Chapter 12 – Training Hearts
The week after Mina started sitting with Sozo at lunch, the whole school seemed to notice.
Not because either of them made a show of it—Mina just had that kind of gravity. Wherever she went, noise followed.
Sozo found himself orbiting that noise.
It wasn't bad. Just new.
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Study Session Ambush
He should've known the "study group" was her idea.
When he arrived at the library, expecting a quiet afternoon with Deku's notes, Mina waved from a corner table already stacked with snacks.
"Midoriya Sozo!" she called, drawing more attention than the librarian liked. "You actually came!"
He looked around. No Deku. No Bakugo. Just her.
"You said 'group,'" he said flatly.
"I'm a group!" she insisted, tapping her notebook. "One very efficient, slightly pink study group."
He sighed but sat across from her. "You really think we'll get any work done?"
She grinned. "Define 'work.'"
Two hours later, they had finished exactly one math problem and built an impressive tower of empty snack wrappers.
Mina leaned back, stretching. "Okay, fine, we're terrible at this."
Sozo raised an eyebrow. "You're terrible at this. I'm just a hostage."
She laughed, bright and unbothered. "You smiled when I said that. Progress."
He didn't argue.
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Training Challenge
A few days later, Mina found him outside after class, hands buried in pockets, watching clouds.
"You're spacing out again," she said, tilting her head. "Wanna train?"
"I already trained this morning."
"Then spar with me. You can't say no to a challenge."
He considered it. "Actually, I can."
"Then I dare you not to."
That earned a small, reluctant chuckle. She caught it instantly. "There it is again!"
Sozo gave in. "Fine. Ten minutes."
They found an empty practice field. Mina cracked her knuckles, acid already bubbling at her palms. "Don't hold back too much, okay?"
"I'll hold back enough to keep the grass alive."
She lunged first, acid flaring bright green. He dodged easily, slipping behind her with calm precision. But she moved faster than before—less wild, more controlled.
She swung low; he deflected with a sweep of his crystal-coated forearm. Acid hissed, steam curling between them.
"You've improved," he said.
"Compliment?"
"Observation."
"Still counts."
She darted in again. He sidestepped, grabbed her wrist, and spun her around gently to break her momentum. They froze for a second—her breath short, his hand steady on her arm.
"Gotcha," she said, grinning despite the fact that he clearly had her pinned.
"Technically—"
She twisted free, elbowing him lightly. "Don't ruin it with 'technically.'"
He let go, laughing once under his breath. "You're impossible."
"I'm fun."
"Same thing," he said quietly.
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After the Match
They sat under the shade of the bleachers after, sipping cold drinks. Mina had tied her hair back, a streak of acid-eaten grass stuck to her shoe.
"So, mister quiet prodigy," she said. "Why do you train so much anyway? You're already crazy strong."
He stared at the sky for a long moment. "Habit. Keeps my head clear."
"That's not an answer."
"It's the only one I have right now."
She studied him. "You ever just… not try to be strong?"
He almost laughed. "Not my specialty."
"Maybe you should learn."
He turned to look at her. The sunlight caught her eyes—liquid gold. She smiled, softer this time. "You can't live like the world's about to collapse all the time. Sometimes you've gotta let it spin without you."
He didn't know how to respond. The hydra inside him stirred faintly, curious, then settled.
He said, "You talk like you've done this before."
She shrugged. "I used to take everything too seriously. Tried to be perfect at everything. Burned out. Learned to laugh about it instead."
"Looks like it worked."
"Mostly." She nudged his shoulder. "Your turn. What's one thing you actually like, besides training?"
He had to think about it. "The sound rain makes when it hits metal."
She blinked. "That's… oddly specific."
"It's steady. Predictable."
She grinned. "Guess I'm your opposite, then."
"Completely."
"Good. Balance is healthy."
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Walk Home
They walked together until their paths split. The city glowed in the late light, rain beginning to fall in thin silver threads.
Mina tilted her face up. "Your favorite sound, right?"
He nodded. "Yeah."
She smiled, not saying anything for once. Just stood there beside him, rain peppering the ground.
Sozo found himself thinking how strange it was—that after everything, after monsters and Dungeons and hidden worlds, something as simple as this could feel more dangerous.
"See you tomorrow," she said finally.
"Yeah," he said quietly. "Tomorrow."
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Later
Back in his room, he toweled off and sat by the window again. The rain hit the metal railing outside, soft and rhythmic.
"Energy shift detected," the hydra whispered. "You're changing."
"I know."
"She accelerates it."
"Maybe that's not bad."
Silence stretched between them.
Finally the hydra said, almost grudgingly, "Unstable can still be strong."
Sozo smiled faintly. "You're learning too."
He leaned back, letting the rain's sound fill the space between his thoughts.
For the first time since his reincarnation, the future didn't feel like a fight to survive. It felt like something worth protecting.
End of Chapter 12 – Training Hearts
Chapter 13 – Echoes Beneath the Skin
Sleep hadn't come easily for weeks.
Sozo sat cross-legged on the floor of his small room, moonlight threading through the curtains. His hands rested on his knees, breathing steady, body still. But inside—inside was motion.
The hydra no longer slumbered the way it once had. Its voices drifted like overlapping currents: a thousand murmurs under a single tide.
"You temper the storm too much," it said, one head distinct among the rest. "Power dulled by restraint rusts faster than steel left in rain."
Sozo exhaled through his nose. "And blades swung without aim break faster than bones."
The air shimmered faintly. He wasn't sure if that was his imagination or his body trying to change again.
The Arc of Embodiment was no longer just a quirk to him. It had become a second instinct, a living rule stitched through his blood. What he thought, he could make. What he believed, he could become. But belief was dangerous—every thought risked taking form.
That was the part the hydra kept testing.
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Cracks in Control
He opened his eyes. The room around him blurred for an instant, edges bending. His control slipped; the walls rippled like water.
Focus.
The command pulsed from him like heartbeat and wave.
The distortion stilled.
