"Behold The Unthinkable Future."

The battlefield was a wasteland of ruin, the earth torn apart by the sheer force of gods clashing. U.A.'s once-proud training grounds were unrecognizable—jagged craters gaped open like wounds, steaming with the residual heat of cataclysmic blows.

The ground was split apart, layers of shattered stone and scorched metal marking where structures once stood. Smoldering embers drifted through the air like fireflies of destruction, casting an eerie glow upon the broken landscape.

A bitter wind carried the stench of burnt flesh and ozone, mixing with the metallic tang of blood soaking into the earth. The remains of shattered walls and twisted steel beams jutted from the ground like ribs of a colossal beast long since slain. Deep trenches marred the battlefield, where titanic forces had driven bodies through concrete and steel with brutal efficiency. A massive fissure ran through the center, as if the world itself had split open beneath the sheer violence of the battle.

And in the midst of it, three figures lay—broken, battered, barely clinging to life.

Izuku Midoriya sat upright, his entire body a canvas of devastation. His entire body blackened by flame and torn from countless impacts. Blood coated his arms in jagged streaks, mixing with dirt and soot. But the worst was his hands—his fingers were gone. Not broken. Not dislocated. Gone. The flesh had been burned down to the bone, his knuckles nothing but charred remnants. His right hand ended in cauterized stumps, blackened and raw, while his left was no better, digits reduced to disfigured, blistered masses. He clenched his ruined fists as best he could, trembling, yet still—the only one able to rise.

Not because he was stronger, no. It was because he was the only one who had the energy to do so.

Beside him, All Might lay motionless, his once-mighty form reduced to a shadow of itself. His right arm was gone entirely—ripped from the socket, leaving behind only a mangled stump that still oozed blood despite the sheer heat that had seared the wound. His chest—his once-proud symbol of strength—was caved inward, two deep, gaping holes piercing straight through him. They were horrific, rimmed with scorched flesh, exposing bone and shredded muscle within. His breathing was shallow, each ragged gasp wet and rattling, blood bubbling at the corner of his lips. He was still alive—but only just.

As of now, All Might is on the brink of death, drowning on his own blood.

And then there was All For One.

The supposed demon king, the mastermind of countless nightmares, lay on the ground, barely breathing. His body was blackened, not by shadow, but by flame—his skin charred to a sickening crisp. Red-hot veins of fire traced across his flesh, as if his very blood had ignited beneath the onslaught he had suffered.

His breathing was erratic, the rise and fall of his chest slow, weak, betraying the sheer agony wracking his ruined body. His mask was shattered, revealing the ruined husk of his face, barely distinguishable beneath the burns and cracks of seared flesh.

The flesh that held his mouth together was torn apart, letting his jaw hang loose with his tongue out.

None of them had truly won.

There was no victory in this place—only survival.

And Izuku… was the only one left standing.

Well... Barely.

Dark tendrils of Blackwhip coiled around Izuku's shattered body, hoisting him upright despite his utter lack of strength. He dangled limply, head lolling forward, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His body had nothing left to give. His arms wouldn't respond, his legs refused to move, and pain wracked every inch of his form. His fingers—gone. His body—broken. But still… the voices wouldn't let him fall.

Inside his shattered consciousness, the past One For All users murmured, some frantic, others resolute.

"Izuku, don't you dare pass out." Nana Shimura's voice was sharp, unyielding. "You have to stay awake."

"Tch. Like he has a choice." The Second User's tone was grim. "He's barely holding on, and we're the only reason he's even upright."

Blackwhip tightened, pulling Izuku up like a puppet with cut strings, preventing him from swaying.

It wasn't Izuku who was controlling his Quirks.

"Damn it, kid," Banjo's voice was strained, his usual humor absent. "You've got nothing left, but you're still trying to move? Just what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Izuku's lips parted, barely forming words. His voice was hoarse, weak. "…Not done. Not yet... I can still.... Do more...!"

Silence.

Then, a bitter chuckle from the Third. "Of course you'd say that."

"Idiot," the Second muttered, though there was no real bite in it. "You're beyond done. You've lost all your fingers, your body's shredded, and you're—"

"Doesn't matter." Izuku forced the words out, even as his chest burned from the effort. "…I can still fight."

