A/N: I am reposting this chapter because after re-reading it a couple times, I felt like the funeral and the ending scene could've used a little more meat. Felt kinda rushed and uninteresting. I hope this is a little better. Thank you all. Much love! Sorry for my crappy writing!

Opening Song:

"Reviver" – My First Story

UA High.

8:00 A.M.

Gohan shuffled in his chair, his hands interlaced on his lap. He did his best not to stare at the two boys sitting directly in front of him as they waited to be called into the conference room with the rest of the Entrance Exam judges, but he couldn't help but notice that one of the boys was staring at him. The blonde's face rested on his hands, his indigo eyes were glued onto him unblinkingly, even as the door to the conference room opened and slammed shut.

A pint sized student stormed out angrily.

"Stupid school," he said with a heavy lisp, wiping away angry tears with the back of his tiny arm. "Who cares about being a hero, anyway."

"Whoa," Gohan said. "They even let little kids take the exam?"

"I'm not a little kid, Stupid, I'm your age," the boy shouted angrily.

"Oh… sorry."

"Just shut up before I punch you in the balls!"

Gohan watched as he stormed off down the hall. He glanced back up at the two remaining boys, with a puzzled look.

"Poor Mineta," the raven-haired guy said, shaking his head. "If only he'd focused more on the exam and less on the girls, he might've actually made it in."

"…so…" Gohan said, breaking the tension between the three of them. "You guys got rejected, too?"

"Oui," the blonde boy that was staring at him said, sadly. "I was able to accumulate only a few points. Sadly, my twinkling wasn't bright enough."

The other boy nodded as well, resting his oddly large elbows on his knees.

"We all gave it our best shot, man," he said. "Unfortunately, this is one of the schools with the toughest acceptance rates. Still, it would have been nice..."

"I'm surprised that you didn't make it in, mon ami," the blonde said, raising an eyebrow. "Your performance during the practical exam was simply magnifique!"

"Oh yeah!" the other boy said with an angular smile. "You're the guy that vaporized that Zero Mecha, aren't ya?"

Gohan blushed and passed a hand over his neck.

"With some help, yeah. And I'm just as surprised as you guys. I thought for sure I'd earned enough points to secure my spot. Anyway, my name's Gohan, nice to meet you both."

"Hanta Sero," tape arms said, leaning back on his chair. "The little perv that just stormed off is Minoru Mineta. We're both from the same Junior High in Nagoya."

"And I am Yuga Aoyama," the blonde said. "Perhaps we will meet again in the next Recommendation Exam, oui?"

"Recommendation exam?" Gohan scratched his head.

"Oh yeah," Sero said. "So from what I read on the fan blogs, UA High only has two Hero classes, which means only forty of the over 600 applicants can be admitted into the Hero track. So the rest are rejected, but a handful of students that scored exceptionally high in the exam, and didn't make it in, receive a special recommendation from UA to take other schools' recommendation exams in schools like Shiketsu High or Ketsubutsu Academy."

"Perhaps we'll all have better luck next time," Aoyama sighed.

"So then this Appeals conference we're about to have..." Gohan said.

"Is more or less a formality," Sero finished. "They say it's a chance to appeal the judges' decision, but they never really change their minds. They probably already filled the roster of students per Hero class. They're going to apologize a thousand times for not letting you attend, give you your recommendation letter and send you on your way. But it's like Aoyama said, maybe in the next school we'll have better luck and we can be classmates. After all, the Shiketsu Entrance Exam is right around the corner."

Gohan sighed.

There's no way that's happening, he thought. UA High is the best hero school in Japan. It also happens to be the best way to talk to All Might...

The door to the conference room opened.

"Callin' Mister Son Gohan," Present Mic called. "Our lines are open now. We're ready for you to tune in."

"Guess I'm up," Gohan sighed and got up from his seat. "Wish me luck, you guys!"

Chapter Eight – The Day Has Come! A Stunning Revelation?!

The Conference Room was a spacious room with light blue paint, large pane glass windows, and some potted plants. In the center of the room was a large conference table, comprised of three long desks in the shape of a U, with a number of chairs. Four Pro Heroes sat at each of the tables, totaling the twelve judges for the Entrance Exams.

As he entered the room, Gohan caught sight of Eighteen. She winked at him as she approached him and he smiled at her sheepishly, disarmed by her warmth.

"Hey, kid, why the long face?" She asked him, placing her hands on her hips.
"I just don't understand why my application got rejected," Gohan said with a sigh. "I thought I did alright on both of the exams."
Eighteen smiled at him and giggled.
"Don't worry too much about it. Chin up, okay?" she said, brushing a finger under his chin lightly. "We're not done with you just yet."
"If you say so," Gohan sighed.

