My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia-Chapter 127 - 123 Quirk Evolution 1

’What do I do now?’ Yuta stood outside the phone booth, staring at the dead receiver through the scratched glass.

The Manila heat was overwhelming during this time of year. The air was humid, carrying the mingled scents of frying street food, exhaust fumes, and the ocean somewhere beyond. Everything looked ... Chaotic.

The first mate of the Kanemaru had been kind enough to give him a change of clothes—a faded gray hoodie and dark cargo pants—and a handful of Philippine Pesos. He had spent the last of the coins on a call that had probably just shattered the peace of his teachers’ lives.

’I’m in the Southeast. Not exactly the best neighborhood for a dead man,’ Yuta thought, his eyes scanning the colorful, chaotic flow of jeepneys and motorbikes.

He knew enough from his General Studies geography to know he was roughly three thousand kilometers from Musutafu.

The crew of the Kanemaru had mentioned it in passing during his recovery. "Manila’s rough if you don’t know the streets,"

"The place is chaotic. Crime rates are up there."

"Quirk laws are different too. Be careful who you offend. Might just get attacked on the streets before you can tell what their quirk is."

’Things are that different from Japan huh?’ Yuta thought as he surveyed his surroundings.

In Japan, even the suburbs and outskirts looked highly modernized. Manila, the capital of the Philippines, was the opposite.

The buildings were a chaotic mix of old Spanish colonial architecture and modern glass-and-steel towers. Street vendors lined every available space, selling everything from grilled meat skewers to counterfeit electronics.

The crime rates were up to a dazzling 38%

For context, Japan was a barely 6% while most countries had a minimum of 20%. Meaning he had to be careful of street crime and robbery.

’Well, not like I have anything valuable anyway.’

He reached into his pocket, fingers brushing against nothing but lint.

’I just need to find a place to stay, then ...’ Yuta thought. ’ ... Then what? Find work? ..’

He began to walk, his mind racing. Well it wouldn’t take long for U.A to find him if that’s what he did.

However he needed money for food and shelter. Also a new set of clothing.

’I’m sixteen, foreign, and officially dead. Not exactly employable.’ Yuta sighed in irritation. No one ever said this was going to be smooth.

’I guess I ...’ BOOM. A building three blocks down erupted in a plume of fire and shattered glass.

The force of the blast sent a nearby tricycle taxi tumbling onto its side. Screams erupted right after as civilians scrambled away. "Seriously?" Yuta frowned at the sight in the distance.

He channeled chakra into his eyes on instinct, activating his Sharingan.

The world turned dark in an instant. Quite literally turned dark.

’Tch. Still nothing.’ Three days since he woke up on the Kanemaru and his body had only returned to normal last night. His Sharingan however, was a different case. Despite trying everything, he was unable to determine the problem.

The only thing he knew was that his eyes hadn’t healed yet from whatever had gone wrong. Losing all sight, his mounting irritation only grew as he deactivated his Sharingan.

BOOM!

Just then, two plumes of smoke shot out of the destroyed building.

Yuta’s eyes narrowed as two figures emerged from the smoke—a villain with some kind of kinetic discharge quirk—clashing with a local hero whose body seemed composed of a semi-liquid mercury.

They clashed mid-street, the impact sending shockwaves through the pavement.

"Villains!"

"My wares!"

"Forget the wares darn woman. Run."

’A fight,’ Yuta observed, staying at the edge of the dispersing crowd. ’Hero versus villain. Seems that’s the same everywhere.’

The kinetic villain roared something in Tagalog, his hands glowing with supercharged energy. The hero responded, her own quirk manifesting as her mercury form shot out at rapid speeds, dodging strike after strike.

The exchange caused massive destruction to the surroundings. Neither seemed capable of harming the other as one couldn’t get close despite her speed and the other couldn’t hit.

’This is going to drag on ..’ Or so Yuta thought. Unfortunately, life was always full of surprises.

"That’s it. I’ve had it." The villain, frustrated after constant attacks, gathered a massive sphere of crackling energy between his palms.

