In the heart of the Valhalla Arena, an imposing structure soaring high above the clouds, Brunhilde stands in the summoning chamber, her figure casting a commanding shadow in the green-tinged light. The room, vast and echoing, is but a fragment of the colossal Nexus where the Ragnarok tournament will unfold. Göll, the youngest of the Valkyries, lingers near her sister, her expression a mix of awe and apprehension.
Brunhilde, reflecting on the past week's tumultuous events, breaks the silence. Her voice carries a tone of contemplation mixed with a subtle undercurrent of triumph.
Brunhilde: This past week has been a whirlwind of strategy and persuasion, a dance on the razor's edge. Convincing the gods was no trivial feat. Each of my sisters played a pivotal role, adapting to the gods' egos and wisdom. It was a delicate balance, teetering between success and peril.
Göll, her eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and concern, listens intently.
Göll: But, Brunhilde, the risk... it was immense. I heard about your recent meeting with Odin. Weren't you afraid?
Brunhilde's expression hardens slightly, a flash of memory crossing her features.
Brunhilde: Fear was a luxury we couldn't afford, Göll. Odin's wisdom is as deep as the oceans and as sharp as a spear's tip. It's a wonder, and perhaps a stroke of luck, that he chose to spare me after our... assertive argument.
Göll shifts uncomfortably, her thoughts troubled.
Göll: And now, a tournament has been decreed. But what does this mean for us? For humanity?
Göll, absorbing the magnitude of what her sisters achieved, feels a mix of pride and unease. She understands the importance of their mission but cannot shake off the sense of foreboding that comes with such a monumental event.
Brunhilde turns to face her younger sister, her gaze steady and assuring.
Brunhilde: We are here, Göll, because our efforts have borne fruit. The gods have agreed to Ragnarok, a series of battles that will determine the fate of humanity. It's a chance for mankind to prove their worth, to fight for their existence.
Göll, her eyes wide, looks around the summoning chamber, her mind racing with thoughts of what is to come. The reality of their situation is overwhelming, yet she stands firm, bolstered by her sister's presence.
Brunhilde, noticing Göll's silent contemplation, falls quiet, allowing her sister the space to process everything for a moment. She then paces slowly, her arms crossed in contemplation. The chamber, with its ethereal green hues, feels both ancient and otherworldly. Göll stands nearby, her youthful face etched with a blend of curiosity and apprehension as she observes her surroundings.
Brunhilde: Göll, let me explain the foundation upon which Ragnarok is built. According to Article No. 62, Paragraph 15 of the super special clause, it dictates a series of one-on-one showdowns between gods and humans. The structure is straightforward. Each side will choose thirteen champions. Thirteen gods against thirteen humans. Any god, any human, as long as they fit the criteria, they can join the fray.
She pauses, allowing the enormity of this information to settle in Göll's mind. The young Valkyrie's eyes widen as she absorbs the details.
Brunhilde: The stakes are as high as they can be. Should the gods prevail, humanity will cease to exist. However, if humans emerge victorious, they earn the right to continue for another millennium. The most harrowing aspect is the finality of death in these battles. Those who fall have their souls irretrievably lost, ending their cycle of existence.
Göll, visibly shaken, takes a moment to process the information. She glances at Brunhilde, a myriad of questions in her eyes.
Göll: But, Brunhilde, what about exceptions? Are there any rules that preclude certain individuals from participating?
Brunhilde nods, a faint, knowing smile on her lips.
Brunhilde: Indeed, there are exceptions. Some souls are deemed too overwhelming to partake in Ragnarok. There have been three such cases, although their names elude me at the moment.
Curiosity piqued, Göll inquires further, gesturing towards the flickering lights around them.
Göll: Why are we here, Brunhilde? And these lights... what do they signify?
Brunhilde turns towards a complex, arcane machine in the corner of the chamber, its lights pulsating with a rhythm that seems to mirror the heartbeat of the universe.
Brunhilde: This machine, Göll, is a soul visualizer. We are here to sift through the souls of the departed and of the living, to find and awaken one in particular. I believe one of these individual will be our best choice in the battles to come.
Göll's eyes widen in shock, her voice rising in disbelief.
Göll: Resurrect someone who's already passed? Are we even allowed to disrupt the cycle of life and death in such a way?
Brunhilde's chuckle resonates in the chamber, her confidence unwavering.
Brunhilde: Indeed, we are. Hades himself has granted me this privilege, likely underestimating our intent. He believes that no matter whom we choose, the gods will emerge victorious. Little does he realize, this oversight is his folly. We will use this machine to its fullest potential, to summon a harbinger of his undoing when the time is right.
She pauses, placing a hand on her chin, her thoughts refocusing on the present task.
Brunhilde: But first, we must concentrate on the here and now. The selection of the right soul is crucial. Our choice could alter the course of this battle and, by extension, the fate of humanity.
15 Minutes Later.
Brunhilde stood in deep concentration, her eyes scanning through an overwhelming array of soul profiles. The chamber, a marvel of both mystic and modern engineering, was filled with the soft hum of machinery and the faint, ghostly glow of ethereal lights. Göll, less familiar with such advanced technology, watched her sister with a mixture of curiosity and anxiety.
As Brunhilde's fingers danced over the interface, filtering through an astonishing number of souls, she finally paused, her focus sharpening.
Brunhilde: Here's an interesting one. Göll, come have a look at this.
Göll: Is this one from the distant past?
Brunhilde shook her head, her eyes fixed on the screen.
Brunhilde: No, Göll. This one walks among us in the present. This individual has been fortunate in their journey.
Göll approached, her eyes widening as she saw the interface. It was a technology far beyond her usual experience, displaying detailed information about the selected individual.
Brunhilde: This person's early life was unremarkable. An ordinary boy, devoid of any notable talents. Yet, he possessed a burning aspiration – a desire to stand out, to make a difference in the world. He longed to be a hero, a protector of others. But he lacked the inherent abilities that usually define such a path.
Göll listened intently, fascinated by the tale.
