My Hero Academia: Aura Farming

[swarm]

Hmmm started thinking about agressively flirting old lady from Sludge brothers

 

[K5P26]

Bro, you cannot fool me, next chapter or 3 will be AFO jumping Eri and Monkey man in their home, FUUCK. TAKA YOU DUMB FUCK, the system probably already suspects this would happen but letting it happened would be a good lesson for Taka.

 

[Avercrucicus]

It's all been smooth sailing so far but let's see how our guy deals with AFO's ultimate move, aura bankruptcy

 

[The Synonym]

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[Future]

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| An hour later… |

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The door to the agency opened, and Takahashi stepped inside as he closed it behind him, being greeted by Bubble Girl at the entrance, who waved at him with a smile.

"You stayed up late, didn't you? It's almost closing time."

"Sorry." Taka bowed slightly. He had relaxed a bit too much at home and was a tad later than he'd expected. He'd had to push his flight a bit faster just to make sure he'd get here on time.

Hopefully he hadn't triggered any alarms for the sky police.

She smiled calmly. "Just be more mindful of time. We won't lock you out, but there are specific times for closing."

Taka nodded, his expression a bit wry.

After that small exchange, he made his way inside toward his room, ready to drop on his bed and call it a day.

As he walked through the agency's hallways, he let out a yawn, rolling his shoulder with a groan as his body seemed to start realizing the day was ending.

It had been a good day, that was for sure.

A bit odd, considering his meeting with Mineta, but overall good. He'd aura farmed well, got to chillax at home for a bit, and chatted a lot with…

"Ahem," He cleared his throat, deciding he was wasting time recollecting his day.

So he simply turned off his thoughts and kept walking. There wasn't much left, just around the corner.

But just as he turned that corner—

"Takahashi."

The tall figure of Nighteye appeared blocking his path, looking at him while his glasses gleamed with mystery. Shrouded in the dimly lit corridor, he looked a bit more stern than usual.

"… What?" Taka sweatdropped. He hadn't been found out about his trip between cities, had he?

"There's something I must speak to you about. Follow me to my office."

And so, without further context, he walked off.

Taka hesitated for a second, then heaved a sigh and followed.

He might be about to get reprimanded for his outing.

A minute or so later, they were at Nighteye's office.

Nighteye took his seat in silence, interlocked his fingers, and rested his chin on his hands, hiding his mouth. Taka decided not to let the awkwardness sit for too long.

"So… why did you call me here?"

There was a beat of silence between the two that Taka couldn't account for, given his question was quite simple.

He discovered why pretty soon, however.

"Takahashi… You're Rockinesis." Nighteye said, loud and clear. Not a hint of doubt or hesitation in his voice.

"Wha—?" Taka's face scrunched, a bit startled by the directness.

It hadn't even been a question, but a statement. The guy already knew his identity and wasn't going to beat around the bush.

Yeah, he had expected him to figure it out somewhat after he and Nezu talked… but to be this sure—had Nezu not even attempted to mask his identity a little?

Seeing the stern look on Nighteye, Taka feared the worst.

'I guess this is as far as my hero career goes. It was a good run, but it's time to return to my vigilante roots.'

"Don't worry, I won't report you." Nighteye's assurance arrived midway through his derailing thoughts. "Given how far you're into the path of a hero by now, I'll overlook it."

Hearing that, Taka blinked in surprise before heaving a relieved sigh. "Then…"

"However, let me ask you something, Takahashi… What is your motivation for being a hero?"

Taka froze at the question.

"My what?"

"Your motivation. I want to know what drives you toward this life path. From what Nezu told me, he somewhat coerced you into joining this career after figuring out your identity as the vigilante… However, it is also true that, given your Quirk's power, even if he had revealed everything, you probably wouldn't have been very affected by the consequences. You were already as strong as the top heroes of our country by then. So him forcing you to become a hero is barely a good excuse for why you did it, and aside from it, you had already written down that you planned to join U.A. even before meeting him. So—why?"

"…"

Taka fell silent, eyes slowly drifting away as he thought about it.

The reason was pretty clear at first sight.

Farming Aura.

Ever since gaining his system and the memories of his previous life, he'd gotten control of his own life back.

No longer was he an apparent Quirkless kid with an uncertain future.

He had received the power to change it—and to become stronger.

All he had to do was go to U.A. to foster that power.

And he did, which was why he was here now, at this level at that.

