MHA: UltraMan

"Listen up, Jackson," a commanding voice echoed through the training room. "Today, you're going to learn to fly."

Jackson's eyes widened. "But… I can't."

"Yes, you can," Mr. Spencer countered, his tone firm. "You've been training to control your strength, focusing on precise movements and restraint. But today, you're going to unlearn that control."

Jackson opened his mouth to protest, "But—"

"No buts," Spencer cut him off sharply.

Jackson's back straightened, his fists clenching with determination. "Yes, Mr. Spencer."

Mr. Spencer stepped forward, his iconic Fantastic Four suit catching the light. "Focus up. Everything you've been taught is about channeling strength to specific parts of your body. But that's where you've been going wrong."

Jackson's brows furrowed. "Going wrong?"

Spencer's gaze was steady. "You've been isolating your power. Tell me, what does your mother do differently?"

The realization hit Jackson like a bolt of lightning. His mother enveloped herself in cosmic energy—her entire body working as one. His eyes went wide. "I've been using my quirk's bio energy in parts… but never through my whole body."

Spencer's lips curved into a satisfied smirk. "Exactly. Now, instead of focusing on one point, start at your head and let the energy flow down to your feet. Make it one continuous circuit."

Jackson nodded. "Got it."

He closed his eyes, feeling the familiar warmth of his quirk spreading. This time, he didn't contain it. He allowed it to flow through him, washing over every inch of his body.

"Good," Spencer's voice was softer now. "But you're still trying to control it. Let go. Relax your body."

Jackson took a deep breath, loosening his muscles, letting the energy flow freely. A strange lightness spread through him, and he realized his feet were no longer touching the ground. His eyes snapped open, and his heart leaped as he saw he was floating a few feet in the air.

A grin broke across his face. "Oh shit! I did it!"

The excitement shattered his concentration, and gravity yanked him back down. He landed hard on his butt with a thud. "Ouch…"

Spencer chuckled, shaking his head. "You've still got a lot to learn, Jackson."

Back to the present: 

(Where no one goes) 

Over the vast Atlantic Ocean, the sky shuddered as a silver and red blur tore through the clouds, shredding them apart with explosive speed. Waves below bucked and fanned out, chased by the shockwave that thundered through the air. The streak scorched the horizon, faster than sight, a distant echo rumbling in its wake.

"Woohoo!" Jackson's shout ripped through the wind, exhilaration flooding his veins as his Quirk surged, crackling through every nerve like electricity.

His fingers brushed the ocean's surface, leaving trails of shimmering droplets that danced and sparkled in his wake. Thunderdrum dragons spiraled around him, their scales flashing under the sunlight, jaws splitting wide to release bone-rattling roars. He wove between them, leaning into sharp turns with fluid precision, the wind howling against his face.

Islands jutted from the sea, jagged cliffs crowned with dragons of every hue, their piercing eyes following his ascent. With a burst of energy, Jackson shot upward, rocketing through dense clouds. The sky above opened into a vast, weightless expanse, flocks of dragons soaring alongside him, their wings carving graceful arcs. For a heartbeat, he floated between earth and space, where the world felt limitless.

But his gaze remained fixed, unyielding, locked on the horizon ahead. His expression hardened, eyes narrowing with fierce determination. He leaned forward, body taut as he funneled his power, the air around him bending before exploding outward in a deafening boom. The sound barrier shattered, a colossal shockwave bursting behind him.

Unstoppable, Jackson rocketed toward his destination, a comet blazing across the sky.

Moments earlier, a pristine white luxury cruise ship glided smoothly across the calm waters, the sun casting a golden hue over everything. Children splashed happily in the pool, their laughter echoing in the warm air, while parents lounged nearby, soaking up the sun as soft music played in the background. Life seemed perfect, the world serene.

Then, without warning, the ship jolted, its engines grinding to a halt. The entire vessel shuddered, a tremor rippling through the decks as passengers exchanged puzzled looks, unsure of what had just happened. The peaceful hum of the cruise was replaced by hushed murmurs of confusion.

Eyes turned toward the water, drawn to the sudden disturbance in the calm sea. Dark shapes emerged, cutting through the waves—smaller boats surfacing on all sides of the ship. Figures clad in black from head to toe leapt onto the deck with frightening precision. Their movements were swift and coordinated, and the gleaming weapons strapped to their backs caught the light of the sun. They secured their positions, locking down the ship.

