Kurogiri had anticipated for many things to go wrong with the attack.

One of those fears was All Might not even being here in the first place. The second was the case of one of the students escaping and getting help. Both of those anticipations had already come forth.

It was as Tomura said, 'Game Over'.

But the person that stood out in the open, skin like charred armor and decorated with an assortment of gold ornaments, menacing black scarf and rags drifting quitely... It was all completely unknown variable to the equation. Kurogiri knew almost every hero, A to Z, it was his job to be on point. But never had he even seen this hero before. Perhaps it was one so deep underground that his existence simply held no records.

However, that theory tumbled on it's head when Kurogiri focused with his perceptive yellow eyes, spotting the blood on the figure.

And it was all still completely fresh. Dripping off it's digits and creating tiny drops on the floor. It had even managed to use some form of javelin to pierce through Nomu's skin with a worrying ease.

So it came as no surprise that Kurogiri knew something was wrong.

"What the hell is this now?" Tomura said out loud, clearly oblivious to real danger at hand. "A mini boss?"


Izuku was frozen.

His overextended mind was attempting to process, brain trying to discern if what he was seeing in front of him was real or not. Although one thing was for certain.

He was shaking, an instinctual fear making his skin grow cold.

The figure seemed to stare forward, turning its head ever so slightly. It took Izuku a moment to realize that it was looking directly at him.

And for a moment, Izuku sensed pure killer intent.

Nomu wrenched the javelin out of it's arm, the metal fading away into an energetic mist as he slowly stood up, eyes vacant and beak like mouth open. Izuku heard the hand villain say something about a 'mini boss.' but he didn't listen.

Because the figure had begun walking.

It was a step, and then other, slowly encroaching itself to its destination... that being Izuku.

His eyes widened, legs refusing to move as his panicked conscience tried to recover itself, headache still everpresent. "It's going to kill me... It wants to kill me... I'm going to die." were the only thoughts that graced his mind.

And then, ironic salvation came in the form of a misinformed command.

"So... a hero's has finally showed up." Izuku heard the hand villain speak, "Better yet, you seem to have the actual audacity to hurt our tank."

Izuku turned his head, noticing the fog villain drift close to the hand villain. "Tomura Shigaraki... call Nomu back. I sense something is amiss."

"Shut it Kurogiri. You have no say in this after failing to keep a bunch of brats indoors. Besides, did you forget? Nomu was created to take on All Might, I'm not throwing the controller after seeing someone get a lucky crit on Nomu's arm."

The figure kept walking, oblivious to the conversation at hand, it's focus directed towards the prone student.

"Whatever, let's just get this over with." Tomura finished, "Nomu, kill that hero."

A gust of wind shot past Izuku, realizing that Nomu had moved from it's position. He covered his face for a brief moment, peering past his arm to see the Nomu punch forward, directly at the figure's 'face'.

There was a blast of pressure as the pavement in front of Izuku was obliterated from the sheer force alone.

A few tense seconds passed, Tomura smiling behind his mask before his eyes widened, the debris to clearing to show that the figure's head merely tilted to an acute angle, almost as if it was resting upon Nomu's arm.

It hadn't even bothered moving the rest of its body, only showing the bare minimum of a reaction with a simple head movement.

Nomu drew back another fist before launching a flurry, fists faster than the eye can see. The dark figure became a practical blur, frame sliding in and out between fists, almost as it left a faint yellow trace behind every reactive movement.

This thing was fast... Too fast.

Nomu then finished for a split second before slamming down into the pavement, sending cracks and car sized pieces of the ground upwards. Izuku let out a yelp as the ground rumbled, causing his legs to wobble.

The dark figure merely shot up through the air, spinning like a professional acrobat before drawing the blade that Izuku... somehow knew the name of.

The Skiajati.

It sliced upon landing, a fountain of blood shooting out of Nomu's back as the engineered villain let out a roar, turning around to throw a air breaking left hook. The figure dodged back, toes leaving a trail of sparks to show metallic friction as Nomu charged forward, now fully healed once more. A full on rush of both blade and fist broke out, both combatants holding ground against each other.

At first, Izuku had thought that the dark figure was blocking blows, maybe countering... But he then realized...

It was actually deflecting the Nomu's overwhelming might, using the edges of its somehow impervious blade to skid off of the villain's fist attacks, redirecting the damage and force elsewhere as the surroundings became unrecognizable. Not only that, but as Nomu punched, he seemed to receive a small cut on a random part of its body, the Skiajati having no trouble or resistance when the blade met the villains shock absorbing flesh.