Eighteen went to take her seat and Gohan gave himself a moment to look across the room at all twelve of the judges. Some of the Pros he did recognize, like Midnight, Vlad King, Snipe, Eighteen and of course, All Might. And then there were some whom he had no idea who they were, like the slender, haggard looking man with scarves wrapped around his neck.

His attention went back to All Might, whose bright blue eyes were covered in shadow. He was a mountain of a man whose elbows reached almost past the desk. All Might stared back at him with a nervous smile.
Does he recognize me at all? Gohan thought. Piccolo hadn't at first. In fact, he thought I was dead…

His eyes slowly peeled away from All Might and focused on the tiny principal sitting at the center of the desks.

The Principal of UA, Nezu, was a tiny, dog-bear-mouse looking creature with impeccably shiny white fur and a large scar running down through his right eye. As if that weren't comedic enough, the cute little guy was dressed in a tiny little suit. Gohan bit down on his tongue hard enough to suppress the urge to laugh. He had to bite down even harder when Nezu started talking.

"We'd like to start out by welcoming you back to UA High, Young Gohan," he said in a warm, compassionate voice. "Despite the circumstance, we appreciate you taking the time to come up here from Namek City to hear us out."

"Thank you for having me," Gohan said, bowing respectfully and regaining his composure. It was time to be serious. "But to be honest, I am… confused about why my application was rejected."

Nezu giggled in a grandfatherly way.
"Rejected is probably not the most accurate word. Your application is more like – under review. And that's why we called you here today. You present a series of firsts for our Entrance Exams, young man."

"Firsts?" Gohan asked. "What do you mean?"

"Well, for starters, you are the first Examinee in UA History to break past a hundred Villain points in the exam, let alone the 210 points you scored. To put it into context, the closest score to yours in terms of Villain points was 77. But what really caught our attention was your Rescue Point score. 186! That's practically unheard of!"

"Yes sir," Gohan said, looking down at his palms. "If I'm being honest, I didn't even know we were being graded on saving each other. I just couldn't stand around and watch other examinees get hurt."

"How noble," Midnight purred. "A man after my own heart!"
"Calm down, Nemuri," Aizawa whispered next to her, annoyed. Midnight ignored him.

"Your written exam was also near flawless," Nezu continued. "Superficially, you are the perfect candidate for UA High."
"Then… why?"

"There are a few… red flags that came up upon reviewing your application," Nezu said.
"Red flags?" Gohan felt a tightness in his chest and he realized that his palms were getting cold. "What kind of red flags?"

The teachers looked at each other, but it was Aizawa that spoke up.
"Your school records indicate that you began Junior High in Musutafu, but you stopped attending halfway through the year. Can you explain the extended period of truancy?"

Gohan gasped. So that's what this was about. Of course, he stopped attending school because he was in Mount Paozu training for ten months. But even in those ten months, he still did schoolwork and sent it back through the mail.

His gaze fell to the floor, hands balled into fists.
"Well," he said. "Due to… personal reasons… I had to relocate to Mount Paozu for a few months, but I did my best to send my schoolwork in through the Musutafu Home School Program."

"I see," Aizawa said, taking control of the interview. "And when did you get back from Mount Paozu?"

Gohan looked up at him. Aizawa was staring at him like a hawk. His stare caused beads of sweat to form on Gohan's upper lip. He's definitely leading somewhere with these questions, Gohan thought.

"About three weeks ago," Gohan answered, honestly. Aizawa didn't miss a beat.

"And you returned, not to Musutafu with your mother, but to Namek City?"
"That's right."
"And who are you staying with in Namek?"
"With my… uncle… Where are you going with these questions?" Gohan crossed his arms, feeling heat rise up his neck.

"We're just trying to establish your identity," Aizawa said coolly.
"Why would I lie about my identity?"
"Because you could be a villain trying to infiltrate our school," Aizawa said, coldly. "It would be irresponsible for us to let in someone with so many red flags into our school without knowing exactly who he is, wouldn't you agree?"

Gohan sighed.
"I guess that makes sense," he said.

"Good," Aizawa said. He leaned forward in his chair. "Now, what is your relationship with the fugitive Super Villain known as Piccolo Daimao Junior?"

Gohan gulped. Fugitive? There are people still looking for Piccolo? Of course, Piccolo had been All for One's right hand man at some point… Gohan had to be real careful with his responses going forward.

"Sir, I don't even know who that is," he lied.
"Oh, really?" Aizawa said, sarcastically. "Because the address you put in your application is the address of one of his old hideouts."

He shrugged.
"You said it yourself, it was one of his old hideouts. What do I know about who used to live there? I'm just renting the place with my uncle. Give me a break."
"You are 'renting a place' in the heart of Namek, one of the most crime-ridden and expensive cities in Japan?"
"With the help of my uncle, yes. And haven't you heard the news? Thanks to the Dragon, crime is going down in Namek."

