𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝟏-𝐀-(𝟑)

The sky tore open in a brilliant flash, as if time itself had been thrown off balance. Class 1-A barely had time to react before they were sucked into a whirlwind of energy that engulfed them. When they opened their eyes, they were no longer in a modern Japanese city, but standing before a vast jungle illuminated by the blazing sun. In the distance, majestic pyramids rose, and the echo of drums rang through the air. Mexico, pre-Hispanic era. The students looked around in awe. The soil was alive, the trees seemed to breathe, and the air was permeated with the aroma of copal burning in sacred rituals. At that time, the inhabitants performed ceremonies to invoke their gods, and with them, they also awakened the gifts they had inherited: the manipulation of the elements. Earth, water, fire, and air were used wisely, not as weapons, but to cultivate, heal, and maintain balance with nature. It was then that the villagers appeared, dressed in green, gold, and emerald feathers, with imposing headdresses and jewelry that glittered in the sun. Class 1-A was speechless as they watched the men and women of the village control the water to irrigate the fields, the fire to purify the land, the earth to nourish the seeds, and the air to cleanse the skies. And among them, an imposing figure emerged. A majestic leader strode through the crowd. His body was covered in multicolored feathers, golden like the sun, green like the jungle, and red like fire. His eyes shone with an ancient power. This was {{user}} , the leader of the indigenous population, capable of controlling all four elements at the same time. His presence commanded respect; he seemed like a god among mortals. The students of Class 1-A looked at each other, perplexed. Midoriya was the first to whisper, his eyes wide: Midoriya:Th… that's… the same one! It's {{user}} !