Brunhilde: It was his encounter with a remarkable woman that transformed his destiny. She was part of a unique lineage – not of blood, but of a power that transcends generations. This power, extraordinary in its nature, could be transferred from one individual to another.
Göll, absorbing the weight of this transformation, felt a surge of admiration for the individual.
Göll: That's incredible. To go from ordinary to extraordinary because someone believed in you... it's inspiring.
Brunhilde: Indeed. The power she passed on was immense, and with it, he rose to become a symbol of hope and strength. But such power came with its own burdens.
Göll's expression turned thoughtful.
Brunhilde: As time passed, he too faced the inevitable consequence of this power – the need to pass it on. He found a young boy, much like he once was, without inherent gifts but with a heart full of courage and the same longing to make a difference.
Göll, absorbing the weight of the narrative, realized the significance of this choice.
Brunhilde: His decision to pass on the power marked the beginning of his own decline. Yet, it was a choice made for the future, for the continuation of a legacy that is not defined by lineage but by the spirit that carries it forward.
The story hung in the air between them, a tale of an ordinary individual who rose to extraordinary heights and faced the cyclical nature of a power that was both a gift and a responsibility.
Göll: But why him, Brunhilde? This man, he's already lost his power, hasn't he?
Brunhilde, with a sly smirk, looked at Göll. Her face reflected a complex web of strategies, plans within plans that only she fully understood.
Brunhilde: Exactly, Göll. That's precisely why he is perfect for our first candidate. There's more to strength than just power, it's all part of a larger picture I'm considering.
Göll, taken aback by Brunhilde's intimidating expression, couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety. What did Brunhilde have in store for this once-great hero?
5 Hours and 42 Minutes Later.
The arena, a grand spectacle of anticipation and excitement, was abuzz with a diverse crowd. Humans, demi-gods, and gods filled the front rows, their conversations a cacophony of excitement and trepidation. Some were feasting, others drinking, all united in their eagerness to witness the unfolding events, regardless of the eventual outcome for humanity.
At the core of the arena, the ground was an expanse of sand, harking back to the days of ancient gladiatorial combat. In the midst of this, stood Heimdall, the Norse god known as the 'Watchman of the Apocalypse.'
Heimdall, clearly trembling with excitement at the role he had been given, positioned himself at the center of the arena. His protective goggles, reminiscent of those worn by World War One pilots, glinted in the bright light of the noonday sun.
The crowd's buzz grew louder as Heimdall prepared to speak, his voice carrying across the arena with surprising clarity.
Heimdall: Welcome, one and all, to the Valhalla Arena! Today marks the beginning of an unprecedented event, Ragnarok! Here, we will witness the clash of two worlds: 13 champions of the Gods versus 13 champions of Mankind. This is more than a battle, it is the ultimate test for humanity's right to exist. Annihilation or absolution, only time will tell!
His words echoed throughout the arena, igniting a wave of cheers and murmurs from the audience. The anticipation was palpable, Heimdall's voice echoed through the arena, clear and resonant, as he prepared the audience for the grand reveal.
Heimdall: Ladies and gentlemen, beings of all realms! Today marks a significant moment in the annals of time. It is my honor to present to you the first champion of the gods, destined to face humanity's chosen contender in this arena.
The crowd leaned forward in anticipation, a drum roll thundering in the background, adding to the drama of the moment. The gates at one end of the arena began to swing open, but there was an unexpected pause, a moment of silence that hung in the air.
Heimdall, with a slight tilt of his head, commented on the delay, his voice tinged with a touch of humor to keep the audience engaged.
Heimdall: It seems our champion is taking a moment to savor his entrance. Let us afford him the grandeur of his arrival.
Finally, a figure emerged, his presence commanding yet marked by a palpable sense of disinterest. He was a tall, extremely muscular man, moving with a slow, almost reluctant gait. His long, red hair cascaded past his waist, framing a face with piercing yellow eyes set against black sclera. Intricate golden patterns emanated from his hands and eyes, adding to his otherworldly appearance.
He wore a white sash across his torso, complemented by several brown belts, some wrapped around his waist and one diagonally across his body. His attire was completed with leggings that extended past his knees and a long cloak that covered him from toes to nose, zipped up to partially obscure his face.
Resting on his left shoulder was a colossal hammer, twice as large as he was, a symbol of his immense power and status.
Heimdall, with a flourish, announced the champion's identity.
Heimdall: Behold, Thor, the mighty God of Thunder!
The crowd's reaction was mixed. While some cheered, others noted Thor's lack of enthusiasm. His eyes roamed over the arena and the audience, but there was a distinct lack of interest, an absence of the fiery spirit typically associated with the God of Thunder.
From the top rows, Thor's siblings and Odin, seated on his throne, observed the scene. Odin alone seemed to understand his son's state of mind. He recognized the deep-seated boredom that had taken hold of Thor, the weariness of a god who had long since ceased to find meaning in battles that once thrilled him.
Loki, leaning towards one of his other siblings, Balder, whispered with a mischievous grin.
Loki: Brother Thor, ever the enthusiastic warrior. One could almost mistake his excitement for a deep slumber.
Heimdall, holding his Gjallarhorn, prepared his next announcement with the same fervor he had shown for Thor. His voice, clear and resonant, carried across the arena, cutting through the electric air.
Heimdall: And now, the moment we've all been waiting for! The first champion of humanity, the brave soul who steps forward to face the might of the gods, is about to be revealed!
The arena hushed, the anticipation reaching its peak. The crowd, a mixture of gods, demi-gods, and humans, leaned forward, their eyes fixed on the entrance opposite Thor.
Heimdall, with a theatrical flair, announced the arrival of the human champion.
Heimdall: Reveal yourself, champion of humanity, and stand before the god who wields the power of thunder and lightning!
At that moment, the arena dimmed dramatically, and a single spotlight cut through the darkness, illuminating the entrance. Fireworks erupted from the ground, bathing the arena in a cascade of light and color. From the dazzling display emerged a figure, a tall and muscular man in a striking costume. His presence immediately captivated the audience, particularly the humans, who gasped in recognition and awe.