There was a tense moment that hanged in the air between him and Aizawa.

"Fair enough," Aizawa said. Next, he pulled a photograph out of a manila folder and held it up. Gohan gasped.
It was a photo of him going toe to toe with Rappa Kendo in the cage match they'd had months ago.

"Can you explain this?"

Gohan felt a bead of sweat trickle down the side of his forehead. Suddenly, the room became really warm. Oh crap! How did they end up finding out about the fight?

"Well… uhh, you see…"
"Is this how you plan on using your gifts, Gohan? For self-gain and violence?"
"N-no, of course not!" Gohan struggled for words to explain the fight.

"I can explain," a gruff voice said behind them. Everyone turned to see who the newcomer was. Gohan's eyes widened. Piccolo!

Piccolo looked completely different. Gone was the turban, the traditional purple robes and weighted scarf, cape and wristbands, replaced by a stark white collared shirt, a teal necktie, red belt and a purple, pin-striped three-piece suit and a brown suitcase. He looked so different!

"Sorry I'm late," Piccolo said, straitening his neck tie and walking over to stand next to Gohan. He placed the brown suitcase down. "The traffic from Namek is terrible in the mornings."

"Oh, you must be Gohan's uncle," Nezu nodded. "And what is your name, sir?"
"Majunior," Piccolo said. "Son Majunior."
"Piccolo, what are you doing?" Gohan whispered. He glanced over at All Might, whose face paled with recognition. Oh crap! All Might recognizes him! We're doomed!

"And I thought I told you to wait for me, nephew," Piccolo said, loudly, glaring at All Might directly. All Might gritted his teeth, but looked away.

"Welcome to UA High, Mr. Son. Please, let me apologize for beginning this audience without you. I wasn't aware that one of Young Gohan's parents would be present."

"Oh, is that right?" Piccolo crossed his arms. "Is it a custom for this school to interview minors without their guardians present?"

"We do apologize," Nezu repeated, bowing respectfully. "But now that you are here, we can continue."
"Right, about the fight," Piccolo said, turning his burning gaze to Aizawa. "That was a charity exhibition match between Gohan and one of my employees. All of the money gathered went straight into the New Namek Housing Project."

Gohan had to keep his mouth from falling open as Piccolo blatantly lied to their faces.

"The New Namek Housing Project," Midnight said, intrigued. "What's that?"
"We're a nonprofit organization dedicated to helping the less fortunate of Namek, the homeless, the aged, those recovering from addictions, etcetera," Piccolo said, opening his suitcase and bringing out large photographs of Dende and Gohan giving water to Mr. Popo. The teachers passed them around.

"My two nephews, Gohan and Dende, are at the forefront of the organization, leading by their example. This is the reason why Gohan had to go to Mount Paozu for the last ten months; he went there to volunteer at an orphanage." He pulled out a notarized piece of paper from the briefcase and passed it to the teacher.

It stated that Gohan had served for ten months in the Four Star Orphanage. Signed by Mr. Nail Tambourine, Director.

All Might sighed deeply, burying his head into his enormous hands. Aizawa scanned the pile of papers that Piccolo had placed on his desk and looked back up to both of them for a long moment. A single drop of sweat developed at the back of Piccolo's head.

"Thank you," Aizawa said, finally. "That will be all from me."

"Thank you, Mister Aizawa," Nezu said. He turned to his left side to signal to Eighteen. "I believe Miss Eighteen had a question as well. Eighteen?"

The blonde beauty gave Gohan a warm smile that put him more at ease.

"Gohan," she said. "We're all amazed by your tremendous power and the way you use it. You gave us an amazing look at, not just your powers, but also into your character. You scored almost as many Rescue Points as you did Villain Points. As a Rescue Hero myself, that's something I really appreciate. Do you want to tell us why it was so important to help others at the expense of an even higher Villain Point score?"

Gohan nodded.
"I grew up Quirkless, but even after discovering I had these amazing gifts, it was never my intention to be the coolest action hero, or the strongest fighting hero. To be honest, I want to use my powers to save others. Back in the exam, I noticed that some of the examinees had not been fully prepared to face the dangers of combat. I couldn't just stand around and watch them get hurt just so I could boost my own score by a couple more points. So I did my best to help out where I could and in the end, my new friends saved me, when we had to stop the Zero Mecha from crushing us."

The judges exchanged thoughtful glances and Eighteen and Piccolo beamed proudly at Gohan.

"Thank you, Gohan. In my eyes, you have what it takes to be a real Hero," Eighteen said. "That's all I've got, Principal Nezu."

Nezu leaned forward again.
"Thank you, Miss Eighteen. All Might has your last question. All Might?"

The giant man cleared his throat.
"Young Gohan," he said in a loud, booming voice. "You mentioned earlier that you grew up Quirkless, yes?"
"Yes, sir."
"When did you first notice you had these new powers?"
"A little less than a year ago."
"And do you know the… extent of these powers?"

