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Japan.
A burst of explosions shook the busy street.
Inside a bank, smoke filled the air, and within seconds, intense sirens blared.
A man, towering over five meters and covered in muscle like a mutated beast exposed to some radiation, crashed through the bank wall and burst onto the street.
He let out a roar and tore down the street, moving even faster than a police car.
Cars parked along the road couldn't stop him; they were thrown aside like toys by his massive frame.
Over his shoulder, he carried a cloth bag from which banknotes spilled, flying out through the gaps.
Seeing this, the residents on both sides of the street screamed in fear, while some of the braver ones whispered:
"Hey! Is this another personality crime?"
"I heard he robbed the bank and took off with eight million yen."
"Is that a quirk that boosts physical strength? It's insane."
"With power like that, and he still resorts to crime..."
"Where are the heroes?"
Ever since the birth of a glowing baby in Qingqing City, China, years ago, more and more people have awakened superpowers.
Society gradually transformed into a "superhuman" society.
Over time, people began calling these superpowers "quirks."
With the rise in powerful quirks, crimes exploiting these abilities also surged.
To keep such crimes in check, a new profession emerged: heroes.
"What the heck!?"
A girl, around fifteen years old with a ponytail, looked on. She had a charming face, an exceptional figure, and a graceful presence.
When she saw the bank robber charging down the road toward her, she was momentarily stunned.
Instinctively, she raised her right hand, and a faint, colorful light emanated from her palm.
It was clear she also possessed a quirk.
But before she could activate it, the robber barreled past her like a speeding train.
Turning around with a look of frustration, she muttered, "Damn it! My quirk takes too long to activate."
The bank robber moved at breakneck speed, leaving the police cars further and further behind.
Just as the ponytailed girl thought they'd have to wait for professional heroes to intervene, she saw a young man, about her age, standing in the middle of the street, hands in his pockets, staring calmly at the charging robber.
The boy looked to be around fifteen or sixteen, wearing a blue patterned jacket, beige casual pants, and black leather shoes.
Under his dark hair, his sharp, well-defined features gave him a look of strength and confidence.
Even through his jacket, his strong physique was apparent, reminding the ponytailed girl of the famous martial artist Bruce Lee.
"Get out of there! It's dangerous!"
She shouted in alarm.
The women on both sides of the street covered their eyes, bracing themselves for the worst.
"Move aside, brat!"
the robber bellowed, not slowing down in the slightest.
"Oh?"
The young man smirked at the monstrous figure charging toward him.
He calmly raised his right hand, pointing his index finger at the robber.
In an instant, a man in golden armor appeared beside the young man, exuding an intimidating presence. His face, partially hidden, had bronze skin and muscles that seemed ready to burst.
"What is that!?"
The ponytailed girl gasped.
The young man's smirk widened, and he snapped his fingers.
The armored figure clenched his fist and punched the robber with tremendous force.
Boom!
The moment the fist made contact, it sounded like an explosion.
The five-meter-tall robber, who looked as tough as a beast, flipped in the air twice and crashed heavily onto the street, landing right in front of the young man.
For a moment, the whole street fell silent.
The robber's quirk faded as he lay there, unconscious, with a deep, fist-shaped dent in his face.
"Kid... what kind of quirk do you have..."
Returning to his normal size, the robber struggled to speak, his eyes barely open.
The young man smirked, bowing slightly, and replied, "This is... *The World.*"
The armored figure reached over, took the bag of money from the robber's shoulder, and handed it to the young man.
The young man peeked inside at the colorful stacks of banknotes and grinned, "Quite a haul. This has to be at least a hundred million yen."
At that moment, the police cars arrived, tires screeching to a halt.
Inside one of the cars, a police officer saw the young man standing over the defeated robber and turned to his partner, surprised, "Officer, it's him again!"
The officer called "local police officer" frowned, pulled up data on the car's computer, and the young man's photo and information appeared.
Name: Itadori Muzan
Age: 15
Height: 185 cm
Birthplace: Qingqing City, China
Quirk: Stand Power – *The World*
Background: A year ago, his only relative, his grandfather Itadori Wen, a Chinese hero ranked No. 25, passed away. Itadori transferred to Oriji Junior High School in Japan. Recently, he was suspended for using his quirk to attack a classmate.
The officer sighed and muttered, "This quirk... it's similar to the one in that anime *JoJo's Bizarre Adventure*... Dio's Stand."
Itadori wasn't originally from this world. He was a reincarnator, reincarnated into this parallel version of "My Hero Academia" after dozing off watching anime. At age five, he discovered his quirk, and it turned out to be Dio Brando's Stand—*The World*.
Though he hadn't yet unlocked *The World*'s time-stopping ability, Itadori had honed his power. At fifteen, his Stand was nearly as powerful as Dio's. He believed it was only a matter of time before he could fully wield *The World*'s time-stopping skill.
While Dio's Stand was typically invisible to non-Stand users, in this world, everyone could see *The World.*
The police began surrounding him. One officer, Takuuchi Naomasa, approached and frowned, saying, "Itadori, from Oriji Junior High, right? Don't you know it's illegal to use your quirk like that without a license?"
Japan's quirk management laws strictly prohibited using quirks against others without a hero license.
Itadori shrugged and replied, "Isn't there a law saying the finder of lost property gets 10% of its value?"
He lifted the bag of banknotes, chuckling, "There's at least a hundred million yen in here. Could you let me keep ten million?"
Officer Naomasa hesitated, clearly troubled. He should technically take both Itadori and the robber to the station.
Just then, the ponytailed girl rushed up, calling out, "I'm sorry! I apologize!"
"You're… the daughter of the Yaoyorozu Corporation's president?" Naomasa asked in surprise.
"Yes, I'm Momo Yaoyorozu." She replied, bowing, "This… um, classmate saved our bank. Please, officer, show him some leniency."
Naomasa hesitated, but Itadori, already feeling bored, dropped the bag on the ground and turned to leave, "What a pointless rule."
"Hey, wait!" The officers shouted, "You can't leave yet!"
Seeing that Itadori wanted to leave, several policemen stepped forward to stop him.
"I'm not in a very good mood right now." He muttered, frowning slightly. As he raised his hand, his Stand, [The World], materialized beside him. It took a fighting stance, its intimidating presence casting a tense atmosphere over the scene.
The policemen flinched, swallowing nervously as they felt the Stand's intense aura.
In this society, not everyone has awakened a quirk. Approximately 80% of the population possesses quirks, while the remaining 20% are ordinary people.
Among the police, there are also those without quirks or with only minor abilities, making them particularly cautious when facing someone like Itadori and his formidable Stand.