Resurgence: From the ashes we shall arise!

(A/N) another error from my part, Aizawa is supposed to be in U.A now instead of already being a hero. It was because I thought only older and more experienced guys could teach, not 28yo's... 

Thus, I decided to make Aizawa much older when canon rolls. Plus, the dorms are made before the villain attack.

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"... in the end, he didn't relent," Teikei finished reporting the whole ordeal to Takeda, sweat still pouring from his forehead from the pressure exerted by the man. His voice was steady, but the tension in the room was palpable, the weight of their situation pressing down on all of them.

Takeda sat in silence for a moment, his expression unreadable as he processed the information. On one hand, the Uzumaki were undoubtedly masters of seals, their expertise unparalleled. If nurtured, the boy could be an invaluable asset, capable of achieving miracles like the one that had brought them to this strange world. But on the other hand, the kid was unrelenting, his loyalty to his clan and his refusal to cooperate making him a difficult—if not impossible—ally to win over. It was understandable, of course. His entire clan had been hunted like animals, and trust was not something he would give easily.

The room was quiet, the only sound the faint rustle of leaves outside the cave and the occasional drip of water from the damp walls. Aiko broke the silence, her voice tinged with desperation. "What do we do now? I mean, I don't see how we return without him. Even summons aren't responding."

Her words hung in the air, a stark reminder of their predicament. They were stranded in a world that wasn't their own, cut off from their villages, their allies, and even their summons. The situation seemed hopeless, but Takeda's next words cut through the despair like a blade.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair before hanging his head slightly. "That's alright," he said, his voice calm but firm. "There's still hope for us."

The two shinobi turned to him, their expressions a mix of confusion and cautious optimism. Aiko's brow furrowed, while Teikei's sharp eyes narrowed, both waiting for him to elaborate. After all, it was highly unusual for the kid to cooperate if they didn't find the heir. And speaking of the baby, there was no information about him—no trace, no leads. It was as if he had vanished into thin air, taking with him any potential leverage they might have had.

As Takeda lifted his head, he saw the confused gazes of his team. His eyebrow twitched slightly, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You forgot there's a bunch of seal masters alive after the teleportation, didn't you?"

The words hung in the air for a moment before sinking in. Teikei's lips curled into a feral grin, his earlier frustration replaced by a spark of excitement. Aiko, on the other hand, let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing as the weight of their situation seemed to lighten.

"Of course," Teikei said, his voice low and eager. "If we can track down one of the others, we might still have a shot at getting back."

Aiko nodded, her expression thoughtful. "But how do we find them? We don't even know where we are, let alone where they might be."

Takeda leaned back, his smirk widening. "We start with what we know. The teleportation was a massive Fuinjutsu, and the chakra signatures of those involved would have left traces. If we can track those traces, we might be able to find one of the seal masters. And once we do..." He trailed off, his gaze sharp and calculating, the unspoken implication hanging heavy in the air.

Teikei's grin widened, his bloodthirsty nature coming to the forefront. "We make them work. One way or another."

Aiko shot him a tired look but didn't argue. They were shinobi, after all, and desperate times called for desperate measures. If finding a seal master was their only hope of returning home, then they would do whatever it took. Still, the thought of forcing someone to cooperate didn't sit well with her, even if she knew what their earlier mission was.

Takeda stood, his presence commanding as he addressed his team. "We move at first light. Teikei, go to the teleportation site and inspect any faint traces of chakra resembling that of the Uzumaki's. Their chakra is distinct—it shouldn't be too hard to pick up if you focus. Aiko, you're with me. We'll need to stay low and avoid drawing attention while gathering information. This world might not have shinobi, but that doesn't mean it's without its dangers."

The two nodded, their earlier despair replaced by a renewed sense of purpose. They might be stranded, but they weren't defeated. Not yet.

Teikei cracked his knuckles, his grin still plastered across his face. "Finally, something to do. I was starting to get bored sitting around in this dump."