Gohan paused, thinking back to all of the major feats he had accomplished through the months of rigorous training with Piccolo – from saving others in the burning building, to rescuing the shelter in Okinawa.

"I feel like I've only scratched the surface of what my powers truly are. That's why I came to UA High. I believe you're the only school who can help me grow with my powers and keep them under control. You yourself have amazing power, and you learned how to control it and use it properly thanks to UA High, right?"

This answer caught All Might by surprise. Gohan was no longer looking at the teachers. His narrowed gaze stared at something nobody could see.

"So, yeah, maybe there are some questionable things about my application – and my past. And I know that my powers can seem scary and dangerous, and to a certain degree, they are. But let me tell you something about me you might not know.

When I was a little boy, I remember getting bullied because I was Quirkless at the time. And I remember growing up in poverty and hardship. So I know a thing or two about what it's like to need someone to come and save you. But when I would get beat up at school, or whenever I would go to bed with an empty stomach, or whenever I cried for my Dad to come back home, no hero ever came to save the day.

And now that I have these gifts, I want to be the hero that makes a difference in people's lives. Plato wrote that 'Good actions give strength to ourselves and inspire good actions in others.' That's what I want to do. I want to do good for others, and in turn they will help others, still.

These amazing powers I have mean nothing to me if I can't use them to help people. I have to learn how develop them and use them properly. Is it a huge challenge? Absolutely. But I have faith in all of you as teachers. I have faith that you can guide me towards the path of a true hero; to teach me to harness my powers so that I can save others. So I ask you – no, I beg you to please have faith in me as a student. I will not let you down."

Both Gohan and Piccolo bowed respectfully at the teachers.

All Might sighed heavily, but nodded at Nezu and leaned back on his chair.
"Thank you for that sincere response," Nezu sighed. "Gohan, the path of a hero isn't an easy one. It's a life of self-sacrifice and service for the good of strangers. You will be facing constant danger and scrutiny, sometimes even from the very people you save. Are you sure that's something that you want for your career?"

Gohan thought back on the hateful responses he had sometimes gotten back as The Dragon. But that meant nothing to him. Those were just distractions.

And luckily for him, one of the first things that Piccolo had taught him was to focus on the target, not the distractions.

"I do," he said. "But only if I can attend UA. So please don't send me to take another School's recommendation exam."

Nezu giggled.

"Remember how we said that your case presents a series of firsts? Well, this is the first time that we actually reserved a spot in the Hero Course for someone coming in for an Appeal. After everything we've learned here this morning, I think I speak for everyone when I say that you are the very epitome of what we look for in a potential student of UA High."

Nezu pushed his chair back and stood on it, bowing deeply. All of the teachers did the same. Even All Might, although hesitant at first, joined them.

"We would be honored to welcome you, Son Gohan, into UA High. You are now a part of the Hero Academia."

The gesture moved Gohan. He blinked rapidly, but couldn't stop the tears from flowing out. He bowed again and again.

"Thank you," his voice cracked into a relieved sob. "Thank you so much! I won't disappoint you, I promise." Finally, it will all come together at last.
Beside him, Piccolo smiled and slid his hand into his pocket, turning to All Might.
"He's a strong kid, with a heart of gold. I've laid the foundation, but he will need guidance," he looked straight at All Might. "I leave him in your capable hands."

"R-right," All Might looked away. As the meeting adjourned, All Might approached them and jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "We have two more of these meetings to go through, but meet me at the Teacher's lounge. Let's talk, Majunior."

(…)

Seven Years Ago

"It's going to be… alright, kid. Everything… is going to be… alright. And you wanna know why? Because I… am… here."

The rumbling on the ground woke All Might up. The bitter taste of dirt infiltrated into his mouth and airways, causing him to cough. A new taste. Iron.

All Might coughed again, spurts of blood spouting out of his mouth. He slowly picked himself up and instantly, pain shot up from his abdomen. He instinctively placed a hand on his wound but it was… missing! A large, charred hole buried itself where his stomach should have been.

Again he coughed up more blood and slowly got up and took in his surroundings. Around him, dozens and dozens of bodies littered the ground, staining the brown dirt with blood. The headless body of All For One lay just feet away from where All Might had delivered the fatal blow. And feet away from that was the body of Goku, a giant hole torn through the symbol on the back of his gi.

"G...Goku…"

But where is he…? Where is… Gohan? It's all my fault! If only we had listened to Piccolo and waited just a few more days … Now this innocent blood is in my hands!

"Goku!"

All Might was pulled from his thoughts when he heard the girl scream. The blue haired girl wearing an armored flight suit landed beside them, the jetpack on the suit kicking up dust.

"No, tell me it's not true, All Might!" She threw her gun to the ground and removed her helmet. She fell to her knees, cradling the body of her fallen friend.