When he looked down, faint crystalline scales traced the backs of his hands—silver-blue, translucent, breathing with their own pulse. They were beautiful, almost fragile. And beneath them, his skin hummed with restrained energy.
He whispered, "So that's what you've been trying to show me."
"Form follows thought," the hydra murmured. "But you fear thought."
He frowned. "No. I respect it."
"Same cage, different bars."
He didn't answer. The scales faded slowly, leaving only warmth.
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The Dream Field
When he finally drifted to sleep, he didn't wake up in his bed.
He stood in the field within—the inner world born from his embodiment. It was larger now. Where once there had been empty white space, now tall grass rippled under dark sky, and far off, rivers of light flowed like veins.
The hydra waited near the center, its heads lowered, eyes gleaming like shards of moon.
Sozo approached. "You've been changing this place."
"We've been changing."
The heads lifted slightly, and he could feel their curiosity.
One spoke—its tone sharper, younger. "You hold back too often. Why?"
"Because I have people to protect."
Another voice hissed: "Then strengthen faster. Fear slows creation."
He studied them—the hydra wasn't angry. It was testing him, mirroring the corners of his own heart he didn't like to see.
"What happens if I stop fearing?" he asked.
"Then creation stops testing you."
He let that sink in.
The grass swayed harder now, like the whole inner world was breathing with them. He reached out a hand and touched the hydra's snout. Its scales pulsed under his palm—cold and alive.
For a heartbeat, his vision blurred—he wasn't just touching the creature. He was it.
Every vein, every pulse of its nine hearts beat alongside his own.
Then the world snapped back.
He staggered. "That—"
"A glimpse of union."
"So that's the next step?"
"Not next. Ongoing."
He looked up. "How long until we break?"
The hydra chuckled, a sound like mountains grinding. "As long as you keep asking that, never."
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Morning Fractures
He woke just before dawn, heart pounding.
The mirror across the room caught his reflection—pupils faintly slitted, a sheen of light under his skin that faded as soon as he noticed it.
It didn't frighten him anymore.
He got dressed quietly, slipping out of the house while the rest slept. Musutafu's air was cold, crisp, the streets empty. He walked until he reached the outskirts, where city met open field.
There he began to train—not brute power, but stillness.
He let energy gather under his skin, threads of embodiment weaving through his body. Crystals formed, then melted, reforming again. Sometimes as armor, sometimes as shifting tattoos that disappeared with his breath.
Each iteration cost stamina, thought, and will. But each left him steadier than before.
By sunrise, his shirt was half shredded, steam rising from his arms.
He stood there, chest heaving lightly, the hydra's voice faint but approving. "You're learning to speak without words."
"So are you," he said.
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Midday at School
By the time classes started, he looked perfectly normal again. Mina waved him over from across the hall, grin easy as ever.
"You look like you didn't sleep."
"I didn't."
"Training?"
"Something like that."
She squinted. "You ever gonna let me see that secret training stuff?"
He shrugged. "When I understand it myself."
Her expression softened. "You're really weird, you know that?"
"I get that a lot."
Then she smiled wider. "Good. Normal's boring."
It was simple banter, but it anchored him back in the world—the real one. The one with noise and friends and laughter that didn't echo in his head.
For a few moments, the hydra stayed silent. Maybe even it was listening.
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Nightfall Reflection
Back home, Sozo wrote something down for the first time in months: sketches of symbols, notes on resonance between thought and form, and one line at the bottom—Fear limits creation.
He stared at the sentence until the ink dried.
The hydra stirred softly. "Recognition. Progress."
"I'm not chasing power," he said aloud.
"No," it replied. "You're chasing balance. But power comes as payment."
He smiled faintly. "Then I'll spend it wisely."
Outside, the rain began again—soft, rhythmic, steady against the metal railing.
He sat by the window, letting it fill the silence. Inside, the hydra coiled contently, quieter than it had been in a long while.
For the first time, Sozo didn't feel like two beings sharing one shell.
He just felt whole.
End of Chapter 13 – Echoes Beneath the Skin
Chapter 14 – The Weight of Quiet Things
The change wasn't loud. It was the opposite—subtle enough to hide in plain sight.
At first, Mina thought Sozo was just moving differently. His steps lighter, his eyes distant in that way people get when their minds are somewhere bigger than their bodies. But after a week, she started catching flickers—reflections bending when he passed, shadows that didn't quite keep up.
If she hadn't seen him fight before, she might've blamed bad lighting.
Now, she wasn't so sure.
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Morning Shift
Homeroom rolled by in its usual blur—chalk dust, Deku's furious note-taking, Bakugo's muttered complaints.
Sozo sat near the window, gaze fixed on the faint rain outside. He looked calm, but the air around him felt charged, like static before lightning.
Mina nudged Deku. "He's doing it again."
Deku glanced up, blinked. "Doing what?"
"The brooding, mysterious 'I-see-the-future' stare."
Deku chuckled softly. "That's just Sozo thinking."
"About what, though?"
Deku hesitated, pencil tapping. "Probably… everything."
She rolled her eyes but smiled. "That's not an answer."
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Training Hall
After class, Mina dragged him out to the training hall again, insisting she "needed a sparring partner with good taste in dodging."
He obliged, though his movements were slower than usual—more controlled, less reactive.
"Your aura's weird today," she said mid-fight, flinging a wave of acid that hissed across the mat.
"My aura?"
"Yeah, you're like… quieter, but louder? I dunno, it's hard to explain."
He parried with a shard of condensed light that shimmered briefly before vanishing. "I've been adjusting my control."
"Adjusting?" She leapt back, landing with a grin. "That's your polite way of saying you leveled up, huh?"
"Something like that."
He didn't explain further, but she could feel it—the ground under his feet felt firmer, his strikes cleaner. When she landed a hit, his defense didn't break; it bent, absorbing the energy like rippling glass.
They ended the spar after a few rounds, both sweating but smiling.
"Whatever you're doing," she said, wiping her brow, "it suits you. You're… more you than before."
He paused, eyes flicking toward her. "That's an odd compliment."