Other than that, he supposed Bakugo's read on him wasn't entirely wrong. He liked attention to a worrying degree, and although he hadn't been totally sure about it at the beginning, the adrenaline and dopamine rush he felt when he performed at the music festival during his first few months with the system had shown him what he truly enjoyed.

In the end, those were the two things that had put him here, and they were still his main drive even now.

After that bit of introspection, Taka smiled dryly, eyes dropping slightly.

"If you're expecting an answer like All Might's, I'm sorry to disappoint. My motivations aren't as selfless as his."

"And they are…?" Nighteye pressed.

Taka hesitated. Revealing his worst aspects was something he didn't do these days, other than with Seiji maybe.

And he was talking with Nighteye here—someone with a moral code that aligned pretty closely with All Might's. Just the thought of revealing the murk behind the shiny and powerful image he'd been building so far gnawed at him.

But, strangely, as he found it harder and harder to speak—a conversation from just today ran through his mind as the words stuck in his throat.

"I don't want to pretend to be something I am not, even if it helps my goal come true."

Taka's eyebrow twitched.

Was Mineta really being his motivation here?

...

Taka stifled a laugh, his mouth curling as he ended up covering part of his face with his palm. Somewhat ashamed, somewhat amused.

'I suppose he is.'

"Is something funny?" Nighteye asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah." Taka answered, calming his expression.

"…"

Then, Taka looked at the wall—or rather, his eyes landed there, while what he was actually looking at lay much further away.

"My motivation… It's fame and power. I find joy in being looked up to and cheered on, and I certainly like the feeling of growing stronger. These two were the core of why I decided to become a hero back then, and even up to this day—since my goal is to one day reach my limits, stand at the top of the world, and laugh loudly as everyone cheers and celebrates from below."

"…"

"How is it? Not as noble as you were expecting, was it?" Taka smirked wryly.

"… Hmm, it appears your attitude shifted somewhat." Nighteye noted, adjusting his glasses again. "But no. I was expecting it to an extent. You're a teenager. Even if I asked your motivations for becoming a hero, it's not something someone your age needs to think that deeply about."

"…"

"Plus, your behavior as both a hero and vigilante until now had already told me as much."

Taka's mouth twitched. 'Right, my motivations aren't all that subtle if you connect both identities.'

Nighteye leaned forward, a really serious look on his already serious face.

"I'll be blunt. With your power, you stand a high chance of eventually becoming a symbol similar to All Might in terms of your importance to society."

Normally, Taka would have taken pride in the comment.

"..."

But something in Nighteye's tone turned what would usually have been cause for smugness into a heavy feeling of responsibility suddenly falling on his shoulders.

"Maybe what you become won't be a symbol of peace like he achieved. However, it's undeniable that it will be grand, and your impact on society will be enormous, whether you like it or not."

Slowly, he stood up, walked to the window of his office, pulled the blinds aside, and looked out at the night city with squinted eyes, giving Taka his back.

"Your motivations are yours alone to decide—that's not for me to impose. However, I wanted to make sure you're aware of what you are, Takahashi."

"What I am?"

"A giant."

"…?"

"A figure whose mere steps send tremors through all of society, and who, if not watching his steps carefully, might cause a disaster. All Might was a giant too. However, he managed to become a pillar of society through his ideals, his selfless nature, and his incorruptible mind. The ripples he could have caused—ones that might have ripped through society in destruction or corruption—instead turned toward its betterment."

Slowly, he turned back to Taka.

"Fame and power are fine. They are basic human desires, and without them one cannot reach the top. Even All Might has such desires, and just as they did for you, they fueled his rise. Ambition, anger, desire for recognition—he experienced these in his own measure. However, at the end of the day, he didn't let them sway his conviction about the ripples he wanted to send through society, ones that brought an era of peace and calm that Japan hadn't seen in many years."

His brows furrowed, eyes set directly on Taka's, unwavering.

"You're still a teenager for now, Takahashi, so like I said, these feelings are fine… But when you stand at the top, when you've become a giant whose mere movements send ripples through society—whether good or bad, because believe me, you will—will you truly hold these feelings as the ones that guide you?"

"… I…"

Taka fell silent, staring back at Nighteye with his mouth open but without words.

Seeing his look, Nighteye sighed, his expression easing.

"Give it a thought. You have many years ahead of you, so it's fine if you don't reach an answer right away."

