In this world, there were countless Quirks of all kinds, but most of them were weak or lacked usefulness. Even so, there was still a high chance for children with great potential Quirks to be born. As if it were a curse, they had only two paths: the path of a hero or that of a villain.
It was an endless cycle. In a world where, every minute, every second, a child with a Quirk was born, new villains would always appear. That was why it was the duty of current heroes to train the next generation. That was happening across many parts of the country right now—however, there was one exception, a place where a different path had been taken.
Just like the changes implemented at U.A., this was another experiment that had the potential to go very wrong.
....
(Musutafu City)
Using the Superman template, Allen began his first day.
Since it was his first day, he didn't leave Musutafu; instead, he flew around the city.
Despite being large and filled with many villains, it also had many heroes, so seeing clashes between both sides was common.
"Mm?"
"Is something wrong?" Kaina asked through his earpiece.
Kaina, Nezu, and All Might, along with U.A. staff, were in charge of tracking Allen at all times, monitoring him, and assisting if necessary.
"I hear trouble north of my position," Allen replied, narrowing his eyes as he used his telescopic vision.
An operator turned to Nezu. "Director, we're receiving reports of an ongoing raid."
It was a building belonging to a criminal organization that had been discovered by two hero agencies working together with the police.
The plan was to strike quickly before the criminals could react. However, one of the villains had a Detection Quirk.
Because of that, the villains had barricaded themselves inside the building, firing indiscriminately from the windows. So, they were currently waiting for stronger heroes before attempting a forced entry.
"I see..." Allen stopped above the building and observed the situation. "Thirteen people in total. Five on the first floor, three on the second, the third is empty, two on the fourth, and three on the fifth floor."
All Might nodded. "As expected, gathering information is the foundation of any operation. Now you'll plan a strategy—"
"All Might..." Kaina interrupted. "He's already inside."
"Huh?"
....
On the fifth floor, the leader of the villains stood with two trusted subordinates.
"What do we do, boss?!"
"Stay calm!" the man growled. He wore a yukata that revealed a massive tiger tattoo on his back. "We'll make a scene. Let them think we're ready to fight to the end—then we'll escape through the underground tunnel."
"That's an excellent plan, but there's one problem."
The leader's eyes widened at the unfamiliar voice. He tried to stand, but the ceiling shattered, and his head was stamped down into the floor.
The other men immediately activated their Quirks. One of them spewed tar at Allen, who used the villain leader as a shield.
"Ahhh!"
The leader screamed in pain as the hot tar burned him.
"I'm sorry, boss!"
"Bastard!"
The other villain used his Quirk as well, launching sharp needles from his hands.
"Hero Shield!" Allen exclaimed as he once again used the leader to block the attack.
"AHHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
The needles pierced the leader's skin as he shrieked miserably.
"How dare you do that?!"
Both villains were in disbelief. They had just seen a hero use a person as a shield without a shred of shame.
Allen blinked, confused. "Me? I didn't do anything... You attacked him"
They stared at him in disbelief. It was true—Allen hadn't attacked their boss—but wasn't he the reason all of this happened?
Allen softened his expression. "Besides, this kind citizen bravely took the attacks for me. I'm touched."
The leader snapped out of his daze, momentarily forgetting his pain as he looked at Allen like he was a monster.
"Boss!"
Five more villains burst through the door. Seeing their leader in such a miserable state, held by the neck by Allen, filled them with rage.
"Kill him!!" one shouted before activating his Quirk.
"Don't do it!" the leader screamed—but it was too late.
The others followed.
A fireball, an electric blast, a bone spear, a sphere of shadows, and a chain all shot toward Allen.
"Noooo!"
"Hero Shield!" Allen shouted, using his defensive technique.
"AHHH NOOO HELP!! AAARRGHH!!"
Back at U.A., All Might, Nezu, Kaina, and the operators listened with pale faces to the villain's desperate screams. They had expected Allen to be an unorthodox hero—but was this okay?
All Might opened his mouth but had promised to leave everything in Allen's hands.
"He knows what he's doing..." he muttered as sweat dripped down his face.
....
By the time the subordinates realized their mistake, it was too late. Their leader—once a symbol of respect and strength—now looked like a beaten dog, his eyes rolled back.
