Reborn As Saitama In MHA - Chapter 58

“What do you mean the area is under maintenance?”

Class 1-A was currently in front of the area where the Quirk showcase area was being held. However, there were many people and machines going back and forth behind the scenes.

Usually, the person in charge would give a quick comment, but seeing the kids in front of him dressed in what he ȧssumed as their Hero costumes, he guessed that they must have come from an academy aimed at developing upcoming Heroes.

Sighing, the supervisor for this section of the Islands Expo rubbed his head, saying, “We were confident that our advancement in Quirk evaluation technology was enough to handle anybody below or close to All Might’s power. Clearly, we were very wrong.”

The man gestured behind him. Looking past the man, they could see down the sidewalk that on each side was an attraction that was either aimed at testing someone’s physical abilities or how their Quirk enhanced them under a timed environment.

Having a bad feeling, the class started to imagine an overly familiar face with his stupid grin smiling back at them.

“Did you know who did it, ribbit?” Asui asked the man.

“Hmm.” The man thought for a moment, recalling what his workers told him. “I remember the people stationed at the booth saying that it was a boy wearing a bright yellow suit. I think he had a cape? Oh, he was also bald.” The man said, but he was interrupted from behind as someone came and asked him for details about their job, pulling him away.

The class turned around but only saw the back of Hiroto steadily running away, his white cape flapping wildly behind him.

“Get back here!” Eijiro shouted, running after him, followed by Kaminari, Sero.

“You got rid of the only reason I came here in the first place!!” Bakugo shouted, using his quirk to blast himself ahead.

“If it’s a race you want, then it’s a race you’ll get,” Todoroki said, getting a running start and blasting ice below his feet to catch up with the rest, sliding along it.

The rest of the class stood around together, not knowing what to do.

“Should we do something?” Uraraka asked.

“Well, we might as well follow them.” Hagakure said, to which the rest agreed and ran behind those that ran off.

Midoriya was about to follow them but caught sight of All Might wearing a floral shirt waving to him from behind a public restroom while in his skinny and dilapidated form.

Meanwhile, Aizawa was inside of an all purpose outdoors equipment surplus store, looking at all the different camping equipment he could use for the students forest training camp.

From behind him, out of his sight, people could see a large ice structure rise into the air before quickly shattering, with the sounds of explosions set off in quick succession.

Aizawa obviously heard these but chose to ignore them. ‘Once I meet them again, if they don’t confess, I’ll make them suffer during their training camp.’

A hand then came down onto Aizawa’s shoulder, which caused him to turn around quickly, aiming a hand strike at the ȧssailant’s neck.

“Ah, Jukiop jat kut.” The person, a tall blonde man, said in a foreign accent and he quickly backed away from Aizawa.

Looking at the man, Aizawa studied him quickly. The man was tall and well built. He wore a boonie hat, followed by a crocodile leather vest covering his bȧrė ċhėst, accompanied by black trousers.

(AN: Search up crocodile Dundee, basically that.)

On his hip were what Aizawa ȧssumed to be metal shaped boomerangs on both sides. He recognized the man in front of him as a Pro Hero working in Australia, the 2nd strongest in his country.

Aizawa brought down his guard, saying in slow and broken English, “Hello. My sorry.”

(AN: It’s weird writing about Japanese people in English, but having English speaking people not able to understand in this version. Weird experience)

“I didn’t mean to scare you, sorry.” The man said, to which Aizawa nodded. “I recognized you, Eraser Head, from my earlier days when I visited Japan. You were doing great work back then.”

“Thank you,” Aizawa said curtly, still not knowing why the man came up to him so abruptly.

“I’m Captain-”

Aizawa interrupted him, saying, “I know who you are, Captain Boomerang. Number 2 Pro Hero working in Australia.”

(AN: I wrote this before finding out Captain Boomerang was an actual thing in DC)

“So you do know me! That makes things a lot easier.” The man said with a grin. “I heard that you work in the U.A. academy now, but I want to know why you rejected the Foreign Quirk Exchange program? The academies in the US, UK, Germany, France, Russia and Australia have accepted, why hasn’t Japan?”

“I’m not obliged to say,” Aizawa said, turning around to leave. “If you want your answer, contact the school directly.”

The man stood stunned but then realized that his approach may have been too straight forward, especially with his wording. With a shrug, he muttered, “I just wanted to know.”

“He probably doesn’t know anything.” The man replied.

“All Might should be here too then.” The woman said.

Nodding, the man replied, “No doubt about it. He’s America’s and Japan’s poster child after all, as if he would miss this.”

“Whatever happened to that other American Pro Hero that left the country?” The woman asked, walking out of the store with him.

“What, Captain Celebrity? Last I heard, he was living it up somewhere in Japan after running away from all those sėxuȧŀ harassment lawsuits.” The laughed.

“You do know your translator is still on?”

“Ah!”

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After the short chase, with which Hiroto’s friends failed miserably at, everyone went around to a few stalls here and there, visiting the tech showcases along the way.

“Shouldn’t Aizawa-sensei be here by now?” Tokoyami asked, checking his watch.

“He might have been caught up in a lot of foot traffic,” Momo said.

Hiroto nodded and checked his phone. He got a message with an attachment from All Might. Opening it, it was a picture taken from behind and a little distance away.

Turning around, Hiroto saw All Might with Midoriya waving towards him from behind two bins.

“I need to get going,” Hiroto said, standing.

