"The sky was stained red when the world changed forever.
I was there, watching from a distance, helpless, as the air vibrated with the force of something we couldn't comprehend. Something older than us, more powerful than almost any Quirk we had ever seen.
It was on that day that humanity found its god of destruction.
I called him "Gojira."
At first, it was just a rumor, nothing more than a spike in radiation growing in a remote area of my nation. But when he was born, his arrival was a cataclysm we hadn't foreseen, not even in our worst fears.
Fushikawa Makoto, a newborn, fragile and small, wrapped in the most devastating energy known to science.
It was impossible to imagine how such a small body could contain such colossal power. But there he was, a child who didn't even have the chance to cry, because his very existence brought with it the fury of nature itself. His eyes, still closed to the world, radiated heat; the flesh of his body glowed faintly as if beneath his skin, a reactor was pulsing, on the verge of exploding.
That hospital was reduced to rubble minutes after his birth. I saw it all from the quarantine barrier, safe but useless. The emergency team tried to evacuate the survivors, but it was in vain. No one could get close to him; the air was full of ionized particles, lethal to any ordinary human. For Makoto, that was simply the beginning of his life.
It was the beginning of the end for the rest of us.
The heroes — who, truth be told, were nothing more than a handful of glorified agents of the Hero Public Safety Commission — tried to reach him, believing they could contain him. Fools. No known Quirk could stand against the fury of a child who was, in essence, a living bomb. We knew this from the start, and yet, we could do nothing.
Makoto wasn't just another infant with a dangerous Quirk.
The sensors at the base began to scream in sync with the alarms, over and over, unable to measure the energy emanating from him. What we had before us was not a simple birth, but an event that would change everything.
And I, Serizawa Ishiro, was destined to bear the responsibility of choosing his fate.
On one side, a newborn with the potential to become the most destructive creature ever known. On the other, humanity, terrified of what he could become. In those early days, the solution seemed simple: stop him before it was too late.
Kill Gojira before his power fully awakened.
But when I saw him, small, defenseless, wrapped in nuclear flames, I knew it couldn't be that simple.
Because Gojira wasn't just a monster walking among us.
He was our reflection.
My only question, then, was how much time we had before his fury consumed everything.
End of entry."
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March 13, unknown year.
"I have seen things no man should ever see.
I've been to the darkest corners of nature, studying, observing, trying to understand that which defies all logic. But today... today is different.
Makoto Fushikawa has been born.
The chaos surrounding him is indescribable.
The reports came early this morning: the baby, barely a few hours old, has caused an anomaly of unprecedented proportions.
The hospital where he was born no longer exists, reduced to rubble in a matter of minutes. An infant, innocent and fragile, but within his body lies the power of a nuclear reactor.
That damned Serizawa thinks I didn't hear him, but of course I did when he muttered like a fool: "Gojira."
That name… the remnant of a past we all tried to forget, but that now returns, more alive than ever. I know it, though I never thought it would be real. I believed it was just a myth, a warning from nature that had been buried in history. But now, here it is, embodied in the form of a... human?
One thing is Quirks of mutation, which give extravagant appearances to those who possess them, but this...
Forget it.
The lab was silent when we received the first data. Radiation levels are so high that even the measuring machines fail to quantify them. No known technology can explain what's happening inside this newborn's body. His skin, delicate and pale, emits a faint glow; his breath, despite his short life, releases an energy that even the most advanced containment system hasn't been able to stop.
In a few minutes, a newborn eclipsed the disaster of Chernobyl, the incident at Ciudad Juarez…
Some consider him a weapon, others a blessing. I, however, see him as a warning.
Makoto Fushikawa is not simply a child. He is the beginning of something much larger, much more terrifying. He is the point where nature is showing us that we are playing with forces we cannot control.
My mind keeps asking: What kind of life can a child have whose birth marked the collapse of a city? How do you raise someone who is, essentially, a living bomb?
The Hero Public Safety Commission are already mobilizing, trying to decide whether he should be eliminated before his power grows beyond any control.
But... who are we to make that decision?
I've spent my life trying to understand the mysteries of nature, but Gojira... Gojira is something different.
It doesn't follow the rules of this world. It doesn't belong to our logic. I've read about creatures that represent the limits of what life can endure, but none of this compares to what's before us.
The baby, still doesn't understand his power, his responsibility, or the destiny awaiting him. But he will, and when that moment comes, I don't know if humanity will be ready for what he brings with him.
My colleagues say we must keep our distance. That the only way to ensure our survival is to make sure Gojira never fully awakens. But I... I can't stop thinking that maybe this creature, this child, is more than a threat.
Perhaps, through him, nature is giving us a chance. A chance to learn, to adapt, or perhaps even to redeem ourselves.
I still don't know.
But one thing is certain: he is not just a child.
He is the end of what we know and the beginning of something we can't even imagine.
—Goro Maki."
The weight of his words fell with overwhelming slowness. Goro closed his notebook, looking out the window of the plane that carried him to the containment zone. There, somewhere among the ruins of a world that had never been the same since that early morning, lay the answer to a question we should never have asked.
The future walked among us, radiating the power of a god.
And his name was Makoto.