"It's the truth."
For a heartbeat, she thought he might say something back—something real—but he only nodded once, quietly grateful.
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Deku's Discovery
That night, Deku stayed late at school, poring over analysis notes for their quirks. His new transformation ability was progressing fast, thanks to Sozo's help.
He was cross-referencing notes when he realized something strange—some readings from their last joint training didn't match any known energy signature.
Sozo's readings weren't just strong—they fluctuated, as if multiple quirks layered on top of each other, shifting rhythmically like breathing.
He leaned back, muttering, "This… isn't normal."
Then he stopped himself, smiling faintly. "But neither is he."
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The Hallway Conversation
The next day, Deku caught Sozo before class.
"Sozo, can I ask—what exactly is your quirk? I've never seen data like yours."
Sozo blinked, mildly surprised. "You analyzed me?"
"Just out of curiosity!" Deku said quickly, waving his hands. "But it's… amazing. It's like your energy signature keeps rewriting itself."
Sozo's expression didn't change much. "That's a decent description."
"So you can change it on purpose?"
"Not always. It reacts to thought."
"That's… really advanced. Like you're evolving your own quirk."
He hesitated, then added quietly, "Is it dangerous?"
Sozo looked down the hall—students passing, Mina chatting with friends, Bakugo stomping past muttering about idiots.
He answered softly, "Only if I stop respecting it."
Deku nodded, understanding more than he should have. "Then I guess it's safe."
"Guess so."
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Evening Tension
By sunset, the whispers had returned. Not from the hydra this time—but from within the embodiment itself. It wanted to move, to create.
He sat on the rooftop of the Midoriya home, watching clouds fade into orange. The hydra's voice murmured faintly: "You are balancing on a blade of your own making."
"I know," he said quietly.
"The world begins to notice."
He thought of Mina's curious grin, Deku's quiet understanding. "Then I'll decide what they see."
The hydra hummed in approval—or maybe warning.
Either way, he smiled. "I'm not hiding anymore. I'm managing."
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A Pink Distraction
He didn't notice Mina climb up until she spoke. "You always pick the best brooding spots."
He startled slightly. "You're getting better at sneaking."
"Or you're getting worse at noticing." She sat beside him, kicking her legs lightly over the edge. "So… is this where you come to think about the meaning of life?"
"Sometimes."
"Any conclusions?"
"Still working on it."
"Figures." She leaned back on her hands, watching the same fading light. "You ever get tired of carrying whatever it is you're carrying?"
He took a long breath. "Sometimes."
"Then promise me something," she said, voice softer now. "When it gets too heavy, you don't have to carry it alone."
He turned to her, and for once didn't have an answer ready.
The silence stretched, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Just two shapes outlined by sunset, rain scent drifting on the wind.
"Okay," he said finally.
She smiled, not teasing this time. "Good."
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Midnight Reflection
That night, when the hydra whispered again, it sounded amused. "You're letting them in."
"I'm not letting," he murmured. "They're walking in anyway."
"That's how light works."
He almost laughed. "You're getting poetic now."
"You're rubbing off on me."
Sozo leaned back, eyes tracing the stars through his window. The world outside still didn't know who—or what—he really was. But the ones close to him were starting to feel it, and strangely, that didn't scare him anymore.
He had power, yes. But he also had people—anchors in the noise.
And for the first time, the quiet inside him didn't feel like a cage. It felt like home.
End of Chapter 14 – The Weight of Quiet Things
Chapter 15 – Embers Between Words
The week started quietly enough. The air felt softer, less charged, like even the city needed a breather. For once, no training schedules, no sparring matches, no whispered power humming under Sozo's skin.
He didn't realize how strange peace could feel until he had it.
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After-School Pause
It was Mina's idea again—of course it was.
"Come on," she said, grabbing his sleeve after class. "You've been staring at the clock like it owes you money. Walk with me."
He let himself be dragged out of the building. The sky was heavy with clouds, but the air smelled clean, sharp. Autumn creeping in.
They took the long way home through the park. Kids played near the fountain, a few sparrows darted between branches. It should've been background noise. But something about it—normal, unremarkable—hit him harder than any battle ever had.
Mina glanced sideways at him. "You always look like you're solving a puzzle no one else can see."
"Maybe I am."
"Then tell me about it."
He smirked faintly. "You wouldn't believe me."
She grinned. "Try me."
He didn't. Not exactly. But he did say, "It's… about control. Knowing when to move, when to stop. When to let something grow instead of shaping it."
"That's pretty deep for a walk."
"It's what happens when you drag me away from work."
She laughed, the sound easy and bright. "You say that like it's a bad thing."
"It's not."
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The Ice Cream Scene
They stopped at a small stand near the end of the park. Mina ordered something bright and chaotic—two scoops, different colors, extra syrup. She handed him a plain vanilla cone without asking.
"How'd you know?" he asked.
"You look like a vanilla guy."
He raised an eyebrow. "That's either an insult or an observation."
"Observation," she said through a mouthful of ice cream. "You like simple things. Straight lines. Quiet stuff. But you also watch people like you're trying to memorize them."
He blinked. "You notice that?"
"I notice a lot of things."
They sat on a bench under the old sycamore. Mina swung her feet lightly. He ate slowly, mostly because he didn't know what else to do with his hands.
"So," she said after a moment, "you ever think about what you want? Like—not power, not goals—just… what you want?"
He thought about it. The question sounded simple, but it cracked something open.
"I don't think I've ever had time to want anything," he said. "Not like that."
She watched him quietly, the playfulness fading from her eyes. "That's sad."
"It's honest."
"Still sad."
He shrugged. "Maybe. But lately, it's been different."
"How so?"
"I've started thinking about… staying."
"Staying?"
"Here. With everyone. Not just passing through like a visitor."
Her smile was small, almost cautious. "That's a good start."
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A Moment of Stillness
The clouds finally broke, a thin drizzle beginning to fall. Most people hurried for cover, but neither of them moved. The rain wasn't heavy—just enough to cool the air.