Nana inhaled sharply. "Izuku, no. You can't. Your body's failing, you can barely breathe—"

"And yet he's still awake," Hikage Shinomori interrupted, his voice eerily calm. "Despite everything. Despite the pain. Despite his body screaming at him to stop. He's still fighting."

The users looked at Hikage with a knowing look. They knew.

Hikage was willing to sacrifice the 9th to kill AFO for good.

But they couldn't say anything because if AFO somehow managed to survive this, the world is doomed.

Another tendril of Blackwhip lashed out, anchoring Izuku's broken body even further upright.

All the users lowered their heads in shame, betraying Izuku's health for their cause.

Banjo let out a slow breath. "…Alright, kid. If you're not giving up, neither are we."

The First User, Yoichi, finally spoke, his voice quiet but firm. "Then we will hold you up. But you must endure, Izuku. Because after this… there's no coming back."

Izuku's breath was ragged, his body weightless in Blackwhip's grasp. He could feel his consciousness flickering, but he bit down, refusing to let go.

Because if he fell now—it would all be for nothing.

He stepped forward, slowly and deliberately as he limped towards the healing figure of AFO.

His feet stepped on molten lava but it failed to burn his flesh.

Slowly, Izuku passed by the barely breathing unconscious figure of his mentor.

"..."

He kept on walking, biting his lip in frustration and anger, his expression becoming even more determined.

In a war, you can't look behind you.

You can't mourn the fallen.

You can't be human.

At last, Izuku's legs that were supported by multiple black whips arrived at their destination.

AFO who was breathing in and out a hot air that evaporated upon exhalation stared at Izuku's figure with a beaten expression.

Koichi could see them. The echoes of the past. The ghosts of his victims.

The past embers stared at AFO in visible fury.

"..."

Koichi locked his gaze with his brother, Yoichi.

He was too tired to rage.

But...

He refused to be weak.

He who was born into this world a weak child of a dead whore below a dilapidated bridge, him and his brother have suffered from the pain that life brings to an orphan.

A person born with a Quirk in a time where Quirks where frowned upon.

A mutant.

A son of a bitch.

Fatherless child without a mother nor a family of his own.

But Koichi stole from others what he wasn't given.

The first thing he stole was his mother's Quirk, out of her corpse.

Unlike other children, Koichi was born with a Quirk, he didn't awaken it at the age of four.

The second thing was his brother's health.

He was born abnormally strong. So healthy that he believed that he was blessed by heavens.

The third was money from strangers.

Then, he took a life. It was something that should make anyone tremble with grief and regret. But, it gave him a beautiful sense of control.

For the first time in his life, Koichi didn't have to endure the scrutiny of others gazes upon him.

He realized that the bad guys lived a good life in all the stories and that only in stories do they lose.

So he abandoned heaven and chose to walk the path of hell.

Later in life, his ideals grew with his age and he decided that he didn't only want to control a city or a country... He wanted the world.

All to fill the empty hole his existence created.

No woman could truly satisfy him. No amount of children made him smile. No amount of money made him truly happy.

Koichi knows that this was his punishment.

He who chose to follow the devil is sentenced to live like the devil.

Not as a human.

So as he fell out of grace, his gaze lingered on the people who were truly happy. So in love with life.

AFO hated that.

He was jealous of it.

And so... He took it.

Over and over and over and over and over again.

Izuku's Quirk, Blackwhip, formed a spear of black tendrils that ended in a sharp edge around his right stump of a hand, he heaved in exhaustion as he flickered in and out of consciousness.

"..."

The two stared at each other's eye, feeling a sense of strange calmness.

It was odd. At this moment, both of them didn't feel hatred towards each other.

Both of them a warrior of his own ideal world.

Both seeking their own promised land.

Happiness.

Simple but priceless.

It was something that nothing can buy. Not even money. Money can buy comfort but not real happiness.

Temporary happiness is not the same as real happiness.

For happiness does not come to those who seek it.

"An...y...last..words?" Izuku rasped out.

"... Yes..." Koichi smiled kindly. "Look... Le.. ft.."

Izuku raised an eyebrow.

He didn't look left, letting the past users do it for him.

He didn't trust him enough to blink in his presence.

'... Kid... You might wanna look at this,' Banjo slowly urged in a distressed tone.

Izuku slowly turned left.

