Chapitre 7: Fractured Reflections
The aftermath of the intense battle with Crimson Shadow left the hideout shrouded in an eerie silence. Kuro, Aizawa, and Deku stood amidst the wreckage, their bodies battered and their minds weary. The weight of their actions hung heavy in the air, each breath a reminder of the choices they had made.
Kuro, their gaze fixed on the shattered remnants of a nearby mirror, contemplated the fractured reflections staring back at them. The battle had been a harsh reminder of the blurred lines between heroism and villainy, and the toll it took on their souls.
Aizawa, his usually stern expression softened, approached Kuro with a rare display of empathy. "Kuro, we did what we had to. Crimson Shadow was a danger to society, but I understand the toll this mission has taken on you. It's important to remember why we started this fight."
Kuro nodded, their voice laced with a mix of exhaustion and determination. "You're right, Aizawa. We can't lose sight of our purpose. But the more we dig, the more I question everything—our methods, our alliances, even the nature of my own power."
Deku, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty, joined the conversation. "Kuro, you're not alone in this. We're in this together, and we'll find the answers we seek. Your power, your journey—it's all part of something bigger. We just need to keep pushing forward."
As if on cue, a knock on the door disrupted their conversation. Startled, they exchanged wary glances before Aizawa cautiously opened the door to reveal an unexpected visitor—a weathered old man with wise eyes that held the weight of countless experiences.
"Forgive the intrusion," the old man said, his voice filled with a sense of aged wisdom. "I've been following your journey, Reality Shifter. My name is Hiroshi, and I may have the answers you seek."
Kuro, their interest piqued, stepped forward. "What do you know about me, Hiroshi? About my power?"
Hiroshi's gaze met Kuro's, a spark of recognition flickering in his eyes. "Your power of All Fiction is not just a quirk or a random gift. It is part of a greater tapestry, a power that has the ability to shape destinies. But it comes with a price—a choice that only you can make."
Kuro's heart raced with anticipation, their voice filled with both curiosity and caution. "Tell me more, Hiroshi. What is this choice you speak of?"
Hiroshi beckoned them to follow, leading the trio to a room bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. In the center stood an ancient artifact, its intricate design hinting at a forgotten history.
"This is the Veil of Origins," Hiroshi explained. "Legend has it that those who possess the power of All Fiction must decide the fate of the world. They can either shape it to their will, rewriting the very fabric of reality, or relinquish their power, allowing the natural order to prevail."
Kuro's mind swirled with a mix of awe and trepidation. The weight of responsibility settled upon their shoulders, the consequences of their choices looming large.
Deku, his voice filled with unwavering support, spoke up. "Kuro, whatever path you choose, we will stand by your side. Your power may be extraordinary, but it's your heart that defines who you are."
Aizawa, his gaze steady, added, "Remember, Kuro, true change isn't just about power. It's about the choices we make and the impact we have on the lives of others. We're here to find a better way, and that begins with you."
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