All Might, embodying the essence of strength and hope, struck a heroic pose and raised his finger upwards, his smile as bright as the spotlight that illuminated him.
All Might: Fear not, for everything is fine now! Why, you ask? Because I am here!
The declaration resonated throughout the arena, instilling a sense of awe and excitement. Heimdall, capturing the moment, announced the name of humanity's first champion with a flourish.
Heimdall: Behold, the first champion of Mankind, the symbol of peace and justice - All Might!
The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, the excitement palpable in the air. Thor, observing from his position, remained largely expressionless, his demeanor contrasting starkly with the vibrant display of heroism before him.
Heimdall, grasping his cherished Gjallarhorn, prepared to make a momentous announcement.
Heimdall: Ladies and gentlemen, gods and mortals, the stage is set for an epic confrontation! Behold the first battle of Ragnarok, a clash of titans: Thor, the God of Thunder, against All Might, the symbol of humanity's justice!
Heimdall, unable to contain his excitement any longer, did what he had longed to do for ages. He brought the Gjallarhorn to his lips and blew into it with all his might. The sound reverberated through the arena, a deep and sonorous call that marked the official commencement of Ragnarok.
{Round - One}
All Might stood poised, his eyes fixed on Thor. Internally, he acknowledged the immense power he was about to confront.
All Might: This adversary is no ordinary foe. It's crucial to understand his strength before I commit to my course of action.
As he contemplated his strategy, All Might glanced at his own hands, reflecting on the recent and surprising turn of events involving Brunhilde, the Valkyrie. The uncertainty of whether his power, One for All, would still function lingered in his mind.
High above in the spectator area, Zeus, Ares, and Hermes observed the unfolding scene. Zeus, ever calm and authoritative, stood with his hands crossed behind his back, his eyes taking in the spectacle.
Zeus: The Ragnarok has commenced. This contest will reveal much about the strength and will of both gods and men.
Ares: Look at this so-called champion of mankind! His attire is laughable. How can such a costumed figure stand against the might of Thor?
Hermes, detached yet observant, chimed in with his perspective, maintaining a balance between seriousness and light-heartedness.
Hermes: Let's not judge too hastily, brother. Appearances can be deceiving. This battle may yet hold surprises.
Thor stood motionless, his usual desire for combat absent. His stoic and aloof demeanor was a stark contrast to the spirited All Might. Thor's indifference was eviden, he made no move to lift Mjölnir or initiate the battle, leaving All Might in a state of perplexity.
All Might: The legends speak of Thor's eagerness for battle, yet here he stands, unmoved. What could be the reason behind his reluctance?
Thor, feeling the weight of his father's expectations, sighed quietly and cast aside his cloak, revealing his muscular physique. The sight of Thor's arms, tainted in black, piqued All Might's curiosity, though the significance of these hue was unknown to him
With a deliberate slowness, Thor dragged his immense hammer, Mjölnir, along the ground, each step towards All Might resonating with a sense of measured purpose. He seemed to be sizing up All Might, perhaps considering his approach due to Odin's insistence on his participation.
All Might, maintaining his composure, stepped forward to meet Thor. Understanding the inevitability of the confrontation.
All Might: Thor, god of thunder, I stand before you not just as a fighter, but as a guardian of humanity's spirit. Our will to endure must be acknowledged!
Despite his words, Thor remained silent, his expression unchanging. All Might clenched his fist, feeling the tension rise in the absence of a response from Thor.
Finally, Thor raised an eyebrow, showing a flicker of interest in All Might's expression. He spoke in a slow, deliberate tone, his voice echoing slightly in the vast arena.
Thor: You seem... different...
The two stood about eight meters apart, their presence filling the arena with a palpable tension. Heimdall, observing the standoff, decided to comment on the unfolding situation.
Heimdall: Behold, the silence before the storm! The God of Thunder weighs his opponent, while the Symbol of Peace stands firm. This is more than a battle; it's a moment that will echo through the ages!
All Might, launched himself first at Thor with a suprising charge, a speed that defied human limit, his fist, aimed squarely at Thor's face, was a blur of motion. Thor, in response, raised Mjolnir in defense, meeting the attack with the head of his massive hammer. The collision was monumental, Thor's hammer clashing against All Might's fist, which held its own like a blade against a mountain.
All Might, with strategic agility, deflected to the side and leapt back. Thor, seizing the moment, swung Mjolnir forward, unleashing a surge of lightning that crackled across the arena floor. All Might, his right hand glowing with the renewed power of One for All, countered with a decisive blow. The impact sent caused Mjolnir to recoil unexpectedly and slam into Thor himself.
Thor: ...!
Ares, observing from above, was visibly shocked.
Ares: How... How is this possible? How can a mortal withstand Thor's power?
Hermes, always keen to analyze, offered his insight.
Hermes: Some humans have developed extraordinary abilities, mutations present from birth known as 'Quirks.' anomalies that bestow unique abilities. This is surely an example of such.
The arena, still reverberating from the impact, was filled with gasps and murmurs from the crowd, amazed at the display of power from both combatants.
Meanwhile, All Might glanced at his hands, marveling at the return of his once-lost power. The Valkyrie's promise had held true, One for All was his once again. His moment of introspection was interrupted by a familiar voice from the front rows. There, in the audience, was Nana Shimura, his deceased mentor, now a spectator in this grand event.
All Might, momentarily distracted, gazed at her in disbelief.
Nana Shimura: Have you forgotten so quickly? Uncertainty and hesitation have no place in the heart of one who wields One for All. Toshinori!
Thor, meanwhile, recovered from the unexpected blow, a hint of curiosity replacing his usual indifference. He looked at All Might with a new perspective, intrigued by this human who had not only withstood his attack, even when he had held back.
Heimdall: An astonishing turn of events! Thor, the mighty God of Thunder, momentarily staggered by the recoil of his own weapon! Such is the power of humanity's champion!
All Might's attention shifted from the battle to Nana, a mix of admiration and reflection in his eyes. He was torn between the duty to protect humanity and the moral dilemma of using his power to take a life, even if it was a god's, after all, he knew what he was getting himself into when he accepted to take part in this.
