MHA: Mewtwo

"Hello, Mr. Raiden. I am Principal Nezu," the creature said with a warm yet commanding voice. "I'm here to congratulate you on your performance during the U.A. entrance exam and, of course, to formally welcome you to the Hero Course!" exclaimed the mouse extending his arms.

Raiden couldn't believe what he was seeing. "The director is a mouse?" he muttered, still staring at the screen in disbelief. Sure, he knew the world was full of people with strange appearances—some didn't even resemble humans—but most at least had a human-sized body or larger. This, however, was something else entirely. The creature on the screen looked like an actual bipedal mouse in a suit.

"Well, whatever," Raiden mumbled, shaking his head, trying to refocus. His parents chuckled softly behind him, amused at his reaction. But that wasn't the important part. No, the real focus was on what the mouse—no, the principal—was saying. Raiden had been accepted into U.A., and not just into any course but the Hero Course.

Eager to catch every detail, Raiden hit replay and watched the video again from the start.

"In the following test, you performed excellently," Nezu began, his voice carrying an air of authority and pride. "With a total of 49 villain points for destroying the test villains and an additional 23 rescue points earned for your quick thinking in saving the hostages from a dire situation, you have achieved a total of 72 points overall, making you the number three scorer in total rankings."

Raiden's jaw practically hit the floor. Number three? He hadn't expected to place so high—especially given how limited his time had been to physically prepare.

The video continued as Principal Nezu performed an overly dramatic jump in his chair, adding a flair of showmanship to his words. "Ah, also," the mouse said casually, waving a tiny hand, "in the written test, you scored 80 out of 100 points. Very good!"

Raiden raised an eyebrow at the dismissive tone Nezu used, almost as if the written test didn't hold nearly as much weight as the practical portion. Still, the fact that he got accepted was enough to make him grin.

Raiden immediately jumped out of his seat and threw his arms around his parents. That night, they celebrated. It was a feast like no other—Raiden had done what so few ever could. He'd been accepted into U.A., the most prestigious academy for aspiring heroes.

The thought of what his old classmates might say crossed his mind for a moment. They'd never believe it. But honestly, Raiden didn't care about their opinions. All that mattered was the pride and happiness he felt in that moment.

After the feast, Raiden's dad stepped out into the garden and called for him to follow. The expression on his father's face told Raiden that this wasn't just a casual chat—it was something serious.

When Raiden reached the garden, he found his dad sitting cross-legged on the grass, absently twirling a leaf between his fingers. The boy sat down across from him, his gaze meeting his father's.

"Son, I need to ask you something," his dad began, his voice steady but thoughtful. "You don't have to answer right away, but it's something you should start thinking about. What will drive you to pursue this career?"

Raiden frowned slightly, caught off guard. "What do you mean? I've always wanted to be a hero. Isn't that enough?"

His dad tilted his head, considering his words carefully. "Let me try to explain better," he said. "I know you've dreamed of being a hero ever since you were little. But right now, that dream alone isn't enough. Being a hero is dangerous—it's not just about saving people; it's about putting your life on the line. You've already experienced that. You know firsthand how villains operate, how brutal they can be"

Raiden nodded quietly, his thoughts drifting back to the incident.

"That's why I'm asking you this," his dad continued. "A childhood dream isn't a strong enough foundation. You need something deeper, something that will ground you when things get tough. A reason that will push you forward when the fear, doubt, and danger creep in. Something more than just the idea of being a hero. What will that be for you?"

Raiden looked down at his hands, the weight of the question settling over him like a heavy blanket. He didn't have an answer—not yet. But he knew his dad was right. It was something he needed to figure out. Something he needed to find within himself, he knew he needed something to drive him forward.

"Don't push yourself," his dad said, his tone softer now. "Like I told you, you don't need an answer yet. But when you face difficulties—and you will—you'll need one. This will be your foundation, the thing that keeps you steady. You've got three years to figure it out. I only brought it up because it's important, something that can't just be tossed around over dinner."

With that, his dad gave Raiden's shoulder a reassuring pat and walked back to the house, leaving him alone under the night sky.

Raiden stayed in the garden, staring at the stars and replaying his father's words in his head. Why do I want to be a hero? The answer used to feel so simple—because being a hero was cool, the coolest job imaginable. But now, he wasn't so sure.

He'd always tried to help others; that much was clear. Even before all of this, his instincts had been to step in, to make a difference. Helping that kid back then had landed me in the hospital, but it was still the right thing to do, he thought. At least he was certain about one thing: he had the spark of a hero. Maybe even the spirit of one. But…was that enough?

As Raiden dug deeper into his thoughts, he began crossing out possibilities. Changing society for the better? He scoffed silently. It sounded noble, sure, but that was all, it was too vague, too hollow to cling to. Helping people? Yes, but he didn't need to risk his life to do that.

The day he rescued that girl, Raiden had acted out of a self-imposed sense of guilt. If something had happened to her and he'd stood by without doing anything, the weight of that regret would have been unbearable. He knew he'd never forgive himself for it.

