Four years have quickly passed by since our hero, Goku, had parted ways with his new friends, Rias and co., and moved on to new, different adventures. Receiving additional training from Kame-sen'nin, participating in his first World Martial Arts Tournament, and rediscovering the Four-Star Dragon Ball… gifted to him by his late Grandfather…
Meanwhile, in Musutafu, Japan. An important meeting occurs at U.A. Highschool, conference room number three, midday…
Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi, a valued, trusted policeman among many heroes, stood before the attending school staff, preparing to read off the disclosure gifted to him from headquarters. Sitting around him were five high-ranking individuals among the society of superheroes: The current Symbol Of Peace, All Might; U.A.'s principle, Nezu; Pro Hero Snipe; Pro Hero Midnight; and Pro Hero Vlad King.
Roughly 24 hours ago, barely even, Class 1-A and two, presently hospitalized, instructors were attacked by a large-scale posse of invading villains, including a formidable creature with multiple quirks known as a Nomu…
Presently, in this meeting, the ranking teachers were discussing the aftermath and all possible solutions in preventing such a tragedy from occurring again…
"The one called Shigaraki… his quirk allows him to disintegrate quite literally anything he touches. We've been through the list of men in their twenties and thirties in the quirk registry… with no luck, unfortunately. Nothing's turned up on the 'Warp Gate' user, Kurogiri, either." He frowned, returning his attention to the Pro Heroes before him. "Neither is registered, and both are using aliases. Their quirks aren't on record, making them members of the criminal underworld."
Snipe let out a disappointed sigh from underneath his tan, custom fitted hero gas mask. "So you're saying we know next to nothing… I reckon we oughta learn fast, or the leader of those varmints, Shigaraki… his wounds will heal and he'll be back again."
"Leader, huh…" A skinny man with angular features and long limbs responded, his brow deeply furrowed as he spoke. He had yellow, spiky, disheveled hair with two bangs framing at the sides of his face. His long neck stretched out from his suit like what one would imagine a comedic dinosaur, and his eyebrows were completely absent. Though his real form looked rather pathetic… his true powers, hidden underneath, were something else entirely…
"What is it, All Might?" Principle Nezu asked, taking notice of the Pro Hero's quite yet troubled look. The hero, All Might, could still visibly reimagine the attack, over and over again, that nearly cost his students their lives, and his chosen successor.
"It's just that nothing about this feels normal. It was an especially daring attack, and not just in the malicious planning!" He turned to face his comrades, frustrated. "He started going on about some ridiculous, nonsensical ideology, and although he didn't say anything about his own quirk… he was shooting his mouth off, bragging about that guy nomu's quirk."
The surprise attack, coordinated by Shigaraki and his deranged acolytes, had caught practically... no... all of U.A. with their pants down, promoting the press and public, both, to began immediate questioning of the safety and effectiveness of the superhero school. All might, more so than anyone, was vastly aware of this growing predicament and what it could mean for the future of their superhuman society as a whole.
"And when things didn't go his way? He started throwing a tantrum!" He placed his fingers up under his chin, suddenly, pondering. "Well… I guess the business about the quirks was meant to provoke me…"
Principle Nezu, a small white animal humanoid, frowned too, deeply perplexed about the matter himself. "Even so, it seems especially foolish in a battle against heroes to reveal one's quirks and waste the element of surprise."
"Spouting a plausible yet deluded ideology, bragging about the toy he brought along, and simply thinking everything would go his way… if we think about how the attack was carried out, it seems clear that this Shigaraki character couldn't quite hide his childish nature. That sense that he can do whatever he so pleases. He's a man-child."
"A kid with too much power, you're saying?!" Shouted Vlad King, shocked by All Might's statement.
Midnight frowned while sitting up in her seat. "Maybe he never received general quirk counseling in elementary school…"
"So?!" He unintentionally interrupted her, simply upset over the matter. "Why would that matter anyways?!"