Mina tilted her face up, eyes closed. "You and your rain," she said softly.
He smiled. "Guess it's contagious."
"Don't get used to it. I melt."
He looked at her, drops clinging to her hair like glass. Something warm flickered through him, uninvited and unmanageable.
The hydra's voice stirred faintly in his mind. "Attachment detected."
He ignored it.
Mina opened her eyes, catching him staring. "What?"
"Nothing."
"Liar."
He didn't deny it, just looked away, a small smile tugging at his mouth. "You're trouble."
"Takes one to know one."
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The Walk Back
By the time they reached the station, the rain had faded into mist. Mina stopped at the gate.
"Hey, Sozo?"
He turned.
She hesitated, as if measuring something invisible between them. "You don't have to talk about whatever's in your head. But don't disappear into it, either."
He nodded slowly. "I'll try."
"You better. I still need someone to lose to in training."
"Big talk."
"Big truth."
He almost laughed. "See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow," she echoed, then added, softer, "And try wanting something. For you."
He stood there long after she left, the streetlight humming quietly above him. The hydra's voice came again—quieter now, almost thoughtful.
"She is changing your rhythm."
"I know."
"You do not resist."
"No."
"Wise."
He smiled faintly. "Maybe."
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Nightfall
Later that night, Sozo sat by the window again, sketching new sigils on a blank page. The rain had stopped, but the air still smelled like it remembered.
He wasn't training. Just… thinking. Remembering the way Mina had smiled, the way her words lingered longer than they should have.
For someone who could shape reality, it was strange how easily one conversation could reshape him.
He leaned back, closing his eyes.
The hydra said nothing more that night. It didn't need to.
Inside, power hummed softly—steady, balanced. Outside, the city whispered with life.
For the first time, Sozo didn't feel like a weapon or a secret. He felt like a person learning how to exist.
End of Chapter 15 – Embers Between Words
Chapter 16 – Days Made of Quiet
Morning light hit different lately.
It wasn't the blinding kind that burned through curtains and demanded you wake up. It was gentler—lazy, golden, the kind that wandered across Sozo's desk and warmed the pages of his half-finished sketches.
He found himself tracing shapes without thinking: not sigils or blueprints, just little things. A cloud. A hand. A smile that looked suspiciously familiar.
The hydra didn't comment. It only watched, coiled somewhere behind his thoughts, content for once.
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Errands
"Hold this," Mina said, pressing a grocery basket into his hands before he could argue.
Sozo blinked. "I thought we were going to train."
"We are—training for real life. Step one: shopping without sulking."
He followed her through the market, the smell of spice and grilled food filling the air. Mina greeted vendors like she'd known them for years. Somehow, within minutes, she'd convinced an old woman to give her extra oranges "for her quiet friend."
Sozo tried to pay; Mina swatted his hand away. "Heroes shouldn't bribe civilians."
He gave her a flat look. "You charmed her out of free fruit."
"Exactly. Skill issue on your part."
He almost smiled. Almost.
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Lunch Break
They ended up sitting by the canal, eating skewers and oranges. Mina chattered about everything—her latest class project, how Bakugo nearly blew up a sink, how Deku had started building another gadget.
Sozo listened more than he spoke. Her voice filled in the parts of the day that silence usually lived in.
At one point she asked, "You ever wonder what kind of hero you'd wanna be?"
He shrugged. "Haven't thought that far."
"Liar. You think about everything that far."
He looked at the water. "Someone who protects what matters. Even from myself, if I have to."
She nodded, eyes serious now. "That sounds like a Sozo kind of answer."
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Evening Drift
By the time they started heading home, the sun was low, turning the canal to liquid gold. Mina walked backwards in front of him, still talking, arms folded behind her head.
"You ever notice how weird it is that we just… exist? Like, out of all the stuff that could've happened, we ended up here. Right now. Eating street food and pretending we have our lives figured out."
He raised an eyebrow. "That's a surprisingly philosophical take."
"I blame you."
He chuckled under his breath. "Fair."
She stopped suddenly. "Hey, Sozo."
He paused. "Yeah?"
"Thanks for today."
"For what?"
"For being here. You make quiet feel comfortable."
The words landed heavier than she probably meant them to.
He opened his mouth, thought better of it, and just nodded. "Anytime."
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At Home
That night, Aunt Inko peeked into the hallway to find Sozo humming quietly while washing dishes.
"You've been smiling more lately," she said with a small, knowing grin.
He froze mid-rinse. "…Have I?"
"Mhm. Must be the company you keep."
He looked down at the soap bubbles reflecting faint pink light from the window. "Maybe."
She chuckled and left him to it.
When he finished, he stepped out to the balcony. The air smelled of rain again. Mina's laughter from earlier still echoed faintly in his head.
"Peace," the hydra murmured. "Unnatural, yet… pleasant."
He leaned on the railing. "Don't ruin it."
"I would not dare."
The city shimmered below—neon signs blinking, people crossing streets, the slow hum of life in motion.
For once, Sozo didn't feel apart from it. He was just another small thread in the weave.
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Late Reflection
Before sleep, he opened his notebook. On a blank page, he wrote three words:
"Not alone anymore."
The letters looked strange in his handwriting—too simple for everything they carried.
He smiled, closed the book, and let the quiet take him.
The hydra stayed silent all night, watching over the kind of dream that didn't need monsters or power to matter.
End of Chapter 16 – Days Made of Quiet
Chapter 17 – Starlight Festival
The first real chill of autumn had arrived, the kind that made breath visible and turned every sound a little crisper. At Aldera Middle, it meant one thing—festival week.
Banners hung unevenly across the schoolyard, the smell of food stalls drifted through the air, and students darted everywhere, shouting directions that nobody really followed.
Sozo stood at the edge of it all, sleeves rolled up, helping Deku carry a box of lanterns.
"Careful, they're glass," Deku said, half-breathless.
"I noticed," Sozo replied.
