Chapter:11
The cold, sterile walls of the interrogation room seemed to close in with every passing second. A single overhead light buzzed quietly, casting a pale glow on the metal table where Hoshigami Enrai—or so he claimed—sat, hands calmly folded in front of him. Across from him, two officers scrutinized his every movement, their eyes sharp with suspicion.
"Let's start simple. Who are you?" the first officer demanded, voice firm, carrying the weight of authority.
Radahn's gaze was steady, unwavering. "I go by Hoshigami Enrai," he replied, his tone even, lacking hesitation.
The second officer leaned forward, arms crossed. "You just 'go by' that name? Where are you from?"
A pause. The silence stretched uncomfortably long before Radahn answered, voice low but sure. "I don't remember. My past… it's empty. The only thing I have is my name"
The officers exchanged sceptical glances. "No memories? That's convenient," the first officer muttered, leaning in. "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—like you've done it before. And yet, there's nothing in the system. No records. It's like you didn't even exist until yesterday. How do you explain that?"
Another silence followed. Radahn's response was simple but honest. "I can't. I only know that when I woke up… I knew I had to move forward."
"What's your Quirk?" the second officer asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Energy control" he stated.
"Energy, I see," the officer nodded slowly. "And what about 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—turned it into something I could use for my own arsenal."
The officers exchanged startled glances, clearly shocked by the sheer mastery implied by such an ability.
Hours passed, questions looping back on themselves, growing more aggressive, but no answers surfaced. The police ran background checks, pulled surveillance footage, even cross-referenced international databases. Nothing. Hoshigami Enrai had no past—no fingerprints, no family, no trace of existence.
Eventually, the interrogation gave way to reluctant acceptance.
"Fine," the first officer finally 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 in agreement. "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. His voice remained calm, almost indifferent. "Sure. I'll look into it."
As he rose from the chair, a quiet tension lingered in the room—a silent acknowledgment that this wasn't the end, but the beginning of something much larger.
Outside the station, the sun had already begun to set, painting the sky with streaks of crimson and gold. Radahn stepped into the fading light with his ID in hand.
Meanwhile,
The hero headquarters was a hive of activity, buzzing with tension and frustration. Monitors flickered with footage from the recent battle, yet none offered a clue as to where Radahn had vanished. Heroes paced, some arguing, others scanning through data streams, all met with the same dead end—nothing.
"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 nearest table. "You can't even tell me where he went! Did He just vanished from the face of the earth?!"
Silence followed, thick with tension. Watanabe, usually composed, now leaned in toward the monitor, staring hard at the image of Radahn frozen mid-battle. His expression shifted from frustration to something more thoughtful, a quiet intensity brewing behind his eyes.
"Hmph… Where are you, Radahn?" he muttered under his breath, the weight of the mystery settling like a storm on the horizon.
'Is there something we are missing?'- wondered Watanabe.
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The sun dipped low over Dagobah Beach, casting long shadows across the sand as waves gently lapped against the shore. Sweat dripped from Izuku Midoriya's brow, his breath coming in heavy bursts as he pushed through another intense drill. His muscles ached, every fibre of his body screaming for rest—but the determination in his eyes never wavered.
All Might stood nearby, arms crossed, watching with a proud yet critical gaze. His trademark smile softened into something more genuine, less performative. Midoriya charged forward, hauling another large piece of debris onto the growing pile of trash, his body trembling but refusing to stop.
"That's it, young Midoriya! You're almost there!" All Might called out, voice booming with encouragement.
Midoriya stumbled slightly but caught himself, turning back to face his mentor with a tired grin. "A-All Might... Did I do it right that time?"
All Might nodded, striding over and placing a reassuring hand on Midoriya's shoulder. "You're improving faster than I expected. Your body is becoming strong—strong enough to carry the power of One For All."
Midoriya's eyes sparkled with determination. "I just want to be strong enough… To protect everyone. To be worthy of your power."
All Might's expression softened further, a hint of sadness hiding behind his proud smile. "You're already making me proud, my boy. But remember, strength alone doesn't make a hero—it's the courage to stand tall even when your body says no. And you've got that in spades."
Midoriya clenched his fists, nodding fiercely. "I won't let you down, All Might."
"PLUS ULTRA"- both shouted in unison.
As Midoriya returned to training, All Might took a step back, folding his arms as his smile slowly faded into a pensive shadow. His thoughts grew heavy, drifting toward the future—the burden his successor would inevitably carry.
"The battles ahead will be far more terrifying than anything " All Might mused silently. "Fighting All For One is the destiny of every One For All bearer… That clash is inevitable."
