One Year Later — Kamino Ward
The sky over Kamino was soft and pale, dotted with clouds that drifted like forgotten memories. Where once the skyline cracked under fire and fury, now stood fresh-painted walls, new buildings, and laughter. Life had returned.
Among it all, a mural towered over the edge of the district plaza. It was him.
Mumen Rider.
Helmet tucked beneath his arm. A scrape along his cheek. That same defiant, tired smile that had touched millions. Beneath the painting, letters read:
"Even if I fall... I'll keep riding."
A boy stopped in front of it, clutching a toy bike in one hand and his mother's fingers in the other. "That's him, isn't it? The guy who saved us?"
His mother nodded, her voice quiet. "Yes. That was the hero who never stayed down."
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Kana walked alone.
She wore a crisp new school uniform, blazer sharp, skirt pressed. But it wasn't the clothes that made her stand out. It was the way she carried herself. Shoulders steady. Eyes focused. The pair of battered, sand-polished goggles looped around her neck whispered a story to those who looked close enough.
As she neared the mural, she stopped.
The plaza had grown silent, almost reverent. Potted plants lined the base of the wall—lilies, forget-me-nots, and hand-scrawled notes. She crouched and traced her fingers across one.
"Thank you for saving my father."
Her lips pressed together, trembling just slightly.
"You never needed a Quirk," she thought. "You made us believe without one."
She rose.
And kept walking.
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U.A. High School
The gates loomed tall and proud. Kana stood before them, the wind teasing her hair. Around her, other new students murmured excitedly. Some clutched bags, others held onto dreams. She held the past—his past—at her neck.
A familiar voice echoed in her memory:
"Don't fight to win. Fight to protect."
She closed her eyes and nodded to the wind.
And stepped forward.
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Montage
Sayaka, in her nurse's uniform, pins a photo of Satoru on the hospital staff board. Beneath it: "Always riding ahead. Never forgotten."
Keiko walks alongside her mother in a serene memorial garden. Wind chimes dance in the breeze. Small gold-painted bicycle wheels spin gently on hooks.
Miyako reopens the flower shop, placing a single white lily in a vase under Satoru's photograph.
In a distant town, a little boy rides down a sidewalk, wearing a toy helmet too big for his head. His sister chases behind him, laughing. Their mother watches with teary eyes.
"I wanna be like Mumen Rider!"
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U.A. Rooftop — Sunset
Kana stood alone, the city stretching below her. She watched the light bend along rooftops, casting golden streaks through glass and steel.
Cherry blossoms drifted around her, soft as breath.
She looked to the horizon, goggles clutched in one hand.
"I'll take the road from here, Satoru."
She smiled.
It wasn't a sad smile.
It was a promise.
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"And she walked forward—on the road he cleared with every fall."