He pointed at the hero. "Fine then. You forced my hand."

He shifted his finger to the side. The hero’s eyes widened.

"Don’t you dare."

"Then save them if you can."

Then he threw it. Thrusting the attack forward with enough force to level a city block.

The hero’s eyes widened. She had a split second to choose: defend the hit, or dodge and let it strike the building.

She dodged.

The sphere of energy hurtled directly toward the crowded market street behind her, straight toward a group of fleeing civilians and, coincidentally, Yuta himself

’Did she just ...’ There wasn’t time to finish the thought.

The projectile was maybe ten meters away now. The civilians were screaming, trying to run, but they wouldn’t make it.’You’ve gotta be kidding me.’ His body moved on instinct as he turned towards the crowd. The moment he did, a familiar sensation of running chakra ran through his physique.

In an instant, Yuta turned into a zagging blur, shooting through the civilians. The next moment, the street exploded.

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Meanwhile,

"What do you mean ’won’t come back’?" The voice came from behind, rather than the phone.

Aizawa’s head snapped around, his quirk activating on instinct. Standing side by side just inside the doors of the Height Alliance lobby were Bakugo and Todoroki.

"Did something else happen Mr. Aizawa?" Todoroki asked.

"Um ... Yeah Sensei." The voice came from above.

Aizawa’s head snapped up to the second-floor windows of Heights Alliance.

Four faces stared down at them. Midoriya, Uraraka, Asui and Mina.

Aizawa’s quirk deactivated. He exchanged a single look with Toshinori, who had gone very still.

"It’s nothing."

"Huh?’

"As I said. Nothing you should concern yourselves with."

Aizawa uttered without any intention of explaining.

However, Bakugo clearly wasn’t going to take that for an answer.

"You said that bastard’s name," Bakugo demanded, taking a step forward. "What do you mean he won’t come back? What did the phone say, Sensei?!"

Todoroki’s eyes flicked between Aizawa and All Might. "Has Yuta been found?"

"Wait, what?" Mina’s voice came from above. "Sensei! Is that true?"

’I’m gonna get a migraine.’ Aizawa sighed, rubbing his head. "There have been new developments. Developments that are currently classified and tied to a sensitive investigation. I can’t discuss details. For now, go back to settling into your rooms. Keep your fingers crossed."

"That’s not an answer!" Bakugo snapped.

"It’s the only one you’re getting." Aizawa’s voice dropped into tone that usually meant punishments for whoever pushed further. "This is not up for discussion. All of you, back to your activities. Now."

"But—" Midoriya started.

"Now."

The six students looked at each other, clearly wanting to press, but Aizawa’s expression left no room for argument.

Slowly, they dispersed, though Bakugo’s glare promised this conversation wasn’t over.

Once they were out of earshot, Toshinori spoke quietly. "Should we ..."

"No." Aizawa shook his head. "Come on. Nezu needs to hear about this immediately."

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[PRINCIPAL NEZU’S OFFICE]

Nezu looked up from his desk as they entered, instantly reading the tension in their postures.

"Ah. Judging by your expressions, I assume this isn’t a social visit."

"We have a situation," Aizawa went straight to the point.

"Oh, I see." Nezu replied with that unsettling smile. "Please, sit. Explain."

Aizawa remained standing. "Yuta is alive."

The smile only widened. "Oh, how wonderful. How do you know this?"

"He called me. Just now. From an international payphone."

Nezu’s paws folded on his desk, his expression brimming with interest. "I see. And what did he say?"

Aizawa recounted the conversation every detail of the conversation. The explanation of what happened to the train. The confirmation that everyone else was dead. Yuta’s refusal to return. His concerns about the League, the media, the HPSC.

The call cutting off mid-conversation. When he finished, Nezu was quiet for a long moment.

"He didn’t specify his location?" Nezu asked.

"Only that he’s not in Japan. The call showed as international, but that’s all we have."

"And he didn’t say when he’d contact you again?"

