Third Person POV
Minato calmly finished packing his bag, the weight of his textbooks a familiar comfort. He glanced towards the door, spotting the towering figure of All Might waiting patiently at the end of the corridor, his muscular form almost too large for the hallway.
He caught the eyes of Mina and Kirishima, who were already heading towards the school gates. "Hey, guys! Tell Toga I'll meet you all at the gate," Minato called out, offering a casual wave. "I'll be there in a while."
"Sure thing, Minato-kun!" Mina chirped back, giving a thumbs-up.
With his bag slung over his shoulder, Minato walked towards All Might, a faint smile on his lips. "All Might-sensei, I'm ready," he said, his voice even.
All Might's bright, confident smile softened slightly, replaced by a more serious, almost contemplative expression. "Excellent, Young Namikaze. Please, follow me."
Minato did as instructed, walking a step behind the Symbol of Peace. They ascended a flight of stairs, the quiet of the upper floors a stark contrast to the lively main halls. Minato's senses, honed by years of training, picked up on the subtle tension in All Might's posture, the slight clenching of his fist.
They eventually stopped before a door marked with a peculiar, rectangular emblem that resembled a combination of a bear, a dog, and a mouse. The principal's office. Minato's mind instantly connected the dots. If they were going to see Principal Nezu, then this conversation was serious. All Might must have confided in Nezu about the mysterious assistance he received during the All For One fight, and perhaps even about the Eri rescue mission. A calm understanding settled over Minato. This was it. The moment to unveil part of his truth.
All Might pushed the door open, revealing the surprisingly cozy yet intellectual space within. Principal Nezu, the small, intelligent chimera, sat behind a large desk, a teacup clutched in one of his paw-like hands, his intelligent eyes already fixed on Minato as they entered.
"Welcome, Young Namikaze," Nezu chirped, his voice surprisingly cheerful for such a serious meeting. He gestured to a comfortable armchair opposite his desk. "Please, have a seat."
Minato nodded, taking the offered seat. All Might settled into a chair beside him, his massive frame almost dwarfing the furniture. The air in the room was thick with unspoken questions.
All Might took a deep, shuddering breath, his usual booming voice lowered, almost solemn. "Young Minato," he began, his gaze direct and unwavering, "I'm going to be frank with you. Five years ago... I was fighting a strong villain. He was giving me a tough fight, unlike any I had encountered before. When the villain was about to deal a truly deadly strike to me... a stranger appeared. He saved me. He used a teleportation Quirk, and what appeared to be an energy-based Quirk, similar to what you displayed in the entrance exam today."
All Might paused, his eyes searching Minato's face. "The way he moved, the Silver glow, the teleportation... it was eerily similar to your abilities. Do you have any relation to that person, Young Namikaze?"
Minato held All Might's gaze, a small, knowing smile slowly spreading across his face. This was easier than he thought it would be. "Yes," he replied simply.
All Might's eyes widened fractionally, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. "Yes? And... what exactly is your relationship with him, Young Namikaze?" His voice was laced with an urgency he rarely displayed.
Minato leaned back in his chair, his smile growing. "That was me, All Might-sensei."
The words hung in the air, creating a heavy silence. All Might's jaw dropped, his eyes bulging. Nezu, who had been calmly sipping his tea, paused mid-sip, his teacup hovering inches from his lips, his usually sharp gaze fixed on Minato in utter disbelief.
"Th-that's impossible!" All Might sputtered, finding his voice. "He was... he was an adult! He had white hair and red eyes! Your appearance is completely different!"
Minato chuckled softly. "You're right. He did. But I have a technique that allows me to transform my appearance." He watched their reactions, sensing their skepticism, which was entirely understandable. "It's a part of my abilities. A specialized application."
All Might slumped back in his chair, shaking his head. "But... if that was you... that means you were only Thirteen years old during that fight! You were a teenager! Please, Young Minato, tell us seriously. This is no laughing matter." His tone was pleading, desperate for a straight answer.
Minato understood the disbelief. To be a child, fighting at that level, then appearing years later as a teenager with similar abilities... it was a lot to process. This was the moment. He needed to prove it.
He pushed himself up from the armchair, standing directly in front of them. Both All Might and Nezu tensed, their eyes fixed on him. Minato closed his eyes for a moment, focusing his chakra. He made a hand seal for this; it was a basic application of the Transformation Jutsu, a technique he had mastered to perfection. With a puff of smoke, in a matter of seconds, standing before them was not Minato Namikaze, the aspiring pop idol, but Tobirama Senju, the Second Hokage, exactly as All Might would have remembered him five years ago.
The silence that followed was absolute. All Might's already wide eyes seemed to bug out even further, and his face drained of all color. Nezu's teacup clattered to the saucer, his usually composed demeanor utterly shattered. His tiny hands trembled, and his fur bristled.
"Incredible," Nezu finally whispered, his voice hushed with awe and astonishment. "Simply... incredible. Thank you for the display, Young Namikaze. Now we believe you. You were indeed the one who helped All Might."