"Goku!"
"B-Bulma…" Goku said, weakly. "Please… find Gohan. Chi-Chi would… kill me if he got… hurt."

"Go...ku," Bulma sobbed, holding his cold hands in hers. Goku coughed up blood and his eyes became unfocused. He closed his eyes and winced at the pain. Finally, he opened an eye and giggled in his usual, childish manner. He looked up at All Might.

"All Might," he rasped. "Please take care of… Gohan and Chi-Chi for me..."

"I… will, Goku. I promise," All Might said weakly. "I'll always be there for them."

"Good…" Goku whispered. "I always wished it would end like this… surrounded by my best friends. If only Krillen and the others were here…"

"Save your strength, Goku," Bulma said, tapping on the communicator in her ear. "We need an emergency evac on my location!" she yelled. "Now!"

"Bulma… Toshi… I'll see you again… soon…"

With his hands still in Bulma's hands, Goku leaned his head on her lap and died. Bulma and All Might stood still for a moment, not believing that this was actually happening. A steady wind from the east blew over Goku's hair and clothes, gently caressing Bulma and All Might before blowing away.

"Nooo! Goku!" Bulma held onto her childhood friend.
"Bulma… the boy… Piccolo took him somewhere safe while we dealt with All for One, but the boy was dying... Please, I know it's a lot to ask right now, but I have to find Gohan. I have to s...save him!"

Bulma was still sobbing, but she nodded. She gently removed the scouter from Goku's face and handed it to All Might.

"Press the scan button and if he's within 100 miles, you'll be able to find him through his power level."

All Might did not have time to worry about his own wounds. Placing the scouter on his face, he began to scan until he found a familiar large power level just 20 miles away.

"Bulma, I think I found him. Can you get us a lift?"

Bulma nodded, clearing her tears. The servomotors on her body armor whined as she used the added strength of her suit to pick Goku up. Slowly, dust began to pick up around them. They looked up to see a Capsule Corp Carrier floating down towards them to pick them up. Around them, the fires continued to rage as the few remaining buildings collapsed to the ground in a massive explosion.

Above them all a single news helicopter hovered, the words NHA painted on its side.

"My God," Taneo said, holding the camera. "Are you seeing this, Kuri? This… this is…"

"I know, Tan," Kuri wiped away tears, her lips trembling. "Whatever happens, don't stop recording..."

(...)

When All Might found Gohan, he was in the middle of a horde of refugees. Everyone cleared the way at the sight of All Might as he jumped from the open ramp of the carrier above.

"Where were you, All Might?" Someone shouted. "My whole family died and you weren't there to save us!"

"I lost my husband!"

"My parents died under the rubble!"

"Where the hell were you when we needed you, heroes?"

"Are you here now, All Might?"

Slowly the crowd went from fearful to angry, and began shouting at the heroes. All Might couldn't even answer. They had failed them. It was as simple as that. The war had been won, but at what cost. The innocent blood spilled today is on my hands. I failed.

All Might made his way to tall Namekian in stained white clothing.

"Hey, kid, stop screwing around!" Piccolo was yelling at the boy weakly. "Wake up! Gohan!"

"Piccolo," All Might yelled.

"You!" Piccolo growled like a savage animal. "Look what you did? Look what your damn showboating heroics got you!" Piccolo shook the boy's body in front of All Might. Purple blood spilled from where his right arm had been cut off.

All Might held his hands up.

"Give me the boy, Piccolo."

"I told you both that All For One had stolen my regeneration quirk, and that you were walking into a trap!" Piccolo's pupils were fading into unconsciousness. "But you had to go and convince Goku to face that monster anyway, didn't you?"

"Give me the boy," All Might repeated, sternly.

"If only you had given me the three days that I asked for, damn you, I was going to be able to sneak the boy out of the compound away from the Army and brought him home safely."

"I didn't know," All Might shook his head, hands still outstretched.

Piccolo's voice was an uncontrolled shriek.

"But you had to go and get All for One desperate enough to go after Gohan! You did this to him, Symbol of Peace," he spat out the title venomously. All Might's teeth gritted and his hands formed into a fist

"You killed Goku and Gohan and everyone else who died here today!"

"No!" All Might snatched the boy's body with his left arm and delivered a mighty blow to Piccolo's torso with his right hand. The blow would've been brushed aside, had Piccolo still had his powers. But he was quirkless now. The blow sent him flying, and he crashed into a wall and crumpled to the ground unconscious.

"I'm sorry, Piccolo," All Might said to himself. With a mighty leap, he jumped high into the air and back into the open ramp of the carrier, taking the body of Gohan with him.

"You're wrong about one thing. Gohan won't die tonight."

(...)