"Right, right—just saying." Deku grinned, the nerves that usually clung to him replaced with the excitement of a boy allowed to build something. "You think Mina's booth will actually stay standing this year?"
Sozo lifted an eyebrow. "Define 'standing.'"
A flash of pink hair appeared near the center of the yard. Mina was waving a paintbrush like a sword, a streak of gold across her cheek and a smudge on her nose.
"Don't underestimate my craftsmanship!" she shouted.
"Your what?" Sozo called back.
"Craftsmanship! It's art, not engineering!"
"So it's unstable," he said under his breath, and Deku snorted so hard he almost dropped the box.
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Festival Morning
By the time the gates opened, the yard transformed into chaos that somehow worked. Music drifted between booths, the smell of takoyaki mixed with candy, and lights began flickering on even though the sun still lingered.
Sozo found himself roped into Mina's booth—painting masks for kids. She handed him a brush, eyes sparkling.
"You've got steady hands," she said.
"I make living creatures, not crafts."
"Perfect! You won't mess up."
He sighed, sat beside her, and quietly started working.
Minutes turned to hours. Mina talked with every customer like she'd known them forever. Sozo mostly listened, occasionally adjusting a crooked mask or fixing a paint line.
When one of the younger kids tugged on his sleeve and asked for a hydra mask, Mina smirked.
"Local celebrity much?"
He chuckled. "Guess word gets around."
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Deku's Surprise
Deku showed up midafternoon, clutching something metallic. "Hey, hey—look what I made for the light show!"
Mina leaned forward. "What is that?"
"A reflective crystal lens system. It scatters the lantern light into patterns!"
"So… fireworks, but smarter?"
"Exactly!"
They spent the next half hour helping him set it up on the gym roof. Mina, of course, balanced on the railing like it was a game.
"Careful," Sozo warned.
"I've got good balance," she said, wobbling slightly.
He caught her wrist without thinking. For a second, neither of them moved. Her grin softened, just a little.
"You always catch people," she murmured.
He let go slowly. "Habit."
"Good one."
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Evening Glow
By sunset, the yard was bathed in warm light. Paper lanterns lined the walkways, casting everything in gold and rose. Laughter filled the air.
Mina handed Sozo a drink. "You're terrible at relaxing, you know that?"
"I'm sitting."
"Barely. Your shoulders are still in fight mode."
He exhaled, deliberately rolling them back. "Better?"
"Almost human."
They sat on the grass, backs against a low wall, watching people drift by. Deku ran around testing his lens system, Bakugo was arguing with someone over food, and for once, the world looked ordinary.
"Sozo," Mina said quietly, "what did you wish for this year?"
"I didn't."
She nudged him with her elbow. "Then make one now."
He looked at the lanterns swaying above them. "Alright. I wish…" He paused. "For time."
"Time?"
"To figure out what to do with all this." He gestured vaguely at the crowd, the lights, the noise. "Existing, I guess."
She smiled, soft and genuine. "I'll help with that."
"I know."
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The Light Show
When night fully settled, Deku's lenses lit up. The scattered reflections painted dragons and stars across the clouds, moving as if alive.
Mina tilted her head back, eyes wide. "He did it."
Sozo felt something stir under his skin—his hydra responding faintly to the shapes in the sky. It wasn't dangerous, just… connected.
The heads of light coiled and shimmered like they were breathing, and for a second, it almost felt like the world recognized him.
Mina whispered, "That's beautiful."
"Yeah," he said, not looking at the sky.
---
Later
When the crowd thinned, the two of them stayed behind to help clean up. Mina hummed some half-forgotten tune while stacking chairs.
"Sozo?"
"Mm?"
"Do you ever miss where you came from?"
He paused, hands on a lantern. "…Sometimes. But less lately."
She smiled. "Good. 'Cause you belong here now."
He met her eyes—steady, unguarded. "Maybe I do."
She grinned, tossing him the last lantern. "Then help me make this one last."
He caught it easily, and together they set it afloat down the canal, its tiny flame flickering against the water.
It drifted away, slow and sure, until it disappeared into the dark.
---
End Scene
Back home, Sozo sat by his window again, watching the faint glow of the festival still hanging over the city.
The hydra murmured, "You are smiling again."
"Yeah," he said softly.
"Why?"
He thought about Mina's laughter, Deku's sky full of dragons, the echo of people living ordinary lives.
"Because it feels right."
And for tonight, that was enough.
End of Chapter 17 – Starlight Festival
Chapter 18 – The Whisper in the Stillness
The day after the festival felt like a sigh.
The school was quiet again, stray bits of confetti clinging to the pavement, the smell of sweet batter still faint in the halls.
Sozo sat by the window in class, sunlight tracing across his desk. Mina was a few seats over, sketching something in her notebook—probably another idea for a booth that would "definitely" not collapse next year.
She caught him watching, smiled, then went back to drawing. Simple. Warm.
And yet… something in the air had shifted.
The hydra stirred before he even realized it.
"Uneven current detected," it murmured inside his mind. "Small… but real."
---
After Class
When the bell rang, Mina waved him over.
"Come on, you promised to help me carry art supplies back to storage."
He blinked. "I did?"
"Yup. And I don't take backsies."
They walked through the near-empty halls. Every step echoed more than usual, a strange resonance following them. Sozo's senses stretched unconsciously—like brushing his mind against fabric to check for a tear.
Mina looked up at him. "You're doing that thing again."
"What thing?"
"The… 'I hear ghosts' face."
He almost smiled. "Maybe I do."
"If you start chanting in Latin, I'm leaving."
"Noted."
Still, he couldn't shake it. Something in the air felt alive—not the usual hum of city power or stray quirks. This was deeper. Like the dimension he'd once shaped was breathing again, faint but persistent.
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Echo
That night, the feeling worsened.
He lay in bed, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. The room was quiet except for the faint buzz of city light outside.
Then a flicker.
Not sound. Not sight.
Something between the two—like a pulse in the walls.
The hydra hissed softly in his mind. "Origin… linked."
"To the dungeon?" he whispered.