Minato deactivated the Transformation Jutsu, returning to his familiar form. He sat back down, the previous tension in the room replaced by a heavy sense of disbelief and a nascent understanding.
"Now, Young Namikaze," Nezu continued, his voice regaining its calm, intelligent tone, though still tinged with wonder. "Could you tell us why you did what you did, five years ago?"
Minato took a moment, choosing his words carefully. "I was... in the neighborhood during that time," he began, a slight deviation from the truth of his initial arrival, simplifying for their comprehension. "I heard the commotion, sensed the immense power, and was curious. I just wanted to observe the fight from a safe distance." He paused, his gaze softening. "But when I saw that villain was about to deal a deadly, killing blow to All Might... I couldn't just stand by. It was... an impulse. A hero, a symbol, was about to fall. I intervened. I just did what felt right at the moment."
All Might's gaze was still fixated on Minato, a mix of gratitude and overwhelming bewilderment on his face.
"And what about the Eri rescue?" Nezu pressed, his eyes shrewd. "That was a highly sensitive operation, a coordinated effort by multiple Pro Heroes. Yet, you also intervened there. Why did you do that, and how did you even know about it?"
Minato explained, "I had gathered information from various... underground channels. Intelligence gathering is a skill I possess. I became aware of the trafficking ring and the girl, Eri, and the horrific experiments being conducted on her. The details I uncovered indicated that their plans were accelerating, and the girl was in danger, I felt I had to act immediately, before they could destroy the girl mentally, or worse. It was a race against time, and I chose to accelerate the rescue."
Nezu steepled his tiny fingers, his gaze unblinking. "Fascinating. Your file from your initial hospital check-up, when you first appeared in this world, mentioned a unique energy signature, labeled 'Chakra.' It was deemed a 'Energy type Quirk' for your ability to generate it."
"Indeed," Minato confirmed. "Chakra is the quirk I have , It is a type of energy, and through training, I can mold it into various forms for different effects. It enhances my physical abilities, allows me to perform the teleportation technique you witnessed, create elemental attacks, and even heal. It's the source of all the abilities you've seen." He offered a concise, yet comprehensive explanation of chakra, its manipulation, and the broad range of abilities it granted him, carefully avoiding terminology that would expose his true origins.
Nezu listened intently, a thoughtful hum escaping him. All Might, on the other hand, was now struggling to process the sheer scope of what Minato was describing.
"So," Nezu mused, "is there anything else we should know, Young Namikaze? Anything you've... 'done' before officially joining U.A. that we should be aware of?" His tone was neutral, but his eyes were sharp, probing.
Minato took a breath. This was the biggest hurdle. Revealing his vigilante activities. He decided honesty, within reason, was the best policy here. He recounted his various vigilante work, the countless times he had intervened in petty crimes, rescued civilians, or disrupted small-time villain operations, always using his transformations to avoid being linked to his idol persona. He spoke of the time he had stumbled upon the scene of the Water Hose heroes' distress call and intervened, providing crucial assistance that turned the tide of the battle and ensured their survival. He provided details, locations, and the nature of the incidents, demonstrating a clear pattern of proactive, benevolent intervention. He mentioned the various transformations he had used, sometimes appearing as a different "hero" each time, to avoid detection and maintain his anonymity.
All Might's jaw hung open, his face a mask of utter shock and growing respect. The sheer scale of Minato's unofficial heroics was staggering. To think, this young man, barely a teenager, had been operating as a shadow hero for years, unseen and uncredited.
Nezu, surprisingly, remained calm. His expression was unreadable, but internally, his brilliant mind was whirring at an accelerated pace. He processed every detail Minato provided. This boy... he has been operating outside the system, yes. But every single one of his actions has been unequivocally heroic. He has saved lives, stopped villains, and assisted Pro Heroes, all without seeking recognition or reward. His motivations appear pure, his intentions noble. Nezu considered the implications of this information getting out, especially to the Hero Public Safety Commission (HPSC), who valued control above all else. They would undoubtedly view Minato's vigilante work, no matter how altruistic, as a massive security risk, a wild card outside their jurisdiction. No, Nezu decided firmly. This information must be kept secure. Young Namikaze has done nothing harmful to society. His actions were those of a true hero, driven by instinct and compassion.
"Thank you, Young Namikaze," Nezu finally said, his voice softer, carrying a genuine warmth. "Thank you for coming and telling us the truth. We appreciate your candor and... your unwavering commitment to doing what is right." He offered a small, grateful bow of his head. "You may leave now."
Minato nodded, rising from his seat. He met All Might's still-shocked gaze, offering him a small, reassuring smile. All Might slowly, almost imperceptibly, returned the smile, a newfound understanding and admiration shining in his eyes.
Minato turned and walked out of the principal's office, the heavy door closing softly behind him. The secrets were out. At least, some of them. He had entrusted two of the most powerful and influential figures in the hero world with a significant portion of his truth. Now, the real work could begin.