Wanderer in Time

Year 2301. Japan, Musutafu A man, tightly gripping a heavy duffel bag in his hands, was running headlong through the deserted streets of the night city. The area was the most remote and rundown. But they had found him even here. Zap! A bolt of lightning flashed overhead, which he narrowly dodged. His red hair got slightly singed, but that was the least of his worries. If he didn’t manage to escape now, it would be a complete disaster. But fate wasn’t on his side. The young man glanced back and noticed several dark figures surrounding him. He had no choice but to open the bag and frantically start entering data into the device lying inside. His mind was clouded with fear and anxiety, so the date he entered was completely random. "01/01/2130 00:21" “Hisashi, there’s nowhere for you to run. Surrender and hand over your power to me,” one of the pursuers sneered. He was a tall, sturdy young man with white hair and crimson eyes. His aura was terrifying, and his gaze was full of bloodlust and a thirst for power. While he spoke, the machine in the fugitive's duffel bag began to hum softly, signaling that it was ready to operate. His index finger tingled as he inserted it into a special slot in the device. Hisashi, with a bitter smile, raised a determined gaze at his enemy. “Screw you, All for One!” the redhead growled. “If you think I’m really cornered with nowhere to run, then you’re too stupid.” “I know you well. You wouldn’t dare abandon your friends to fate,” the enemy coldly stated, preparing to attack. “You don’t know me at all! You’ll never get this power!” With these words, there was a brief white flash—and the fugitive literally vanished into thin air. In his place were only the dark spikes the enemies had aimed at him earlier. All for One roared in fury: “Damn scum! You let him escape!!!” The air filled with the scent of blood. The villain began ruthlessly slaughtering his followers. Their screams and pleas for mercy did not touch him in the slightest. They had let a valuable specimen slip away. They hadn’t even tried to stop him. Worthless fools. “You let that damn time traveler escape!” the villain spat out venomously, smearing someone else’s blood across his face. “But no matter, I’ll wait. Sooner or later, a new *tempus vagus* will be born. And no matter how well you hide him, Hisashi, I’ll find a way to reach him! And then nothing will stop me…”

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January 1, 2130. 00:21. Japan, Musutafu Breathing heavily, Hisashi sat down on a snow-covered bench. People bustled around, running back and forth. After all, it was a holiday. His sudden appearance went unnoticed, which was good. No need to draw unnecessary attention, especially at this time. He was certainly not dressed for the weather, but there was nothing he could do about it. Now, he had to settle into this new time and deal with a lot of things. Or rather, not now. First, he needed to cope with a great loss in his life. And hope that his family could handle it. “Inko… I hope you’ll be able to take good care of little Izuku. I did everything I could to keep you both safe. But how long will it last…” the man muttered thoughtfully, staring up at the dark night sky. After sitting for a while longer, he got up and headed toward the home of some friends. It’s good to have somewhere to go, right?