Aiko rolled her eyes but didn't comment. Instead, she turned to Takeda, her expression serious. "What's the plan if we run into trouble? We don't know the capabilities of the people in this world. For all we know, they could have their own version of shinobi—or worse."

Takeda's smile didn't falter. "We adapt. If they're strong, we avoid them. If they're weak, we use them. Either way, we don't engage unless absolutely necessary. Our priority is finding a seal master, not starting a war."

Aiko nodded, though her unease was still evident. She wasn't as reckless as Teikei, and the thought of navigating an unknown world with unknown dangers was far from comforting. But she trusted Takeda's judgment—mostly. He had gotten them this far, after all.

Teikei leaned against the house wall beside the window, his arms crossed as he stared out into the streets below. "You know," he said, his voice low but carrying a hint of amusement, "this might not be so bad. A new world, new enemies, new challenges... It's almost exciting."

Aiko shot him a glare. "Speak for yourself. I'd rather be back home, where I know what to expect."

Takeda chuckled, the sound dark and humorless. "Home isn't an option right now. So we make the best of what we've got. And if we play our cards right, we might just find a way back."

They might be strangers in a strange land, but they were shinobi. And shinobi didn't give up—not without a fight.

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In a hill surrounded by a dense forest, sat the U.A. Hero Academy, a symbol of hope and vigilance over Musutafu City. Within one of its many offices resided the director who oversaw the academy, Director Nezu. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the occasional clink of Nezu's teacup as he sipped his tea.

In front of him sat Eichi, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp and calculating. All Might stood nearby, his towering presence filling the room, though Eichi couldn't help but think the man was just hyperactive. The contrast between the two figures was striking—one a small, unassuming creature with an air of quiet authority, the other a larger-than-life hero radiating energy and enthusiasm.

"So, this is the young troublemaker," Nezu said, his voice calm but laced with curiosity as he set his teacup down. His beady eyes fixed on Eichi, seemingly piercing through the boy's defenses as if reading him like an open book.

All Might nodded enthusiastically, his booming voice filling the room. "Of course! This young man, while still a child, is highly skilled. However, due to certain... circumstances, he finds himself in a bit of a predicament. But! There is also—"

While All Might continued his enthusiastic monologue, Nezu's gaze never wavered from Eichi. The boy, for his part, held his ground, his own gaze steady and unrelenting as he met Nezu's stare head-on. It was a silent battle of wills, neither willing to back down.

He's suspicious of me, Eichi thought. Unlike his earlier appearance as a red-haired child soldier clad in tactical gear, Eichi now wore a simple set of clothes—jeans and a black T-shirt—with his hair dyed black to blend in more easily. The only thing that remained unchanged was the scar running horizontally across his mouth. He had opted against using a transformation jutsu, knowing the enemy had a sensor among them, and instead relied on a more traditional disguise.

As All Might finished his monologue, Nezu smiled, turning to the buff hero. "Thank you, Mr. All Might. Don't worry about the child; leave him to me." His tone was polite, but there was an edge to his words that didn't go unnoticed. "However, from what I've read in the file sent to me by the Hero Association, his background is rather... suspicious, I must say."

This time, Nezu's gaze shifted back to Eichi, his smile never faltering. "After all, it was mere days after the incident. I suppose I have the right to be suspicious."

Contrary to his words, Nezu already had a good idea of who Eichi was. As a renowned strategist with an extensive network of information, he had pieced together enough to form a clear picture. The file describing Eichi as a highly talented individual with strength beyond the norm—or rather, a "Quirk"—hadn't appeared out of thin air. Nezu knew how to read between the lines, and he had already begun to connect the dots.

Hearing Nezu's words, All Might tensed slightly, but he finally let out a long sigh, the weight he held on to since his he bought cloths for Eichi. "Alright, alright. Sorry for lying to you. But I don't need to remind you that this information is not something to be shared lightly."

Nezu chuckled, sipping his tea once more. "Don't worry, I'm not judging you. Now, old friend, why don't you attend to your duties? I know more than anyone the amount of tasks you shoulder, right?"

