MHA: The Honoured One

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Recklessness, often praised as courage or boldness, can be seen as the absence of foresight, where impulsive actions overshadow the consideration of consequences.

Is true freedom found in the willingness to throw caution to the wind, or is it, in fact, a form of bondage, a surrender to base instincts rather than a mindful embrace of one's autonomy?

To act without restraint is to challenge fate, but also to risk becoming a slave to chaos.

Is it possible for recklessness to lead to growth?

In the pursuit of greatness, can we be reckless, or must we find a balance between daring and wisdom to truly achieve mastery over our own lives?

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A few hours after the recent rouge villain.

The police station was cold. The kind of cold that wasn't just from the air conditioning, but from the atmosphere itself.

The walls were dull gray, the clock ticked too loudly, and the metal chair Gojo sat in was uncomfortable as hell.

"You should get better chairs"

He leaned back slightly, his arms crossed, his fingers tapping against his arm as he spoke nonchalantly.

Across from him, Officer Sukura sat with a file open, flipping through pages.

Ignoring his comments, for a long time, she said nothing. Then she let out a sigh.

"You do understand what you did was illegal, right?"

Gojo raised an eyebrow.

"I saved people. Thought that was a good thing."

"You used your Quirk in public without a license. You interfered with an active police operation. You nearly got yourself killed."

Gojo scoffed. "I didn't nearly get killed. I handled it."

"That's exactly the problem." She leaned forward, tapping the file.

"You're a kid who thinks he's untouchable. But I've seen what happens to kids like you. One day, you'll face someone faster. Stronger. Smarter.

And when that happens, you won't be walking away from it."

Gojo tilted his head as he clicked his tongue.

"Yeah? And if I didn't step in, you'd be filing two death reports instead of lecturing me."

Officer Sukura's jaw clenched. She stared at him for a moment, then shut the file. "Lucky for you, you're getting off with a warning, and a fine. Your records won't be clean after this either."

She stood up and left.

Gojo's smirk twitched as he looked annoyed. "Lucky me."

'Might as well have ignored it.. Who am I kidding, that was fun though.. Uncle will still most likely kill-"

The door opened, and in stepped his uncle, with a rough face and tired eyes but a slight smirk on his fave despite his exhausted look. He didn't look mad. Just… slightly amused.

"Get up," his uncle said simply.

Gojo stood, shoving his hands in his pockets as he followed him out.

"Did you get the pork" he asked

Gojo looked at him annoyed "Sorry, i was in the middle of-"

As they opened the doors to leave the station, reporters were already swarming outside, cameras flashing, voices overlapping.

"Sir! Was this vigilante work?"

"What do you have to say about the police's incompetence?"

"Young man, do you plan on becoming a Pro Hero?"

Gojo ran his fingers through his hair as he was about to speak, before being grabbed by the collar and dragged towards the car by his uncle.

"Heyy I was going to get famous." He whined

"And I was busy with construction work, till I had to pay off your fine."

Gojo scoffed and tuened his head to look out the window, when he caught sight of something on a nearby phone screen, a news headline:

"Mysterious Teen Saves Civilians With Unidentified Quirk. 'The Noble Ones Act?"

He clicked his tongue.

'The Noble One.. Who the Hell came up with that??'

He thought to himself with an irritated expression as they drove away.

Few hours later

Live News Broadcast – JNN Channel

"We have breaking news tonight as an unidentified young individual, believed to be a minor, intervened in an attempted hostage situation, using an unknown Quirk to subdue a dangerous villain."

The screen cut to shaky phone footage. The camera focused on Gojo.

First, the display of him with the bullets frozen midair infront of him, then cuts to another video showing his right hand forming a finger gun, a red orb of energy glowing at his fingertips.

Then, in an instant, the blast fired, striking the villain square in the head and sending him falling backwards before being shot from behind and collapsed forwards onto the ground.

The broadcast returned to the newsroom, where a reporter continued:

"Eyewitnesses claim the young man stepped in when it seemed like authorities were struggling to control the situation.

Some praise his courage, while others question whether this was reckless vigilante behavior.

As of now, police have taken him in for questioning, but many are already calling him a potential hero in the making.

We take you now to our panel of hero association, and law enforcement officers to give their thoughts on this incident—"

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A tall bulk hero stood with arms crossed, his intense gaze locked onto the television screen.

His flames flickered slightly, reflecting his inner thoughts.

"Hmph. Strong Quirk by the looks of it, and I suppose good enough instincts... but undisciplined,"

he muttered.