There it was, a portal open near him, his mother tied to a chair with duct tapes over her hands, legs and mouth. Four fingers were wrapped around her neck, tightening just enough to prevent her from making any noise.

"Man, you're hard to kill, Midoriya," Shigaraki mused, tilting his head, lips curling in amusement. "But I guess that's what makes you useful, huh?"

"..."

Izuku's gaze didn't waver. He studied the situation, the placement of Shigaraki's fingers—four of them. Deliberate, taunting.

"What do you want?" Izuku asked, his voice unreadable.

As of now, all the users of OFA stared at Izuku warily.

He was slipping again, into enraged madness.

Or so they thought.

Shigaraki smirked, leaning down to Inko's ear. "See, she's a nice woman. Real sweet. But I'm not exactly a family man, so I figured I'd offer you a deal."

His red eyes gleamed with something dark.

"You give me my master back… and I give you Mommy dearest."

Silence.

"You would... Trade me for a hostage? How utterly disappointing, Shigaraki Tomura," AFO rasped out in disdain.

Their plan was simple. Use the woman to get the Quirk. But he had to be a disappointment as always.

'How sad, oh future self.'

"Stay out of this, sensei. It's my turn to act," Shigaraki kept his gaze locked onto Izuku's form, just in case he teleported or something.

"..."

Izuku kept his mind under control, doing his best not to activate his passive ability and scare Shigaraki into killing his mother.

His eyes slowly drifted to his mother.

Her beautiful green hair was ruined.

Some dirt was on her ear.

She was treated roughly.

Her eyes were wild, wide with terror, yet her expression warned him. She was pleading—not for help, but for him to stay still. To think.

And so, Izuku closed his eyes and activated his "Sharingan". His mind worked fast as his enhanced perception boosted his thoughts to an extreme extent, burning his body's calories at a high speed.

His little bit of remaining hair that was torn off his skin, leaving behind a burnt scalp stood up as dark green crackling erupted out of his head.

"...Are you going to take all day? Do you think that I'm stupid enough to let you stall for time? You have 5 seconds to act or she's dead." The tone that Shigaraki spoke with was full of danger.

He looked as if he wanted a reason to hurt Izuku.

"Pfft- hahahaha!" Izuku laughed, his form relaxing as he swayed left and right casually.

"..."

All the people present, dead or alive stared it his burnt face in confusion and disbelief.

They couldn't understand, why would he suddenly laugh? Did he lose it?

Has he gone mad?

"O-oi..." Shigaraki suddenly started feeling danger, his only leverage over Izuku not as reliable anymore.

Without Inko, Shigaraki Tomura will die right here, right now.

"You win," Izuku raised his hands in surrender, falling to the ground in defeat, hand discreetly touching a little pebble.

His raised his body to sit, a soft smile covering his scorched face.

"In fact, you won so good that I'm going to give it to you, you're better than me," Izuku's eyebrows relaxed as he stared at the sky.

"... O.. Oh... That's right! Now stay still or she's dead meat!" Shigaraki smiled as his body visibly relaxed.

He loved hearing it.

That he was better.

AFO's healed eyebrows narrowed down in suspicion.

" In fact... " Izuku smiled again, eyes half closing in mock joy.

"You deserve some applause, after all, not even All for One could take me out but you came at the right time, genius!"

Izuku began clapping with both of his stumps.

"... O-ooh..." Shigaraki frowned at the sight, moving slowly out of the portal.

"Pure..." Izuku discreetly throw out a pebble, landing it near All Might, far away from them.

"Genius." his face turned dead serious, his smile vanishing like it never was.

Koichi's eyes widened in realization. "DONT—"

CLAP!

!?

Inko's figure that was bound to the chair blurred out and was swapped with a small pebble.

BOOOMM!

Izuku exploded forward, tackling the utterly confused Shigaraki into the portal before it closed off.

The portal closed off, leaving the scene in an eerie silence as AFO stared at the place where the portal was, flabbergasted beyond discription with his arms outstretched.

===

In a rundown building, Shigaraki was tackled through multiple pieces of furniture and slammed to a wall, he opened his eyes, trying to understand the situation... However, his gaze was met with two glowing red orbs through the dust.

"Behold the unthinkable future."

The large eyes turned gigantic as it swallowed him whole inside an illusion of Izuku's creation.