"You're so cruel," Allen said, shaking his head with a melancholic expression. "Look at what you've done to him. Don't you have any heart?"
You're the one without a heart!
"For the sake of love and justice, I can't allow you to continue your crimes!"
With a heart full of justice, Allen grabbed the leader by the ankles. The lackeys turned pale.
"Hero Sword!" Allen declared before literally using the man as a weapon.
The first subordinate didn't even react before being slammed into the wall by his own boss.
"You're a monster!"
Another shouted, but immediately regretted it as Allen charged and struck him with his "Hero Sword."
Once again, miserable screams echoed—this time not only for Nezu and All Might, but also for the heroes outside, who suddenly froze.
Before they could understand what was happening, the building doors burst open, and several villains ran out. At first, they thought it was a final attack—but one by one, the villains dropped to their knees before the police and heroes.
"Please help us!"
"That guy is a demon!"
"I don't want this!"
The heroes swallowed nervously, unable to comprehend what had happened. Then, footsteps echoed from inside.
They exchanged glances and prepared themselves. Whatever was in there had made cruel villains cry like children—it had to be something terrifying.
Step
The footsteps grew louder, and tension filled the air.
When the figure finally emerged, everyone was stunned.
Allen looked at the trembling police pointing their guns at him and the heroes ready for battle.
"Don't worry," Allen said confidently. "I already took care of everything."
He threw the leader onto the ground. The man's clothes were torn, his body covered in burns, cuts, and bruises. His eyes were rolled back, and he was foaming at the mouth—but he was still alive, which was good enough for Allen.
"No need to thank me. I do it for the greater good." Allen began to float away. "I'd say that was a job well done."
Batman – Are you serious?
Superman – Allen...
Raven – At least no one died...
Kara – I think it was fine!
Rick – You shameless bastard! hahaha!
Rebecca – I knew this would happen! hahaha!
Rangiku – All Might must be regretting giving you free rein haha~
Allen ignored the criticism and kept searching for where to deliver the full weight of justice.
....
(In a flour/cocaine factory)
Allen grabbed the boss by the neck and lifted him. The terrified man refused to confess.
"I'm telling you, everything is legal! We're just a regular flour processing factory!"
Seeing Allen remain silent, the boss gained confidence. He was sure Allen had no evidence. He could even sue him for breaking in.
"I see..." Allen said, then dragged the man toward a wall—and smashed through it.
On the other side were many malnourished men and women, stunned by the situation.
"Good!" All Might exclaimed happily.
"Allen's X-ray vision is incredible!" Nezu added.
Kaina smiled proudly. "This flour factory had been under suspicion of being a drug distributor but there was never any proof—now, with Allen, that's changed. It's a huge victory!"
"Ahhh!"
A scream interrupted them. The cameras now showed Allen shoving the manager's head into a pile of white powder.
"What's wrong?! Didn't you say it was flour?!" Allen smirked. "Then a little flour won't hurt you."
"No, I'm sorry! No! I'm going to overdose!"
"Relax..." Allen smiled. "It's just flour~"
Kaina silently turned off the cameras and decided to go get some water.
Nezu tried to say something but couldn't. As for All Might, he was pale and trembling.
....
In a city this large, crime was constant—almost a universal law.
Despite already solving two cases, Allen didn't slow down. When his super hearing picked up a group of men begging for mercy, he immediately headed there.
It was an alley—a perfect place for a mugging. Allen sped up and landed, stopping just before cracking the ground.
"Stop right there, villain!" Allen shouted righteously.
Knuckleduster stopped beating a thug and turned to him.
"What are you doing, brat—"
Allen moved at super speed and covered Knuckleduster's mouth. While it was known that Allen had a friendly relationship with him—Aizawa had seen them—the situation was different now. Allen was technically a hero, and as such, he was obligated to arrest criminals.
'Play along!' Allen whispered before stepping back.
"Assaulting good citizens isn't very honorable, sir."
"Huh? These guys? They're thieves," Knuckleduster grunted, clearly confused but not stupid. Seeing Allen in his hero costume and with an earpiece, he could guess the situation.
"I see. I'll take care of it," Allen said, signaling for Knuckleduster to leave.
But instead, the man grinned.