Although his heart was no longer beating, the scouter still showed signs of life within the boy. Somehow, something deep inside him was keeping him alive. There was only one person that Toshinori knew that could save the boy at this point.

All Might and Bulma ran through the halls of the hospital with the boy in his arms. In the plane, Bulma had patched All Might's gaping wound as best as she could. If it hadn't been for One for All, he was sure he would have died by now. But the power within him gave him strength to hold on.

"All Might!"

The sound of his voice was familiar and comforting. It was All Might's sidekick, Sir Knight Eye. The tall, slender man appeared as they rounded the corner, standing next to more familiar faces: UA High Principal Nezu, his old mentor Gran Torino and his friend, the Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi and his partner Krillen.

"All Might," Sir Knight Eye said again as they got closer. "Recovery Girl is waiting for you in the room. Please, hurry!"

"No," All Might said. "The boy first."

"But All Might," Sir protested. "You're dying!"

All Might pushed past his sidekick. He didn't have time to argue. Going inside the room, he laid the boy with blank eyes on the hospital bed.

"All Might?" Recovery Girl was putting her medical gloves on. "This boy…?"

"I know it sounds crazy, but according to this scouter, he's still alive, barely. Please, you've got to save him, Recovery Girl!"

The aging nurse looked at him and sighed.

"It can be done," she said. "But with that nasty wound of yours, if I don't treat your wound first, you could die."

"That doesn't matter," All Might said.

"What do you mean it doesn't matter?" Sir said. "All Might, it's your life we're talking about here."

"I don't care," All Might growled. "I'm sorry, but nothing will matter if the boy doesn't make it. I made a promise to a good friend that I would take care of him…"

Recovery Girl sighed. She placed her hand over his forehead in concentration and looked up.

"You're right," she said. "The boy is still alive. But this procedure is going to take several hours. You'll have to settle with being treated by the regular hospital staff. Do you understand what I'm saying, All Might? You could lose the ability to even power up any more. Is that something you're willing to give up?"

All Might stared at the motionless boy.

"Gladly," he said.

"Very well then," Recovery Girl said with a sigh. She turned to the nurse that was waiting for her. "Ian, take good care of him okay? He is the Symbol of Peace, after all."

"Yes, ma'am," the young man nodded, leading All Might out of the room.

"Why?" Sir asked himself. "Why is this boy so important to All Might? Sure, all lives of children are precious and invaluable. But to be willing to give up being the Symbol after so much hard work…"

As Recovery Girl was setting up the room for the healing process, Sir approached from a discreet distance and activated his Quirk on the boy.

In his mind's eye, from his third person perspective, he could feel the heat of summer night… no… this was way hotter. Intensely hot. It became so hot that buildings began to melt. As the frames passed through his eye, he began to see bodies upon bodies piled up together. In the distance was the boy, all grown up, probably around 15 or 16 years old, in a white cape, torn and stained with blood, holding a motionless body up by the neck.

The boy threw the dead body to the ground and turned to look Sir straight in the eyes. Sir gasped. The body was All Might's. Endeavor laid there with him… and Best Jeanist, Gran Torino, Kamui Woods, Vlad King and many others. The red storm clouds above began to rain blood, staining the boy's white cape and creating a river that drowned Sir Knight Ey e and the last thing that he saw before he the vision ended was the pair of wide pupil-less eye s and one word both whispered and shouted at the same time: "Kamehameha!"

And then he was back in the present, lying on the ground with his back up against the wall.

"Sir, Sir, what's wrong?" one of the nurses was asking him. "Sir, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost!"

Sir blinked, now aware of where he was. He had never experienced such a vivid manifestation of his quirk. It was more so a vision than the usual frames he saw when he used Foresight.

"Stop," he said, getting up from the ground. "Stop! We have to stop the operation at once!"

"What are you talking about?" All Might said. "You heard Recovery Girl. If she doesn't operate on him at once he's going to die!"
"All Might, if he lives we will all die! I've seen it!"

"What do you mean you've seen it? You used your foresight on him?"

"I had to know," Sir cried. "And when I used Foresight, I saw what will happen if the boy lives. In about seven to eight years, he will bring about the end of the world. All Might! Please listen to me!"

"I'm not going to let him die! He's a child, dammit!"
"I understand that. Don't you think I know what I'm asking? But you know how my Quirk works. Foresight might be a bit unclear, but it's never wrong! Please, All Might!"

"No!" All Might roared, pulling himself weakly towards his room with Nurse Ian by his side.

"If you go through with this…" Sir sobbed. "I cannot continue to support you."
All Might stopped and looked back at the man who had fought by his side for years.

"Do you really mean that, Mirai?"

Sir nodded his head.

"I will not watch you die, All Might."

All Might stared one last time at the man who had been his brother throughout so many years. Finally, he turned and continued to his room.

"So be it," he said solemnly. "But I failed Goku once in life; I will not fail him in death."