"Residual fragments. We left it sealed, not erased."
Sozo sat up, pulse quickening. "It's rebuilding itself."
"No… something is calling it back."
The words sat heavy in the dark.
---
Morning
He didn't sleep much. By sunrise, his eyes felt gritty. He still showed up to class, but his focus was elsewhere.
Mina noticed immediately. "You look like you fought a storm and lost."
He rubbed his neck. "Something like that."
"Nightmares?"
"More like… memories that won't stay put."
She frowned, softer now. "You know, you can actually tell me stuff, right? I'm not fragile."
He met her gaze, and for a second, the words almost came out—the truth about the dimension, the monsters, the hydra's whisper. But the instinct to protect held firm.
"I know," he said quietly. "Just… not yet."
She studied him, then smiled, faint but trusting. "Okay. Then I'll wait."
---
Breaktime
Later that day, while Deku and Bakugo argued over quirk designs, Sozo stepped outside. The courtyard was nearly empty, wind carrying fallen leaves in lazy circles.
He closed his eyes and reached inward.
The internal world stirred—vast and dark, lined with quiet echoes of all he'd built. But now, something new was there: a shimmer, faint and irregular, like a heartbeat out of sync with his own.
He extended his will toward it—and it pulsed back. Not in defiance, but recognition.
Then came the whisper.
Not words. Not yet. Just intent. Calling.
Sozo snapped back into reality, breath sharp.
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The Warning
That night, he wrote everything down—every pulse, every whisper, every flicker he'd felt since the festival.
His handwriting was neater than usual, each line deliberate.
The hydra's voice finally broke the silence. "Containment possible, but only if you re-enter the space."
"It's too early," Sozo murmured. "They're not ready. Deku's still learning control. Mina doesn't even—"
"The longer you wait, the stronger it becomes."
He pressed his pen against the page until it tore.
"Then I'll have to find a way to go alone."
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The Unseen Shift
Outside, the wind picked up. Streetlights flickered once, twice.
Somewhere deep in the city, something unseen stirred—too faint for most to notice. But for those tied to Sozo's creation, a strange dream came in the night: a sound like waves over glass, and a whisper that almost sounded like his name.
Mina woke briefly, uneasy but unsure why. Deku, half-asleep, scribbled in a notebook about "dimensional quirk resonance."
And Sozo… sat at his desk, eyes open, watching the faint tremor of his hydra-shaped shadow crawl across the wall.
The whisper came again, faint but certain.
"Creator…"
He froze.
Then, silence.
The hydra's voice followed, low and grave. "It has found you."
Sozo didn't answer.
He just looked out at the dark skyline, the weight of calm finally breaking in his chest.
Tomorrow would not be quiet.
End of Chapter 18 – The Whisper in the Stillness
Chapter 19 – Return to the Depths
The whisper didn't fade.
It threaded through the night like static in his veins—sometimes soft, sometimes sharp, but always there.
By dawn, Sozo stopped pretending he could ignore it.
He left a note on his desk—short, careful, unsigned. Just in case. Then he slipped through the back streets of Musutafu while the city still slept, the horizon painted faint blue.
The hydra stirred as he walked. "You know where it is."
"Yeah," he murmured. "I always did."
---
The Forgotten Gate
The place wasn't much to look at—just a forgotten drainage tunnel at the edge of the riverbank, hidden under weeds and rusted metal.
But beneath the smell of wet stone and silence, the air thrummed with something ancient. Familiar.
Sozo pressed his palm to the wall. Symbols flickered faintly under his skin—his own designs, warped and incomplete.
"Residual architecture," the hydra said. "It remembers you."
He nodded once. "Then it'll let me in."
The wall rippled. For a moment, it looked like the world held its breath—and then the tunnel swallowed him whole.
---
Within the Vein
The air changed immediately. It wasn't the same Dungeon he'd built before. The space pulsed, alive but unstable, the ground shifting like something breathing underneath.
He moved carefully, boots echoing against crystal dust. The faint glow of his essence lit the way, casting long shadows that twisted with each step.
"This place was meant to fade," he whispered.
"Something reassembled the code," the hydra replied. "Not your doing. Another will."
The deeper he went, the louder the heartbeat became—steady, slow, immense.
And beneath it, a second pulse. Calling his name.
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Echo of the Creator
The corridor opened into a vast chamber. Floating above the center was a single fragment of crystal—the heart of his original world, cracked but burning with dull red light.
Sozo exhaled. "So it's still here."
The hydra hissed low. "Correction: it was here. Now it's something else."
The crystal's surface shifted, showing flashes of faces, shapes, and memories. His creatures—the first ones he made as a child—flickered across it like reflections on water.
And then, out of the shimmer, something stepped forward.
It looked like him. Not perfect, but close. Eyes too sharp, voice a little too calm.
"Creator," it said. "You left us unfinished."
---
The Dialogue
Sozo didn't move. "You're a construct. A ghost of code."
"I am what you abandoned." The double tilted its head. "The Dungeon remembered the shape of its maker. It needed a mind. I was the answer."
"That wasn't supposed to happen."
The copy smiled faintly. "Nothing ever is."
The hydra coiled tighter behind his thoughts, defensive now. "Energy signature unstable. Destroy it."
"No," Sozo murmured. "Not yet."
He stepped closer, studying the cracks along the copy's form. "What do you want?"
"To live," it said simply. "To finish what we started."
---
A Test
Without warning, the ground rippled. Crystals erupted in arcs around him, forming clawed shapes that lunged with impossible speed.
Sozo reacted instinctively—hands rising, power flowing outward in perfect synchrony. Ten spectral hydra heads burst from his back, roaring as they tore through the constructs.
The sound filled the chamber—thunder, flame, shattering glass.
When the light cleared, the echo of himself stood unharmed, smiling faintly.
"Still strong," it said. "Still incomplete."
Sozo's voice was steady. "You're not my successor."
"No," the double agreed. "I am your consequence."
---
Recognition
The copy raised its hand, and the red crystal behind it pulsed once, twice—then dimmed.
