Holy moly! Would you look at that!!! No way I alreay got 100+ stones and 586 collection in just 2 days. You people sure love this story.
So here is the deal, every time we cross 100 stones, I update a Bonus chapter.
Here is the first one, enjoy. You earned it
Next Bonus chapter at 200 power stones!! Can we do it?
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The wind on the beach had turned icy. It wasn't just the drop in temperature that came with the night; it was the chill radiating from Honoka Shuzenji. She sat on the weathered bench, her hands gripping her knees so tightly that the fabric of her pants strained.
Akira sat beside her, silent. The ocean roared in the background, but it sounded muffled, distant. The only sound that mattered was his mother's breathing — ragged, shallow, and terrifyingly fragile.
She looked at Akira. Her eyes, usually amber and warm, were now dark pools of memory. She wasn't seeing him. She was seeing a ghost overlaid on his face.
"I was eight months pregnant," she began, her voice hollow. "I was huge. My ankles were swollen, my back hurt, and I couldn't walk ten feet without getting winded."
She looked down at her hands.
"I was at the hospital with my mother. Just a routine check-up. We were arguing about names. Akira was there, making terrible jokes about how if it were a girl, we should name her 'Wing-dolin'."
She let out a short, bitter chuckle that died instantly.
"That's when the alarms went off."
She looked up at the horizon, where the sea was swallowing the last sliver of purple light.
"A villain named Quake attacked the Shinjuku district in Tokyo. He wasn't a big-name villain. Just a thug with a powerful Emitter quirk. He could send vibration waves through solid matter."
Akira nodded slowly. A vibration quirk in a city made of glass and concrete... it was a nightmare scenario.
"He didn't just rob a bank," Honoka whispered. "He leveled a city block. He brought down three skyscrapers in under a minute. The dust cloud was so thick it looked like a nuclear winter. Thousands were trapped. The structural integrity of the entire district was compromised. One wrong step, and everything else would crumble."
She took a breath.
"They needed a Field Doctor. But not just any doctor. The ground was unstable. The roads were gone. They needed someone who could navigate the air, weave through the falling debris, and stabilize victims before extraction."
"They needed The Duo," Akira realized aloud.
"They needed us," Honoka corrected. "But there was no 'us.' There was just me, unable to run, and him."
She closed her eyes.
"I told him," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I grabbed his arm. I dug my nails into his skin. I told that idiot not to go. I told him he was a navigator, not a solo act. I told him to wait for All Might or Endeavor. I begged him."
A tear escaped, tracking through the salt on her cheek.
"He just kissed my forehead. He smiled that stupid, sunny smile and said, 'I'll be right back. Just gotta go pick up some patients. Don't eat all the chips while I'm gone.'"
"And then he flew out the window."
Honoka's hands were shaking now. Akira wanted to reach out, to stop the story, but he knew she needed to bleed this poison out.
"Normally," she continued, "Field Doctors go in after the battle is contained. That's the protocol. We are assets, not soldiers. But in this case... the buildings were constantly falling. Every second meant more people crushed. The heroes on the scene — Best Jeanist, Edge Shot — they were busy trying to keep Quake at bay. They couldn't focus on rescue."
"So Akira went in before the fight was over."
She turned to her son, her eyes wide and haunted.
"I saw all of it on live TV. The news helicopters were circling. Every channel was broadcasting it."
"He was magnificent, Akira. You should have seen him. He was a streak of red lightning in a gray world. He flew faster that day than I had ever seen him fly. He was weaving through falling steel beams, diving into clouds of concrete dust, and coming out with two or three people in his arms."
"He was exhausted. I could see it on the screen. His wings were heavy. He was covered in soot. But he kept going back. I could read his lips on the close-up shots. He kept repeating the same thing."
Honoka's voice broke.
"Just one more. Let me save one more."
Akira felt a heavy stone settle in his stomach. It was the classic hero's tragic flaw. The inability to stop.
"As this went on," Honoka whispered, "something happened that wasn't supposed to happen. The containment line broke."
"Quake got away from the heroes. He panicked. He scrambled into a partially collapsed office building to hide."
She paused. The air around them seemed to vibrate with the tension of the memory.
"And while this happened... your father flew into the same building to check for survivors."
She started to cry again. Not the silent tears from before. These were ugly, wrenching sobs that shook her entire frame.
"He... that... that fucking idiot," she choked out, cursing the memory of the man she loved. "He ran right into Quake in the lobby. The villain was cornered. Bleeding. Desperate."