"I recognize you—you're that famous kid from the Sports Festival."
What are you doing?
Allen knew Knuckleduster lacked common sense sometimes, but right now it was obvious—he should leave. What was he thinking?
Knuckleduster cracked his knuckles. "Kid, I'm a vigilante. I take down villains illegally—but I also love a good fight. What do you say?"
Allen facepalmed. He had forgotten that Knuckleduster was a total musclehead when it came to fighting.
"Wait—"
His words were cut off as Knuckleduster punched him in the face. It didn't hurt—but it was enough to wipe the smile off Allen's face.
Annoyed, Allen grabbed Knuckleduster, stuffed him into a trash container, and tossed him into another alley. Then he sent a message to Koichi to come pick him up when he could.
*Cough*
"Everything alright, Allen?" Kaina asked. They could usually hear what was happening with him, but if they wanted visuals, they had to rely on street cameras or wherever they could connect. Obviously, there were none in an alley, so Allen could report whatever he wanted.
"Ugh, the villain got away after using some weird Quirk."
"Are you okay?!" Kaina immediately grew worried, forgetting that Allen had fought All For One just a few days ago.
"I'm fine, but my ego's bruised, so I'm gonna sit for a bit..."
After saying that, Allen turned off the earpiece and walked toward the three punks Knuckleduster had been beating earlier.
"Gentlemen, I hope nothing that happened here makes it out into the public..."
The three thugs, who had already been beaten badly, had just seen their attacker treated like a toy and shoved into a trash container. They were terrified of Allen.
"Because that would make me angry… and you really don't want to see me angry, right?"
Annie – Allen, you're acting like Homelander.
Kimiko – Bad memories...
Maeve – I really do have terrible memories of that bastard.
"Shit, that's true," Allen coughed and smiled. "Good thing you understand."
Allen proceeded to beat all three of them, tied their hands and feet, and left them as a gift for the police along with a note explaining their crimes.
Allen continued delivering justice for the rest of the day, and by the time he finished, his name was on everyone's lips.
When he returned home, Kaina was waiting for him. The woman looked tired; she hadn't realized how exhausting it would be dealing with an Allen like this.
They had dinner and went to sleep.
Already in bed, Allen checked the hundreds of messages. Some were complaints about how harsh the training was, but also about how much they were learning, which made Allen happy.
However, he also read messages from Ryuko, Mirko, and Nemuri, which were split between criticism and praise toward the girls.
'I hope they survive...' Allen thought, feeling pity for them—and a bit of guilt, since it was because of him that their guardians had taken them under their wing.
Allen also received a few messages from Nejire, who apparently was somewhere between a friend and an older sister to him. It was strange, since he had never met her in person—or at least, not that he remembered. Still, through these conversations, he had come to understand what kind of girl she was, and he didn't dislike her at all.
....
(The next day)
This time, Allen decided to broaden his horizons and leave Mustafu City.
He also chose to take his hero work a bit more seriously. Sure, trolling villains was fun, but in serious situations, he should act more professionally.
With that in mind, Allen flew through the skies toward Tokyo. He had received an alert from All Might—apparently, a building had collapsed, trapping hundreds of people and possibly causing fatalities.
"Allen, if you don't want to do this, it's fine," All Might said. Disasters like this inevitably have casualties. Despite everything, Allen was still young, and if possible, they didn't want him facing death just yet.
"Don't worry," Allen smiled. Compared to what he had seen, a few corpses wouldn't affect him.
When he arrived, Allen observed the scene from the sky. There were firefighters, rescue workers, and support heroes everywhere, helping to free and rescue people. However, there were also bodies being carried out in black bags.
People will die no matter how hard heroes try. It's impossible to save everyone. That's reality.
Even if Allen was a bastard, he wasn't going to crack jokes in a situation like this.
"..."
Allen proceeded to switch from the Superman template to a different one.
[Template: Senritsu no Tatsumaki
Origin: One Punch Man]
His eyes turned green, and so did his hair. His body became covered in an emerald aura.
"So..."
....
'What a tragedy....' Mt. Lady, who had also arrived at the scene, was helping, but she felt powerless. She could clear all the rubble quickly, but without knowing where everyone was, she could kill someone if she acted carelessly.
