I see Midoriya Izuku entering U.A., ready to take his entrance exam.
"A couple hours of downtime, huh..." I murmur, reclining on the rooftop.
Then a sudden realization strikes me — something I should've asked 10 months ago.
"System, what are the requirements to leave this world and enter another?"
'How did I miss this for so long?' I raise an eyebrow at my own idiocy.
[Host, the transmigration will be completely random.]
'Did my [Convenience System] bug out?' My frown deepens.
"What do you mean random?"
[As stated, the Host will be transferred at a random time. You will receive a warning beforehand, and it won't occur during an active plot event.]
"So I might not even see the end of the series, huh..."
The more I think about this system, the more convoluted it feels. Ever since I received the beginner pack, it's been less mischievous and more… mechanical.
"A spectating system that doesn't require me to spectate the full story?"
I lie back on the rooftop in silence until a school bell chimes from U.A., breaking my thoughts.
"Is it over?" I rise to my feet, hoisting Yurei onto my shoulder. Her tail sways with excitement.
"You excited?" I grin.
She rubs her cheek against mine.
"Good answer."
Students begin to exit the main building, their expressions a cocktail of tension and anticipation. I wait for the broccoli-haired one.
When he finally appears and boards a bus, I casually jump off the roof and stroll in through the front gate.
'Why bother jumping over the wall when I can just walk in?'
As the buses begin to move, I track the one that matters — keeping just within the edge of my enhanced sensory range.
'Better safe than sorry. Can't risk being noticed too early.'
We arrive at Training Ground B, the one where Midoriya uses his power for the first time. As the students unload, I shift focus to the towering wall enclosing the training zone.
'How rich is U.A. to afford this much land…?'
With a sigh, I crouch, legs coiling with strength, and launch myself over the wall, landing on a rooftop inside the zone.
"I wonder if I can find the street where the big event happens before the bot appears," I muse, scanning the city-like environment.
"Oh well. I'll just tail the broccoli head."
The massive gate behind me creaks open, signaling the start. I turn to see the students rush into the arena.
"Sigh… What a narrow-minded exam. Short-sighted and skewed toward combat quirks. Only ten minutes, too. Was Nezu really not smart enough to come up with something more balanced? Something like what they use for recommendation students, just adapted?"
The supposed genius rodent clearly dropped the ball on this one.
I continue observing, perched on a high rooftop, trailing Izuku's frantic movements from afar.
"Come to think of it… He got 60 rescue points for saving one girl and nearly dying doing it. Doesn't that scream favoritism?"
A single eyebrow rises as I imagine the teachers in the observation room.
"Aizawa probably brooded in silence while the rest of the staff gave Deku ten-pointers like candy."
I chuckle quietly.
That's when I hear it: a distant rumble, growing stronger.
The 0-pointer has arrived.
The giant robot bursts from the ground in a thunderous spectacle, a drone hovering above to capture everything.
As I analyze the drone's positioning, it dawns on me.
"…I'm definitely in the shot."
I smirk lazily and continue petting the dozing Yurei on my lap.
"I wonder if the teachers are freaking out right now."
They won't reach me in time. Except maybe…
"Speak of the devil," I mutter, turning slightly.
A sound like a missile tearing through the air races toward me. Then — impact. A section of the rooftop behind me cracks under the force of a landing.
"Young man," a familiar voice booms, "what are you doing here at U.A.?"
I don't turn. Just keep stroking Yurei. "Don't worry, All Might. I won't interfere with the exam."
He doesn't relax. Expected.
He speaks into an earpiece — not that I bother listening. Probably contacting Nezu.
Then it happens.
Down below, Izuku launches himself into the air, aiming right at the 0-pointer's head.
"He's lucky he didn't overshoot with how badly he controls that quirk," I murmur.
All Might stiffens beside me, clearly not fond of my commentary.
Just like in canon, Izuku smashes the robot's head in — and then plummets back down. He's saved at the last moment by the same girl.
"Sigh… What a dumbass." A helpless laugh escapes me.
