MHA: A Kings Legacy (BNHA x AOT)

Prince Aiden Fritz(Young)-->(Images)

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King Max, still brimming with energy from his quirk's effects, looked down at Aiden with a wide grin. "Alright, son, enough about me. It's time to see what you've got!" He squatted down and gestured for Aiden to step forward.

"You haven't had the chance to really test your quirk yet, and what better time than now?"

Aiden blinked, feeling a rush of nervous excitement. His quirk had only recently awakened, but it had been a strange experience—one he couldn't quite wrap his head around. "But, what if nothing happens?" he muttered.

Max laughed, a deep, rumbling sound. "Oh, something will happen. Trust me, with your lineage, it's bound to be something amazing. You just need to focus."

Taking a deep breath, Aiden closed his eyes, trying to centre himself. He'd seen how his father commanded his Titan powers and how effortlessly he tapped into his quirk.

Aiden wasn't quite sure what his own quirk was supposed to be, but he could feel something stirring deep within him, like a dormant force waiting to be unleashed.

Max's voice echoed in his ears. "Quirks are about instinct, Aiden. Don't overthink it. Let it come to you naturally."

With a final deep breath, Aiden clenched his fists and focused on that feeling—on that hidden power within him. At first, nothing happened. He stood there, awkwardly shifting his feet, feeling a bit ridiculous.

But then, slowly, he felt a tingling sensation in his body, like the hum of electricity running through his veins.

Suddenly, there was a sharp crack in the air, and the ground beneath him began to tremble.

Aiden's eyes shot open, glowing with a faint light. His breath quickened as he felt a surge of energy flood through him, far more intense than anything he had expected. The courtyard began to vibrate with the power he was emitting, and the cracks in the ground started to spread, radiating outward from where he stood.

"Whoa…" Aiden muttered, half in awe, half in panic. "What's happening?"

Max stepped back, a pleased smile forming on his face. "Now that's more like it!"

Aiden felt a powerful force pulling at him from within, like invisible tendrils reaching out to the world around him. The air around him seemed to warp, as if the space itself was bending to his will. He raised his hand instinctively, and in that moment, something incredible happened.

A shimmer of energy pulsed outward from Aiden's body, and the space around him twisted and distorted. It was as though he was bending reality itself, creating ripples in the fabric of existence.

Max's eyes widened as the courtyard itself seemed to change shape, objects warping and bending, pulled toward Aiden like magnets.

"Aiden… it looks like your quirk is related to spatial manipulation," Max said, his voice filled with astonishment. "You're not just controlling space… you're rewriting it."

Aiden's heart raced as he tried to control the power coursing through him. He looked around, seeing the trees in the courtyard bend unnaturally toward him, their trunks elongating and twisting.

The very air seemed to vibrate with energy, as if reality itself was malleable in his hands.

"Spatial manipulation?" Aiden asked, confused but exhilarated.

Max stepped closer, carefully watching as Aiden's power continued to expand. "It means you can alter the space around you—move objects, change distances, manipulate matter. You're bending reality itself, son. And from the looks of it, you've only scratched the surface."

Aiden stared down at his hands, still glowing faintly with energy. He felt the power pulsing within him, raw and untamed. He reached out, focusing on a small stone in the courtyard.

With just a thought, the stone began to hover, floating into the air as if gravity had ceased to exist around it.

Then, with a wave of his hand, Aiden sent the stone soaring across the courtyard, far faster and farther than should have been possible.

Max whistled. "Well, that's certainly impressive. I've never seen anyone control space like that before."

Aiden wasn't done. The energy still roared within him, and as he focused more intently, the scope of his power seemed to grow. He extended his reach, manipulating the very ground beneath his feet.

The earth itself shifted, bending and reshaping to his will. Stones and dirt lifted into the air, swirling around him like a storm of debris, forming patterns that defied natural laws.

Max chuckled, watching his son in awe. "This… this is more than just a quirk, Aiden. It's something primal. And I think I know why."

Aiden barely heard his father, too caught up in the rush of his power. But Max continued, his tone more serious now. "The Founding Titan's power is tied to manipulating the very fabric of the world—controlling time, memories, and even physical reality in a way. Your quirk could be the perfect complement to that. In time, you may even be able to combine the two, becoming something more powerful than any Titan ever was."

Aiden froze, the debris swirling around him coming to a sudden halt. "You mean… I could control everything?"

Max nodded solemnly. "In a way, yes. Your quirk allows you to manipulate space, but when combined with the power of the Founding Titan, who knows? You might even gain control over time itself. You'll become a force to be reckoned with, capable of reshaping the world as you see fit."

Aiden's heart pounded in his chest. The thought of wielding such immense power was terrifying… but also thrilling. He glanced down at his hands again, the glow fading as he finally let the energy subside.

The courtyard slowly returned to normal, the warped trees and ground settling back into their original forms.

But the weight of what his father had said lingered in the air. Aiden was no ordinary prince, and his quirk was no simple power. He had the potential to change everything—literally. And while the idea excited him, it also left him with a gnawing sense of responsibility.

Max patted him on the back, his grin returning. "Well, we've got plenty of time to figure it all out. But for now, I'd say you've got yourself one hell of a quirk, son. Something tells me you're going to do great things."

Aiden nodded, still processing everything that had just happened. His mind was racing with questions, with possibilities. But one thing was clear: he wasn't just a prince anymore. He was something more… something powerful.

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Aiden sat at the breakfast table, still buzzing from the excitement of the morning's quirk discovery with his father.

His mind raced with thoughts of spatial manipulation and the Founding Titan's power, but all of that was abruptly interrupted when his mother, Queen Eleanor, bounced into the room with her usual infectious energy.

"Oh, my little Aiden! You look so serious," she chirped, planting a kiss on top of his head. "That won't do! Today, we're going to have some fun!"

Aiden couldn't help but smile. Despite the whirlwind of revelations in the last few days, his mother's boundless enthusiasm was like a breath of fresh air. Eleanor was the perfect contrast to King Max's imposing nature.

She was sweet, bubbly, and somehow always managed to find the fun in everything. Today, she looked determined to drag Aiden into her world of joy.

"Fun?" Aiden repeated, blinking up at her. "What kind of fun?"

She grinned mischievously. "Oh, you'll see! But first—dress appropriately!"

Before he could protest, she grabbed his hand and whisked him away from the dining hall, her laughter echoing through the palace.

Minutes later, Aiden found himself dressed in casual clothes that felt more suited for playing outside than anything royal. He wore a simple tunic and shorts, far removed from the usual princely attire.

His mother had also tied a bright yellow scarf around his neck "for flair," as she put it.

Aiden stood awkwardly in front of a mirror, eyeing his reflection. "Is this… okay for a prince to wear?" he asked, uncertain.

Eleanor waved off his concerns. "You're not a prince today. You're my little Aiden! Now come on~"

The Queen grabbed him by the hand once again and led him through the palace, heading straight for the royal gardens.

As soon as they stepped outside, Aiden felt the warmth of the sun on his face, the vibrant flowers and greenery surrounding him like a scene from a storybook.

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