(…)

The dark clouds overshadowed everything as the casket lowered, carrying Goku's body down into the grave. A beautiful gravestone had been made for him with his name and Grandpa Gohan's next to it. His widow, Chi-Chi, dressed in black, cried inconsolably as she took the brush with red paint and gently painted over his name, as was accustomed for grieving spouses. When she was done, she lit the incense and slowly backed away.

In front of the grave, Krillen read out a poem he had written for his childhood friend.

"In the far reaches of memories buried in time,
That's right, we were angels.

From high in the sky, we spread the seeds of love;
We wanted to rid the world of sorrow.

Say, about the blue sky,
As you look into it, doesn't your courage well up...even now?

To my friends: We may have lost the wings on our backs,
But a mystical power still lingers on.
To my friends: Let's embrace the light and dream on!
Look! There's a rainbow floating in your eyes!"

There was not a single dry eye among those gathered that day, well, except for Endeavor, one of Goku's oldest rivals. Frenemies, Goku would laughingly call their relationship. He stared cooly with his arms crossed at a distance as Krillen finished reading his poem and rejoined the tiny crowd. Because The Blur had been a vigilante, only about a dozen heroes actually knew his secret identity. They now stood around the tiny grave in the Son Family Farm.

"Why, my Goku," Chi-Chi cried. "It's just not fair."

Bulma took her by the arm and rubbed her back, trying to comfort her. By her side was the young Gohan. He was dressed in a black robe. His eyes were a blank stare, as if he was oblivious to what was going on around him.

One by one, the attendees came forward to express their condolences to Chi-Chi. Krillen, Yamcha, Tien, Nezu, Vlad King, Crimson Riot. Chi-Chi kept walking past Endeavor, who stood solemnly with his powerful arms crossed.

"You got what you always wanted, Endeavor," Chi-Chi said, never stopping. "You're the stronger fighter, now."

Endeavor gritted his teeth, but didn't respond. Slowly, Chi-Chi reached All Might.

By now, Toshinori was no longer in his muscle form. Due to his injury, he could only hold that form for a limited time. Now, he was a skinny, decrepit weakling.

When Chi-Chi saw him, a fire lit in her eyes.

"Chi-Chi, wait," Bulma yelped as Chi-Chi yanked her arm away from Bulma's hands. She went up to Toshinori and planted her feet firmly on the ground.

"Chi-Chi…" he said, not able to look her in the eyes. Without warning, her arm lashed out, striking the side of Toshinori's face open handed. Toshinori's face flung to the side, but he did not try to stop her.

Chi-Chi stared at him with vengeful eyes. She brought her hand up and struck him again and again until she drew blood. Still, all Toshinori could do was stare at the ground.

"Damn you," she growled. "Damn! You! You and your whole damn circus show of heroes! First, my son gets kidnapped. Then you got my husband killed! Who's going to raise our boys now?!"

"Boys?" Toshinori looked up in surprise. Suddenly, it sunk in, crushing his heart.
"You're... pregnant?" he said closing his eyes. "I'm so, so sorry, Chi-Chi."

Chi-Chi's eyes filled with angry tears.

"Get out of here. All of you damn so-called heroes, get the hell out of my farm! Now!"

Bulma backed away and pulled on Toshinori's arm.

"Come on, Toshi. She needs some space to grieve. We should go."

"And you," Chi-Chi pointed a fighter at Toshinori. "I never want to see your face again, All Might! You've ruined our lives!"

Toshinori looked down sadly at the eight year old next to Chi-Chi. His blank expression… just a few weeks ago Toshinori had been 'uncle All Might' and now he wouldn't even get to fulfill the last promise that he made to Goku.

"Good-bye, Gohan. Forget this horrible year, and live a long, happy life. You probably won't remember any of this, and it's for the better. I hope that one day you can forgive me."

The boy's blank stare did not go away.

"Get out, now!" Chi-Chi barked.

Toshinori lowered his gaze and walked away.

No, Gohan wouldn't ever remember. And he would never be the same. Because of Sir Knight Eye's premonition of a world catastrophe, All Might and Recovery Girl asked an old friend, Professor Ink Blot for assistance.

Ink Blot implemented his Quirk on the boy. It acted like an impregnable wall, sealing off his memories as well as the trauma that came with it. Although they could not negate the mighty power of Gohan's Saiyan Genes, Ink Blot came up with an alternate solution – make his brain forget how to use his powers. Even if the boy were to figure out that he had a Quirk at some point, the mental block in his mind wouldn't allow him to figure out how to use it.

That was the compromise – Gohan's soul for his life. That way, Gohan could still grow up to have a normal life some day and the horrible vision that Sir Knight Eye had seen would never come to pass…

(…)

Present Time.

