The cold, sterile walls of the interrogation room seemed to close in with every passing second. A single overhead light buzzed, casting a pale glow on the metal table where Hoshigami Enrai sat with his hands folded. Across from him, two officers scrutinized his every movement.
"Let's start simple. Who are you?" the first officer demanded.
Radahn's gaze was steady. "I go by Hoshigami Enrai," he replied, his tone lacking any hesitation.
The second officer leaned forward. "You just 'go by' that name? Where are you from?"
A pause stretched the silence long before Radahn answered. "I don't remember. My past is empty. The only thing I have is my name."
The officers exchanged sceptical glances. "No memories? That's convenient," the first officer muttered. "Yet you walk around with powers strong enough to flatten a city block. That's not normal."
Radahn's expression didn't change. "I didn't intend harm. I only intervened when innocent lives were in danger."
"You fought like someone trained, yet there's nothing in the system. No records. It's like you didn't even exist until yesterday. How do you explain that?"
"I can't," Radahn said honestly. "I only know that when I woke up, I knew I had to move forward."
"What's your Quirk?" the second officer asked.
"Energy control."
The officer nodded slowly. "And your physique? How were you able to take on that much heat without any visible protection?"
Radahn offered a calm, fabricated explanation. "I converted the heat energy when it touched me, turning it into something I could use for my own arsenal."
The officers exchanged startled glances, shocked by the mastery implied by such an ability. Hours passed and questions looped back on themselves, growing more aggressive, but no new answers surfaced. The police ran background checks and pulled surveillance footage, but Hoshigami Enrai had no past—no fingerprints, no family, and no trace of existence.
Eventually, the interrogation gave way to reluctant acceptance. "Fine," the first officer muttered, sliding a small card across the table. "We're issuing you a temporary ID. But listen closely: using your Quirk without a license is illegal."
The second officer nodded. "You want to help people? Apply for a hero license. Next time, we might not be so lenient."
Radahn picked up the card, studying it with mild curiosity. "Sure. I'll look into it."
As he rose, a quiet tension lingered in the room—a silent acknowledgment that this was only the beginning. Outside the station, the sun had already begun to set, painting the sky with streaks of crimson and gold as Radahn stepped into the fading light.
Meanwhile, hero headquarters was a hive of activity. Monitors flickered with footage from the recent battle, yet none offered a clue as to where Radahn had vanished.
"Sir Watanabe, we're still looking—" a junior staff member began, but was immediately cut off.
"Looking? Looking my ass!" Watanabe snapped, slamming a fist onto the table. "You can't even tell me where he went! Did he just vanish from the face of the earth?"
Watanabe leaned toward the monitor, staring at the image of Radahn frozen mid-battle. His expression shifted from frustration to a quiet intensity. "Where are you, Radahn?" he muttered, wondering if there was something they were missing.
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The sun dipped low over Dagobah Beach, casting long shadows across the sand.
Sweat dripped from Izuku Midoriya's brow as he pushed through another drill.
His muscles ached, but the determination in his eyes never wavered.
All Might stood nearby, his trademark smile softening into something more genuine.
"That's it, young Midoriya! You're almost there!" All Might called out.
Midoriya stumbled but caught himself, turning back with a tired grin. "All Might... Did I do it right that time?"
All Might strode over and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "You're improving faster than I expected. Your body is becoming strong enough to carry the power of One For All."
"I just want to be strong enough to protect everyone," Midoriya said, clenching his fists.
"You're already making me proud," All Might replied. "But remember, strength alone doesn't make a hero—it's the courage to stand tall even when your body says no."
"PLUS ULTRA!" they shouted in unison.
As Midoriya returned to training, All Might's smile faded into a pensive shadow. He thought of the battles ahead and the inevitable clash with All For One. But now, there was another threat looming: Radahn. A mystery cloaked in power who had overwhelmed heroes and vanished.
"Midoriya-shounen... You'll have to be ready for more than just All For One," All Might thought, a chill creeping down his spine. "There is this Radahn too. Whether he is friend or foe, only time will tell."
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Radahn wandered through the bustling streets until his steps led him to an opulent jewellery store: Celestara Luxuries. The guard, assuming Radahn was a person of importance, bowed his head. "Welcome, Sir."
Radahn stepped inside, where the luxurious interior gleamed with gems. An employee approached with enthusiasm. "Welcome! How may I assist you today?"
"I'm here to bargain," Radahn said firmly.
The employee chuckled, thinking it was a game. "Of course! And what would you like to bargain for?"
Without a word, Radahn accessed his inventory. A gold brick weighing over 30 kilos materialized in his palm and hit the counter with a solid thud. Before the employee could react, Radahn revealed a shimmering crystal ore radiant with a mystical blue glow. The stunned employee stammered an excuse and rushed to call the manager.
In the privacy of a VIP suite, the manager used his Quirk, Value Sight. While a Blue Diamond typically rated 3.5 stars, Radahn's crystal spiked to an unimaginable 7 stars.
"7 STARS! How is this possible?" the manager whispered to himself. He took a deep breath. "Sir, may I ask where you acquired this remarkable ore?"
"No," Radahn said.
The manager nodded respectfully. "Understood. Your gold brick alone is worth approximately 1.2 million dollars due to its purity. As for the ore... it is valued at 27 billion dollars.
Since it is unrefined, we must polish it. I hope this offer is sufficient."
The manager handed over a sleek black metal card embossed with a golden dragon. "This card contains the full payment and serves as our VIP card. You will receive the highest level of service here."
"I trust your honesty. I accept," Radahn replied.
As Radahn left the store, the employee whispered, "Sir, was that ore really worth that much?"
The manager watched him go. "This isn't just valuable. That ore could surpass the most precious diamond known to mankind. This was beyond anything we've ever encountered."
Unaware of the economic storm he had just stirred, Radahn wandered into a modest clothing store. He selected a sleek ensemble: a long black overcoat, a high-collared shirt, and sturdy leather boots. As he stepped back into the crowd, his new appearance gave him an even more commanding aura, a blend of mystery and authority that would soon shake the world to its core.