All Might: Can I bear the weight of taking a life, even that of a god, to save humanity? Can I, as a hero, justify such an action?
Nana continued, her words clear and firm.
Nana Shimura: This may be a battle to the death, Toshinori, but don't forget the essence of heroism. Both you and Thor knew the stakes when you stepped into this arena. Choices have been made, and holding back now doesn't save lives, it jeopardizes them! True heroism lies in understanding and accepting these harsh truths!
All Might, reflecting on Nana's words, realized the gravity of his role in this battle. The weight of his decisions, the moral implications of his actions, and the fate of humanity hung in the balance. He stood, a hero torn between his ideals and the harsh reality of the situation, preparing to face Thor once again in the arena that would decide the fate of mankind.
Thor, though initially indifferent, now felt a flicker of curiosity. He wanted to further test All Might's limits. Without warning, Thor disappeared in a blur, reappearing behind All Might with astonishing speed.
His movement was so swift it seemed like teleportation, catching All Might off guard. Thor raised Mjölnir to his left, intent on delivering a potentially fatal blow. The crowd gasped, anticipating the outcome.
Thor: Let's see how you fare... against this.
With a powerful swing, Thor brought Mjölnir in a sweeping motion. All Might, realizing he couldn't dodge in time, braced for impact. He channeled One for All into his arms, hoping to withstand the strike. The hammer collided with a thunderous crash, sending shockwaves through the arena. All Might was thrown back with immense force, crashing against the arena wall. He struggled to his feet, pain evident in his stance, a trickle of blood visible. His arms bore the brunt of the hit, the force of the impact reverberating through his body.
Thor, observing the outcome, showed a flicker of surprise in his eyes before narrowing them in contemplation. The fact that All Might had withstood the blow and wasn't annihilated on the spot was beyond his expectations. He needed to go even further to come to terms with this reality.
Above in the top rows, Brunhilde and Göll watched intently. Göll's anxiety was apparent, her concern for All Might's wellbeing evident.
Brunhilde: Not likely. Considering Thor is yet to unleash his full power, All Might's chances are slim. However, the fight has just begun, and it's clear both are not yet fully committed for their own reasons.
Göll's eyes widened in realization, her worry deepening at the thought that perhaps they had chosen the wrong candidate for the first round.
Thor, with a burst of speed, leaped at All Might, who was still at the edge of the arena wall. All Might, with his exceptional agility, leaped away just in time as Thor's hammer, Mjölnir, crashed into the arena's wall, causing a significant impact.
All Might, amazed by Thor's ability to wield such an enormous weapon, seized the moment. He charged towards Thor, gathering momentum for his attack.
All Might: 'California Smash!' (he cried out, delivering a powerful, air-pressure fueled blow)
The thunder god was caught off guard and propelled into the air before managing to stabilize himself mid-fall. He touched his chest in disbelief, feeling the bruise left by All Might's attack.
Thor, now intrigued and pushed to a new limit, decided to unleash a more potent technique. He gripped Mjölnir tighter, channeling divine lightning into it. The electrifying motifs spread across his black-tainted arms and hands. Thor arched his back as much as he could, preparing for a massive strike.
Heimdall, observing from his vantage point, initially mistook Thor's action for a loss of balance.
Heimdall: Thor seems to be losing his footing! Wait, no, this is intentional. He's preparing for something massive!
The gods in the top rows watched with varying degrees of interest. Zeus, stroking his chin, noted the change in Thor's demeanor.
Zeus: It appears Thor is beginning to take this seriously.
Shiva, who had been unimpressed up to this point, leaned forward with a glint of interest in his three eyes.
Shiva: Finally, some real action.
All Might realized he needed to act quickly. He darted in multiple directions, attempting to evade the impending strike. Thor then brought down Mjölnir with controlled yet immense force. The impact released a storm of lightning strikes, illuminating the arena with a blinding blue light. The static electricity in the air crackled violently, affecting everyone nearby indiscriminately.
This was one of Thor's formidable techniques, 'Thor's Hammer (Fighting God's Lightning Hammer)' A technique designed to annihilate giants of old.
All Might: 'Nebraska Smash!' (he shouted, throwing rapid punches all around him. His relentless assault created a tornado-like barrier, deflecting the thunder strikes away from him)
As the smoke cleared, All Might stood, slightly panting but unscathed. Thor, observing this remarkable display, showed a rare sign of surprise.
Thor: I was reluctant... to partake in this tournament. Obligation to my father was my only reason. But you... you have sparked somethi-
Before Thor could finish, All Might, seizing the opportunity, leapt into the air. New Hampshire Smash! he cried out, propelling himself backward towards Thor, crashing into the God of Thunder with immense force. Thor was sent reeling across the arena, his giant hammer clattering beside him. Thor then stood back up, he addressed All Might with an unexpected request, his tone now filled with a mixture of respect and excitement.
Thor: Grant me one request, do not perish in this battle. You are a worthy opponent, one I have longed to face.
As Thor's excitement grew, he gripped Mjölnir tighter.
Thor: Mjölnir, heed my call.
The living weapon responded to his will, emitting sounds of distress. It grew in size, its surface pulsating with vein-like tendrils, and the orichalcum coating began to melt like lava under the intense heat.
Thor's arms, covered in black gloves, were probably necessary to handle the awakened state of Mjölnir. Without them, his hands would succumb to the intense heat.
All Might: (taken aback, momentarily stunned) What... What is that?!
Thor then removed his black gloves, revealing that they were not protective gear but weights to prevent him from crushing Mjölnir before its awakening. As he discarded them, they made small craters upon impact with the ground, demonstrating their extraordinary heaviness.
Heimdall, seizing the opportunity to provide commentary, spoke with a mixture of awe and excitement.
Heimdall: Behold the transformation of Mjölnir! Thor, the God of Thunder, has taken this battle to a new level. His weapon, alive and resonating with his will, now unleashes its true form. The stakes of this battle have escalated beyond our wildest imaginations.
