Goku Midoriya sat comfortably in the plush first-class seat of the international flight bound for New York. The luxury of the seat wasn't lost on him—spacious legroom, premium food service, and a window seat with an incredible view of the sky. Still, it wasn't something he dwelled on. Every yen spent had been earned through hard work or saved meticulously over time, supplemented by the steady flow of funds his father Hisashi sent home.
Hisashi wasn't home often due to his overseas work, but he made sure his family was provided for. Goku had used the money responsibly, ensuring he could pursue his dream and push his limits. This trip wasn't just a vacation; it was the first step in a journey that he hoped would transform him into a world-class hero.
As Goku gazed out of the window, watching the endless horizon of clouds and sky, his mind raced with possibilities.
"Should I work as a part-time vigilante?" he muttered under his breath, his voice almost drowned out by the hum of the engines. "Or maybe take the American Hero Test when I turn fourteen?"
The thought sent a ripple of excitement through him. America's hero system was vastly different from Japan's, and it intrigued him. For one, American heroes were allowed to exercise lethal force, though only under strict conditions. If a situation demanded it—such as saving civilians from extreme danger or stopping a villain who had committed atrocities even after imprisonment—heroes were authorized to end a life.
"It's stricter," Goku mused, leaning back in his seat. "But it makes sense. A hero's duty is to protect people, no matter what. Some villains... they don't stop. I don't know if I could ever make that kind of call, though. Could I?"
He tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, his mind shifting to his growing power. "I don't know if it's because of my Saiyan side or Goku Black's power," he thought, closing his eyes for a moment, "but the urge to fight keeps growing stronger. It's overwhelming sometimes, like I need to push my body to its limit just to feel alive. The urge to kill... that's there too, but it's faint, like an echo. Still, it's unsettling."
The memory of his training sessions back home with Izuku flashed in his mind. Those sessions helped calm the storm inside him, but now, without a sparring partner or a clear goal, the restlessness was growing stronger.
He exhaled deeply, forcing himself to relax. The plane was already airborne, cruising smoothly above the clouds. The gentle vibrations of the aircraft and the soft chatter of passengers lulled him into a state of calm. Without realizing it, he dozed off.
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Two hours passed uneventfully, the hum of the engines a steady background rhythm. Goku was jolted awake by the sound of hurried footsteps and raised voices. He blinked away the grogginess, his sharp senses instantly on high alert.
A group of men stormed the cabin, dressed in dark clothing and wearing masks that obscured their faces. Their movements were coordinated and deliberate. One of them fired a shot into the ceiling, causing a collective gasp of terror to erupt from the passengers.
"Everyone, listen up!" one of the men barked, his voice harsh and commanding. "Stay in your seats, or you'll regret it!"
The cabin fell into a tense silence, punctuated by muffled sobs and the occasional stifled cry. The terrorists spread out through the plane, their eyes scanning the passengers. One of them—a tall, broad-shouldered man with piercing eyes visible through his mask—appeared to be the leader.
"All of you!" he shouted, his voice cold and authoritative. "Get on your knees and keep your heads down! No sudden moves, and no one gets hurt."
Goku's eyes narrowed as he observed the scene. His sharp senses picked up the fear in the air, the way passengers froze under the terrorists' commands. He scanned the cabin, noting the positions of each man, the weapons they carried, and their body language. His instincts screamed at him to act, but he stayed still for now, choosing to observe and wait.
"Why are you doing this?" a brave passenger dared to ask, his voice trembling but defiant.
The leader turned to him slowly, his presence radiating menace. "Why?" he repeated, his voice laced with disdain. "Because your government thinks it can meddle in matters it doesn't understand. This is a message—one that won't be ignored."
He gestured sharply to his men, who moved down the aisles, roughly pulling passengers out of their seats and forcing them to comply. Goku stayed calm, blending in with the terrified crowd, though his mind was racing.
One of the terrorists, a wiry man with jittery movements, stopped near Goku's seat. His eyes narrowed behind his mask as he noticed Goku sitting calmly, unshaken by the chaos around him. He raised his gun, pointing it directly at Goku's face.
"You!" the man snarled. "Get out of your seat and on your knees! Now!"
Goku raised his hands slowly, his expression calm and his tone measured. "I don't want trouble," he said evenly, his voice carrying just enough authority to make the man hesitate.
The terrorist's grip on the gun faltered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. "I said get down!" he barked again, louder this time.
Goku stood slowly, his movements deliberate. "All right," he said, his voice steady. He knelt on the floor as instructed, keeping his body relaxed but his senses sharp.
"This isn't the time to act," Goku thought, glancing at the leader, who was now barking orders to his men. "Not yet. I need to know what they're planning first. Jumping in without a plan will only make things worse."
The leader approached, his sharp gaze locking onto Goku. He stopped a few feet away, studying him.
"You're too calm," he said, suspicion creeping into his voice. "Most people would be crying or begging by now."
Goku met his gaze, his expression neutral. "I'm just trying to stay alive, like everyone else," he replied simply.
The leader lingered for a moment longer, then turned away, gesturing for his men to continue securing the cabin.
Goku stayed on his knees, blending in with the other passengers. But his mind was anything but still.
"This is bad," he thought. "If these guys are just trying to send a message, they'll want to make a spectacle of this. The stakes are high, and I can't let them hurt anyone. But I need to time this perfectly. If I make the wrong move, people could die."
The boiling energy of his Saiyan blood simmered just below the surface, urging him to fight, to unleash his strength and put an end to this. But for now, he forced himself to wait. His time would come, and when it did, he would be ready.
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