"Mt. Lady, you can move this wall— there's someone underneath!" shouted a hero with enormous ears.
"Got it!" Just as she was about to act, the wall was covered in an emerald-green layer and began to levitate slowly.
Not just there—everywhere, hundreds of tons of rubble began lifting off the ground, slowly revealing all the trapped and deceased victims.
Everyone was filled with disbelief. Hundreds of tons of debris were floating—who could do something like this?!
"What are you doing? Hurry up and do your job!"
A scolding voice reached the minds of all the heroes present. They immediately got back to work, rescuing people. In just over twenty minutes, the last person was pulled out, and the rubble began to descend.
Once it was over, Allen turned around and flew away.
"Allen..." Kaina wanted to speak, but stopped.
"What?"
Aren't you going to take the credit? Aren't you going to give an interview? Aren't you going to brag to everyone that you did it? All those questions had the same answer: No.
If it were villains whose asses he kicked, that would be a different story.
"It's nothing..." Kaina smiled.
All Might and Nezu exchanged glances and nodded as they smiled.
Allen continued to dispense justice in his own way, kicking the butts of villains here and making criminals suffer there.
The second day ended without further incidents.
The third was more of the same, and so was the fourth.
On the fifth and sixth days, Allen faced several villains, but none of them posed a threat to him.
During this time, Allen's fame had spread everywhere.
At first, people thought Allen would be dangerous and problematic because of how he acted toward villains. However, when dealing with natural disasters and accidents where lives were at stake, he behaved differently. This made many people begin to understand a what kind of hero Allen was going to be.
They also got a glimpse of just how strong he truly was!
....
(Day Seven)
"Control tower, this is flight 343AB bound for Tokyo—we have an emergency!"
"This is the control tower, state your situation."
"We—we're going down! Total failure in engines two, three, and four!" The pilot sounded nervous. "We'll have to make an emergency landing!"
"Understood. We'll clear the runway. Heroes will be ready on-site… good luck."
The commercial airplane, carrying hundreds of passengers, descended rapidly over Tokyo.
Despite being the future, aircraft similar to those from the 21st century were still in use, albeit with improved designs and structures. A sudden failure like losing three turbines was nearly impossible, leading to suspicions of deliberate sabotage.
The pilot and co-pilot were tense—hundreds of lives would be lost if they crashed at this speed.
"May God protect us..."
Praying was the only thing the passengers could do as they gripped their seats.
"There's no need to pray to God—I'm here."
Before they could understand where the voice had come from, the turbulence began to calm, and the speed started decreasing.
"What's happening?!" the younger co-pilot exclaimed in confusion, while the veteran pilot smiled.
"What's happening… is what's supposed to happen. A new generation replaces the old, doesn't it, All Might?"
Beneath the plane, Allen pressed his hands against it as he slowly reduced its speed to avoid harming the passengers.
"I'm starting to think this is my fault," Allen muttered.
Artoria – Why?
Wednesday – Because every time he puts on a superhero cape, a plane falls. It's almost poetic.
"That's not funny."
Allen focused on his task, and once he had control of the plane, he guided it down onto the runway.
There were hundreds of eyes watching, dozens of cameras recording and broadcasting, and many heroes who, despite their experience, couldn't help but gasp at the sight of Allen holding up a jumbo jet weighing hundreds of tons.
Even Allen felt tired after landing, as he had to control his strength perfectly to avoid damaging the plane. This was far more difficult than simply hitting something hard.
Allen floated out from beneath the plane and was immediately blinded by camera flashes. He didn't feel like dealing with reporters, so he headed to the plane's door to make sure everyone disembarked safely.
His face, his eyes, his new suit, his serious demeanor—every part of this Allen contrasted with the one people had seen at the UA Sports Festival and the troll from recent days. This Allen was capable of taking people's breath away. Unknowingly, this image would spread across the world by tomorrow, etched into people's memories and retinas.
....
And with that, the week of practice came to an end. Once again, the students would gather at UA, each having gained experience and knowledge that brought them closer to becoming professional heroes.
And among them, one had emerged who would mark the rise of a new era… or at least, that's what many people had begun to believe.
That day, Allen woke up feeling like being lazy, without even realizing the impact he had had on the world.