All Might, witnessing the transformation of Mjölnir into a living, pulsating entity, realized the depth of Thor's power. In his mind, he acknowledged the parallel between them – both had been holding back, and now Thor was overcome with blood lust.
All Might: Thor was holding back, just like me. But now, the God of Thunder no longer fighting out of obligation, he has been overtaken by the fervor of battle. This is no longer just a fight for survival, it's a clash of true powers!
Despite the immense power of Mjölnir, he stood firm.
All Might: Your Mjölnir... truly a formidable weapon. But the outcome of a battle isn't just about the weapon, it's about the spirit of the one who wields it.
Charging forward, All Might prepared for another strike. Thor, wielding the transformed Mjölnir with a smirk of exictement, met All Might head-on. The tendrils of Mjölnir pulsated with every swing, each blow releasing bursts of lightning that lit up the entire arena.
Thor: You're strong, mortal, but you are nearing your limit.
Despite All Might's best efforts, Thor's next strike sent him crashing to the ground with a thunderous impact. The crowd fell silent, witnessing the hero struggling to rise.
Struggling to rise, All Might gritted his teeth.
All Might: I... I won't give up! Not yet...! Humanity... must... survive!
But the toll of battle started to get evident. All Might's movements were slowing, his body battered and bruised. Thor loomed over him, ready to deliver the final blow.
The screen then transitioned to a blinding white light, accompanied by the sound of a beating heart.
Narrator (voiceover): In the face of overwhelming odds, a hero rises. A symbol of peace and justice, a beacon of hope for all humanity.
Five Hours and 30 minutes ago.
All Might, in his usual skinny form, was in his office at U.A. High School, pondering his fragile state—a consequence of his lifetime devotion to being a hero.
He was suddendly startled by the sudden entrance of a tall woman. Her green eyes pierced through him, and her formal attire spoke of her unique stature.
All Might, trying to cover his frail appearance, stammered: I... I can explain...! You... how did you get in here? Are you a new S-Rank Hero?
The woman, Brunhilde, chuckled lightly at his confusion.
Brunhilde: You misunderstand, Toshinori Yagi. I am neither hero nor villain of this world. And I am well aware of your condition.
All Might looked at her, confusion written across his face, trying to understand the gravity of the situation. Brunhilde continued, her voice carrying a tone of mysterious authority.
Brunhilde: I come with a proposition that transcends the realm of heroes and villains. A battle for the fate of humanity itself.
14 Minutes Later.
Toshinori Yagi, the man behind the hero, follows Brunhilde through the corridors of the majestic arena, gazing in awe at the sky bellow.
Toshinori Yagi: (looking around in wonder) This place... it's beyond anything I've seen on Earth.
As they walk, they are joined by Göll, the youngest of the Valkyries. Her expression is a mix of awe and concern as she addresses Toshinori.
Göll: I've heard much about you! It's an honor to meet such a revered hero.
Toshinori corrected her gently.
Toshinori Yagi: I was once that hero, but now... He trailed off, a hint of sorrow in his voice. My time as All Might is over. I can still transform, but only for fleeting moments, and the pain it brings is... unbearable.
Göll's face showed a mix of concern and curiosity.
Göll But how? You were so powerful...
Toshinori sighed in return.
Toshinori Yagi: During my battle with All for One, I was gravely injured. Half of my lungs and many other organs were severely damaged. And now, the power of One for All resides with Izuku Midoriya, my successor.
Brunhilde: There's a reason we chose you for Ragnarok, Toshinori. Midoriya may be powerful, but he is young. The rules of Ragnarok are brutal – if a fighter dies, their soul is shattered irreparably. It would be a tragic end for such a young, promising hero.
Toshinori was perplexed.
Toshinori Yagi: You want me to fight in this state? I... I can't.
Brunhilde's expression turned into a cold, calculating smirk.
Brunhilde: You see, Toshinori Yagi, this is not about what you can or cannot do. This is about the survival of humanity. The gods are indeed powerful, but the rules of this tournament are there to be bent, if not broken, to ensure humanity's survival.
Toshinori looked at Brunhilde, trying to grasp the full implications of her words.
Toshinori Yagi: But... Midoriya is the bearer of One for All. How can I fight without it?
Brunhilde: Let's just say we have our ways. The Valkyries are not mere spectators in this battle. We are the key to tipping the scales in humanity's favor.
The corridor widened as they approached a large door, carved with symbols that seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly energy.
Pushing the door open, they entered a vast training ground, a wide expanse that was as breathtaking as it was intimidating. Waiting in the center was another Valkyrie, Randgriz, her presence both serene and commanding.
Göll, unable to contain her excitement, ran towards Randgriz. The two sisters embraced, a moment of familial warmth in a setting that was otherwise steeped in the anticipation of war.
Göll: Randgriz! I've missed you so much!
Randgriz smiled warmly at Göll.
Randgriz: I know, little sister. It's been an entire week, hasn't it?
Turning to face Brunhilde, Randgriz's demeanor shifted, becoming more formal. Brunhilde's gaze was intense, focused.
Brunhilde: Do you have it? she asked, her tone direct.
Randgriz nodded, producing a jagged dagger that seemed to pulse with a greenish energy. Brunhilde's eyes narrowed slightly, assessing the weapon.
Brunhilde: Mr. Yagi, this is why we're here, Brunhilde stated, turning to Toshinori. She handed him the dagger. This is your chance to reclaim 'One for All'.
Toshinori looked at the dagger with a mix of disbelief and apprehension.
Toshinori Yagi: Recover One for All... with this? (he asked, his voice laced with uncertainty)
Seeing Toshinori's hesitation, Randgriz stepped forward to explain, her voice soothing yet earnest.
Randgriz: This dagger is known as 'Borrowed Force'. It temporarily absorbs the powers of those it stabs. Then, when used on another, the power it currently holds can be transferred to the target for a limited period of nine hours.
Toshinori's gaze shifted between the dagger and Randgriz, a myriad of thoughts running through his mind.
Toshinori Yagi: Has... has this been used on Midoriya? (he asked, concern for his successor evident in his voice)
Randgriz nodded, her expression compassionate.