Taka nodded, looking a bit lost, but otherwise still firm.

After a small pause, Nighteye turned slightly to the side, walking across the room and examining his very precious limited-edition All Might posters.

"Having said all that, there's something I want to ask of you, Takahashi."

Taka glanced up at him, a bit caught off guard that the deep hero lesson had suddenly shifted into the hero asking something of Taka.

However, Nighteye didn't say it outright.

"You must be a bit confused about my sudden interest in guiding you toward a proper path, right?"

Taka raised an eyebrow. "Isn't it because of what you learned from Nezu?"

"Yes. But to go deeper—are you aware of what my Quirk is, Takahashi?"

"It lets you see the future?"

"That's a basic interpretation, but yes, I can see the future. However, for that I must touch the person whose future I plan to see and establish direct eye contact. Once I do, I become able to see clearly one hour into their future from a third-person perspective. Almost like watching a movie."

Taka nodded, somewhat aware of this, but still appreciating the detail since his memories had grown diffuse after so long.

"However, this also comes with some other effects. For one, I can see further into a person's future than that mere hour—much, much further. But the further I go, the more vague and fragmented what I see becomes."

His face scrunched, a pained look appearing.

"And second, the future I see is… unchangeable. No matter what I do, or what I've tried, none of the futures I've seen with my Quirk have changed in the slightest."

He turned to Taka.

"—At least, until I met you."

Taka's face shifted slightly at the mention of changing the future.

"How so?"

Nighteye didn't answer right away. "Nezu told me you can see the future as well. You've had long visions of a future that is no more after your direct interference—the day you rescued that girl, for example, was am action prompted by one such vision—and you also seem to have a faint precognitive sense toward where crimes might emerge, as seen by your activity as Rockinesis. So perhaps you've seen something similar to this."

His eyes drifted away, toward something well beyond the wall.

"Years ago, I saw All Might's future. A disastrous future that ended with his death in a horrible way. The image I saw that day is still imprinted deep in my mind. All Might's hollow, wasted appearance, his dying state, and the heroism that persisted in his eyes until the end slowly fading away."

For once, the sternness lifted faintly, his eyes gleaming as he looked back at Taka.

"And yet… you cured him. The image I saw of All Might in that state is no more. Just like that, without even my interference, the future had changed—thanks to you."

Through all of the explanation, Taka remained silent.

'That's a given. My interference has already vastly derailed fate, it'd be weirder if it hadn't.'

The vision Nighteye had seen was from many years ago—right after All Might's catastrophic fight with All For One—and thus, well before Taka had obtained the system and his otherworldly memories.

Well before he had wrecked the way things were supposed to progress.

"Do you understand what that makes you, Takahashi?"

"… Pretty great?"

"That makes you the only answer to solving the unchangeable future I saw… and always see. The only thing that can bend what had seemed unbendable until now—of course, perhaps I'm getting ahead of myself here. Perhaps your appearance is just the byproduct of something else, invisible, that happened during these past years—"

'He actually got it right.' Taka thought, sensing the presence of his system in the background.

"—However, Takahashi, I'm willing to bet everything on you. Which is why…"

He extended his hand in a handshake—a gesture ordinary enough, but given that it was Nighteye making it, the other meaning was clear.

Though he said it himself the next instant, in case it wasn't.

"Please, let me watch your future."

Taka fell silent at the question, eyes dropping to the offered hand while his body showed no signs of reciprocating it.

'Do I really want to let him see my future?' He asked himself.

It was a genuinely complex question.

On one hand, he trusted Nighteye. The man had a true moral code, and Taka really doubted he had anything bad planned with whatever he saw—that is if he could even see anything, considering his current status as an anomaly actively changing the timeline might make Nighteye's Quirk act weirdly.

On the other hand… he didn't quite trust himself.

Like Nighteye had said, his motivations weren't ones he should let guide him once he stood at the top.

But what if he didn't care about that as time passed? What if he stayed as he was, and one day slipped?

He could tell himself perfectly well that he wouldn't. That despite his more human side, his ethics were stronger.

But such words were meaningless against the weight of time.

He wasn't a perfect hero like All Might, nor selflessly self-sacrificing like Midoriya.

Would his future… really be a bright one, leaving power aside?

What if what Nighteye saw, looking at what awaited him at the top, was something bad.

A careless giant, as Nighteye had put it.

"…"

The silence stretched as Taka didn't answer for several seconds.

