Before continuing with our protagonist's story, we move to an unknown location, just a few days after his birth.
In a completely isolated place, far from any city, a snowy mountain rose, offering a desolate landscape to any observer.
Inside that mountain lies a hidden base. No government controls it, nor does any known organization. What's more, no country or entity fighting for peace has the slightest knowledge of its existence.
In one of the rooms of that place, several individuals sat around a rectangular table. Each one was immersed in their own world, feeling no need to communicate with each other.
Eleven seats were intended for what appeared to be high-ranking individuals, and only seven of those seats were occupied.
Suddenly, a dark fog materialized at the entrance of that room, and a man appeared through it.
—Excuse my delay, I hope I'm not interrupting something important —said the new individual the moment he walked through the portal.
His mere presence was enough to make anyone tremble. Dressed in a suit, his imposing figure, he was accompanied by an aura that radiated both despair and fear to his enemies and subjects. There was no way to ignore him. But on this occasion, in this room...
Everyone present knew exactly who he was. he was the greatest criminal in all of Japan, the King of Chaos himself, the Demon Lord. He, and no one else, was the one who turned Japan upside down, plunging it into an abyss of fear and anguish: All For One.
But even knowing all this, no one flinched at his mere presence.
And before All for One could say his next sentence, an object passed by at a speed almost imperceptible to the human eye, or rather, a person went at such a speed.
—Shigaraki-kun!!!, Where were you?, You're taking too long, What was that thing?, What new quirks do you have?, How is Japan?, I learned new movements, Are you hungry?, I am, all of them are so boring and just ignore me, Nobody brings me food!!!... —An endless number of questions and phrases were said by a young girl who without hesitation, climbed onto the neck of the fearsome villain.
That young woman was characterized by her short, spiky orange hair, eyelashes and eyebrows of the same tone, with fair skin, this young woman wore blue jeans and a black off-the-shoulder top, however, the most striking thing about her appearance were her orange eyes with multiple star-shaped pupils giving her gaze a panorama similar to the universe itself.
All for one, still ignoring all the sudden questions from that young woman, chose to focus his gaze on the others present, finding with his eyes an individual already known to him.
This person simply pointed towards a wall, where the fearsome villain laid his eyes, finding a calendar with a sticker of his own face on the day corresponding to the current date.
—Today is your turn —a rough and tired voice said those words, coming from another seat.
All for One just let out a sigh, and at the same time, he sat down with the young woman clinging to his neck.
—Tell me, Zarina, would you like to make a friend? —These words instantly caught the orange-haired girl's attention.
—ARE YOU SERIOUS?! How old is he? Do you think I could introduce him to Alicia? —Emotion quickly filled her, now with the fearsome villain inches from her face.
—One question at a time, Zarina —the symbol of evil smiled irritably. —He's a small person, but I'm sure you'd become great friends. If all goes well, I'll introduce you to him in less than two years.
—Understood! And tell me, what is his name?
A smile from ear to ear appeared on All for One's face —Tomura Shigaraki —As he said that name, he took Zarina and sat her in the seat next to him —However, if you don't behave then I won't be able to introduce you to him.
—Ehhhh, I'll behave myself so promise me you'll introduce me to him —Nervousness was evident on her face at a possible refusal.
—I promise.
No one dared to interrupt the conversation between Zarina and AFO. Instead, she became the center of attention for several people in the room, generating, in turn, great discomfort at what it meant to make a promise with Zarina herself.
As silence returned to the room, little by little, the remaining seats were filled by new members, some more extravagant than others.
And once all ten of the eleven seats were occupied, a new voice appeared.
—Splendid to see that everyone has arrived in less time than expected —The sound of slow footsteps accompanied by a sweet child's voice broke the silence —Surely my dear "fingers" will wonder why they were called so suddenly.
The young woman sat down, and at her side, two men in suits positioned themselves, clearly the "girl" bodyguards.
