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Quotes:

"It is tragedies that give true strength to a person."

© All For One, My Hero Academia (manga) chapter 421

"A snake that cannot cast off its skin dies. Just as minds that cannot change their minds cease to be minds."

©Nietzsche

"A smile does not always mean that a person is happy. Sometimes it means that a person is strong."

©Omar Khayyam

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A world where quirks and unique abilities were commonplace, and everyone used them to highlight their individuality. A world where villains and heroes clashed, both destroying and creating. Another life was about to begin in this cruel and dangerous world. Do not underestimate this wondrous new world. It will not simply accept you; it will grab hold of you in the brutal grip of reality, tearing at your flesh, grinding your bones to dust, and building a city over your grave, as it has done for countless others who perished...

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Women's screams echoed from an old, run-down building in the traditional Japanese style. Such homes remained only in distant villages. This family was expecting a new member, but on the sun-baked faces of those who had labored in the fields, there were no smiles of happiness. This unwanted pregnancy had landed on the head of the household like an anvil. Everyone understood there was no place for this child here—or rather, all didn't want to find a place for yet another life. As labor began, a fierce storm raged outside. Lightning struck the field, and the livestock scrambled to hide or escape from an unknown irritant. The birth was incredibly difficult, not only for the woman in labor but also for the elderly midwife.

-Keep going, my dear, you can do it - said the old woman to her daughter.

In the end, the mother died from blood loss, unable to hold on. The midwife miraculously managed to extract the child and slapped its back until it began to cry.

-That's not my son! What did he do to my wife?! He killed her!! - the furious husband screamed.

And indeed, the child had strange-colored hair and two terrifying red eyes. He was an albino. -Amaterasu herself has touched him! - thought the midwife. One might think he wasn't the man's son. Unable to stand the sight of him, the father cast both the midwife and the child out onto the doorstep, weeping for his wife. His family was there with him. The man didn't want to be reminded of the betrayal every day in his home.

No one in the village wanted to take him in except the midwife; no one else cared.

But she knew her grandson was special and would not let the ignorant villagers throw him away into the unknown. She decided to raise him herself. And as the storm subsided, the baby stopped crying. The red-eyed infant stared at the gray-haired woman.

Her name was Teruko. In this village, everyone called her that. She had moved here a few years ago to take care of her daughter, who had married a local landowner, purchasing an old house on the outskirts. In such a dilapidated village, some still remembered the old traditions of Japan, traditions long forgotten in the cities – victims of globalization and urbanization. The woman knew that the child's life would be difficult, and the forces that accompanied his birth were, in her opinion, proof of his uniqueness.

She gave him the name Nobunaga, after the great reformer and warlord of the Sengoku era. From then on, he would be called Nobu. The family name was kept quiet, as the name of the Himura clan still inspired fear and reverence among old enemies and the victims of their intricate political machinations.

Note: 1. Oda Nobunaga (1534–1582) is one of the most important and famous Japanese military leaders and politicians of the Sengoku, or "provincial war" period. His life and career had a profound influence on the formation of modern Japan.

The following days were spent registering Nobu's birth in the village, documenting the residence, and filling out paperwork that listed the parents, though Teruko was now the official guardian. Copies of these documents were sent to gather dust in the central office of a distant city via the village postman. In the village of Shitara, young people were trained to work, and quirks were used effectively despite the general prohibition on their use.

Teruko's decision to take on the guardianship was seen by the villagers as a blessing from above. To shed such a burden was, for them, the right choice.

-Well, this is a small sacrifice for him - thought Teruko as she rocked the crying child on a small wooden crib. She couldn't ignore the child, who was not at fault for this tragic situation. In fact, she considered the boy's white hair a sign of the Himura bloodline's purity—something to be proud of.

-Forgive me, my daughter. You had to go through this for such a child. Our family has long needed fresh and pure blood. Even little Ryuji isn't as pure as Nobunaga.

The woman was, in truth, fanatical and stereotypical when it came to hair color. In their clan, it was considered a sign of strength and influence. If Nobu also developed an ice quirk, a bright future was assured.

-Kurose, feed the baby with this mixture for a few days while I go to town and buy more - Teruko ordered. The old woman, who had lived a long life as part of the forgotten Himura clan, wasn't living alone in this house. She had also taken in an eight-year-old girl named Kurose. Despite her young age, Kurose had quickly been trained by the village to be obedient and help adults in any way she could. She had violet hair, cut short so as not to interfere with work.

Teruko had often told the story of how Kurose came to live with her—she had taken her in from an orphanage. But the truth was different. Across the hill and through the forest, there was a road where an accident had occurred. A car had burned, and the surviving girl, terrified, had fled into the woods. Teruko had found her while gathering mushrooms and berries and decided to take her in. The authorities assumed that the girl had disappeared, as her body had not been found, and there was talk of launching a search operation, but the government, which had built the new road, quietly let the matter die, brushing it under the rug.

As for why Teruko never reported the girl to the authorities, her motives were personal. Perhaps the old woman simply wanted the honor of raising children once again. She thought it would be better for Kurose here than in an orphanage.

Over the next few days, paperwork was completed, and the necessary documents sent to town. Life in the village of Shitara was built around work, and even though the use of quirks was restricted, they were still used for practical tasks, especially in labor.

Teruko believed that taking on the guardianship of the child was a small sacrifice, even a blessing. She had faith that Nobu, with his white hair and red eyes, was special. His birth had been accompanied by unusual forces, and she thought these were signs that he would be destined for something extraordinary.