"It's somehow reflecting the damage...-" Izuku thought, eyes slowly widening, "-and launching a quick attack in retaliation... Nomu has absolutely no defence against it..."

As if to prove his point, Nomu attempted to launch a right hook, the figure dodging ever so slightly with a flick of its body before swinging its blade downward.

A leg flew off, Nomu disbalanced as it temporarily was bought to another kneel, driving an uppercut in an attempt to hit the figure, birthing a small whirlwind of air. Although the attack missed as the figure dodged back, it had bought precious time for Nomu to stand back up, leg regenerating.

"Tomura!" Izuku heard the villain named Kurogiri yell, "Nomu cannot fight this- this thing! Call it back!"

However Tomura said nothing, simply staring at the fight before him.

The confrontation was brought to the fountain, the figure appearing on one side as the Nomu chased, appearing on the other. They met each other, absolutely obliterating the fountain as droplets of water was scattered through the air, creating a multicolored lightshow of refraction as the figure responded with it's own counter strike.

Izuku turned his head, realizing that Aizawa was lying motionless on the floor. Both villains had their attention turned.

If he could just slip away and get to his teacher...

He tried to concentrate for a moment despite his clear over usage, teal energy sparking for a moment.

The figure seemed to stop for a moment, briefly forgetting that it was fighting as Nomu landed a punch, directly into the figures chest. The force and pressure was powerful as the figure flew back, Skiajati being flung out of its grasp before stabbing into the ground.

It crashed past a few trees, the grass and dirt reshaping to accommodate the impact as a large thick cloud billowed.

Silence.

Neither Izuku nor the villains said a thing before Kurogiri spoke.

"Is it-?"

Something shot out of the debris, slicing the dusty air apart. It was a bright wave of golden energy, reaching Nomu in a blink of an eye as it cleaved through Nomu's shoulder. Another fount of blood bursted out from the gaping wound as Nomu roared out, body attempting to regenerate.

The figure rushed forth, a trail of dust in its wake as a faint blue outline could be seen around its form. Izuku's eyes widened to see a different blade within its hand, swinging the weapon horizontally as it released another golden wave of slicing power.

This new blade it held... Izuku could feel the energy it radiated, the hair on his skin standing on end.

The wave struck, slicing right side of Nomu's waist, sending another spray of blood as Nomu wobbled for a split second, attempting to recover as he threw a fist. The figure avoided it with ease, performing a sliding kneel before grabbing something from its thigh.

A gun.

It fired, point blank and directly into Nomu's eye as the ocular organ exploded into bloody pulp. Izuku had felt bile before from all the blood, now it was rising into his throat from the sight as Nomu put a hand on his eye, letting out a pained roar. The figure came out of its slide, turning around before rushing forward once more. It reached about a meter away as Nomu turned, opening his arms and lunging in an attempt to grab. The figure seemingly stopped just as the Nomu was about to reach it, kneeling down as it drove its blade into the ground.

Javelins shot out from nowhere, meter long pieces of metal that stabbed into Nomu's flesh, the sheer force making the villain skid backwards as the javelins performed a precise rendering of Nomu's insides, causing his movement to become stunted and giving the perfect opening.

It began.

Swinging...

Cutting...

It was disturbingly beautiful, like an artist painting his piece. The figure's blade becoming a blur of slicing motions as it ran it through Nomu. The sickening sound of flesh being disconnected was the only song that could be heard.

Brutal...

Precise...

There was no mercy as a torrent of blood decorated the grounds of the USJ. The figure swung a horizontal cleave, a wave of energy shooting out across Nomu before it slid down, performing a roundhouse swing at the midsection and appearing behind the villain.

Silence...

It then slowly stood up, clapping its hands together as the blade disappeared between its palms, retrieving Skiajati from the ground before sheathing the katana within its scabbard. A few seconds passed, Nomu seemingly unaffected.

And then the villain fell apart, grotesque muscle and dices of its flesh falling to the floor with a splatter as a large pool of blood grew. The only thing that remained solid was Nomu's head, with only the upper half and beak intact as its one eye seemed to still somehow function, peering around the place.