But as he sat in the quiet garden, reflecting on that moment, he realized something important: guilt wasn't a sustainable motivator. It was reactive, shallow, a fleeting emotion that couldn't provide the deeper meaning he needed to carry him through the challenges ahead.

Then another, more uncomfortable thought surfaced. I like to fight.

Therapy had brought that revelation into the open. His sessions after the incident had unearthed things about him he hadn't fully acknowledged.

First, there were the scars—emotional ones. Seeing anything or anyone that resembled the red villain stirred up a deep, uncontrollable anger in him. That explained his frustration during the entrance exam when the red robots kept appearing.

But there was more. Therapy had also revealed something else: a raw, undeniable drive. Raiden loved the thrill of a fight, the rush of testing his limits. Winning felt amazing, but even losing didn't ruin the process entirely. The act of fighting itself was exhilarating, and he couldn't deny it.

He wondered now if this was somehow tied to his Quirk. After all, his ability thrived in battle, literally designed to grow stronger as he fought. Is that what I'm meant for? I mean I'm not a battle maniac but... Raiden questioned.

Sitting there in the cool night air, Raiden realized he didn't have an answer yet, but at least he knew where to start. The journey to figure it out would be just as important as anything else he faced at U.A.

And then, just before Raiden could ponder deeply about it, his phone rang. When he checked the name on the screen, it was Emi.

"HELLOOOO, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU GOT INTO THE UAAAA?!"

Hearing his friend's excited yell, Raiden couldn't help but laugh. "Hahaha, as cheerful as ever. I was going to call you in a while. I was just talking with my dad. How do you know?" he asked, still grinning.

"Oh? Your mom told me! Now, now, we have to celebrate. Come to my house! I called everyone—we're eating pizza!" And with that, Emi hung up the call.

Raiden blinked twice at his phone screen, stunned, before bursting into laughter again. Same old Emi. Cheerful, rash, and never one to give him a choice. Shaking his head with a smile, he walked back inside the house to change his clothes, preparing to head to Emi's.

As Raiden strolled toward Emi's home, his steps slowed as he passed by the store that started it all. His gaze lingered on the familiar street corner. "Now that I think about it, everything led back to that event... even after the beating I received," he muttered, looking around and reliving the battle in his mind.

Raiden recalled the way the villain moved, his every gesture and body language etched into his memory. It was painfully clear now—he was toying with me. The red man hadn't even been fighting seriously. The only reason Raiden managed to injure him was because of sheer, dumb luck.

"If I were to fight him now, I wonder…" Raiden whispered to himself. He thought back to his training, his progress, the growth he'd achieved. But the conclusion was unavoidable.

"I still wouldn't stand a chance."

The realization sat heavy on him, like a weight pressing down on his shoulders. It wasn't like losing a spar or failing a challenge. This was different—he had been powerless that day. Completely and utterly powerless.

Raiden clenched his fists. The fight had left its mark on him, far beyond the physical scars. It was a reminder of his weakness, but it was also something else—a driving force.

"I've got a long way to go," he admitted, his voice steady and resolute. "But I won't stop. I won't feel powerless again."

And there, in the quiet of the street, Raiden found another reason to keep striving. Yes, he loved the thrill of the fight, the rush of pushing his limits. But now, there was something more yet to discover—a deeper purpose that eluded him, waiting to be defined.

But tonight wasn't the time for heavy thoughts. He had a celebration to attend, a moment to enjoy with his friends. Today was a happy day. With a renewed sense of vigor, Raiden took his first steps toward the store since the incident.

When he arrived, the sight surprised him. Everything was different. The store had been rebuilt—its layout changed, walls freshly painted, even the cashier replaced. It made sense, though. Who would want to keep working here after what had happened?

As Raiden picked out some sweets and sodas for the gathering, an uneasy chill ran down his spine. The vivid memory of that day lingered in the air like a ghost. He tried to shake it off, quickly paying for his items and leaving the store.

When he reached Emi's house, the mood shifted completely. The rest of the night was filled with fun, laughter, and the comforting familiarity of video games and old jokes. Raiden hadn't realized how much he needed this—a carefree evening surrounded by his friends.

It had been too long. First, there had been his recovery, a slow and frustrating process. Then, his focus on preparing for the UA entrance exam had taken a toll on him, it was pretty stressful.

But now, for the first time in what felt like forever, he allowed himself to relax and fully enjoy their company, free from the weight of worry.

As the night wound down, Raiden couldn't help but feel a sense of normalcy returning to his life. And in many ways, it was even better than before. He had a clearer vision of his future, a Quirk he was beginning to understand, a supportive family, and friends who always had his back. Things were finally looking up.

Or so he thought.

In the middle of the night, just as everyone had fallen asleep, the piercing sound of sirens jolted the kids awake. Raiden scrambled to the window, his heart racing, and what he saw made his blood run cold.

Fires burned in the distance, their flames painting the night sky in shades of orange and red. But it wasn't just one fire—there were multiple, scattered across the city like sinister beacons.

Raiden's fists clenched, his body tense with anger. He didn't need the news to confirm it. He knew.

This was the same villain group that had attacked him two years ago.

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Hello guys, this something like an especial chapter, Tomorrow won't be able to upload aything because won't be in town, so I will do it today.

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