🕰️ Nighteye Agency – Afternoon
The ticking of the clock echoed through the pristine silence of Sir Nighteye's office.
Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting thin lines of gold across stacks of files labeled Shie Hassaikai.
Each page bore evidence, witness reports, and grim photos — all pointing toward something large brewing underground.
Bubble Girl adjusted her glasses while flipping through data reports.
Beside her, Mirio Togata leaned casually against the window, his usual cheer subdued.
> Bubble Girl: "Sir, the Hassaikai are moving quietly again. Multiple disappearances in the Naruhata sector. No pattern, no survivors."
> Mirio: "I heard from Fatgum's team — even the League's gone quiet. It's like they're all waiting for something."
Sir Nighteye didn't respond immediately. His piercing eyes focused on the photograph in front of him — Kai Chisaki, alias Overhaul, the leader of the Shie Hassaikai.
> Nighteye (calmly): "Kai Chisaki… a perfectionist obsessed with control. His goals go beyond money or power. He wants purity — to remake the world in his vision."
He flipped another page — images of destroyed bodies, quirk disassembly traces, and one corrupted file at the bottom.
It was the video from Musutafu.
A car crash.
A golden light.
Victims healed instantly — with no quirk signature detected.
> Bubble Girl: "That footage… the same one Principal Nezu shared. Still no match?"
> Nighteye: "No. Whoever she is, her power isn't recorded in any database."
He set the photo down — the golden light reflecting faintly on his glasses.
> Nighteye: "If this power isn't a quirk, then Overhaul will covet it even more."
Mirio frowned.
> Mirio: "Why? What would he want with someone like that?"
Sir Nighteye placed a gloved hand on the desk, closing his eyes.
> Nighteye: "Because a man who destroys quirks will always seek the power to erase them permanently."
A chill filled the room.
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✨ The Vision
Suddenly, his hand trembled. His vision blurred — not from exhaustion, but from something else.
A familiar sensation surged through him, though he hadn't triggered his Foresight ability.
> Bubble Girl: "Sir? Are you—?"
He raised a hand to silence her, his pupils glowing faintly green.
> Nighteye: "No… this isn't by choice."
The office around him began to fade.
The light dimmed.
And then — the vision came.
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🌌 Inside the Foresight
He stood in a vast, formless space of darkness and light.
At the center knelt a girl bathed in golden radiance, hands clasped tightly as though she were praying.
Her form shimmered — too bright to see clearly — her face hidden behind soft waves of light.
The air around her quivered, filled with warmth and sorrow.
But surrounding her… were four dark silhouettes.
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🌑 The Four Shadows
The first figure had crimson wings, sharp and majestic — feathers burning like molten fire. His gaze was focused, protective, but uncertain.
The second figure wore a mask and gloves, his posture stiff and surgical — every movement deliberate, filled with cold calculation.
The third burned faintly blue, flames licking at scarred flesh, his presence a storm of pain and anger.
The fourth was chaos incarnate — a man of hands, twitching and trembling, every gesture echoing hatred and emptiness.
They closed in around the girl.
Each reached toward her — not in unity, but in opposition — light and shadow colliding violently.
> Nighteye (thinking): "Are they… protecting her? Or are they her downfall?"
The girl lifted her head slightly, and though he couldn't see her face, her voice reached him — soft, sad, yet resolute.
> Unknown Girl: "Please… don't fight. Not again…"
A burst of golden petals exploded outward, consuming everything.
The light swallowed the darkness—
And the vision shattered.
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💫 Back in the Office
> Mirio: "Sir! Sir Nighteye!"
He gasped, one hand braced against the desk as the world came back into focus. His breathing was uneven, and sweat glistened on his forehead.
> Bubble Girl: "What happened? You didn't even activate your quirk!"
Nighteye's voice trembled just slightly — rare for him.
> Nighteye: "That… wasn't foresight I initiated. It came to me."
He looked down, scribbling on a sheet of paper — four silhouettes, a girl in the center.
But his hand paused mid-drawing when he realized what he had seen.
> Nighteye (softly): "The man with the mask and gloves… I've seen him before."
He pulled out Overhaul's photo from the file — the same cold stare, the same posture.
> Nighteye: "It's him. Kai Chisaki. Overhaul."
Bubble Girl froze.
> Bubble Girl: "You're sure?"
He nodded slowly.
> Nighteye: "The other three I don't know… but each felt powerful. Dangerous. And all of them are connected to that girl of light."
> Mirio: "So what does that mean, sir?"
Nighteye's gaze darkened.
> Nighteye: "It means this girl will be the fulcrum of a storm — one that will decide whether this world is healed… or destroyed."
He closed his file, the sound of paper sharp and final.
> Nighteye: "If Overhaul moves first, countless lives will be lost.
We can't let him find her."
The room fell silent, the ticking clock the only sound left.
Outside, the wind carried the faint scent of rain.
And somewhere in Musutafu, Orihime Inoue felt a sudden chill brush her soul — as though someone, somewhere, had just seen the beginning of her fate.