"When I wake fully," it said, "this place will breathe again. The Dungeon will open its eyes. You can seal it… but you will have to seal me with it."
Sozo frowned. "You're warning me."
"I'm you. Even now, I don't want to destroy what you've built."
Their gazes locked—two reflections caught between creation and responsibility.
Then the image began to fracture, lines of light crawling across the copy's body.
"Not yet," it whispered. "Soon."
And with a final pulse of light, it shattered.
---
Return
The chamber collapsed inward, reality folding around him like a tide retreating. Sozo didn't resist; he let the Dungeon eject him back into the dawn.
He stumbled out through the same rusted tunnel, coughing, crystal dust still clinging to his hands. The city was waking—cars humming in the distance, birds starting to call.
The hydra's tone was grave. "The seal weakens. Within days, it will open again."
"I know."
"You cannot fight it alone."
He looked out toward the skyline where his friends lived their simple, bright lives.
"Then I'll have to make sure they're ready."
---
Final Beat
As he walked back, the world looked unchanged. But every step he took left faint trails of light that only the hydra could see—threads connecting him to the thing beneath the city.
The whisper came once more, distant but clear this time.
"Creator… come home."
He didn't answer. Not yet.
But his hand tightened slightly, as if remembering the warmth of the lantern Mina had helped him send down the river.
The war between the two worlds had already begun.
End of Chapter 19 – Return to the Depths
Chapter 20 – The Forge of Resolve
Morning came cold and bright. The kind of sky that looked too clean for what had happened hours before.
Sozo hadn't slept, but his hands were steady.
The hydra's voice lingered in the back of his thoughts, calm but constant.
"Containment window: seventy-two hours. Beyond that, probability of full emergence—ninety-one percent."
He tightened his jacket and looked at his reflection in the window. The eyes staring back weren't tired. They were focused.
"Then we start today."
---
Plans and Pieces
By the time he reached the Midoriya home, Deku was already tinkering with a small device at the kitchen table, surrounded by wires and half-drained notebooks.
"Morning," Deku said absently. "You look… determined."
"I need your help," Sozo said, skipping pleasantries.
Deku blinked. "With what?"
"Building something that can hold dimensional energy without bleeding through."
Deku's pencil froze. "That's not… normal."
"Neither am I."
For a second, they just looked at each other—the unspoken weight of all the secrets between them heavy in the air. Then Deku nodded slowly. "Okay. What do you need?"
Sozo smiled faintly. "Blueprints first. I'll explain as we go."
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The Blueprint
They spent the next several hours drawing, adjusting, arguing quietly over details. The goal wasn't destruction—it was containment. A vessel that could anchor the Dungeon's heart if it broke through again.
Mina showed up halfway through, arms full of snacks. "You two look like you're planning world domination."
Deku laughed nervously. "Just… science stuff!"
She leaned over the blueprints. "Then why does it look like a magic circle and an engine had a baby?"
Sozo glanced up. "Because that's exactly what it is."
Her eyes narrowed. "You're serious."
He nodded once.
Mina's grin faded. "Okay. How bad?"
"Bad enough that I need both of you ready," he said quietly. "Something I made is waking up."
There was a long beat of silence before Mina finally spoke. "Then we'll just have to put it back to sleep."
---
The Forge
That night, they met again in the underground training hall. Sozo had already cleared the space, etched the floor with complex sigils and metallic anchors Deku had helped design.
Mina whistled low. "Looks like a ritual."
"It is," Sozo said simply. "The start of one."
He dropped a crystal core in the center—a piece of the same energy that once formed the Dungeon. It pulsed faintly, responding to his presence.
Deku crouched beside it, eyes gleaming with curiosity and worry. "This thing feels alive."
"It is. And if I'm right, it'll recognize me."
Mina crossed her arms. "And if you're wrong?"
Sozo didn't answer. He just stepped forward, hands glowing faintly as he began to weave the Arc.
---
Resonance
The ground thrummed. Energy spiraled upward, swirling between the sigils and the metal framework. The air thickened, humming with color and heat.
Deku's gadgets started vibrating, readings going off the scale. "It's reacting to your bio-signal!"
"Good," Sozo said. "That means it's listening."
He reached deeper into the link between himself and the hydra, letting the power flow—not uncontrolled, but focused. For a moment, he could see the strands of reality like threads pulled too tight.
He grabbed one. Twisted it. Reinforced it.
The crystal pulsed harder, shifting from red to silver.
Mina shielded her eyes. "Sozo!"
"I'm fine."
"Energy levels stabilizing," the hydra reported. "Containment viable. Vessel incomplete."
"Then we finish it."
---
The Price
A sudden tremor shot through the hall. Cracks crawled along the ceiling, dust raining down.
Deku yelled, "It's overloading!"
Sozo didn't move. His eyes glowed now—deep, endless silver. "It's not. It's testing me."
The energy lashed out in wild arcs. One bolt clipped his arm, burning through his sleeve. He gritted his teeth but stayed centered, forcing the flow back into the pattern.
Mina started forward. "Sozo—"
"Stay back."
She froze, torn between fear and trust.
Then, with a final pulse, the light collapsed inward—silent, sudden.
When it cleared, a sphere of pale crystal floated above the circle, perfectly still.
Sozo exhaled shakily. "Containment core complete."
Deku stared, awed. "That… might actually work."
"It has to."
---
Aftermath
When they finally left the hall, dawn was breaking again. The city looked peaceful, as if unaware that something beneath it was stirring.
Mina walked beside him quietly. "You burned your arm."
"It'll heal."
She looked at him, something sharper in her eyes now. "You're doing that thing again—carrying everything yourself."
He paused, almost smiling. "Old habit."
"Break it," she said simply. "You don't have to save the world alone."
He didn't argue, but his gaze drifted toward the horizon. "If I can't, you'll have to."
Mina huffed. "Then I'll make sure you don't fail."
He chuckled softly. "Deal."
---
The Quiet Before
Back home, Sozo placed the completed containment core on his desk. It glowed faintly, rhythmic, like a second heartbeat.