But just as Nighteye was about to drop his hand, a wry look crossing his face as he took in the apparent rejection—Taka's hand moved, slowly lifting to meet his.

"...?" Confused by the change, Nighteye gaze lifted to Taka's face—only to see him smiling calmly.

And so, just like that, the handshake that had seemed about to be rejected, was done.

As it held, Taka met Nighteye's gaze without any worry, as if everything from before had been unnecessary, much to the hero's confusion.

And it really was, since…

'Maybe I don't trust myself—but I trust the people around me. Seiji and Eri will give me an earful if I do something bad. My classmates will too.'

Maybe before, when he'd first gained his system, there had been a chance he would have taken a wrong path even as he achieved ultimate strength.

But now, with all these people around him… he could say he trusted them to keep him in check.

So there was nothing to worry about here.

'And besides…'

Nighteye's vision about All Might had been from years ago—well before his path for the future had derailed enormously thanks to the system.

So it was safe to assume that whatever the system was, Nighteye's vision hadn't accounted for it, or at least not for its appearance.

Which made him wonder…

'What will his quirk see now? Will it keep seeing the future that should have been, had I not changed things? Or will it see—me?'

He was genuinely curious about what would result from this.

Thus, with the approval given, Nighteye gave Taka a short nod.

"Then, if you're willing, I won't dilly dally. Here I go, Takahashi."

Taka nodded back.

The next instant, the hero's eyes went dark as his irises turned a mystic purple, taking on an almost mechanical shape—like a highly detailed gear—that soon began spinning clockwise.

Taka could only stand there awkwardly, his hand held in place, watching Nighteye freeze as he seemed to observe whatever his Quirk was showing him, while all Taka could do was stand there, stifling a yawn as bedtime approached.

'Did he mention how long this was supposed to take…?'

On second thought, he hadn't.

'It won't take a whole hour, will it?' Taka wondered, swallowing nervously at the prospect of standing there holding his hand for over an hour.

Luckily, a minute or so later, the effect on Nighteye's eyes disappeared.

Unluckily, Taka saw what he had hoped not to.

A distraught look on Nighteye's face.

His heart skipped a beat—the bad kind.

"What… did you see?"

As he worried over it, Nighteye gently shook Taka's hand off, not appearing angry, but still taking several steps back until he met his desk and sat on the edge of it, dragging a hand over his forehead as he seemed to process what he'd seen.

Taka could only remain silent, feeling like he'd done something wrong, and that anything he said now would only make it worse.

Contrary to what he expected, however…

"I didn't see as far as I expected."

"Huh?" Taka's worried expression shifted into confusion, his frown deepening.

Nighteye took a deep breath, eyes landing directly on Taka's.

"Takahashi, what I saw… was your death."

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[Sliverhero]

A bit late Would be funny if this Mineta takes on the advice and ends up by the end Dating Momo.



Next chapter going to be intresting to see what will be the shape of the Death that NightEye saw

 

[Sceonn]

"Takahashi, what I saw… was your death."

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One of his clones? Because I don't see Taka choosing self sacrifice no matter the situation.

 

[sergey54321060]

Probably some new technique that allows him to fake death to farm aura. Or maybe a way to sacrifice some aura to rewrite reality after death, Izanagi style

 

[Thanthat]

Probably some new technique that allows him to fake death to farm aura. Or maybe a way to sacrifice some aura to rewrite reality after death, Izanagi style

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Getting killed then resurrecting yourself is def auratic.

 

[zharshoul]

I wouldn't trust night eye, he sees stuff for sure, but they are tainted by his biased interpretation of it. Hes also pretty nihilistic with his belief that whatever he would see was set in stone.

Its probably was a good idea to let him do his thing just to get him off your back though(assuming you think he won't see anything particularly incriminating), I'd ignore whatever comes out of his mouth though.

 

[Dimensionist]

Probably saw All For One's plan to take him out. Good to know about it beforehand though.

 

[K5P26]

We all know Taka right now is practically being caught with his pants down, he underestimates potato head's reach and lack of limits, and Taka at his core is heroic. He's gonna do a sacrifice play and somehow come out of it with either dead or with more aura, the system is being silent rn and not telling Taka this, because Taka needs this, he'll either succeed or fail no in between.

 

[Coffee&Tea]

Ahh, the cliffhangers strike again!
Also thanks for the chap.
It's amusing how shy Taka is about his relationship with Jiro.