All Might nodded in appreciation, his usual smile returning as he turned to leave. "Take care of him, Nezu. He's a good kid." With that, he exited the room, leaving Eichi and Nezu alone.

The silence that followed was heavy, the air thick with unspoken tension. Eichi, for his part, was still processing everything that had happened in the past few days. It felt as though time had sped up while he was asleep, leaving him disoriented and on edge.

Several minutes passed, and Eichi had had enough of Nezu's silent scrutiny. He placed his legs on the empty chair across from him and spoke, his tone antagonistic. "Alright, what's your deal now? Aren't you supposed to greet me or something?"

Nezu, having already read Eichi's character from their brief interaction, didn't take offense. Instead, he chuckled, a long and joyful sound that only seemed to irritate Eichi further. "Sorry if I came across as antagonizing, but I must say, you are quite intriguing, Eichi-san."

"Really now? Should I feel honored?" Eichi retorted, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Of course," Nezu replied, his smile never wavering. "Think of it as you will. But for now, I'd like to know the basics about you."

Eichi sighed, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair. "Eichi Uzuchi, 14 years old. Strength Quirk and knowledge of throwing projectiles and blade combat. Is that enough?"

While Eichi knew Nezu had likely already figured him out, he wasn't about to divulge more than necessary. As a shinobi, he understood the importance of playing his cards close to his chest. Until he was certain of Nezu's intentions and the extent of his knowledge, he wouldn't reveal anything more—especially not his family name.

Nezu smirked, clearly amused by Eichi's guarded response. "Nice to meet you again, Eichi-san. I am Nezu, director of U.A. Academy. You can call me Mr. Director if you'd like."

Before Eichi could respond, Nezu slid a card and a box across the desk toward him. 

Eichi's eyes twitched slightly. These past few days, he had been interrupted more times than in his entire life back home.

"This," Nezu said, pointing to the card displaying Eichi's photo and information, "is your U.A. student identification card. And this," he gestured to the brown box beside it, "contains your cover story, national identification card, and information about our education system and laws."

Eichi frowned. If Nezu had prepared all of this, it meant he already knew Eichi's true origins—or at least suspected them. The director's calm demeanor and meticulous preparation only confirmed Eichi's suspicions. Nezu wasn't just a figurehead; he was a strategist, and Eichi was now a piece on his board.

As Eichi picked up the student card, he read it aloud. "Eichi Uzuchi, 14, O+, Class C-1... huh." He huffed, a pang of irritation flickering across his face. Being placed in a class of "nobodies" didn't sit well with him. Back in his academy days, he had been at the top of his class, a prodigy among shinobi. This felt like a step down.

Placing the student card aside, he opened the box. Inside were two stacks of papers, one containing his new identity and the other detailing the laws and education system of this world. He picked up the yellow national identification card and tucked it into his jeans beside the student card.

As he skimmed through the first page of his cover story, he muttered under his breath, "Born and raised in Tsurui, Hokkaido. Guess they're using some backwater village as a cover for my lack of knowledge, huh?" He had memorized the geography of the area after the autopsy attack and knew Hokkaido was the least populated region—a perfect place to fabricate a backstory.

Nezu didn't comment on Eichi's muttering, instead continuing to observe him with that same calculating gaze. As Eichi finished reading, a knock sounded at the door.

"Come in," Nezu called.

The door opened, and a girl stepped inside. She looked to be a year or two older than Eichi, with purple hair and a smile so bright it made Eichi squint.

Eichi, for his part, remained seated, his expression unreadable, eyes almost shut, as if they were clouded and dull.

"Ah, perfect timing!" Nezu said, his cheerful tone a stark contrast to the tension that had filled the room moments earlier. "Eichi-san, this is one of our top students, Kaina Tsutsumi. Kaina, this is Eichi Uzuchi, a new student who will be joining Class C-1."

Kaina's smile widened as she stepped forward, extending a hand toward Eichi. "Nice to meet you, Eichi! Welcome to U.A.!"