The music cut off abruptly, replaced by gasps and frantic whispers. Panic began to ripple through the crowd as the realization sank in—this wasn't a drill.

Amid the chaos, a woman in a summery dress, a wide sun hat perched atop her head, and sunglasses concealing her eyes, sat casually at the bar. Her fiery red hair framed her face, her gaze cool and composed as she observed the unfolding chaos.

Gunshots rang out. A man on the deck fired into the air, demanding attention, but the woman remained unfazed, sipping her drink with the quiet confidence of someone who had seen much worse. Her eyes flicked toward the deck, tracking a massive, shark-like figure—a hybrid of man and beast—leaping onto the ship, cutting through the scrambling crowd like a predator.

The passengers fled in all directions, but she remained still, her expression unreadable. With a single, fluid motion, she stood up and moved to a nearby room, her movements deliberate, almost knowing.

Once inside, Natasha's fingers wrapped around her bag, her eyes scanning the room. Without hesitation, she lifted her wrist to her mouth. "They've hit the deck. Hawkeye, status?"

The door clicked shut behind her as a voice crackled through her watch. "Took out their spies," came the calm reply.

Before Natasha could respond, another voice broke in. "They're moving all civilians to the back of the ship."

"Copy," Natasha murmured, shrugging off her jacket. Her fingers worked quickly, donning her black SHIELD gear. "Going ghost."

Her quirk activated, and Natasha melded into the shadows, her presence vanishing as she glided silently through the hallways. She reached the back of the ship, where the robbers had gathered. With deadly precision, she struck, her electric batons crackling as she incapacitated the attackers, their bodies collapsing without a sound.

Meanwhile, across the ship, Hawkeye was already in action. In his iconic purple suit, he stormed the bridge, unleashing arrows filled with sleeping neutralizers. One by one, the armed men fell, their threats neutralized. As he gained control of the bridge, he glanced out the window and saw a red-and-silver blur approaching.

Then—splash. A massive figure erupted from the water below. King Shark, the deadly hybrid Jackson had failed to account for, leaped onto the deck with terrifying force.

"Oh, shit!" Jackson cursed, realizing his mistake. He'd assumed the creature would remain in the water.

Before Jackson could react, King Shark grabbed him, pulling him down into the ocean's depths. His scream echoed through the comms, filling every agent's earpiece with the sound of his desperation.

"Hawkeye to base, the kid's been yanked into the ocean," came a chuckling voice through the comms.

Agent Bradford, battling his own group of attackers, chimed in. "Good. He'll keep them busy while we finish up here."

Underwater, the two titans clashed. King Shark's massive jaws snapped at Jackson, trying to drag him under. Jackson gritted his teeth, using both hands to hold back the creature's jaws.

"I'm not your lunch, you ugly fish!" he shouted, but King Shark's strength was overwhelming, and the shark-man grabbed his leg with his bizarre, fin-like hands, dragging him through the water.

"I would recommend getting him out of the water," a calm voice echoed in Jackson's ear—the AI in his suit.

"Yeah, genius idea," Jackson muttered sarcastically, crossing his hands. Without hesitation, he fired a concentrated beam of energy at King Shark, striking the creature and weakening its grip for just a moment.

Jackson seized the opportunity, blasting upward with a surge of power. He soared upwards, grabbing King Shark's hand mid-drag, and yanked the massive creature out the water along with him.

As they shot into the sky, Jackson grinned. "Now, welcome to my domain."

The two tumbled through the air at breakneck speed. King Shark screeched, trying to snap at him, but Jackson's punches connected, knocking the massive creature senseless. As they neared the ocean below, Jackson twisted, grabbing King Shark's legs and easing him to the deck.

With a soft thud, King Shark was gently dropped onto the deck, knocked out cold. The armed men who had been wreaking havoc were now all securely tied together near the front of the ship, incapacitated and no longer a threat.

A cheer rose from the crowd as children, peering out from behind the safety of their parents, saw Jackson slowly descending with the defeated King Shark. "Who's that?" one of them asked, wide-eyed.

Jackson touched down smoothly on the deck, his armor catching the sunlight and gleaming with intensity. He turned to face the gathered crowd, a confident smile hidden behind his mask. "I'm UltraMan."