"Akira could have flown away. He had the speed. He could have escaped."
"But he didn't."
She slammed her fist onto the bench.
"He mended him."
Akira's eyes widened. "What?"
"He healed the villain," Honoka sobbed. "He put his hands on Quake's wounds and began to bandage him. He told Quake that a doctor's job is to save people, regardless of who they are. He told him... he told him he knew Quake was a good person under all that rage. That he could start over."
Honoka looked at her son, pleading for him to understand the insanity of it.
"And for a moment... it worked. The cameras caught it through the shattered windows. Quake stopped screaming. He looked confused. He looked calm. The news anchors were cheering. People in the hospital waiting room were cheering. They thought he had done it. They thought he had won with kindness."
"I thought he had won."
She let out a wail of despair.
"But then the heroes arrived."
"Best Jeanist and the police surrounded the building. They called for Quake to surrender."
"Quake panicked. His calmness vanished. He grabbed Akira."
"He took him hostage," Akira whispered.
"He used him as a human shield," Honoka corrected, her voice dripping with venom. "He dragged him out onto the balcony, holding him by the neck. He demanded a helicopter. He demanded money."
"And even then..." Honoka shook her head, disbelief still etched into her features thirteen years later. "Even then, that idiot believed there was humanity in that villain. He was smiling, Akira. He was trying to calm Quake down. He was mouthing 'It's okay' to the police."
She took a crazy, gasping breath.
"AND I SAW IT."
She screamed the words at the ocean.
"I SAW IT HAPPEN! QUAKE DIDN'T GET HIS HELICOPTER FAST ENOUGH! HE GOT FRUSTRATED!"
She grabbed her own chest, clawing at her shirt as if she could feel the phantom pain.
"HE PLACED HIS HAND ON AKIRA'S CHEST. AND HE ACTIVATED HIS QUIRK."
Akira stopped breathing.
"A compressed vibration wave," Honoka whispered, the fight leaving her voice, leaving only the ashes. "Point-blank range. It didn't just break his ribs. It... it liquefied everything."
She looked at her son, her eyes dead.
"It opened a massive hole in his chest. Right through the heart."
Akira felt nausea roll over him.
"I saw him die," she sobbed, burying her face in her hands. "I saw the light leave his eyes before his body even hit the ground. He died because he was stupid enough to believe in humanity. He died because he was too good for a fucked up world like this."
She rocked back and forth, gasping for air.
"And that fucker... Quake... he kept laughing."
Her voice turned to a low growl.
"He threw your father's body off the balcony like trash. And he laughed. Until the heroes finally stormed him. Until they finally put him down. He kept screaming that Akira was such an idiot. That kindness was a weakness."
The silence returned. But now it was stained with blood.
Honoka slowly lifted her head. She turned to Akira. Her face was ravaged by grief, snot, and tears.
"During that time," she whispered, "I wished you weren't there."
Akira flinched. It was a physical reaction.
Honoka looked down, then at his eyes.
"I wished I was never pregnant with you," she confessed, the words tumbling out like jagged stones. "I thought... if I wasn't pregnant... I would have been there. I would have been the shield. I would have punched Quake's head off before he could even touch him."
"I blamed you," she said, her voice trembling with guilt. "I sat in that hospital room, watching the news re-run his death, and I cursed you. I cursed the baby in my belly for making me weak. For grounding me."
She looked at him with eyes full of self-loathing.
"It wasn't your fault. I know that. But grief isn't rational. I hated you for weeks. I wanted to die. I wanted to join him."
"My mother... Chiyo... she heard me screaming one night. She came in and she slapped me. Hard. Right across the face."
Honoka touched her cheek, remembering the sting.
"She told me that Akira died saving people. And if I dared to resent the life he left behind — the life we made together — then I didn't deserve to be a mother. She brought me back to my senses."
She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.
"And the day you were born... when I saw your red hair... when I saw that mark..."
She looked at him. Really looked at him.
"I swore an oath. I swore that if you were to become a hero, I would make sure you would never end up like your father."
"I would make you strong. I would make you cynical. I would beat the pacifism out of you if I had to. Because I can't..."
She choked.
"I can't watch another Akira die on the news."
She slid off the bench, dropping to her knees in the sand in front of him. She bowed her head, her forehead touching his knees, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Forgive me, Akira," she wailed. "Forgive Mom for saying all that. Forgive me for cursing you. Forgive me for being so hard on you. I just—I—"
But before she could finish that line, a pair of hands wrapped around her, and then blue flames enveloped her.
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