"We apprehended a total of 72 villains at USJ just the other day." Detective Tsukauchi decided to add his two-cents, catching the heroes' attention. "They were all just back-alley thugs, but the real question is why so many of them would even agree to follow this 'man-child', as you've so adequately put it, All Might." Everyone continued listening in to the detective's cautionary warning.
"Nowadays our society is saturated with heroes. So maybe small-time villains like them, who always get kicked around, are drawn in by that sort of pure, unaffected evil. Remember, there's lots of people who just can't control their quirks, I guess." He smiled, trying not to darken the mood too much. "Anyways, thanks to you heroes, we can focus on our investigation. We'll expand our search and devote our efforts to apprehending the perpetrators."
"A man-child, huh…" U.A.'s principle sighed, saddened. "In one way he's a lot like our own students. He has potential to grow… if only he had a proper mentor to follow…"
Midnight tried flashing one of her beautiful smiles to cheer up the little guy, but even she felt down as well. "It's difficult to think about these things, principle."
"Well, for one thing," Detective Tsukauchi nodded towards All Might, "if you three teachers, back at USJ, hadn't put your lives on the line… the students wouldn't have made it out unscathed."
Despite the distressing talks, All Might finally cracked a smile. "You've got one thing wrong, Tsukauchi. In that fight, the students put their lives on the line too! To be thrown into a real life battle so young, and survive… now these first-years know how scary the big bad world can be." Suddenly, he stood up. "Have you ever heard of such a class?! Those foolish villains picked the wrong fight! Because the members of class 1-A are going to be mighty heroes indeed! And I'm going to make sure of it!"
The conference meeting shortly ended afterwards, and everyone returned to their prior occupations… say for one individual, specifically. Roaming the halls of the large, spacious high school, All Might continued to mindlessly walk around and think to himself, wondering what he should do next…
He wanted to protect his students, but not in a way that'd simply impede on their learning or growth as the incoming generation of modern heroes…
"Wait just a second…!" Suddenly, a random thought occurred to him, and he took out his cell phone to call up an old friend. He looked outside the hallway window, basking in the orange sunlight as the cellular device continued to ring in his ear, connecting.
"Kame house, Launch speaking!" To his surprise, suddenly, a young female answered the phone.
A bit taken aback at the presence of a female at the old man's home, All Might plugged forward and continued to speak. "Y-Yes, hello. Is Master Roshi present? If it's not too much to ask, I'd like to have a few words with him…" Having known the turtle hermit for years, All Might was quite familiar with the Old Man's tenacity as a ridiculously powerful warrior, but that he was also an inexcusable pervert, obsessed over women.
"Oh, and may I ask who's speaking?" She responded, incredibly innocent sounding.
All Might smiled, suddenly remembering the good old days of when he trained under his many masters as a regular, diligent trainee. Now, he had his very own students to teach and take care of…
There was the bubbly sweetheart, Ochako Uraraka; the strict class representative, Tenya Iida; the frog girl with a big heart, Tsuyu Asui; the energetic and fun class clown, Mina Ashido; the flamboyant spectacle, Yuga Aoyama; the candy powered muscleman, Rikido Sato; the quiet nature caller, Koji Koda; the brave hardhead, Eijiro Kirishima; the ecstatic goofball, Denki Kaminari; the cold and quiet iceman, Shoto Todoroki. The dark raven himself, Fumikage Tokoyami; the flex seal hero, Hanta Sero; the rock and roll gal with a killer apparel, Kyoka Jiro; the talented multitasker, Mezo Shoji; the talented leader and craftsman, Momo Yaoyorozu; the purple perv, Minoru Mineta; the invisible girl, Tooru Hagakure; the destructive madman, Katsuki Bakugou; the blazing swordsman princess from another country, Stella Vermillion; and of course, the inheritor of One For All, and future symbol of peace… Izuku Midoriya.
These students were the future protectors of this scary world… and, for now, he'd give it his all to keep them safe from serious danger…
"Tell him that Toshinori Yagi wants to talk. Gran Torino tells me that he's trained a new student recently..."