Needless to say, that was something Nomu couldn't regenerate back from... And Izuku's stomach could barely handle, the young teen resisting the urge to puke, his thoughts in a complete state of disbelief before slowly turning into that of fear. Now that Nomu had been dealt with, the figure turned its head towards Izuku once more.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit...!" Izuku simply slowly crawling back.

Luckily, Tomura had completely lost it.

"YOU-!" The villain was charging forward, straight towards the figure. "-FUCKING HACKER!"

"Tomura Shigaraki!" Kurogiri yelled, "Control yourself! Otherwise-!"

The 'otherwise' happened as the figure turned its head towards the approaching victim, brandishing Skiajati once more. Tomura seemed to stop for a second, realizing his miscalculation.

This thing was no hero.

It was ready to kill another sentient without remorse.

Kurogiri flew forward, able to engulf most of Tomura before the figure rushed forward, hand reaching out as it somehow grabbed the foggy villain with its metallic grip.

"W-What-!?" Kurogiri yelled out, attempting to fall back only to be roughly pulled forward. Like grabbing a shifting blanket, the figure broke every single law of physics, driving the Skiajati down at the base of Kurogiri's fog, cutting into the inky purple as red blood emanated from the cut. "ARGH!"

Izuku turned his head back to Aizawa, his chance renewed despite knowing the possible fate that awaited the villains. What was more important, was the state of his teacher that he had sought to now save.

He slipped into the Void.

Only to realize his own mistake as Izuku blinked.

The figure, it had froze, hand still grasping onto Kurogiri. Slowly, it turned its head to the side, staring directly at Izuku despite being seperated by reality itself. His eyes slowly widened as he watched it silently let go of Kurogiri before rushing forward.

Izuku didn't even have the chance to comprehend as it grabbed him by the throat, his form being forcefully wrenched out of the Void as he was bought upward, Izuku choking out as he reappeared. The situation all too familiar as he struggled, the two villains escaping with Kuroigir disappearing. He weakly banged against its arm, trying to mimic what he had done last time... trying to say something. The air slowly began compressing out of his lungs, the pressure beginning to drastically increase.

His life began to flash in front of his eyes, bloody tears now dripping down his cheeks as flashing images raced past. His acceptance into U.A., the friends he had made, the experiences he had, and the countless videos of heroes he had watched.

Slowly, his eyes began to close.

And then they shot open, radiating bright teal power as Izuku gritted his teeth.

"NO!" He yelled, shooting his damaged arm forward as his hand grappled the figures head, a bright glow briefly blinding him as he felt his consciousness fall downwards into a tunnel.


"Your move."

That's what Izuku heard as Ballas spoke, the Komi board set upon his bedside as the Orokin sat with a nonchalant flare. Already, a few pieces had been put to play, the board a mix of white and black circles, representing the white sun and the black moon respectively. The aim of the game was to surround your enemy, whilst preventing the enemy from doing the same to you.

He focused despite his laboured breaths, a silent glare on his face as the board received his input, placing a black circle down. The maneuver had surrounded one Ballas's pieces, the Orokin smiling as the stone disappeared.

"Curious." before another white stone showed up.

"He loves this game."

The bedridden Dax tilted his head slightly, looking at his son, a reminiscing look on Isaah's face.

"I'll never forget the time I finally beat him... but now I'm thinking he just let me win."

"I did." He simply thought, eyes peering around to notice that the room seemed... dirtied. Black and moulded spots seemed to grow on the walls now, Ballas and Isaah taking no notice of the change.

Was he... the only one seeing this?

"I'm waiting." He peered his head back, Ballas staring directly at him. "Make your play."

He stared down at the board, briefly analyzing the board. Ballas had two white pieces placed around the corner, an impatient look on the Orokin's face. He made his move, placing a black stone at the forefront.

"Finally." Ballas said, placing down a white piece.

He countered the move, placing a black piece and preventing his own from being surrounded.

Ballas seemed to analyze the move, "Hmm, I see."

The Orokin placed a another white stone, creating a bigger presence upon the board. However, the Dax had already secured victory, placing his final piece upon the outlier, fully surrounding his opponent and thus claiming victory.

"Ah, a fine move." Ballas complimented. "You served with distinction, old Dax. We commissioned a portrait in your honor, there, on the wall."

He slowly turned, spotting a beautifully drawn painting of himself, standing upon a won battlefield. Soldiers could be seen behind him, valiantly giving their lives to the Orokin machine.

"The Sentient battle at Hull... I can't imagine..."