The hydra whispered from within. "Synchronization achieved. We are ready."
He nodded. "Then it's time to face what's left of me."
For the first time since his rebirth, he felt the weight of both worlds settle evenly on his shoulders—not as a curse, but as something chosen.
And outside, as the city woke again, the faintest ripple of red light flickered beneath the streets—an answer from the depths, waiting.
End of Chapter 20 – The Forge of Resolve
Chapter 21 – The Awakening Below
The first tremor came just before noon.
At first, it was a faint vibration—barely enough to rattle the windows. But to Sozo, it felt like a voice pressed against his skull.
"Creator."
He froze mid-step, notebook in hand. The containment core on his desk pulsed faintly in reply, its rhythm gone irregular.
The hydra's tone was flat. "Seal integrity failing. Source signature—identical to the echo."
"So it begins," Sozo murmured.
Outside, birds scattered from the rooftops. The city air thickened with something unseen.
He grabbed the core, slinging it into a reinforced harness. Then he reached for his phone. "Deku. Mina. Meet me at the old river tunnel."
---
Gathering Storm
They arrived within minutes. Deku came with his prototype gear strapped across his arms, sensors blinking. Mina carried her combat gloves and that determined grin that always hid nerves.
"So… this is it, huh?" she said, glancing toward the concrete mouth of the tunnel. The ground under it was already cracking, faint crimson light bleeding through.
Sozo nodded. "It's waking. Whatever's down there—it's not going back to sleep unless we make it."
Deku adjusted his goggles. "Then we go in together."
Sozo met his eyes. "You've got no idea what's waiting."
"Neither do you," Deku countered gently. "That's why we'll figure it out together."
Mina smirked. "And if it's ugly, I'll just punch it till it isn't."
Sozo couldn't help a quiet laugh. "Right. Then let's move."
---
The Descent
The tunnel swallowed them whole. The air was heavy, metallic, echoing with low pulses that felt like a heartbeat.
Deku's scanner flickered wildly. "It's bending electromagnetic fields… This is bad."
"It's alive," Sozo said, eyes narrowing. "And it knows we're here."
The hydra stirred behind his thoughts, its tone edged with warning. "Multiple energy signatures ahead. Hybrids of your early designs."
Sozo clenched his fists. "I was afraid of that."
From the dark ahead, shapes began to crawl into view—hulking, crystalline creatures that shimmered with fragments of his old creations. Their eyes glowed red.
Mina whispered, "Sozo…"
"I know."
The hydra's voice grew sharper. "Permission to engage."
"Granted."
Ten spectral heads burst from Sozo's back, filling the tunnel with silver light. "Deku—cover Mina! I'll clear the path!"
---
Battlefield
The first wave hit hard. Claws scraped steel, energy beams hissed through the dark. Sozo's hydra heads tore through the creatures like lightning, every strike perfectly controlled.
Deku transformed mid-sprint—flashing into a lean, green-skinned alien form. "Gray Matter's not built for combat, but I can find their core structure!"
"Then do it fast!" Sozo called, diving into another strike.
Mina slid across the floor, acid spraying from her palms, burning through crystalline shells. "These things just keep coming!"
"They're feeding off the Dungeon's heart!" Sozo shouted back. "It's rebuilding itself!"
He pulled the containment core from his harness, pressing it to the ground. "Hydra—stabilize field pattern!"
"Acknowledged."
Light erupted from the crystal, forming a massive sigil underfoot. The creatures froze mid-attack, their bodies flickering as the core began to drain their energy.
"Almost there," Deku said, eyes darting across his readings. "If you channel enough energy into the core, it might—"
The ground split open.
---
The Awakening
The Dungeon's heart rose like a sun being born underground—an orb of molten red light, pulsing with every beat of Sozo's pulse.
And in front of it, the echo of himself stepped out again. Still cracked, still smiling faintly.
"Creator," it said, voice steady this time. "You came back."
Sozo stepped forward, hydra heads coiling protectively around him. "You left me no choice."
The echo tilted its head. "You built this world on creation. Now you'll see what happens when creation refuses to die."
Energy rippled through the chamber. The floor fractured into molten shards.
"Deku! Mina! Get behind me!"
They moved without argument.
Sozo drew in a deep breath—and for a heartbeat, the chaos fell away.
---
Confession in the Fire
He turned slightly, eyes finding Mina's in the storm of light.
"If I don't make it—"
She cut him off. "Don't start that."
He gave a small, tired smile. "Just listen. I never said it before because I kept thinking there'd be a better time. There isn't."
Mina froze, realization dawning even as the world burned around them.
"I like you," he said simply. "Not the fighter, not the quirk—you. The way you never flinch. The way you keep me grounded when I'd rather disappear into all this power."
Her breath caught. "Sozo…"
"If I mess this up," he said quietly, "just know that it was worth it. Meeting you. Fighting beside you."
She blinked back tears, jaw clenched. "Then don't mess it up."
He laughed once. "Right."
---
The Clash
He turned back toward the echo, power roaring through his veins.
The hydra's voice filled him. "Full synchronization. Ready when you are."
"Let's end this."
Ten dragon heads unfurled in blinding silver flame, coiling around the chamber. The echo met his gaze—and smiled.
"Show me," it whispered.
Sozo charged.
The impact lit the entire tunnel like a miniature sunrise—light against light, creation against consequence. The sound was too large to be called noise, too alive to be called destruction.
For one suspended heartbeat, everything balanced—the boy who created, and the reflection that refused to die.
Then the light swallowed them both.
---
End Scene
When the glow finally dimmed, Mina and Deku stood at the edge of a vast crater. The containment core floated at its center, faintly humming—stable.
No sign of Sozo.
Mina took a step forward, trembling. "He did it…"
Deku scanned the air. "Energy trace still active. He's alive. Somewhere inside."
The core pulsed once, soft and rhythmic—like a heartbeat waiting to be heard.
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End of Chapter 21 – The Awakening Below