Class 1A, the very next day…
Iida stood before his classmates, madly waving his hands in odd, sporadic chopping movements. He was a tall and muscular young man with black hair and rectangular half-rim glasses, which all went perfectly together with his serious, sometimes annoying demeanor. "Everyone!" He yelled. "Morning homeroom's about to begin. To your seats!"
"Uh, dude," Sero scratched his head, "we're all sitting. You're the only one up. That's why… hey, what's up with extra desk, guys?" Unlike Iida, Sero was tall, but much, much leaner. He had dark hair with spiked ends, black, almond shaped eyes, and large teeth that dominated his unique, trademark grin.
His inquiry was completely ignored. Suddenly, the classroom's sliding door opened and a mummified being walked inside the room. "Morning, students." His voice was muffled from underneath the copious amounts of medical bandaging covering him from head to toe, entirely, say his long black hair.
["You're back already, Aizawa Sensei?!"] Everyone screamed together, totally shocked. During the USJ incident, Aizawa Sensei, also known by his Pro Hero name: Eraserhead, was severely injured in the encounter with the Nomu quirk user. The fact he was here, despite having not fully recovered, was amazing.
"What an undeniable Pro!" Kirishima laughed, utterly amazed. The boisterous classmate, who worshiped the very concept of manliness, greatly appreciated their instructor's unyielding tenacity. Kirishima donned spiky red hair and a light scar just above his right eye. His mouth was full of razor sharp, pointed teeth, resembling that of a Great White Shark's.
"Glad to see you doing well, Sensei!" Iida shouted as he returned to his seat. Meanwhile, Aizawa Sensei, however, just barely manage to wobble himself up to class podium, shaking.
"If you can call that 'doing well'…" Uraraka commentated, nervous that her teacher might accidently fall and hurt himself even more, especially given his current state. She was a young girl of short height and petite build, with fair skin that was actively prone to sudden, random blushing, big round, brown eyes, and shoulder-length hair of the exact same color.
"My welfare isn't important," he spoke up, then got himself in position to face the class, eyes slanted in a serious manner, "because your fight is far from over."
"Our fight?" Questioned a ticked-off looking Bakugou. One of the toughest members of the class, he had ash blonde, spiky hair, sharp red eyes, and a nasty personality to go with it all. Unlike his fellow classmates, he wore his clothing in a rather baggy, uncaring-like attire.
"Don't tell me…" A rather plain-looking student, Midoriya, paled. The secret wielder of One For All, and All Might's future, chosen successor, Midoriya had round dark-green eyes, messy dark green hair with dark shadows, and four symmetrical freckles on both cheeks, underneath his big, kind eyes.
"More villains?!" Mineta shrieked, covering his bubbly head in fear. Known for being a massive pervert, he was the tiniest person in class. He had a big head with large eyes and hair resembling oversized purple grapes.
"No." Aizawa Sensei interrupted them. "U.A.'s sports festival is fast approaching!"
["That's so totally ordinary!"] Everyone shouted, surprised again.
"Sensei," Stella stood up from her chair, "are the higher ups really sure about this?! We were just attacked by the villains! Wouldn't putting on a sports festival be incredibly risky at the moment?!" Feisty, hot-blooded, and quick to anger, Stella Vermillion was a beautiful overseas transfer student of average height with pearly white skin and ruby-red eyes. She had long crimson hair tied into twin tails, a bewitching body with large breasts, voluptuous figure, and a fiery attitude that could even rival Bakugou's moods on a bad day.
"That's the thinking, apparently," her instructor answered, calmly, "it's necessary. To demonstrate that U.A.'s crisis management protocols are sound, compared to past years, there'll be five times the police presence. Anyhow, our sports festival is the greatest opportunity you, students, will get. It's not an event that can be cancelled over a few villains."
Behind Midoriya, Mineta was quaking in his boots. "Y-You sure about that?"
Confused, Midoriya turned around to face his nervous classmate. "Mineta… are you telling me you've never seen U.A.'s sports festival?!"
