MHA: Save And Load System, Becoming All Might's Perfect Successor!

The streets were quiet as my mother and I walked home from preschool.

The warm evening breeze rustled through the trees, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers.

I clutched her hand tightly, rambling about something Bakugo had done earlier that day.

"And then he said, 'Watch me blow this up!' and everyone got mad because he scorched the teacher's desk," I said, giggling at the memory.

My mother smiled, her green eyes soft with amusement. "Sounds like quite the troublemaker."

"He is! But he's also kind of funny—" I stopped mid-sentence, a sudden chill running down my spine.

The air felt wrong, heavy with an eerie stillness. Even the faint hum of city life seemed to have vanished. My mother noticed it too, her grip on my hand tightening slightly.

"Stay close, Renjiro," she said, her voice calm but firm.

We turned the corner, and that's when I saw him.

A figure stood in the middle of the street, his tattered cloak fluttering in the breeze. His eyes glinted with malice, and the ground around him was scorched and cracked.

Sparks flickered in the air like fireflies, only these weren't harmless—they were volatile, brimming with destructive energy.

"Get out of here!" someone shouted from a nearby alley.

A group of civilians huddled together, trembling as the man raised his hand toward them.

The explosion that followed was deafening. The ground shook, and debris flew everywhere as the alley collapsed in a cloud of smoke and fire.

"Stay here," my mother whispered, her voice trembling. She stepped forward, her healing quirk already glowing faintly in her hands.

"No, Mama—"

"Stay here," she repeated, glancing back at me with a look that brokered no argument.

I watched in frozen horror as she rushed to the injured civilians, her hands glowing brighter as she tended to their wounds.

The villain turned his attention to her, his lips curling into a twisted grin.

"Well, aren't you brave," he sneered. "But bravery won't save you."

I couldn't move. My legs felt like they were made of lead, and my mind screamed at me to do something—anything. Then, as the villain raised his hand to attack, something inside me snapped.

"Mama!" I screamed, running toward her.

"Renjiro, no!" she cried, but it was too late.

The explosion was blinding.

Heat and force slammed into me, and for a moment, everything went black. Pain radiated through my body, then faded into a cold, numbing silence.

The last thing I saw was my mother's face, streaked with tears, as she reached out for me.

…

I woke up in a void.

It was neither warm nor cold, neither light nor dark.

Just… nothingness.

My body felt weightless, but my mind was sharp, the memory of the explosion still vivid.

Am I… dead?

Before I could process the thought, a soft glow appeared in front of me.

Words began to materialize, floating in the emptiness:

[System Activation: Save And Load System Unlocked]

I stared, my mind struggling to comprehend.

A voice—calm, emotionless, and distinctly mechanical—echoed in my head.

[User has met the activation conditions: death. System functionality initiated. Reverting to the nearest stable temporal point.]

"Wait—what?" I managed to say before the world around me dissolved into a cascade of light.

…

I gasped, jolting upright.

The street was back, whole and untouched.

My mother was beside me, holding my hand, and the villain was nowhere to be seen—yet.

What…?" I whispered, my voice trembling.

My heart pounded as I looked around, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

'I died. I know I did. But now…'

The glow of the system flickered faintly in my mind, and instinctively, I understood.

I had been sent back in time—just a few minutes, enough to change what happened.

The villain's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He stood at the corner again, just like before, his eyes scanning the street for his next target.

"Mama," I said urgently, tugging on her hand. "We have to go. Now."

"What's wrong?" she asked, her brow furrowing.

"Just trust me! Please!"

She hesitated, but the desperation in my voice seemed to convince her. I pulled her toward a nearby alley, hiding us behind a row of dumpsters.

As I crouched there, my heart hammering, I remembered something my father had mentioned offhand weeks ago.

"Renjiro, this isn't just a shirt. There's a little tracker sewn into it, just in case. If you're ever in trouble, just yell as loud as you can, and I'll hear you."

I hadn't thought much of it at the time, but now it was my only hope.

"Papa!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the empty streets. "Help! Papa!"

A faint beep emitted from my shirt—so soft I wouldn't have noticed it if not for the tense silence around me.

For a moment, everything was still. Then, in the distance, a deep rumble shook the ground.

The first thing I noticed was the wind—a powerful gust that swept through the street, scattering debris like leaves. The second was the sound of heavy footsteps, each one resonating like a drumbeat.

And then he appeared.

Dmitri Volkov, Russia's Number One Hero. My father.

He didn't run. He didn't shout. He simply walked toward the villain, his towering figure radiating an aura of unstoppable power.

His snow-white hair gleamed under the fading sunlight, and his piercing blue eyes locked onto the villain with unflinching determination.

"You dare attack my family," he said, his voice low and steady, "and think you'll walk away?"

The villain snarled, raising his hand to unleash another explosion. But before he could react, Dmitri moved.

One moment he was standing still, and the next he was in front of the villain, his fist connecting with an earth-shattering force.

The ground cracked beneath them, and the villain crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

It was over in just a second.

Dmitri turned to us, his expression softening as he knelt in front of me. "You're safe now, Renjiro." His large hands rested on my shoulders, steadying me. "Did he hurt you?"

I shook my head, tears welling up in my eyes. "No, Papa… but thank you."

A small smile tugged at his lips as he pulled me into a strong hug. "Good. That's all that matters."

...

That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about the system.

I didn't know where it had come from or why it had chosen me, but one thing was clear—it had saved my life.

And now, it's my turn to use it to save others.