 

[Avercrucicus]

The reason was pretty clear at first sight.

Farming Aura.

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Farm Aura to live, don't live to farm aura -Benjamin Franklin probably just trust me

 

[The Synonym]

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"My death?"

Taka's question echoed in the cold silence that had settled in the room.

Nighteye's pupils seemed to tremble slightly as he remembered it, his hand gripping his face tighter.

"The future I saw… it was still too detailed to be too far away in time. There's no certain number, but given the level of detail compared to other attempts I've made reaching into much further visions… I wouldn't give it more than a month."

Taka's eyes widened, startled by the proximity.

"…"

Yet, as he gave it more thought, it made a bit more sense.

The further into the future, the stronger he'd become.

If there was any moment he'd be vulnerable and killed, it would be now. When he still hadn't become the true strongest.

Yet, even as he glanced at himself right now, he couldn't see how.

Regardless of whether he still wasn't the strongest, the number of people even remotely capable of fighting him off were in the single digits.

And the only one strong enough who would also have some kind of motivation to kill him was…

"…!" A glint of realization crossed Taka's eyes.

After a brief pause in which his eyes traveled as his thoughts ran, he looked back at Nighteye, who still seemed to be recovering from the shock himself.

"What did you see exactly?"

After processing the question for a moment, Nighteye didn't answer outright. He seemed to revisit the vision first, his face growing grim.

And in a way, it was no wonder.

Taka—the answer to bending fate and changing the unchangeable—had been sentenced to die by the very fate he feared was unchangeable.

He had bet Taka was the key… but what if he wasn't? What if it was something else, something in the background he hadn't yet seen, that had brought the boy to this point? Would that help prevent this as well? Or would Taka too fall prey to fate?

Or even if Taka was the key as he hoped—would he be able to bend fate twice? Even more so when this time it was his own life on the line?

The hope that had begun brewing in his heart started to wilt, his stern and troubled look returning. As it did, he began explaining.

"You appeared to be in a battle, a fierce one judging by the destruction around you… Yet you were smiling, not looking the least worried. So I don't think it was particularly a struggle for you."

"With whom?"

"I didn't get to see. I only saw you standing over a destroyed landscape, glaring at a ruined building with a victorious look."

"… Then how…?"

"Something pierced your heart from behind. It was too sudden—nothing had been there, but suddenly, as the vision shifted like a change of scene, something pierced you completely… what came out of your chest was a grotesque-looking arm filled with sharp, spear-like bones that served as the piercer. Then you fell, blood seeping out of you—until the vision cut off."

"…"

Nighteye massaged his temple, looking like a migraine was coming. "So in the end, I wasn't able to see what was behind you or what killed you."

"Hah."

Taka's sudden laugh startled Nighteye, who focused back on him—only to see Taka smirking, though the smile didn't reach his eyes.

-Snap!-

The sound of the window latch giving way came out of nowhere, and the night breeze rushing in snatched Nighteye's attention, making him turn in disbelief before glaring back at Taka in confusion.

But before he could ask anything, Taka walked past him.

"Sorry, but I've got to go somewhere."

And, without letting him say anything—

—Boom!—

-Flutter-

—He shot out the window, the violence of his ascent making papers scatter off the desk and the entire room shake briefly.

Nighteye could only stare as, in less than a second, Taka's figure disappeared into the night sky, impossibly fast.

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| Minutes later, Kamino's Bar… |

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Silence enveloped the bar—until recently a villain gathering place, now filled with nothing but the barely audible hum of machines still running somewhere.

Dust had gathered everywhere, a clear sign of how long it had been abandoned.

Then—

—BANG!—

—CRASH!—

Suddenly, the door to the hideout was sent flying off its hinges, crashing against a wall and shattering into several pieces. Behind it, Taka stood with his foot raised where the door had been, having kicked it clean off.

Then he stepped inside, eyes scanning sharply.

"..."

Yet no matter where he looked, he saw no one and nothing. Only an empty, abandoned place.

Still silent, he made his way through the few other rooms.

However, no matter what door he opened, all he came across was solitude.

And with it, anger began seeping in, his teeth gritting.

—BOOM!—

In an instant, his figure shot forward at blinding speed, still upright as if standing on solid ground, and crashed straight through the far wall, bursting out into the street.

"What?"

"W-what happened? A villain?"

"I think that building just collapsed!"

Several bystanders glanced at the destruction in confusion.

