgrades in the hall.
The Indian hero Raksha calmly drank from a thermos while speaking to a holographic model of continental threat zones. Middle Eastern guardians debated philosophies with Nordic rune users. And at the far side, a team of quirkless strategists—rare, but vital—watched everything with keen eyes.
Despite cultural differences, there was laughter, coffee being sipped, hands being shaken. The summit had the atmosphere of an expo meet fused with a diplomatic gathering—heroes who'd battled monsters, now relaxing for a day of panels, presentations, and strategic bonding.
No one expected danger.
They were here to discuss global cooperation, evolving threats, resource sharing, and international hero training programs. Tensions between regions were cooling. People smiled.
The lights in the Convergence Hall dimmed slightly as soft orchestral notes played overhead. A gentle chime echoed, signaling the official start of the Hero Summit.
An elegant voice came through the speakers, translated across languages:
Voice:
"Delegates and defenders of peace—welcome to the 18th Global Hero Summit. May unity guide our hands and courage lead our hearts."
The background screen shifted, revealing a glowing image of the Earth spinning slowly, overlaid with floating hero emblems.
The room quieted, but the energy remained warm and open.
A young Brazilian hero raised his hand with a smile.
Brazilian Hero:
"Is it just me, or is this the first summit in years where no one's flinching at every shadow?"
Laughter echoed through the room.
Captain Valor (America):
"We're actually sleeping full nights again. I forgot what that felt like."
Raksha (India):
"We haven't had a Class A breach in over a month. The longest peace we've had since the Crimson War. It's... refreshing. But somewhere I feel something amiss in all this. As if something bad is going to happen."
Éclair (France):
"Paris has begun opening Hero Exchange Centers for civilians again. There's optimism. People believe in the system now."
Kamui Woods (Japan):
"It almost feels too good to be true."
That last line lingered in the air a little longer than the others.
ALL MIGHT RISES
All Might slowly stood from his seat in the Japanese sector, pressing a hand gently to his chest before stepping forward. The room, sensing a shift in tone, quieted respectfully.
His voice, though not booming like before, still carried weight.
All Might:
"This peace… I'm grateful for it, as I'm sure all of us are. But before we continue with this summit, there's something I must say—something I owe to all of you."
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