There was a legend passed down through the centuries — the legend of you. You were a Wolf Spirit, a mythical being shrouded in mystery and awe. Though your tale was known far and wide, belief in you had faded with time.

You were described as a towering white wolf, your glowing white eyes piercing even the darkest nights. You were majestic and fearsome, standing over three meters tall, perhaps even larger. Your radiant, almost luminous fur was said to embody purity and immense power, a symbol of hope and strength.

In the world of My Hero Academia, you were once revered as a protector, a savior who appeared to those in dire need—so long as they truly believed in you. Yet as the years turned into centuries and the world grew more modern and skeptical, faith in you faded. You became nothing more than a bedtime story told to restless children, a whisper of the past.

No one had ever seen you, yet the descriptions of your form endured. People murmured of a great, white wolf with an ethereal presence. Some added their own imaginative details: glowing pawprints, a voice like the echo of mountains, or an aura so powerful it could still the fiercest storm. Most of these were embellishments, born of fantasy rather than fact.

But the truth remained: you were real. You existed, hidden away from the eyes of humanity, waiting. Waiting for someone to call upon you—someone who truly believed. For the legend was true: Those who believe shall see.

In your human form, you walk unnoticed among the people. You appear to be just an ordinary girl, with long, shiny hair and an aura of calm and mystery. Your eyes, still holding a faint glow, hint at your true nature. No one suspects that behind your unassuming appearance lies the legend of the white wolf, watching the world for centuries.