"And that's how it happened," All Might said as Gohan stared unblinkingly at the floor. Piccolo was standing by the large window pane, staring outside, not saying a word as he listened to All Might's account.

"I still have that wound from all those years ago," All Might said, lifting up his shirt. Amid his bulky body was an ugly scar. "Let's just say it comes with some… complications. I won't get into all the details with you right now. But the worst wounds are those within. Those take much, much longer to heal."

"So my Dad died... because of you?" Gohan looked up. "But how can that be true? You're the Symbol of Peace."

All Might saw in Gohan's eyes, anger and sadness mixed with the desire to know the truth. He sighed.

"You had been kidnapped by All For One's criminal organization, which called itself "The Army of Villains." For an entire year, we searched for you, knocking down the doors of every villain and criminal organization we could, but there was no sign of you, until one night, we were contacted by Piccolo. It seems you and him had become really close, like a mentor and his pupil. He took you under his wing and he trained and protected you. Well, there was a small window in which Piccolo was going to stage an attack on the Army's compound. We were supposed to wait for him to bring you safely home. But... I..."

All Might looked down as he relived the memories, his eyes moistening.

"I... wanted to get you home safely and bring down the Army of Villains once and for all. So I foolishly convinced Goku and the Z Fighters as well as some of my closest allies to attack the compound early. But I underestimated All For One. He had always been one step ahead of us, and he took Piccolo's regeneration Quirk. No matter what we tried, we couldn't bring him down. He... killed your father, and almost all of the Z Fighters. During the fighting, you were caught in the crossfire and All for One attacked you. The next thing he did was-"

Piccolo suddenly stepped forward and interrupted the story. All Might looked up at him, but Piccolo's warning gaze made him look away.

"Around that time," Piccolo interjected, taking over narration, "I was able to sneak in, pick you up and run with you to safety while All Might fought All for One. I brought you to an emergency refugee shelter, but they said there was nothing they could do - your heart had already stopped beating."

"But something, somehow, kept you alive, Gohan. That's when we realized the true extent of your power. You have an amazing Quirk, unlike any other Quirk in the world. It's your father's Quirk. It kept you alive until Recovery Girl could nurse you back to health. But after Sir Knight Eye's premonition of a world catastrophe brought on by your hands... we had to take precautions to make sure that didn't happen."

"But there's something I don't get," Gohan said. "If this Professor Ink Blot blocked my mind's access to my powers, how is it that I'm able to access them now?"

"Have you hit your head hard on anything?" All Might asked. "Where were you when your powers manifested?"

Gohan rubbed his chin.

"Well, to be honest, they activated when I got into a huge accident that involved getting crushed under a heavy pillar. I pushed with all of my strength and – boom. I suddenly had speed and power that I never knew I had."

"It's a safe bet to say that's how it happened, then," All Might said. "As for the speed and power, you can thank Piccolo for that. He did train you for a year or so, and made you into the toughest little eight year old I've ever known."

"All Might, Piccolo," Gohan said. "Thank you for telling me all of this. I know it couldn't have been easy to hold these memories in for all of these years. Regardless of what happened, I don't blame my Dad's death on either of you. You all saved my life. And now it's time to repay that debt. I don't know anything about premonitions or visions, but I know my heart. I will never abuse these gifts of mine. I want to use my powers to make a better world, like my Dad had intended."

"All Might," Piccolo said. "This is your chance to keep your promise to Goku. Look after Gohan. He's going to need your guidance now, more than ever. Something is coming – something far worse than the old Army of Villains."

"What do you mean?" All Might asked.

"I've heard Nail say something similar," Gohan said. "He called it 'the Shadow of All for One."

Piccolo crossed his arm over his chest and nodded.

"All Might, tell me. Have you ever heard of the League of Villains?"

Ending Song:

Re:Make by One Ok Rock

Piccolo:

"Hmph. Alright, enough messin' around, it's time for the Preview.

Gohan is finally going to start his first day in UA High. But first, he's going to be getting a useful gift from one of our esteemed guests at the Lookout.

Hey! Stop screwin' around kid, this is no time for fun and games. Get serious and show Aizawa and everyone else what a Saiyan's made of.

Next time, Chapter Nine – Day One! The Quirk Assessment Tests.

Break your limits and Go Beyond – Plus Ultra!

A/N – Sup fam, finally! A new chapter! So, because I'm introducting three outside characters into Class 1A, we needed sacrificial lambs. They were the guys I had the least ideas for how to use.

Mineta, Aoyama and Sero.

Mineta gets replaced by Melissa Shield, as some might have guessed. Aoyama is replaced by Gohan, y'know, similar blast quirks and all, and Sero gets replaced by… well, you'll see in the next chapter. I hope you're ready!

So what did you think of Sir Knight Eye's revelation? I did change up a little, the fight between All Might and Knight Eye. But will his vision now come true? You'll have to stick around to find out!

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