—But before they could catch sight of him, his figure blurred and shot across the air.

The city below stretched as his body moved at impossible speeds, warping the space around him.

He crossed half the city in seconds. And even as he did, he moved silently—as though air resistance and sound simply didn't apply to him.

Before long he stood in the air before another building. An abandoned residential block.

All For One's base from the show. The one where Nomus had been harvested, and from where the villain had emerged to wreak chaos during the arc involving Bakugo.

Just like the villain bar, it had been under his surveillance.

So, just like the bar, would it be…?

"…" His frown deepened at the thought.

Without a care for infrastructure, his figure shot straight through the wall, entering the building unimpeded and unaffected.

Yet, just as the previous one…

"Nothing." He spat.

Only dust and an empty place, not a soul in sight.

Holding onto some kind of hope, he extended his sensory aura through the building, searching for any hidden crevice, a secret entrance, any trace of movement from someone invisible.

There was nothing.

This empty, abandoned, desolate place. This was all there was.

The villains who were supposed to still be here… were no longer so.

And the reason was pretty clear.

"So they figured it out too," Taka said with a scoff, the grin on his face doing nothing to hide the anger bleeding into his voice.

Since when, was the question.

How long had the bastard known?

"My clones saw nothing abnormal in how they were behaving, even until yesterday."

Slowly, he walked over to a stair railing and dragged a finger along the surface.

As expected—it came away with dust.

"Yet they've been gone for far longer than that."

What did that mean?

It meant they had been fooling him. Showing him what he wanted to see, making him think he was in control.

As aura began seeping off him involuntarily like a red mist, his figure suddenly blurred.

—CRASH!—

A second later, the ceiling of the building exploded upward, and a vertiginous shadow shot into the sky, ascending unimpeded at impossible speed until it stopped at cloud level, swallowed by the dark.

Watching the lit city far below, Taka's eyes remained on the building he'd just left, his fist trembling.

After a few more seconds, he drew in a deep breath, the anger subsiding slightly.

As he calmed, his gaze dropped to his chest, picturing the arm of that man piercing through it.

'He will kill me, huh?'

The thought reignited his anger all over again.

Now that the bastard was aware of the threat he posed, he planned to dispose of him, just like that?

Like it was so easy?

"Nah."

He had lost that chance a long while ago.

And now that the bastard wanted to cash that chance, he wouldn't let him.

He hadn't come all this way just for All For One to kill him for flying too high.

Just because Nighteye's vision had predicted his death didn't mean anything.

For all he knew, Nighteye's Quirk couldn't predict the system given that he hadn't seen the future it had brought, so maybe it hadn't accounted for it this time either.

Maybe the Taka he saw was one in an hypothetical case where the system vanished, and he was forced to fend off All For One as he was.

And even if the Quirk could somehow now predict the system, just like everything else, he also knew firsthand that, in the show, Midoriya had shifted the outcome of a future Nighteye saw, through sheer strength of will.

He didn't know whether he was as strong as Midoriya had been at that moment, given that Midoriya at that instant had access to the full power of One For All thanks to Eri.

But he refused to accept that, even knowing his future demise, he couldn't do anything about it—even with all the power he'd amassed.

Just because the man's Quirk had said so.

Despite how strong he had become.

Despite the change in fate he'd brought, no longer just background noise in a story he wasn't even sure he appeared in, even as just a bland figure.

Despite how he had grown.

They were telling him nothing of that would be worth anything because the future had said so, and because All For One had decided he wouldn't put up with him anymore.

Like saying the control of his own life still wasn't in his grasp, being nothing but a disposable piece that any of the two entities could discard at any given moment.

"A fixed future my ass." Taka spat, his eyes gleaming with anger-fueled conviction as a deep aura began emanating from him. "Nighteye wants the key to bend the unbendable? I'll bend the unbendable."

His figure shot ahead from one moment to another, like a shooting star crossing the night sky back in direction to the agency.

"Fate will be my bitch, as will be All For One."

With those words coming out of his mouth with spite, he took out his phone still mid-flight, and pressed a contact.

After a few seconds of ringing, someone answered.

{"Well well well, if it isn't my lifelong rival, Rockinesis. To what do I owe this pleasure?"}

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| The next day, noon… |

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"Goddamnit, let me go!"

A man in a balaclava floated overhead, kicking and squirming futilely, unable to descend no matter what he did, a faint crimson aura surrounding his body.