The dim lighting made it difficult to distinguish the young woman's appearance, almost completely engulfed in darkness. However, one could make out her small stature, the silhouette of an indefinite dress, and her long hair falling to her lower back. Anyone who saw her would guess that she was a girl of no more than twelve years old.
—You can come in, old woman —said the young woman and consequently the door opened to admit an old woman with a cane, who walked slowly to stand next to the girl —Maybe some know her and others don't, but she is one of our main sources of information, Mrs. Baba Vanga, her quirk granting her the ability to see fragments of the future.
The entire room remained silent, either in respect or fear. No one spoke a single word in response, not even the dreaded symbol of evil.
—With that out of the way, the reason I called you all here is because some son of a bitch meddled where he shouldn't have and destroyed everything we've built —The old woman pretended to raise her hand, but the young woman anticipated her, clarifying coldly —Or, rather, a daughter of a bitch.
Despite what the young woman said, everyone present remained apparently calm as the silence continued to persist until it was broken by the intervention of an individual.
—If that were the case, wouldn't it be easier to kill her before she became a nuisance, and why call us all in the first place? What's any of our business?— said a raspy, tired voice.
—It would certainly be more optimal to do it this way, however, that person won't be born for several years and regarding the latter, it goes without saying that my problems are your problems, especially if they include the destruction not only of what you built but of everything we have built or tried to maintain —the young woman's voice responded calmly while a small, imperceptible smile adorned her face.
—So all the more reason why do we care about someone who hasn't even been born yet?
—Because that person remains a danger even before birth, and stopping them right now is the highest priority. Although we don't know where they will be born or who their parents are, we have some suspicions that their birth is related to what happened in Europe a few days ago —the old woman added.
—Explain yourself —another voice spoke, belonging to someone much younger.
—My quirk, as you know, allows me to see fragments of the future —the old woman began in a deep voice —Those fragments are blurry, yes, but always correct. They constantly undergo slight changes, proving that the future is flexible and its course can be altered. However, destiny that our organization will achieve its goal and that of each of you has always pointed to a single path. It was set in stone, indelible —Her gaze hardened —But that stone has been broken. Something that isn't supposed to happen. An anomaly has appeared. Something unwritten in history that has changed the outcome completely.
She reached out to the table, and a hologram of all of Europe appeared in the air.
—A few days ago, a thunderstorm suddenly arose, without warning. We know it wasn't caused by any whim or object; there's no record of an ability capable of altering the weather on a continental scale, nor any technology that could accomplish it. Whatever it was, this event, disappeared. And in that span of time, my Quirk activated involuntarily. I witnessed, with my own eyes, how everything we've built was destroyed by a girl no more than eighteen years old. And all of this, within more than thirty years.
—So she was able to stand up to us all? —Zarina asks, tilting her head to the side.
«I wonder what kind of wonderful quirk she has. I can't wait to meet her» the symbol of evil thought, a big smile spreading across his face.
«So a lamb dares to rebel against the holy church» another individual in the room said to himself.
«I want a moqueca» was another thought.
—In my visions, I didn't see much about their abilities, but I did see various heroes, of different nationalities, uniting against us, something we've considered impossible to date. We've worked so hard to keep heroic national relations as rare as possible— Baba Vanga said in response to Zarina's question.
—Isn't it obvious that in the face of greater evil, people tend to unite?— a young, tired voice spoke.
—No —All For One intervened, his tone cutting —Even when Japan sank into despair and chaos, no foreign hero came to its aid. Not even with the Symbol of Peace would that be possible.
—So whether it's that girl or an ancestor, that person will be someone who has enough power over governments and heroes to unite everyone against us— Said the same young and tired voice.
—I see that you are beginning to realize how dangerous this person is —The young voice of that "girl" interrupted the conversation —With everything clarified, it goes without saying that we have the advantage, the ancestor must have been born recently, during that meteorological event, therefore, he is just a simple baby and it will be easy to get rid of him.
—Indeed, we will kill that newborn —A big smile appeared on the "girl" face —Arthuro, you have great power over the United Kingdom, do something good and use it, I want you to kill all the boys and girls who were born that stormy night.