But now, there was another threat looming—Radahn. A mystery cloaked in power and danger, someone who had overwhelmed heroes in a single encounter and then vanished without a trace.
"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's this Radahn too who we don't know- either he is friend or foe but he is surely an Another storm on the horizon. I just hope I can prepare you in time."
The sun finally dipped below the horizon, casting the beach into twilight, but for All Might, the darkness wasn't just in the sky—it was in the battles yet to come.
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Radahn wandered through the bustling streets, observing the vibrant culture around him. His imposing figure and regal appearance drew occasional glances from passers-by, but he paid them no mind. His steps eventually led him to an opulent jewellery store— Celestara Luxuries (the second-largest in the world). The store's shimmering façade and grand entrance reflected its reputation for exclusivity and unparalleled luxury.
The guard thinking Radahn is probably some bigshot , bowed his head and said "Welcome Sir"
Radahn nodded and stepped inside, the luxurious interior gleamed with precious gems and rare metals. An employee, noticing his commanding presence, immediately assumed he was some high-profile client and approached with enthusiasm.
"Welcome, dear sir! How may I assist you today?" the employee asked, his tone both respectful and playful, assuming Radahn was roleplaying due to his unique appearance.
Radahn's voice was calm but firm. "I'm here to bargain."
The employee chuckled, thinking it was part of a game. "Of course, sir! And what would you like to bargain for?"
Without a word, Radahn raised his hand mid-air and, with a subtle motion, accessed his inventory. A heavy gold brick—over 30 kilos—materialized in his palm before being set on the counter with a solid thud. The employee's eyes widened, but before he could react, Radahn revealed something even more shocking: a shimmering crystal ore, radiant with a mystical blue glow.
The employee, now utterly stunned, stammered, "P-please excuse me for a moment, sir," before rushing to call the manager.
Moments later, the manager hurried into the room, a composed yet intrigued expression on his face. "Good day, sir. I understand you have something of value?" His eyes fell on the materials, and his professionalism faltered for just a second. "Please, follow me to the VIP room."
In the privacy of the VIP suite, the manager used his Quirk—Value Sight, which allowed him to assess the worth of materials by assigning them star ratings. The renowned Blue Diamond was rated 3.5 stars, a symbol of immense wealth.
But when he assessed Radahn's crystal ore, the reading spiked to an unimaginable 7 stars!.
'7 STARS! How is this possible?!' - Barely containing his shock, the manager took a deep breath and turned to Radahn. "Sir, may I ask where you acquired this... remarkable ore?"
Radahn's gaze was steady. "No."
The manager, regaining his composure, nodded respectfully. "Understood. Now, regarding the value—your gold brick alone is worth approximately 1.2 million dollars due to its unparalleled purity."
After some time ,with further assessing the ore and making some calls , The Manage finally made a decision-
"As for the ore... it's valued at approximately 27 billion dollars. Since , its an ore we need to thoroughly cut it and polish it into shape , so , I've made this offer.
Dear Sir , I hope it wasn't too less."
The staff outside the room, overhearing fragments of the conversation, were stunned beyond belief.
The manager continued, handing over a sleek black metal card embossed with a golden dragon emblem. "This card contains the full payment. You can verify the balance at your convenience. Additionally, this is our VIP card. Should you ever wish to conduct business with us again, please present it, and you will receive the highest level of service."
Without hesitation, Radahn replied, "I trust your honesty. I accept."
The manager was momentarily taken aback by how quickly Radahn agreed, though he quickly masked his surprise with professionalism. "It has been a pleasure doing business with you, Mr...?"
"Hoshigami Enrai," Radahn answered calmly.
As Radahn left the store, the stunned employee whispered to the manager, "Sir, was that glowy ore really worth that much?"
The manager, still processing what had just transpired, replied, " Itohame-san... this isn't just valuable. That ore could surpass the most precious diamond known to mankind. You wouldn't understand—this was beyond anything we've ever encountered."
Meanwhile, the cause of this commotion, Radahn, continued to roam the lively streets, seemingly unaware of the storm he had just stirred. Drawn by curiosity, he wandered into a modest clothing store. His appearance commanded respect, and the staff treated him with subtle reverence. After some consideration, he selected a sleek ensemble: a long, black overcoat paired with a high-collared shirt, tailored black trousers, and sturdy leather boots. The outfit gave him an even more commanding aura, blending both mystery and authority.
As he stepped back into the crowd, Radahn had no idea that the ore he had just sold would soon shake the entire world to its core.