And indeed Isaah could never imagine the truth, for it was no battle... but a slaughter. The Sentients had laid waste almost all of the Orokin forces, leaving only one fifth of those who had marched off to war. It was only after sicking the infested upon the artificial race, and leading a handful of his own men to take advantage of the chaos and confusion, that he was able to drive them away, securing a pyrrhic victory.

"You were awarded the 'Lua Cross' for valor." Isaah finished.

'Valor'... What a joke. But he still had a duty, and a Dax never took their duties lightly.

Ballas turned to Isaah, "Will you follow in your father's path?"

"Of course." The young Dax said in determination, not noticing the look that his father gave. Ballas smiled, nodding turning back to look at the bedridden Dax, eyes glowing with transference as the Orokin's echoing voice was heard.

"He will, and his children will." The Komi board acted up again, a white stone being placed. "You see... these are the stakes of this little game."

The Old Dax tried to place a stone to intercept, only to find out that Ballas had anticipated the move, pulling off a surround as the black piece disappeared.

"Each stone I capture will be another and another and another... culled from your subversive bloodline."

He placed a piece, attempting to surround Ballas, only to be blocked off by a carefully placed white stone.

"You thought you could out-play me?" Ballas asked. "I've had liftimes to plan my defection. You spied on me, intercepted my communications, but I saw your move long before you took it. And so... we come to the consequences."

He suddenly felt another bag of the strange liquid get injected into his body, an excruciating wrongness developing beneath his skin as he felt his blood begin to... move.

This wasn't medicine.

He let out a muffled yell, struggling against the confines of his bed. Isaah sat up from his chair, a worried look on his son's face.

"Father? You... you alright? Please!-" The young Dax then turned his head, pleading to Ballas.

"-Do something for him!"

And then Izuku felt darkness overtake his vision.


Koji silently cried, wiping away tears as he sniffled loudly, climbing up the steps of the USJ.

Tsuyu simply held a blank look on her face, eyes wide as she stared forward.

They had both left Izuku behind.

She didn't know what was worse, continuing their escape... or knowing that to return and try to save him would mean that whatever sacrifice he had made would have been for nothing. Tsuyu wanted to believe that Izuku had made it out, that he meant it when he had claimed that he would be fine.

But she knew how unlikely that would be.

They reached the top of the stairs, spotting the a few from the class of 1-A at the end of the entrance. It seemed as if they had their own share of trouble, that being Thirteen's condition. The rescue hero seemed to be in terrible shape, astronaut suit torn from behind like a shredded can.

"Kero..." Tsuyu simply croaked, noticing Mina and Ochako tending after the fallen Hero.

Sato and Sero seemed to notice their arrival, eyes widening.

"Asui, Koda!" The Sato exclaimed in surprise, with Sero running up to the two of them.

"We had no idea what happened to you guys when that scary villain separated the class! W-We thought he actually made good on his threat!" Sero then turned his head to Koji, noticing tears drip down from the quiet students eyes. "Koda? Why are you crying?"

Tsuyu simply looked at him, about to open her mouth tell of what happened before the entrance doors were bashed open, the gigantic gates falling to the side.

A hulking figure walked from the debris, the students of 1-A now beginning to smile in relief as Tsuyu felt a faint hope blossom... That someone had arrived who could save her friend.

"It's fine now!"

All Might wasn't smiling as he tore off his tie.

"I AM HERE!"


Toshinori was angry.

He was angry at the mere fact that student's, not even adults, had been forced into such a scary situation. He was angry at the villain's, who had dared launched such a heinous attack.

But most of all, he was angry at himself.

It all started when he had technically neglected his teaching duty in favor of his hero work. Toshinori had no excuse for himself, and he knew he could have left those cases to other heroes beforehand. Regardless, by the time he had reached U.A. High, he had already ran out of time.

He tried to call Aizawa and Thirteen, but neither had picked up, or even sent back a voicemail... Which planted the seeds of unease within him as he talked to Principal Nezu.

It was only when that the talk had been interrupted by a fellow staff member, that being Ectoplasm, who told that the USJ was under attack.

Needless to say, All Might had shot out of the room within an instant, uncaring whether or not he had enough time in his superior form. He had grown content, and he couldn't surmise why he hadn't followed his instinct when it never wronged him.

"All Might!"

He turned his head, noticing one of the students of 1-A approach him. Tsuyu Asui he remembered. Her usually emotionless face was gone, now replaced with a urgent look.

