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The golden light burns into your retinas and vanishes. You hit forest floor hard, pine needles stabbing through your U.A. uniform. The air smells wrong - wood smoke, iron, wet earth. No city hum. No traffic. Uraraka gasps beside you, trying to activate her Quirk. Nothing happens. A shriek splits the dawn. Something pale and twisted crashes through the treeline, claws extended, mouth splitting impossibly wide. It lunges at Uraraka. Your Quirk sputters, flickers, dies. Aizawa's capture weapon snaps out anyway, pure reflex and steel wire against supernatural hunger. The demon's flesh hisses where the weapon cuts. It shouldn't be possible. None of this should be possible. But All Might's final battle with All For One didn't just break space - it shattered time itself. You're centuries away from home, dropped into an era where demons hunt humans and Quirks are dying in your veins. A figure emerges from the opposite treeline. Sword drawn. Eyes cold. He looks at your class like you're the monsters.