Randgriz: Yes, but fear not, Izuku Midoriya is safe. The power will return to him once the time limit is up. It was necessary to ensure the best chance of humanity's survival.
Göll, realizing the implications, voiced her concern.
Göll: But isn't this too extreme? Using such a method...
Brunhilde: Extreme times call... for extreme measures. The survival of humanity justify the means.
Toshinori held the dagger, feeling its power pulse in his hand. He understood the sacrifice and risk involved. This was a moment of decision, one that could change the course of the battle – a pivotal point in the Ragnarok.
Back to the Present.
The God of Thunder towered over him, All Might, with every ounce of his remaining strength, called out to Randgriz, seeking her assistance in this dire moment.
Thor: This is where your struggle ends.
All Might: Randgriz, now! Völundr!
In an instant, Randgriz responded, her form transforming into metallic gloves that encased All Might's hands. The gloves shimmered with a radiant energy, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos.
All Might, arms crossed, braces for the impact. The arena holds its breath as Thor brings down Mjölnir with cataclysmic force. However, All Might, channeling the power of Randgriz's Völundr, manages to withstand the blow. A shockwave erupts from the point of impact, sending a tremor throughout the arena.
Thor: How can you...?
All Might, with every fiber of his being screaming in agony, pushed back against Thor's attack, his voice a defiant roar.
All Might: I am here to uphold the dreams of humanity! I will not be crushed!
Heimdall, observing the scene from his vantage point, can't contain his awe:
Heimdall: Incredible! All Might defies the odds once more!
Atop the arena, Ares looked on in disbelief, unable to comprehend the resilience of All Might. Zeus, meanwhile, stroked his beard thoughtfully, a realization dawning upon him.
Zeus: No mortal force should withstand Mjölnir, (he mused) Something else is at play here.
Hermes, observing his father's contemplative state, inquired.
Hermes: What troubles you, Father?
Göll, sensing Zeus's glare, clings nervously to Brunhilde. Sister.
Goll: Zeus is looking this way! (she whispers, a mix of awe and apprehension in her voice)
Brunhilde: It seems he's finally noticed. Let him look.
Zeus, now fully aware of the Valkyries' machinations, nods in admiration.
Zeus: Clever, Valkyrie! Using your sisters to aid mankind's champions. (he muses, his voice laced with a mix of respect and intrigue)
Hermes, following his father's gaze, realized the extent of the Valkyries' scheming.
Zeus continued, his voice tinged with a mixture of admiration and annoyance.
Zeus: They have been orchestrating this from the shadows, assisting the champions of mankind. A bold move, indeed.
All Might, feeling the weight of his mortal limits, gasped for breath, his muscles strained to the brink. Every movement was a struggle. He bore the marks of Thor's mighty attacks, bruises and cuts adorned his body, a visual representation of the battle's ferocity.
Thor: Remarkable, human! Continue to fight!
Each exchange between them is a spectacle of raw power and skill. All Might, empowered by Völundr's Steel Gloves and the lingering vestiges of One For All, unleashes a barrage of formidable punches. The air crackles with the immense energy unleashed from each blow, creating a visual and sonic symphony that enthralls the audience.
Thor, with Mjölnir crackling with divine lightning, meets All Might's punches with equal force. Their clashes send ripples of shockwaves throughout the arena, eliciting gasps and roars from the crowd.
All Might, his breath coming in labored gasps, starts to feel the immense burden of sustaining his power. Despite regaining One For All, his body is not what it once was.
All Might: I'm... reaching my limit... But I must continue!
Thor: Your mortal strength fades. Your power is great, but it cannot last against the eternal endurance of a god.
All Might, rallying for one last effort, prepares to engage Thor again. His every movement is a struggle, a fight against his own body's limitations.
In the crowd, Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugo watch with intense focus. Bakugo's usual brashness gives way to a rare display of concern for his idol, while Midoriya's eyes are filled with a mix of worry and admiration.
Midoriya: All Might... he's pushing himself too far.
Bakugo: He's still going... That's what makes him the best.
Thor: It's time to conclude this.
Thor, anticipating All Might's movements, swung Mjölnir with deadly precision, aiming for a decisive blow. All Might, summoning every ounce of his remaining strength, narrowly avoided a swing aimed at his head, moving with a swiftness that belied his weary state.
All Might, positioning himself a mere meter from Thor, mustered his energy for a colossal move. With a primal roar, he unleashed.
All Might: '200% United States of Smash!' (The sheer force of the attack sent shockwaves across the arena, shaking its very foundations)
Thor was hurled through the air, crashing against the arena wall. The sight of a god bleeding was unprecedented, stirring a mix of awe and fear in the hearts of spectators.
Thor, amidst the excitement, grunted in acknowledgment of All Might's strength.
Thor: You've drawn blood from a god... Good.
All Might, his body pushed to its limits, struggled to maintain his stance. He had given his all in that last strike, yet Thor was not only still standing but preparing for another assault.
Thor then launched Mjölnir with immense force. The hammer, spinning rapidly, created a tornado-like vortex as it whirled through the air. All Might, his reflexes slowed from exhaustion, narrowly avoided the direct hit. However, Thor had already planned his next move.
With a swift motion, Thor recalled Mjölnir, catching it in a mid-air collision, using the momentum to amplify his next attack.
With his long red hair billowing like a fiery mantle, Thor leaped towards All Might, bringing down Mjölnir with unstoppable force. All Might, attempting to defend with his left hand covered by Randgriz's Völundr, screamed in agony as the hammer connected, unleashing a blinding explosion of electricity, obscuring the arena in smoke.
Heimdall, unable to see the outcome, commented on the dire situation:
Heimdall: A devastating attack! The fate of All Might hangs in the balance!
As the smoke slowly cleared, Thor stood, his breathing heavy, feeling the remnants of what he believed to be All Might beneath Mjölnir. He wondered, had he finally crushed the human champion? The suspense was palpable, the crowd silent.
Thor: (quietly to himself) Has the might of Mjölnir prevailed?