"If he had miscalculated, that girl and her mother could've been collateral damage."

A nearby sidekick hesitated before speaking. "Do you think he could be hero material?"

Endeavor didn't answer immediately. His eyes narrowed as he watched the footage replay.

"That depends on whether he learns to control that power… or lets it control him."

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Unknown Underground Location

In a dimly lit training facility, a woman with wild silver hair and a sharp, wolfish grin leaned against a wall, watching the broadcast.

She cracked her knuckles, her crimson eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Heh. Kid's got guts," she muttered.

The footage replayed, showing the red orb tearing through the air with sheer force to know the villain back.

She chuckled under her breath.

"Reminds me of myself at that age… Wonder if he can take a hit as well as he can throw one."

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U.A. High School – Principal Nezu's Office

Nezu sat at his desk, a cup of tea in hand, while Eraser Head leaned against the wall, with a book in his hand.

Another figure was present, standing just behind them, arms folded. The television in front of them replayed the incident.

Nezu chuckled.

"So, this is the kid you were talking about."

"Uh huh, that's the one"

Aizawa, or beter known as Eraser Head said in his deadpan, tired tone, while looking through a book.

"By the way, I'm expelling this year's hero course by the way"

"Quite the spectacle I must say. He froze the bullets midair without touching them somehow... then creates some sort of.."

Thats when Aizawas words caught up to him

"wait why you expel-.. nevermind" Nezu said as he shook his head in sad disappointment.

Eraser Head scoffed.

"Spectacle is one word for it. Reckless is another.

The kid seems strong, but he's got no control.

From what I saw, he acts on instinct, not discipline. That's how you get people killed."

Eraser Head turned toward the third figure. "Agree with me before Nezu gets ideas about this Kid."

The figure stepped forward, the dim light now revealing his unmistakable muscular build in his hero suit, blonde hair with a thoughtful expression.

He didn't answer at first, simply watching the slowed-down footage of Gojo's attack.

His brows furrowed slightly before he finally spoke.

"His heart was in the right place.. That much is undeniable."

His voice was calm but firm.

"But power without control is a disaster waiting to happen. You want to know my honest thoughts.. he seems very interesting."

Nezu's smile grew.

"Wonder if he'll do some thing reckless to end up on the news again"

"Ugh, You gave him ideas, All Might, you weren't supposed to do that."

Aizawa groaned hunched over as the now identified All Might and Nezu laughed.

"He's just a reckless kid."

Nezu hummed. "Yes. But so are many great heroes before they received proper training, and of course came here"

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At Kuon's Place

Gojo wiped his forehead, sweat already forming.

His uncle cracked his knuckles, taking another step forward, his eyes sharp and unreadable.

Both had marks on them, bruises from the training.

Although between the two, Gojo had the most, with mostly scratches and slight bruises on Koun.

"If you've got the power to stand up to villains, then you've got no excuse to be weak."

Gojo forced a smile, though one could tell he was annoyed as he rolling his shoulders.

"I. Am. Not. Weak.. I did take that guy down, y'know."

His uncle's fist blurred, faster than Gojo could dodge.

BOOM!

Gojo barely managed to concentrate to create Infinity in time, but the sheer force shook the air.

"You took down one low-level villain." His uncle's voice was cold, unwavering.

"And you almost lost control. Against someone stronger, you'd be dead."

Gojo's breath hitched, his smirk faltering.

His uncle lowered his fist.

"You want to play hero? Then fight like one. No holding back. Want to play show off, get strong enough thay no one can stand up to you."

The setting sun shone on their backyard, whats not just their teaining ground, as silence filled the air. Gojo exhaled slowly, clenching his fists.

Then he grinned.

"Alright. Let's see if you can hit me this time."

A red energy draining from the air, becoming visible on the tip of his fingers.

"You're 15 years to young to challenge me boy."

His uncle replied in a rough tone as he smiled menacingly, his quirk activating, the recent hits gojo landed on him.

The slight bruises healing as his muscles seemed to bulge slightly.

Their afternoon consisted sounds of grunting, slamming. Their training becoming more intense at it continued.

Gojos hand directed at Koun, the red energy orb on his fingers pointed at him.

"Limitless: Red!"

He yelled at Koun as the attack was about to be launched.

Meanwhile energy ran through out the older man arms, it glowing green and purple under his skin.

He pulled his arm back for what could be a powerful punch directed at Gojo.

The grins stretching across their faces as their training turned more into a fighting match.

This fight might be the first of many where Koun might have to start taking him seriously.

But oh, how fun it would be.

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