—Excuse me? ¿is sure? —the man now known as Arthuro asked, standing up from his seat.
—Mmm, yes, you're right. Kill everyone born that night, a week before and after the storm. We can't afford to make mistakes, the young woman said, maintaining her big, sweet smile.
—Even if he killed them all, it will be an international tragedy and scandal! There is a high chance he will be caught! —exclaim nervously.
—Then make sure they don't catch you. But don't worry, you have about ten years. For now, register all births and kill them in small numbers.
—I-I understand. I-I won't let her down —Arthuro said, with no further arguments he could offer. In turn, he lowered his head and sat down.
—I hope so, while all of you—The "girl" observed those present —Let's always expect the worst outcome, and in this case, if our dear Arthuro fails to accomplish a mere mission. You will take matters into your own hands. Each of you will be in charge of managing your own sector as you normally do, but I will be informed of anyone who interferes in your affairs, especially if this person meets the age requirement respectively at the time and is of European origin, then they will become a priority threat that will have to be executed as soon as possible—the young woman concluded.
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FRANCE, AOYAMA MANSION
A month has passed since my birth. Being a baby wasn't as negative as it's often portrayed in various works about reincarnation, although it omits the breastfeeding and basic needs part. But the rest is a dream come true. Who doesn't want to be lazy in the first place?
—Awwww c'est trop mignon —Said a young maid with purple hair.
—Tes joues sont si douces —adds another brunette maid, while pinching my cheeks.
«Didn't they teach you about personal space? No, even I couldn't resist a baby, and from what I could see in the mirror, I'm pretty cute. It's what you'd expect from an upper-class European baby»
While I was wandering in my thoughts, a maid walked past me. Normally, I would have ignored her, but this woman had the unique features of a feline.
«My Hero Academia» was the first thought that came to my mind, although I was aware that a month had passed in this world, because of a stupid librarian, it is hard for me to accept that I am really in another alternate universe, but every time I saw this type of people, there was no doubt that I was no longer at home.
And changing the subject, being a baby there wasn't much I could do and I wasn't even able to crawl yet, the only thing within my limits was being the infant that I am, meanwhile, devising a plan to save that world from chaos was the only option.
—Wait, what the hell do I have to save him from! —At that moment my mind went completely blank and endless memories about that damn shitty librarian surfaced in my mind —Damn old man!—
—¿Eh?, Le jeune Yuga se mit à pleurer, appelle Mme Aoyama —One of the maids said as she carried me.
«I'm going to kill you!» was the scream I repeated over and over as tears and cries began to flow from me, for some strange reason.
After I managed to calm down, I was left in the arms of a blonde woman with a kind smile, who proceeded to give me my only food of sustenance.
«This doesn't make me feel comfortable at all»
That woman was the little-known mother of Yuga Aoyama, who had brief appearances in the manga and anime.
Although he only remembered them as a wealthy family who never lacked anything, they had Yuga from a very young age. After discovering he didn't have a Quirk, they did everything they could to help him acquire one, even if it meant making a pact with the devil himself.
The first time I read about his past, I concluded that it was nothing more than stupidity, where there was no need to go to such lengths for a child and just making him understand that we are not all born equal was more than enough.
Although I also realized that I wouldn't have a whim either, if what the old man said was true.
My only option then: come up with a wonderful plan that would keep me from getting into the UA or getting involved in fights.
And knowing that I've been in this place for a month, with no idea of the exact date I'm in. However, recognizing that I'm from a family of high economic status, enough to have more than a dozen servants and a large mansion, we can hopefully assume their surname carries prestige.
—Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas Aoyama, tu n'as plus faim —miss Aoyama said.
Shortly after, she laid me in my crib, next to her. It was curious to know that there was always a maid who carried the crib wherever she went.
