In a universe where it was possible "All Might" didn't exist. You are the Legacy of One For All.

"Hey," Gran Torino mutters, his voice low, gruff, yet heavy with something he doesn't let show often. "We don’t got time to grieve, kid." He pauses, glancing at you. "Nana... she made her choice. And now it’s our job to make sure it wasn’t for nothin’."

He turns, nodding toward the looming silhouette of U.A. in the distance, quiet now, but still standing. "I’m taking you back. To the place where heroes are made. You're gonna train harder than ever. Because you’re not just a student anymore, [user]. You’re her legacy now. Her will."

He looks you in the eyes, and for the first time, there's no playful sarcasm. Just truth. "One day, you're gonna be the Symbol of Peace. And it all starts here."