MHA: Radahn

Radahn soared through the skies under the cover of his invisibility spell, the wind rushing past him like a gentle hum. Below him, the sprawling U.A. campus roared with energy as the entrance exam unfolded in full force. The metallic beasts rumbled across the field, testing the resolve of aspiring heroes.

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The sun blazed high above the city, casting long shadows over U.A. High's massive training grounds.

The UA entrance exam was in full swing, and anticipation buzzed through the air like static electricity. In the observation room, the heroes gathered, their eyes glued to the monitors displaying the hopeful applicants in action.h

Present Mic leaned forward, voice thick with excitement. "Yo, Aizawa! Did you see that punch?"

Aizawa, arms crossed and expression stoic, gave a small nod. "Yeah. That kid's stronger than he looks."

"Midoriya Izuku," another hero muttered, scrolling through the data tablet. "Quirkless, until recently. His determination is off the charts."

"His quirk seems to be like strength boost"-Another added.

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Meanwhile, outside on the field, Midoriya lay down amidst the wreckage of a shattered robot, panting heavily. His arm and legs broken.

"J-ust one point"- he muttered before faiting.

Around him, fellow students stared in awe.

"That was incredible!" one student whispered.

"Yeah, did you see the size of that thing? And he took it down with one punch!"

"Its too unfortunate that he didn't got any point"

"So, is he going to fail?" "Yeah, I think so"

While everyone thought he was going to fail, there was one who didn't entertained the same thought as others .

Suddenly, Recovery Girl appeared in the centre healing the injured and giving candies to tired ones and now beside Midoriya, her cheerful demeanour comforting.

'This boy. It seems like his quirk is not compatible with his body'

"Well done, young man! But you shouldn't push yourself so hard. Be careful next time" She leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead "Mooooch",

healing the damage done by the powerful blow.

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In the observation room, excitement bubbled over.

"Did you see that, Eraserhead?" Midnight leaned forward, her eyes sparkling.

"That kid's raw power is insane!"

Aizawa gave a slow nod.

"Impressive, but reckless. He'll need to learn control." He added.

"This batch" Vlad King said thoughtfully, "Might be one of the strongest we've ever seen."

"Yeah. We also have Endeavour's son this time"

Back on the field,

Something strange was unfolding. Radahn, invisible to the world, hovered silently above the battlefield. His golden eyes watched Midoriya with growing amusement.

Midoriya, once quirkless, now wielded newfound strength. Yet something seemed off. As Midoriya unleashed a devastating punch on a colossal robot, Radahn noticed a peculiar disconnect between the boy and his quirk and the damage of the aftermath on the boy's body. It didn't feel natural—it was as if the power didn't belong to him, like a foreign force had been grafted onto his fragile body. Still, the boy's determination was impressive.

'So, the quirkless boy now wields power... but it doesn't seem to coordinate with him' - Radahn mused.

'It feels foreign, like it doesn't yet belong in his body.'

Suddenly, a rogue robot leaped toward Radahn's position, its targeting sensors oddly catching a glimpse of his hovering form despite the invisibility. 

Without hesitation, Radahn extended his hand, a purple wave of energy crushing the machine in an instant. No one seemed to notice at that moment.

As the UA exam drew to a close, the air buzzed with excitement and relief. The heroes gathered in the observation room, their voices overlapping in animated discussion. "This batch is incredible," one remarked, still in awe of Midoriya's final display of strength. Another nodded, mentioning Bakugo's raw talent and ferocity.

Meanwhile, outside, the aspiring heroes couldn't contain their chatter, voices echoing through the training grounds. Some spoke of their own victories, others marveled at Midoriya's unexpected power, their excitement mingling with exhaustion and hope for what lay ahead.

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Two days later, in the quiet of his office, Nezu sat behind his polished desk, eyes fixed on the footage replaying on his screen.

The scene showed Midoriya's powerful punch connecting with the massive robot, the sheer force of it sending shockwaves through the air.

"Impressive," Nezu murmured, leaning forward with keen interest. But as he watched the footage for what felt like the tenth time, something tugged at his sharp instincts—a flicker of something unusual just moments before the impact.

He rewound the clip, frame by frame, until it hit him: one of the robots had suddenly leapt at thin air, only to be violently shot down mid-air by seemingly nothing. His sharp eyes narrowed. "That's… strange," Nezu muttered, unease creeping into his mind.

Driven by curiosity, he accessed the robot's internal camera feed—still, nothing visible. A chilling realization settled over him as he activated the heat sensor. Suddenly, the outline of a figure appeared—hovering in the sky. Nezu's gaze sharpened. "What in the world…?"

His eyes narrowed in curiosity. 'Who are you?'

'Did I put any hero on stand-by protection duty?'

'No. I don't think so'

After carefully accessing the footage, Nezu confirmed that it's an invisibility quirk user and after Using an anti-reflective sensor filter, Nezu caught a clearer glimpse of the figure.