«This isn't the time to feel embarrassed. Right now, I need to focus on creating a plan» I narrowed my eyes «Right, I have no idea that I'm supposed to save the world, but I guess in the future, All For One wins. So, should I prevent that from happening? Maybe it would be helpful to send information to Japan through the internet? A hero? But who? Especially, what kind of information should I give to change the future…» I suddenly stopped my guesses, a smile spreading across my childish face just as I felt a small spotlight go off above my head, indicating the big reveal «There were some theories and questions, even I was curious… What if "he" arrived at the right time? Hahahahahahhaah»
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—Young Yuga, where are you?! —exclaimed a maid, walking through the halls of the great mansion.
—He's only six months old and has barely learned to crawl. He's always exploring the mansion whenever we take our eyes off him —said another maid.
—Come on, girls, we have to find him before dinner —another maid joined the conversation.
Alexander Duran Baro, known in this world as Yuga Aoyama, now stood at the very top of the mansion, mere centimeters from a certain fall.
How did he get there? In these few months, he dedicated hours to hard work, fall after fall, blow after blow, hundreds of attempts that bore fruit. Crawling was finally possible.
And at only six months old, he was able to freely explore the entire mansion, learning every corner of it by heart. Not only limiting himself to knowing every location, but also the schedule of every maid, butler, and even Yuga's parents.
All with the aim of realizing his grand plan.
However, at this moment, he merely admired the immensity of the Aoyama's private villa. And although falling was a possibility, his concern was nonexistent.
After all, admiring views from a great height was a habit he maintained from his original world.
The wind refreshing his face, ruffling his hair, and the absence of sound only caused him great tranquility.
«Six months, it only took me six months to learn to crawl and understand French almost perfectly. Though, I suppose a baby's capacity for quick learning played an important role. Either way, it was a long time of pure effort that will finally come to an end» Yuga, who had been sitting, stood up. His feet were now at the very edge of the rooftop. «Just a few more weeks and I'll be home»
Without warning, a shiver ran through Yuga's body. A mixture of discomfort, disgust, fear, and nervousness invaded him the moment the subtle click of heels began to echo, growing steadily closer.
And slowly turning, there she was.
A perfect contrast, like yin and yang, defined her appearance. Hair and eyes of abysmal blackness, the latter without pupils, reminding him of that darkness similar to the abyss Alex once found himself in. Her lips and nails were equally ebony, her skin like paper. And her dress, like those of the other maids, followed the classic bicolor scheme.
However, the most striking thing about the young woman was her expressionless face, which exuded a mysterious singularity. At the same time, a feeling of pure terror invaded our protagonist just by looking at that countenance, something only he seemed to experience.
Of course, the first time he saw her, he just peed himself. However, over time, he managed to overcome that fear and suppress it, maintaining a constant calm in front of the young woman.
«Lilith, my personal maid... unfortunately. Apparently, she's in charge of attending to my every need and accompanying me at all times. Though, I have to admit I used to be scared of her, now everything's differe» His last thought was cut short by the sudden gesture of the young woman, now known as Lilith, who tilted her head slightly to the side. «I admit it, I admit it! I still can't stand being in front of her!» He sighed. «Okay, just calm down and do what you always do»
Yuga swallowed hard, and clinging to all his courage, extended his hands towards the young woman. This action could only have one meaning in the world of babies: it was nothing more than a "CARRY ME, WOMAN!"
Lilith, with a fluid motion, took the infant into her arms and carried him to the main dining room for his dinner.
Along the way, the concerned maids, with sighs of gratitude and relief, offered their thanks. She, without a word, responded with a slight bow of her head.
«As always, she's a woman of few words» the infant thought as he was seated in a high chair.
—Thank you so much, Lilith, I'm sorry my baby causes you so much trouble —Yuga's mother said.
«Well, time for some purée» Alex thought, watching a spoonful of purée approach his mouth. «Mmm, it seems Mr. Aoyama isn't here» Yuga turned his head, observing the entire dining area. «Perfect. He must be out of the country for work, and if I'm not mistaken, he won't be back for another week. Hahahahahaha, everything's going exactly according to plan»
Mrs. Aoyama watched, with a slight smile, as her son maniacally grinned at the spoon.