Eichi glanced at her hand but made no move to shake it. Instead, he gave a curt bow of his head, his tone flat. "Nice to meet you as well."

Kaina didn't seem fazed by his lack of enthusiasm. If anything, her smile only grew brighter. "I heard you're joining Class C-1. That's great! I'm in Class B, but I'm sure we'll run into each other a lot. U.A. isn't as big as it seems once you get used to it."

Eichi raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "Great. Can't wait."

Nezu chuckled, clearly enjoying the interaction. "Kaina here is one of our most diligent students. She's also part of the student council, so she'll be able to help you get settled in. Consider her your guide for the time being."

Eichi's eyes narrowed slightly, his suspicion evident. "I don't need a babysitter."

Kaina laughed, her tone light and friendly. "Don't worry, I'm not here to babysit. Think of me more like... a friendly face in a new place. U.A. can be overwhelming at first, but you'll get the hang of it."

Eichi didn't respond, his gaze shifting back to Nezu. "Is this really necessary? I can handle myself."

Nezu's smile didn't waver. "Of course you can, Eichi-san. But even the most capable individuals can benefit from a little guidance. Miss Kaina is here to help you navigate the social aspects of U.A., which, I assure you, are just as important as the academic and practical ones."

Eichi sighed, clearly unimpressed but unwilling to argue further. "Alright fine, just do your thing."

Kaina clapped her hands together, her enthusiasm undiminished. "Great! I'll show you around the campus and introduce you to some of the teachers and students. Don't worry, I'll make sure you feel right at home."

Eichi muttered under his breath, "Fuck me sideways."

Nezu stood, his tone final. "Excellent. Kaina, please take Eichi to the dormitories and help him get settled. Eichi, if you have any questions or concerns, don't hesitate to reach out to the teachers or Kaina. We're here to help."

Eichi stood as well, slinging the box of documents under his arm. "Yeah, sure. Thanks."

As Kaina led Eichi out of the office, Nezu watched them go, his expression thoughtful. Once the door closed behind them, he leaned back in his chair, his smile fading slightly. "Interesting," he murmured to himself. "Very interesting."

But for now, he had other matters to attend to. With a sigh, he reached for his phone and dialed a number. "Yes, this is Nezu. Could you send someone to remove the chairs from my office? Yes, all of them. Thank you."

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Outside the office, Kaina chatted animatedly as they walked down the hallway. "So, Eichi, where are you from? I heard you're from Hokkaido. That's so cool! I've never been there, but I've heard it's beautiful."

Eichi kept his responses short, his tone curt. "Yeah. It's fine." 

He was Slightly irritated as it seems information about him started to spread already, which in on itself was pretty annoying.

Kaina didn't seem deterred. "What about your Quirk? Teach' mentioned you're really strong. That's awesome! What can you do?"

Eichi's jaw tightened, his patience wearing thin. "It's nothing special. Just strength."

Kaina nodded, her smile never faltering. "That's still amazing! You'll have to show me sometime. I bet you'll do great in the practical exams."

Eichi didn't respond, his mind already elsewhere. He wasn't here to make friends or impress anyone. He had a mission, and he wasn't about to let himself get distracted by small talk or bright smiles.

As they turned a corner, Kaina gestured toward a set of double doors. "This is the main courtyard. It's a great place to relax between classes. Oh, and over there is the gym—"

Eichi cut her off, his tone sharp. "Look, I appreciate the tour, but I don't need a play-by-play of every building on campus. Just show me where I'm staying, and we can call it a day."

Kaina blinked, momentarily taken aback by his bluntness, but she quickly recovered, her smile softening. "Right. Of course. The dormitories are this way."

As they continued walking, Eichi couldn't help but feel a pang of irritation. This place, these people—they were so different from what he was used to. Back home, life was simpler. You trained, you survived, and you didn't waste time on pointless pleasantries. But here, it seemed like everyone was obsessed with smiles and small talk.

However, his thoughts led him to his childhood, where he was allways arguing with Tajima about his attitude, now look at how the tables turned, his mouth upped a little.