"No. The call cut off before we could arrange that." Aizawa’s frustration was evident.

"No way to contact him first," Nezu mused. "No location. No scheduled follow-up. He’s maintaining complete control of the communication."

"That’s not reassuring," Toshinori uttered.

"On the contrary, it’s quite intelligent." Nezu leaned back in his chair. "Young Akutami is ensuring we can’t force his hand. We can’t send a retrieval team if we don’t know where he is. We can’t pressure him if we can’t initiate contact. He holds all the cards."

"He’s sixteen," Aizawa said flatly. "And alone in a foreign country."

"A sixteen-year-old who survived what should have been certain death, saved dozens of people in the process, and is now making calculated tactical decisions about his own safety." Nezu’s smile returned. "I’d say he’s more capable than most adults in his position."

"That doesn’t make it acceptable."

"No. But it does mean we need to approach this strategically rather than emotionally." Nezu turned to his computer. "Let me see what we can determine from the information we have."

His paws moved across the keyboard with surprising speed.

"International call. Payphone. Background sounds you mentioned .... motorbikes, vendors speaking what you thought might be Tagalog or another Southeast Asian language, bells chiming. The fact that he was a thousand kilometres away from Japan at sea ... Most likely picked up by a cargo ship on the Pacific ...."

Nezu’s eyes darted across the glowing monitors, his mind moving through variables faster than the computer could process the raw data.

"If he was found two days after the storm, a thousand kilometers out... and docked recently,"

Nezu pulled up a map. "Given the ocean currents, the timing of his rescue, and typical cargo routes of the Pacific primarily lead to three major hubs: Singapore, Kaohsiung, or The Philippines .. most likely the Philippines. Possibly Manila or another major port city."

"That’s still a massive search area," Aizawa said.

"Indeed. And we have no jurisdiction there. Even if we contacted local authorities, what would we tell them?"

Nezu chuckled.

"Forgive me Principal, but you seem awfully cheery in this situation."

"Why wouldn’t I be All Might? It’s not everyday I learn one of my students once thought dead is still alive." He stopped clicking his keyboard.

"Alright. I’ve gone through every possibility and with our current problem at hand, we need a different approach."

"What kind of approach?" Toshinori asked.

"One that gives him what he’s asking for while maintaining our responsibility to protect him." Nezu closed the map. "He’s right about the complications of returning. The media attention would be overwhelming. The HPSC would likely place him under restrictive surveillance. And the League... if they discover he survived, they will try again."

Aizawa frowned. "We can bring him back to the country quietly. For now, no one has to know."

Nezu shook his head. "True, but that won’t work for him."

"Why not?"

"Because after this incident, Young Akutami is no longer operating under the mindset of a student."

Nezu replied, his gaze fixing on the static image of a shipping route. "From your recount, I believe he has developed a profound ... and perhaps justified distrust of the system’s ability to keep those around him safe. If we tell him we are bringing him back to ’hide’ in the dorms or anywhere else in Japan, he will see it as nothing more than a change of cages. To him, the risk remains the same: as long as he is in Japan, the League has a focal point for their malice."

Nezu tapped a claw against his chin. "This child has an incredibly fierce sense of autonomy. Just like the sports festival, he has weighed the pros and cons of his situation and decided that his absence is a net positive for everyone he cares about. Keep in mind that Young Akutami came to the Hero Course from General Studies. He, just like many others also participated in the entrance exams but failed initially. However, barely a month later, he was able to take second in the sports festival."

Nezu’s smile faded somewhat. "With his ability to triumph over the Hero Course who have had longer time practicing and initially stronger quirks, it is no surprise that he has his own pride. That said, his mention of his desire to get stronger also points to a rather disturbing fact. That he doesn’t believe U.A can help him grow better than he can help himself."

"In this scenario, Unless we can solve the situation and prove otherwise, he would prefer to trust himself more than trust us."

All Night’s face turned grim. ’This ... This is bad.’

Aizawa didn’t look any better.

"However, ..."

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