The sun bled gold across the training camp's clearing, painting the pine trunks in molten stripes.
Class 1-A was mid-drill-Bakugou's explosions echoed like artillery, Todoroki's ice cracked under the heat, Ochaco floated boulders the size of cars.
Izuku stood at the edge of the chaos, sweat cooling on his skin, the weight of the burlap sack (one hundred senzu beans) slung across his back like a promise.
Midnight-now bound, loyal, and utterly discreet-supervised a group of second-years with the same sultry smile she'd always worn.
No one suspected the Master Ball sealed in Izuku's pocket. Mina and Momo laughed together near the water station, pink and black hair catching the light.
Denki and Aoyama flanked them, resurrected and radiant, keeping the traitors' attention fractured.
Everything was perfect.
Then the world stuttered.
Not a sound. Not a flash. A hitch in reality, like a skipped heartbeat.
The quest window tore open in front of Izuku's eyes-not gold this time, but void-black letters on starless night, edges bleeding antimatter.
QUEST: SACRIFICE THE LEGEND
OBJECTIVE: VOLUNTARILY RELINQUISH
Legendary Super Saiyan transformation (all forms, all potential)
Saiyan physiology (race lock)
REWARD:
Universe stabilized-no universal imbalance
Race rewritten: Saiyan → Human
20 Master Balls (identical to current stock, empty)
FAILURE PENALTY: NONE
DENIAL: NOT PERMITTED
ACCEPTANCE WINDOW: 60 SECONDS
(A/N: Eldritch beings have started to notice something unusual about the universe Izuku was in & he doesn't know about them, the system doesn't tells him because his mind & soul might be fractured upon looking at them even for an instance)
The countdown began in crimson: 59... 58...
Izuku's knees buckled. The forest tilted. He caught himself on a tree trunk, bark biting into his palm.
The Saiyan blood in his veins-Broly's berserker legacy, the green fire that had carried him through the vampire dungeon-roared in protest.
His tailbone ached where a tail had never grown, phantom limb syndrome for a species he'd worn like armor.
No.
The word formed in his throat, but the quest window pulsed, unyielding. DENIAL: NOT PERMITTED.
The letters burned into his retinas. He could feel the cosmic ledger balancing its scales, the same force that had taken the Dimensional Blade, the five skeletal thralls, now demanding the core of his power.
47... 46...
Memories flashed:
The first time his hair ignited emerald, the dungeon walls cracking under his fists.
Gasper Vladi's time-stopping gaze shattering against Legendary fury.
The promise he'd made to All Might: I'll be the symbol you can't be anymore.
38... 37...
Ochaco's laugh carried on the wind. She floated past, waving. "Deku! You okay? You look pale!"
He forced a smile. "Fine. Just... thinking."
She beamed and drifted away. The countdown ticked.
29... 28...
Izuku closed his eyes. The hero's heart-the one that had watched Tensei Iida bleed out and refused to let him die, the one that had raised ghosts to shield his classmates-spoke louder than Saiyan pride.
If this power threatens the universe...
If one life-mine-can save billions...
19... 18...
He remembered Broly's rampage in the old movies: planets shattered, timelines erased. The Legendary form wasn't just strength; it was a singularity. A glitch.
The dungeon had been a warning. The universal wound he'd sealed with the Dimensional Blade? This was the root cause.
10... 9...
Izuku exhaled. The forest smelled of pine and gunpowder. He thought of his mother's smile, of All Might's skeletal frame, of the kids who'd never know peace if he kept the power that could unmake reality.
3... 2...
He opened his eyes. "I accept."
The quest window shattered.
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The change was not pain. It was absence.
A hurricane of green fire erupted from Izuku's body-not destructive, but leaving.
It spiraled upward, punching a perfect circle through the canopy, revealing the noon sky.
Every strand of Saiyan ki unraveled from his cells, thread by golden thread. His muscles deflated-not weak, but human.
His bones settled into mortal density. The phantom tailbone ache vanished. His hair fell back to curly black, no trace of emerald.
The fire condensed into a single ember above his head, then winked out.
QUEST CLEARED
LEGENDARY SUPER SAIYAN TRANSFORMATION: GONE
RACE: SAIYAN → HUMAN
REWARD GRANTED: 20 MASTER BALLS
A velvet pouch materialized in Izuku's hand, heavier than physics allowed. He opened it-twenty perfect spheres, identical to the four remaining in his pocket. Twenty-four total. Enough to bind a pantheon.
The class had frozen mid-drill. Bakugou's explosion hung in the air like a frozen star. Todoroki's ice cracked and fell. Aizawa's scarf drooped.
Ochaco floated down slowly, eyes wide. "Deku... your hair... your aura..."
Izuku looked at his hands. They were trembling, but not from weakness. From relief. The berserker roar in his blood was gone. No more risk of losing control. No more cosmic debt.
He smiled-small, tired, human. "I'm still me."
Bakugou stormed over, palms smoking. "The hell was that light show, Deku? You powering down to nerd levels?"
"Something like that," Izuku said. "But I'm not out of the fight."
Aizawa approached, eyes narrowed. "Explain."
Izuku met his gaze. "Personal growth. I let go of something dangerous. For everyone's sake."
The erasure scarf loosened(A/N: Don't bother aizawa, your erasure doesn't work on him). Aizawa studied him for a long moment, then nodded once. "Don't make me regret trusting you."
The drills resumed, slower now. Whispers rippled: Midoriya's quirk evolved? He looks... normal? Mina and Momo exchanged glances-Izuku caught the flicker of calculation. They thought he was weaker now. Good.(A/N: Only if these bitches knew what was in store for them)
Midnight sidled up, voice low. "Master, your power signature just flatlined. Are you-"
"I'm fine," he murmured. "Stronger, in a way. Keep watching them."
She inclined her head, loyal to the Master Ball's oath.
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That night, around the campfire, Izuku sat between Ochaco and Iida. The stars were sharp overhead.
Denki and Aoyama performed an impromptu comedy routine, resurrected ghosts playing living boys.
Mina laughed too loudly. Momo sketched something in a notebook, pages angled away.
Izuku's hand rested on the velvet pouch. Twenty-four Master Balls. Human lungs breathed forest air.
No Legendary form. No Saiyan blood.
But the hero's heart beat louder than ever.
He looked at the stars and whispered to the absent universe:
"Thank you for trusting me to choose."
The quest system did not answer. It didn't need to.
The balance was restored.