Still, as much as he hated to admit it, he knew he had to play along—for now. Nezu was watching him, and so were others. He couldn't afford to draw too much attention to himself. Not yet.

As they approached the dormitories, Kaina turned to him, her expression earnest. "I know this is all a lot to take in, but you're not alone, Eichi. If you ever need anything, just let me know."

Eichi met her gaze, his expression unreadable. "Thanks a lot."

Kaina nodded, her smile returning. "I'm sure you will. Welcome to U.A., Eichi."

Kaina led Eichi to the dormitory building, her cheerful demeanor undiminished despite his lack of enthusiasm. The building was modern and well-maintained, with large windows that let in plenty of natural light. Eichi couldn't help but notice how different it was from the austere, utilitarian barracks he was used to. This place felt... soft. Comfortable. It was almost unsettling.

"Here we are!" Kaina announced as they reached the entrance. "This is Heights Alliance, the dormitory for U.A. students. It's where you'll be living for the foreseeable future. Pretty cool, right?"

Eichi glanced at the building, his expression neutral. "Yeah. Awesome."

Kaina chuckled, clearly used to his curt responses by now. "Come on, I'll show you to your room. You're on the second floor, in the Class C-1 wing."

They entered the building, and Eichi was immediately struck by the warmth of the interior. The common area was spacious, with comfortable-looking couches, a large TV, and a kitchenette. A few students were scattered around, chatting or studying, but they barely glanced up as Eichi and Kaina passed through.

As they climbed the stairs to the second floor, Kaina continued her commentary. "The dorms are co-ed, but don't worry—each floor has separate wings for boys and girls. Your room is in the boys' wing, obviously. Oh, and there's a curfew, but it's not too strict. Just make sure you're back by 10 PM on weekdays and midnight on weekends."

Eichi didn't respond, his attention focused on taking in his surroundings. The hallway was clean and well-lit, with doors spaced evenly along the walls. Each door had a nameplate, and Eichi's eyes flicked to them as they passed. He noted the names but didn't linger, his mind already calculating potential escape routes and hiding spots, which were none if he did not take into account the two exits on opposite side.

Finally, they reached a door with a nameplate that read "Eichi Uzuchi." Kaina gestured to it with a flourish. "And here we are! Your new home away from home."

Eichi stared at the door for a moment before reaching out and turning the handle. The room inside was modest but comfortable, with a bed, a desk, a closet, and a small window that looked out over the campus. It was... nice. Too nice, in Eichi's opinion. He wasn't used to having his own space, let alone one that felt so... normal.

Kaina stepped inside after him, her hands clasped behind her back as she surveyed the room. "What do you think? It's not much, but it's cozy, right?"

Eichi set the box of documents on the desk and glanced around. "It's great."

Kaina smiled, clearly pleased. "Great! I'll let you get settled in. If you need anything, just let me know. Oh, and dinner's at 7 PM in the common area. It's a good chance to meet your classmates."

Eichi nodded, though his expression made it clear he had no intention of attending. "Yeah. Thanks a lot."

Kaina hesitated for a moment, as if debating whether to say more, but ultimately decided against it. "Alright, I'll leave you to it. Welcome again, to U.A., Eichi."

With that, she turned and left, closing the door softly behind her. Eichi stood in the middle of the room, the silence pressing in on him. He took a deep breath, his sharp eyes scanning every corner of the room. It was clean, almost sterile, and it felt... wrong. Too quiet. Too safe.

He walked over to the window and peered outside. The campus sprawled out below him, a maze of buildings and pathways. Somewhere out there, Nezu was watching. Somewhere out there, the Kiri-nin and his team were lurking. And somewhere out there, the heir was hidden, waiting to be found.

Eichi's jaw tightened as he turned away from the window. He didn't have time to waste on dorm rooms and dinner plans. He had a plan, and he wasn't about to let himself get comfortable.

He opened the box of documents and began sorting through them, his mind already allocating space for plans and contingencies. The room might be his for now, but it wasn't home. It never would be.