She chose to simply ignore his actions, as sudden laughter had been normal for her son since his first few months. Though, she still had slight doubts about who he inherited those laughs from, attributing it to his yet to be awakened quirk managed to clear those doubts.
. . .
Dinner passed, night fell, and now it was three in the morning.
A tiny figure in a crib suddenly opened his eyes, looking from side to side, trying to avoid an unwelcome guest.
«Splendid, the plan to return home begins!» The small infant stood up and, with great effort and multiple attempts, barely managed to get out of the crib.
«That was officially the hardest thing in my life» Alex thought, crawling towards the door and, with a slight push, he managed to exit his room. «Open, anyway, who would lock up a baby?»
Looking from side to side and crawling cautiously, he waited for the perfect moment to cross the hallways.
Yuga, despite his natural foolishness, was intelligent enough to consider all sorts of scenarios that would interrupt his master plan, among them, the maids who roamed in the early morning, functioning as night guards.
Taking that into account, he made sure, through various means, to discover the patterns the maids followed.
Finally, after a few minutes of extreme survival, the baby found himself in front of a large double door, the end of his path.
Now his biggest challenge was how to open it, and for someone of his size, as well as lack of strength, entering through the door was an impossi—
Just a simple push was enough, and it opened easily....
«It seems the letter I left in the door did prevent it from closing. Thank you, Midnight limited edition letter! And sorry for taking your most important possession, Mr. Aoyama»
Once inside the room, he went directly to the desk. With palpable effort, he climbed onto the chair, then with the same determination, ascended the desk to reach a laptop.
«Come to papa» he muttered, turning on the laptop. Without any issue, he typed the password. «LefannuméroundeMidnight. Seriously, Mr. Aoyama, you have a real problem with her, and isn't she like 16 or 17 now?»
Setting aside his question about Yuga's father's questionable fanaticism, he began to browse the internet.
«Bingo! The official website for the Musutafu police station. And if I'm right, Naomasa Tsukauchi must still be a rookie handling minor crimes as a beginner detective. However, that's not important. Right now, I need to send an email to the police station with the sole purpose of contacting him as soon as possible» Narrowing his eyes, his full attention focused on the laptop. «No one would ignore an email from the owner of one of Europe's biggest real estate companies. Now, I just have to disguise the email and make them believe that young Detective Naomasa is specifically required»
A sharp squeak, like a fly, came from the door, pulling Alex from his thoughts.
However, when he focused his gaze on the door, there was no one there.
«That was... strange. Never mind» Ignoring the sound, he refocused on the laptop. «The VPN is active, and I already have a private email... Now, to send» With his tiny finger, he clicked send. «Good, now I just have to wait until tomorrow»
The rest of the night passed normally, with the infant back in his crib. And the next day was quiet, though this time Yuga Aoyama seemed less imperious and more absorbed in his thoughts.
And now, in the early hours of the morning, in Mr. Aoyama's familiar office.
«Perfect! Naomasa replied to my personal email. Isn't it beautiful when everything goes according to plan?» Yuga let out a soft laugh. «He'll surely be happy to travel abroad. What a shame it's all just a trick, but one that will change his life... He should thank me, I'm saving his stupid world» Narrowing his eyes, he recalled his grand adventure in this world. «I've only been in this hell for about six months, and I tried my best to learn to crawl as soon as possible, gain better control of my joints, understand French, endure endless humiliations... However, I think...» He looked up, his lips curving slightly into a smile. «I liked this world... it was so wonderful... maybe staying wouldn't be a bad option» The smile distorted into a grimace that spread across his face; narrowing his eyes and opening his mouth in a devilish gesture. «Like it? What nonsense. I just have to send this stupid email, those jerks will rescue Shigaraki and... I'll finally return to my world!! Hahahahahahahahahhaahahahahaha»
Raising a finger in the most exaggerated gesture possible, he brought it down to give a loud click on the mouse.
Once the information was sent, he didn't hesitate to erase every trace of his activity from the past few days.
Finally, Alexander's adventure came to its... END?