"Well, that's one efficient way to apprehend someone." Mirio noted from below, nodding appreciatively as he watched their target rendered completely helpless without even a fight.

He turned toward Taka, who leaned against a wall, looking anything but interested in the man he had suspended mid-air.

"Something the matter, Auros? You don't seem to be in the best mood."

"I'm having some pest control problems."

"Pest control?"

Before he could ask what that meant, a police siren snatched his attention, and patrol cars began pulling up shortly after.

With them here, Mirio got right into his duties and gave his report.

Since the arrest had been smooth and quick, there wasn't much to cover. The officers could only stare between the still-floating suspect and Taka with stunned expressions.

Before long, both were cleared to go, and with little time left in their patrol, they made their way back to the agency.

As they arrived, Bubble Girl was there to greet them.

"Another fruitful patrol, right?"

"Yeah, the police are getting quite the workload lately. I guess that's a good thing though!" Mirio laughed.

She smiled cheerfully. Their agency had been doing remarkably well this past week, and all thanks to their newest intern. They were bound to rise a few rankings after this.

As she thought of Taka, something else came to mind.

"That's right—Sir Nighteye told me to let you know to come by his office once you were done, Takahashi-kun!"

Taka nodded, not looking particularly surprised.

Mirio could only tilt his head at the summons. He didn't remember his own internship being this eventful.

Before long, Taka bid them farewell and made his way directly to Nighteye's office, walking with calm in his step.

As he arrived, Nighteye seemed to have been waiting—he set down the papers in his hand the moment Taka entered.

"Takahashi, you've come. Good."

He stood up and walked over to him.

"I've contacted Nezu. I hope you don't mind, but yesterday was of enough importance to involve him. We've agreed that upon finishing your internship here in two days, you'll return to U.A. immediately and enter directly under the school's protection. It's the least we can do to prevent… what we've foreseen."

Taka didn't seem thrilled by it. But he didn't oppose it. He doubted he had much say in the matter.

Nighteye's description of the vision was almost certainly enough to alert Nezu and the rest about who would truly be behind his death.

He doubted they would just let him handle that on his own.

"However, if you prefer to bring this internship to an end right now, given the circumstances, Nezu clarified that that's fine too. You'll be evaluated with that into consideratio—"

"It's fine." Taka cut him off. "I'll finish the internship. Regardless of what may or not come."

Nighteye seemed surprised for a moment, but after a brief pause, he gave Taka a nod.

"I'll tell Nezu, then."

Taka nodded back.

And with seemingly no more content to the brief meeting, and no more words between the two of them, Taka gave Nighteye a nod and began walking away.

Nighteye could only stare at his departing back in silence, lost in his own thoughts.

Minutes later, Taka arrived back at his room, sat on the bed, took off the most cumbersome parts of his costume, and dropped fully onto it.

As he lay there, he stared at the ceiling.

'The school is gonna try and help me.'

They would probably have All Might watch him around the clock to prevent anything from happening.

He didn't know how effective that would be, though. He doubted whatever had led to his death in that vision hadn't accounted for All Might.

Although, in all his strength, the man might be enough to bend destiny. Especially now that he was healed.

But he wasn't going to gamble on that and leave it all to him. He wasn't just going to sit and wait for whatever was supposed to lead to that outcome.

All For One might have figured out that he knew about their bases—but he didn't know everything.

He was still the one with the advantage in information.

And he'd make sure to put that to use.

"Fate or not on your side, baldy—it won't be enough."

This time he wouldn't make the mistake he made with Shigaraki.

He'd wipe them out for good—their boss included and all.

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[casinodoug]

Don't know why his first thought wasn't that it could be a clone getting hit

 

[Gettys]

Dude, you are a machine, I love both your stories.

 

[The Synonym]

Dude, you are a machine, I love both your stories.

Click to shrink...

Thanks man, good to know both are liked

 

[Raxtuss1]

... i see no issue.

Either a clone (doubtfull)
Or mc will be healed shortly afterward (he has major organ healing, and even eith less aura can propably lessen injuries to survibe)
Or some other way to explain thay

 

[K5P26]

he's gonna get sneaked while enjoying a fight. Honestly best way to do it, is be paranoid and start hitting AFO where it hurts, which is pretty hard since all of it are underground safehouses.

 

[Coffee&Tea]

Whatever it is or whatever happens,
Even if he dies,
Taka will aura farm.