“Already? But we bȧrėly got to do anything.” Eijiro said, slumping back into his chair.

“Are you going to be back for the class dinner before the early access party tonight?” Momo asked him.

“I will if I don’t get hold up. I’ll send a message to the group if I’m running late. If I am, I’ll head to the party directly.” Hiroto said, walking away and waving them farewell.

Hiroto walked off to the left first until he was out of their sight, before shortly looping around to where All Might and Midoriya was.

“No?” Hiroto answered, weirded out by their behaviour.

“Good.” All Might said, before standing up and turning into his full-sized jacked-up version of himself. “Hahahaha, it’s good to see you again, young Moriyama!” All Might patted Hiroto’s back, to which he felt nothing.

Signalling Midoriya while he shook his palm, All Might gestured for the two to follow him.

“We’ll meet up with my friend’s daughter first. She’ll take us to where we need to go to meet my dear friend! Ah, I can’t wait to see both of them again after so long!” All Might said, wiping a tear-off of his ever stoic smiling expression.

However, this was All Might they were walking with. Who in their right mind wouldn’t notice the Number 1 Hero in not just Japan, but Globally?

“Wahahaha! Thank you for the warm welcome!” All Might yelled out, as people swarmed around him, pushing Midoriya and Hiroto away. “Line up for autographs!”

You can imagine the chaos that ensued afterwards, which made Hiroto and Midoriya detour around him, since All Might also loved his fans and interacting with them, even if he was forcing himself with his body’s condition.

But since he never fought with the Nobu truly, he never had to force himself and damage his body even further, so he could afford to maintain that state for longer.

“Do you know who we’ll be meeting, Hiroto?” Midoriya asked him.

“Ahaha, sorry about that. I didn’t think I’d be stopped for that long.” All Might said, sweating as lipstick marks were plastered all over his face. “At least we still have some time before we’re late.”

“Oh, I almost forgot. I never told him about One for All or how I passed the Quirk onto you, Midoriya, so be careful.” All Might whispered to him, while Hiroto took a photo of him with All Might behind him, planning on using him to boost his profile page on Hero Book.

“Why didn’t you tell him?” Hiroto asked, with a flash from his phone, to which All Might reacted blindingly fast and posed for the picture.

“It’s because danger follows around those who know the secret of One for All.” He explained.

“I see,” Midoriya said, clenching his fists and steeled his determination to learn to use One for All properly as soon as he could.

Looking up the stairs in front of the three, Hiroto saw Melissa’s head pop up occasionally over the top, as a sound of her pogo stick entered his ears.

“Looks like she’s here,” Hiroto muttered.

“Huh? Ah!” All Might exclaimed, smiling brightly upon seeing Melissa coming closer.

“Uncle Might!” She shouted, before jumping off the pogo stick and throwing herself into All Might for a big hug. “I’m so happy you came!”

“Thank you for inviting me!” All Might said, putting her down, “But man, I almost didn’t recognize you, you’re all grown up now!”

Midoriya poked Hiroto’s arm, asking, “Is that All Might’s friend… She doesn’t seem to be the right age. Wait, could it be her Quirk!”

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, of course, she isn’t the friend.” Hiroto said, “You’ll find out shortly.”

As the two quickly caught up, All Might turned to gesture towards Hiroto and Midoriya, saying, “You should know young Moriyama already…” He then whispered into her ear, (He’s the one I warned you to keep an eye on.) “And this is Midoriya!”

“Hi again, Hiroto!” She waved to Hiroto before turning towards Midoriya, extending her hand, “I’m Melissa Shield.”

“She’s my good friend’s daughter.” All Might explained to him.

“Oh, so that’s how it is…” Midoriya muttered, before taking his glove off and shaking her hand. “I’m Izuku Midoriya, a first-year student in the Hero course at U.A. High School, the same as Hiroto.”

“Ah, then you’re also Uncle Might’s student!” Melissa said.

“They are both going to be great Heroes in the future!” All Might said.

“Wow, even you?” She exclaimed, looking at Midoriya, “I already knew about Hiroto, but I can’t believe you are also Uncle Might’s student! You must have a promising future, huh?” She leaned to him.

Midoriya blushed and moved back, stuttering, “No, I’m still training, I mean, I’m…”

Hiroto moved away and nudged All Might’s side with a ‘slight’ bit of force, enough to cause the flowers on the sidewalk to abruptly sway, “Keep an eye on me huh? You think I’m going to cause trouble here?”

All Might slightly grunted and gave a low laugh, having been exposed, “Well…” He looked away.

At the point of Melissa’s questioning of Midoriya’s Quirk and ability, she noticed how scarred his ungloved hand was, causing her to slightly frown.

With a cough, All Might reminded Melissa, “It’s about time we get going.”

“Ah, I got distracted again.” She stood up, skipping towards All Might’s side and pocketing her Pogo stick into her bracelet. “We’ve got to hurry up and make Papa happy! Let’s go!”

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AN: I’ll be exploring how other countries treat Heroes and Vigilantes further in the future, I only gave a slight exposition on it with this chap, it will come later on. Gotta remember, All Might is American, so he’s the idealized American Hero for the US, or what people hope to be. I also read somewhere that the US was known as the “Home of Heroes”.

Dunno might expand on that later on, for now, still got lots of material from Canon to work with before we go off the record and break everything with unleashing Hiroto to the rest of the world.