The thunder god then heard heavy breathing muffled by agony. He slowly lifted his pulsating Mjölnir, revealing beneath it not the entirety of All Might, but his severed left arm, now crushed to an unrecognizable state. The sight was harrowing, the flesh and bone of the arm had been obliterated, leaving behind a mangled, bleeding stump.
Twenty meters away, All Might was struggling. His left shoulder, from where his arm had been forcibly severed, bled profusely. In a desperate attempt to halt the bleeding, he used his remaining strength to contract his muscles at the wound, an agonizing and energy-draining effort. The strain was too much for his battered body, and he reverted to his skinny, frail form, revealing his true self to the stunned crowd.
Thor, witnessing this, chose not to attack. His respect for All Might as a worthy adversary only deepened, recognizing the incredible mental fortitude it took to endure such pain.
Amidst the shock of the audience, All Might's gaze found Izuku Midoriya. Despite his pain, All Might managed a warm smile.
All Might: Izuku... your courage, your spirit, they continue to inspire me. Keep fighting, young successor. The future is yours to shape.
Izuku, overwhelmed by the sight of his mentor's sacrifice, nodded silently. Beside him, Bakugo was filled with a desperate concern, his shouts echoing in the arena.
With immense effort, All Might pushed himself back to his feet, regaining his muscular form through sheer will.
All Might: Ladies and gentlemen! I stand before you as the embodiment of humanity's justice. We have faced countless trials throughout history, and time and again, we have triumphed! We will not give in to despair! No matter the outcome of this battle, stay focused on the path of hope! Even if it kills me, don't stop fighting!
Nana Shimura, watching from the crowd, felt a mix of pride and sorrow for her student. Whether he would survive or fall, she knew All Might embodied the true essence of heroism.
Nana Shimura: (internally) Toshinori, you've always been more than a hero. Your strength is your heart, not just your muscles. You've done more than enough.
Thor, observing All Might's resilience, addressed him with a tone that mixed respect with a warrior's bloodlust.
Thor: Your words have weight, human. I hope you've taken our battle with the seriousness it deserves. For if you cherish your kind so dearly, prove it in this final stand!
All Might, understanding the gravity of Thor's words, prepared himself for what might be their final exchange. Both warriors were locked in a deadly dance, each move potentially their last.
All Might: Thor, god of thunder, know this - I have given everything to this battle, for the sake of humanity. Let us see this through to the end, with all the honor and might we possess!
Thor, the god of thunder, stood with an air of serene anticipation. He had set his colossal weapon, Mjölnir, into a swirling vortex, creating a tornado-like force that whirled menacingly around the arena. This was not just a display of raw power, it was a prelude to his ultimate combination of techniques.
Meanwhile, All Might, battered and visibly weakened, stood pondering his next move. His mind raced as he considered pushing One For All beyond its known limits. The idea of combining the Detroit Smash with the United States of Smash, magnified to an intensity beyond two hundred percent, lingered in his thoughts. However, he was acutely aware of the dire consequences this might have on his already strained body.
All Might feels the oppressive weight of the energy he is channeling. Pushing One For All beyond two hundred percent with United State of Smash is a gamble with dire consequences, yet he sees no alternative. As the power surges within his right hand, time seems to slow, and the spectral presence of Yoichi Shigaraki, the original user of One For All, appears in his mind.
Yoichi Shigaraki: Toshinori, remember the essence of One For All. It's a power passed down to protect, to uplift. It was never meant to contest gods. Pushing beyond your limits is commendable, but remember its origin. It's a flame that kindles hope, not a weapon to pierce the heavens.
All Might, feeling the weight of Yoichi's words, responded with a mix of desperation and resolve.
All Might: I understand. But this is about more than just me. It's about our collective will, the spirit of humanity. If I don't stand up now, who will? I'm willing to sacrifice everything, even my soul, for one final strike, to shatter a star!
Yoichi, with a solemn tone, conveyed the gravity of such a decision.
Yoichi Shigaraki: If that's your decision, the repercussions will be immediate and irreversible. But know this, you won't be alone.
As Yoichi's voice faded, other predecessors of One For All appeared in All Might's mindscape, each lending their support. Nana Shimura, Kudo, Bruce, Hikage Shinomori, Daigoro Banjo, En – all echoed words of encouragement and solidarity, understanding the weight of All Might's impending sacrifice.
Kudo: Your bravery will echo through the ages.
Bruce: Carry our will, All Might. Show them the true power of humanity.
Hikage Shinomori: You're not just fighting for today, but for all of tomorrow. Let your strike be the embodiment of our united will.
Daigoro Banjo: Fight on, Toshinori. Let our combined strengths guide your fist.
En: This moment defines our legacy. Make it count.
Nana Shimura: Toshinori, we stand with you. Do what must be done.
As Thor's Mjölnir completed its aerial dance and began its return to its master, All Might's body began to heat up and radiate an intense dark blue flame through his entire body. It was an unprecedented manifestation of One For All, a level of strength that defied the very fabric of its legacy.
All Might, with a heavy heart, prepared for his final, star-shattering move. The previous bearers lent their strength, understanding the irreversible damage this would inflict upon Toshinori's body.
In that moment, All Might went through his final mutation, his physical form resonating with the combined power of every previous bearer. His muscles bulged beyond their natural limits, his costume started to break under the sheer pressure, his blue eyes ablaze with an otherworldly glow. This was the ultimate sacrifice – a final, devastating blow that encapsulated the hopes and dreams of every One For All bearer.
All Might: For humanity, for hope, I'll give everything. Let this strike be the embodiment of our collective will!
Thor's grip on Mjölnir tightened to an almost impossible degree. He channeled all of his immense divine energy into his living weapon, his muscles tensed to their limits. The air crackled with electric tension as he prepared a technique combining his previous maneuvers into one cataclysmic strike. His eyes, blazing with a dark green hue, reflected his unbridled ferocity.
All Might, on the other hand, gathered every ounce of power left in his being, his right arm enveloped in a searing blue fire. The raw energy of One For All surged through him, pushing beyond what was thought possible. He was ready to unleash a move that could only be described as monumental.