"O-Of course I have. That's not what I mean…"
"Listen up." Eraserhead interrupted him. "Our sports festival is one of Japan's biggest events! The Olympics were once the world's sports festival, the whole country would be whipped into a frenzy over them. But as you now know, that tradition has shrunk in scale to a shell of its former self… and as far as Japan's concerned, what's replaced the Olympics are the World Martial Arts Tournament and the U.A. Sports Festival!"
"The nation's top heroes will all be watching, right?" Suddenly, Yaoyorozu spoke up. "They'll be there as scouts!" Regarded by many to be the prettiest girl in class, next to Stella, Yaoyorozu had a mature physique for someone her age. She also had cat shaped, dark eyes, and long black hair. Her unique hairstyle was tied into a spiky ponytail, and she has bangs on the right side of her face.
Kaminari glanced over at his seat-mate, Jiro, with a wide grin. "They'll be looking to hire us as sidekicks after we graduate. That's how it's done." One of the wildcards of the group, considering how unstable his electrical powers sometimes turned out, he had blonde hair with a black lightning-shaped streak and small, thin eyebrows.
Jiro shrugged, then laughed. "And a lot of those sidekicks never manage to go solo. They're sidekicks forever. That'll be you, Kaminari, you dunce." Like Uraraka, she was a petite, slender girl. She had fair skin, triangular eyes, and short purple hair with asymmetric bangs. She also had lavender colored streaks that resemble sound waves on both sides of her head.
"TCH! Why'd you have to go and say all that?!" He groaned, annoyed. She like to pick on him.
"Naturally, you'll gain valuable experience and popularity if you're picked up by a big-name hero." Their teacher continued. "But your time is limited. Show the pros what you're made of here, and you'll all make futures for yourselves." As he spoke, everyone drew in, inspired by his impactful advice. "This happens once a year… so you've got three chances. If you're hoping to become a hero, this is an event you can't miss."
An event I can't miss… Those words echoed in Midoriya's head as he stared at his teacher, nervous for the major upcoming event ahead…
"That being said, you guys are gonna have extra competition in Class 1A as well," though they couldn't tell from the bandages covering his face, everyone swore that Eraserhead was suddenly grinning, "because we've got an incoming transfer student today… a recommendation from All Might himself."
["What?!"] Everyone screamed, surprised by the sudden news.
"So that's why we have an extra desk, I knew it!"
"Wait, we've got a transfer student now, even after what just happened at USJ!?"
"This is someone recommended by All Might?! Holy crap!"
Midoriya, suddenly, felt himself tense up. A transfer student… All Might said nothing about this...!"
Eraserhead turned around to face the doorway, then called out: "Alrighty, come on in."
Following his instructions, the door opened and a young man, showing not even a slight hint of nervousness, entered the large classroom. He politely closed the door behind him, then made his way next to the bandaged Aizawa and faced the class, beaming with a great big smile.
"Would you kindly introduce yourself to your new classmates?"
He was short—physically taller than Mineta, however, but still not by much—and very noticeably built for someone of his stature. His black hair was utterly ridiculous, jetting out to the sides like several long, curved blades; and he wore the regular school uniform, but instead of a backpack, he donned a custom, tied cylinder carrying an orange pole; and lastly, his most noticeable feature, and likely his quirk, was a long brown tail that wiggled from his behind.
"Hey, it's me, Goku!"
Their teacher chuckled, then faced the collectively shocked and intrigued class himself. "He might not be the cleverest soul, as you can probably tell, but this is Son Goku, fifteen years old, and, starting from today, he'll be your new classmate… and a fair warning, everyone, he's pretty damn strong."
A new chapter?! Brand new characters (not really)?! And a whole new journey?! Wait, but what have Rias and the others been doing these last four years?! Will Goku and Deku become best friends?! Hold onto your butts, folks, cause a new chapter in our story unfolds with the upcoming U.A. Sports Festival! Tune in next time for Goku's brand new adventure in "Gotta Heed The Call Of Magic Dragon Balls!"