'System, is that enough?'
[Calculating rewards...]
"Guess that answers that," I say.
Turning to All Might, still on edge, I stroke the napping Yurei in my arms and smile.
Then I say something just to stir the pot:
"See you later, Toshinori."
His eyes widen. Shock. Good.
And with that, I disappear.
All Might POV
"He… he knows my name," I whisper into my earpiece.
The voice on the other end goes silent.
Then comes a reply: "All right, All Might. Come back to my office."
It's Nezu.
~ 10 minutes earlier, Observation Room – Nezu POV
The observation room hums with the quiet murmur of analysis. Teachers monitor the various training grounds through split-screen drone footage.
"I have a good feeling about this year," I say cheerfully, sipping my tea.
Most of them glance at me; Aizawa stays slouched in the back, unimpressed.
"Why am I even here?" he grumbles.
"Getting to know your students in advance is important, Eraser Head," I reply smoothly.
He grunts something inaudible, clearly uninterested.
Time flows quickly when there's pressure in the air, and before long the 0-pointers begin to emerge. The shift in atmosphere is immediate — eyes sharpen, focus tightens.
And then, something unexpected.
"Who is that?" several teachers say in unison.
The camera feed pans — catching, seemingly by accident, a man lounging atop a rooftop in Training Ground B. Rugged. Wild. Coiled like a weapon that refuses to rust.
He doesn't belong there.
All Might stiffens.
"Do you know him, All Might?" I ask through my comms, eyeing his sudden tension.
"I've seen him before," is all he says.
Evasive.
The man casually pets a small white fox curled in his lap, ignoring the chaos beneath him. The drones don't lock onto him. They pass over, always pulling away.
'Strange… the drone AI should've tagged him immediately. Is he using some kind of passive jammer?'
I frown slightly.
'Or… something more advanced?'
Even the school's automated security didn't register a breach.
'No alarms. No pings. No tripwire triggers. Either he's in the system... or he's somehow outside it.'
My mind immediately begins branching.
'Could be an advanced stealth quirk — but even then, drones would catch heat signatures. Could be warp-based. But again... we would've detected the energy residue.'
I shift my attention to where he's looking.
He hasn't moved. Not once. His gaze is fixed on Midoriya Izuku.
'So he's not just a random intruder. He's watching someone. Why?'
Then, as scripted chaos erupts below, the boy leaps — reckless, bright, and painfully heroic — into the air. One massive strike, and the zero-pointer's head caves inward.
The feed zooms in on Midoriya. The mysterious man vanishes from the frame.
But not from my thoughts.
Seconds later, All Might's voice crackles through the comms.
"He… he knows my name."
I pause.
He didn't say 'All Might.' He said 'Toshinori.' That's not public knowledge.
I set down my pen, fingers steepled, gears turning.
'He knew where to be. He's invisible to automated surveillance. Evaded the best sensors in Japan. And he's watching a specific student.'
The facts line up too cleanly to be ignored — but the why doesn't.
'He didn't interfere. Didn't move to attack. Not even when provoked.'
A misdirection? Or confidence?
Then a dangerous theory takes root.
Could he have more than one quirk?
Too many red flags — but it fits too well.
I quickly review security camera footage around Training Ground B. Finding how the mysterious intruder effortlessly jumps over the massive walls surrounding the facility.
'He's invisible to technology based detection systems, has enhanced strength and then there's the weird looking fox... that's already three. Either he's got a freakishly versatile quirk… or…'
I don't say the last part aloud.
A new All For One?
No. That's reaching. No signs of stolen quirks. No malice. But… the resemblance is unnerving.
And then another contradiction: he's just watching. Gathering information. Not attacking. Almost… respecting the rules.
But the way he moves, the way he looks at the field, it's not idle curiosity. It's intentional. Structured.
"Observer…" I murmur.
"…For now."
But in the back of my mind, the theory remains. Lodged like a splinter.
A multi-quirk user operating under our noses. Calm. Collected. With unknown intentions.
And worst of all?
We don't even have a name.