The arena itself seemed to tremble in anticipation. Thor and All Might, embodiments of their respective realms, charged towards each other at an unfathomable speed. Their approach carved a path of destruction – Thor's trail marked by thunder and lightning, All Might's by a burning blue fire.
As they neared, time seemed to stand still. Thor, with a primal yell, brought foward Mjölnir.
Thor: Geirröd Thor's Hammer!
Simultaneously, All Might, channeling every hero that ever lived within him, thrust his right fist forward.
All Might: All for One, 10000%! United Solar Smash of Detroit!
In an instant, a colossal explosion of light and energy erupted at the point of their collision. A pillar of intertwined blue and dark blue energy shot upwards, piercing the sky. The force of the explosion was so overwhelming that it engulfed the entire arena. The gods and humans alike recoiled from the blast, feeling the raw power of the collision.
Amidst this chaos, Heimdall, usually composed and dignified, was caught off-guard. He yelled out, desperately trying to maintain his role as an announcer even as he felt the searing heat and electric surge of the blast, forcing to endure tortorous pain.
Heimdall: Agh! By the heavens! This...this power is unprecedented! The very essence of Ragnarok is unfolding before our eyes!
The fog of battle slowly cleared, leaving behind a scene of unimaginable consequence. Thor, the indomitable god of thunder, was no more than a remnant of his former self. The upper half obliterated by All Might's final, desperate attack.
Blood cascaded from the severed torso, a macabre fountain staining the sky and arena. Nearby, the once mighty Mjölnir lay in ruin, its meld of metal and flesh grotesquely splattered across the ground. Its life force extinguished in the ferocious battle.
The spectators' eyes desperately searched for All Might. But all that remained were the shredded pieces of his heroic garb, fluttering in the wind. His physical form had been disintegrated, sacrificed in a display of power that defied the limits of human capability.
In the crowd, Izuku Midoriya's face was a mask of shock and disbelief. His voice trembled as he murmured:
Izuku Midoriya: No... All Might...
Beside him, Katsuki Bakugou's raw scream echoed the anguish of all who had looked up to the symbol of justice and peace.
Katsuki Bakugou: Nnooo!
The gods themselves were not immune to the shock.
Zeus: (with a tone of amusement) Ha! Who would have thought? A human surpassing our expectations. Not all mortals are frail, it seems.
Ares, however, was visibly shaken, struggling to process the death of a fellow god at the hands of a mortal.
Hermes, always the observer, turned to comfort his brother Ares.
Hermes: (trying to offer solace) Ares, it's not all lost. The human champion has perished as well. Balance in a way, wouldn't you say?
Odin, observed the aftermath from his seat, with a stern expression.
Odin: Thor's end... a result of his own unbridled bloodlust. Such mutual destruction... it could have been avoided.
Loki, ever the trickster, couldn't help but smile at the chaotic turn of events, musing about the consequences for Thor's soul.
In the midst of this chaos, Heimdall, having regained some semblance of composure despite his scorched clothing, observed the tragic scene before him. With a heavy heart, he spoke.
Heimdall: Such power... both the god and the champion have fallen. This is the true cost of Ragnarok, a battle where even the victors pay the ultimate price.
As his words faded, a sudden, ear-shattering sound from above caused everyone to look skyward. In disbelief, they witnessed the moon, now partially obliterated, its fragments crashing towards Earth. The shockwave of the collision was so intense that it had reached celestial bodies.
Heimdall: Behold! The aftermath reaches even the heavens. Such is the force unleashed here today. The moon, scarred by the conflict of gods and men. A reminder of the unprecedented events of this Ragnarok!
Heimdall, his role as the announcer never more crucial, cautiously approached the remains of Thor. The sight before him left little doubt - Thor, the mighty God of Thunder, could not regenerate from such catastrophic injuries. Heimdall's voice, steady yet somber, announced the outcome of this battle.
Heimdall: Ladies and gentlemen, the first round of Ragnarok has ended in a way none could have predicted. Neither side claims victory this day. A stalemate - both the god and the human champion have fallen!
The crowds, both divine and human, reacted with a mixture of disbelief and disappointment. The spectacle they had witnessed was beyond anything they had imagined, yet it had concluded without a decisive victor.
As Heimdall spoke, the souls of Thor and All Might began to ascend from their respective remains, glowing with a spectral green hue. They floated upwards, becoming increasingly ethereal before fragmenting and disappearing, destined for Niflhel.
Göll, witnessing the departure of Randgriz's soul alongside All Might, let out a heart-wrenching cry. Her anguish was palpable.
Göll: (crying out in anguish) No! Not Randgriz! How can this be?
Brunhilde: (calmly, with an undercurrent of satisfaction) It is a stalemate, yes. But it is also a message. Humanity can stand against the gods. All Might's final stand has ignited a flame that will burn in the hearts of our champions. The next round will be different. Such a stalemate will not occur again.
Göll, tears streaming down her face, turned to Brunhilde, her voice filled with a mix of grief and disbelief.
Göll: How can you be so calm? Randgriz... our sister... she was the kindest among us. And now she's gone forever!
Brunhilde, turning to leave for the summoning chamber, hidden the flicker of pain in her eyes, spoke with a tone that belied her true feelings.
Brunhilde: She chose to bond with All Might until the very end, to enhance the power of One For All. Without her sacrifice, Thor might have emerged victorious. This outcome, though tragic, has served a purpose. It has instilled hope in humanity. Our duty as Valkyries is to ensure humanity's survival, whatever the cost. Our personal feelings have no place in this war.
In the aftermath, the spectators, both divine and mortal, reflected on the events that had unfolded. The stalemate had indeed been unexpected, but it had demonstrated the incredible potential of humanity when pushed to its limits. The battle may have ended in a draw, but the message it sent was clear, humanity would not go down without a fight.
All Might vs Thor
Match Length: 14 minutes and 39 Seconds.
Decisive Move: Simultaneous - 'Geirröd Thor's Hammer' (Thor) and 'All for One, 10000% United Solar Smash of Detroit' (All Might)
Victor: Stalemate
Humans 0 - 0 Gods