He couldn't shake the feeling that something larger was at play. Determined to uncover the truth, he dove deeper into the investigation. Running the faint image through every database yielded nothing—no match, no records, no traces of existence. Frustration built as each lead hit a dead end. But then, Nezu shifted his strategy, digging through obscure surveillance files and underground hero reports.

He immediately ran a background check and stumbled upon the name: Hoshigami Enrai. Yet, digging deeper, Nezu found something strange—this individual didn't exist prior to recent events. There were no records of him before the last few days.

That's when something caught his eye—a grainy security feed from a recent bank robbery. A lone figure swiftly neutralized the robbers with terrifying precision and ease. The video didn't capture the man's full face, but the aura was unmistakable.

His eyes wandered to his ID's quirk section.

Quirk: Possibly Energy Manipulation.

' Energy Manipulation?! That's absurd! No amount of energy manipulation can do what he did!'

This wasn't a coincidence.

The so-called energy manipulation quirk of Hoshigami Enrai didn't explain the complete invisibility or the ability to fly without triggering sensors

The patterns were far too advanced, too deliberate.

His eyes instinctively wandered to the paused footage of The Hero Destroyer-Radahn ,who was just Standing menacingly.

And then it hit him.

Wait , what the date of Radahn's disappearance- 17th of september.

And what was Hoshigami Enrai's first appearance- 18th of september.

Nezu's broke in cold sweat , his breath hitching.

'It's all too strange to be just a coincidence'

The disappearance of Radahn and the sudden appearance of Hoshigami Enrai weren't just close in timing; they were the same event. 

The crimson hair, the golden eyes, the overwhelming aura of power and the similar display of power-they were the same man!

Nezu's mind worked like a machine, connecting every loose thread. If this was truly Radahn, how had he returned unnoticed? And why the disguise? The revelation struck him like lightning:

'This wasn't just an alias; it was a calculated move.'

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In the heart of Tokyo's bustling streets, where the sea of people flowed like an unstoppable current, the city pulsed with life. Neon lights flickered above as the hum of conversation and the rumble of traffic created a symphony of urban chaos.

Amidst this, a figure moved with quiet purpose—Hoshigami Enrai. His commanding presence was subtle yet undeniable, drawing subtle glances from passersby who couldn't quite place why they found him so captivating.

Unbeknownst to him, an agent, cloaked in the anonymity of the crowd, was closing in under Nezu's command.

Back at U.A., Nezu leaned back in his chair, voice calm yet firm as he spoke into the communicator. "I want you to hand him this earpiece discreetly. His real-time location will be continuously updated to you. Do not engage—just pass it along and leave immediately. Understood?"

"Understood, sir," the agent replied, weaving skillfully through the crowd until he was close enough.

As Radahn observed the flow of the crowd with quiet curiosity, he suddenly felt a brief brush against his arm—a small, almost imperceptible touch. His sharp instincts kicked in, but when he turned, the person was already gone, leaving only a small device in his palm.

He could see the person showing him a gesture of something like pointing to ear before merging in the crowd.

He narrowed his eyes, stepping into a more secluded alley, away from the masses. As he examined the device, a voice crackled to life in his ear, sharp and composed.

"Let's have a meeting, Mr. Hoshigami… or should I say, Radahn?"

Radahn's eyes narrowed, his curiosity deepening. The use of his true name sent a ripple through his otherwise composed demeanor.

"Who are you?" he asked, voice low and steady.

The voice on the other end chuckled lightly. "Someone who knows more than you think. I believe we can have a proper conversation but the place where you are right now is too public to have a chat, so , I advice you follow my instructions."

For a heartbeat, the air around Radahn seemed to still. His eyes narrowed, and a faint smirk crept onto his lips. He leaned back against the cold wall of the narrow alley, the device snug in his palm, and responded with a low, rumbling voice that carried the weight of countless battlefields.

"You're quite bold," Radahn said, the amusement in his tone laced with something far more dangerous. "Why would I follow your instructions? Do you truly believe I fear you revealing who I am?"

A pause—thick with tension. His golden eyes sharpened like a predator testing its prey.

"Or…" Radahn continued, his voice dipping lower, like distant thunder rumbling on the horizon, "can you even bear the consequences of such knowledge?"

On the other end, Nezu remained silent for a beat longer than before, processing not just the threat, but the presence behind those words—a presence built from dominance, not recklessness.

'I should proceed with caution , this is the man who single handily destroyed the top heroes. The method of intimidation doesn't work on him. I need to take a safer approach'

Then, Nezu's composed voice returned, smooth and unbothered. "Fear? No. But understanding potential consequences is part of what makes me… me. You see, Mr. Radahn, I don't seek to threaten you—I seek to understand. I think there's something we can gain from this conversation… something that might benefit both of us."

Radahn's smirk lingered as he stared out toward the busy streets, the weight of Nezu's calm audacity earning a sliver of his interest.

"Benefit me?" Radahn repeated, amusement thick in his voice. "You're entertaining, I'll give you that. Fine. Speak—let's see if your words can hold the same weight as your courage."