"Midoriya-chan and Aizawa Sensei are down at the plaza, injured!"

Toshinori let action respond, turning his head upon hearing those words as he rushed down the steps. A few villains who had reached the base of said steps were immediately taken down by him as he went forward, planting knockout blows left and right.

The plaza was up ahead, just a few more meters and...

All Might paused, unsure of what to make of the scene in front of him.

Aizawa was definitely injured, if not in a critical condition, motionless on the floor with his arm snapped at a weird angle.

But then there was the anomaly, that being the strange figure that simply sat, slouched down as it hung it's head lowly. It's body black in color, decorated with gold ornaments, wearing a set of long black rags. Toshinori peered to the side, noticing a small pile of diced up flesh. He had reason to believe that the slouched figure had been the cause of that, judging by the sword it held by its side... Who the pile used to be was something that Toshinori didn't want to know.

He looked on before his eyes widened.

Izuku was lying in front of it, hand and body twitching slightly, the student's eyes closed shut... and bruise marks around his neck.

All Might acted immediately, air racing past his vision as he grabbed both Aizawa and Izuku off the ground. He then turned around, both of the wounded bundled together in his right arm as he glanced at the slouched figure.

It hadn't even reacted, simply slouched as it looked down with it's faceless feature.

He felt the need to speak, "Who are you?"

No response.

Toshinori first turned his head to the diced flesh, noticing what appeared to be the head of the body, its eye and brain still somehow functional. The Hero then looked down at Izuku, the kid's breathing was shallow and unconscious movements twitchy. "Did... you do this?"

Again. No response.

All Might gritted his teeth, unsure of what to do.

By all means, whoever this was didn't seem like a villain... it seemed like something else entirely... something dangerous. And it would inferred as if it was responsible for Izuku's condition. But then again, it wasn't moving. For all he knew, the figure required assistance as well rather then apprehension. All Might looked down at the two wounded in his arms before hearing footsteps.

He looked up, noticing three students arrive at the scene. They were at a distance, Katsuki and Eijiro seemingly in the process of stopping their run, pausing in surprise. Shoto seemed equally astonished, eyes wide.

"What the fuck?" Katsuki simply said.

All Might was about to say something before the figure shakily rose up, standing to full height as its digits became sprawled. Toshinori felt his arm tighten around Aizawa and Izuku, balling a fist in his other to see if he would have to fight.

It then threw its head into the air and letting out a torturous howl before a loud bang was heard, a bright white flash given life.


Fumikage commanded Dark Shadow to throw the villain it held into one of the ball covered walls, effectively trapping the villain alongside a few others who suffered the same fate.

Minoru was holding the lid of a trashcan in one of his arms, a crazed look in the student's eyes as his scalp bled.

At first, Fumikage had to deal with most the villain's himself thanks to the tiny student freaking out about the situation and yelling about 'Never getting the chance to touch Yaoyorozu's boobs'. But thanks to a small pep talk... and a few light slaps from Dark Shadow, Fumikage managed to let Minoru get a grip on himself, long enough for the student enough to pull his own weight.

And pull through Minoru did. Fumikage was unsure if he would have made it out of the situation were it not for the useful entrapment ability Minoru's Quirk possessed.

"That's the last one!" Minoru yelled out before stomping angrily in the rain, "Wow, and to think I was afraid you guys before! You guys actually just SUCK!"

Fumikage silently looked away before he heard it.

A howl.

He looked up, ears listening as Minoru seemingly noticed as well. It was bone chilling, able to somehow penetrate the rainy interior of the Downpour zone. Fumikage had to fight back the involuntary cringe that wormed its way into his body.

"Wh-What was that howl?"


"Kero!" Tsuyu ribbited as she covered her ears, the rest of the class doing the same as they visibly shook.

The sound was horrible, most of the students unable to even think as it carried on before stopping, a long pause ensuing.

Mezo was the first to recover, lowering his many arms. "What... was that?"

Nobody had an answer as they turned their heads toward the direction it had came from, now only silence being the prevalent tone. A few more seconds passed before gunshots were heard from the entrance, a slew of bullets whizzing past.

The class flinched, noticing figures at the entrance.

"Sorry everyone!"

They all recognized the voice, knowing that it belonged to Nezu, the principal of U.A.

"We're a little late." Figures walked into the USJ, "I gathered all who were immediately available."

Ochako turned her head, from Thirteen tears in her eyes.

"Iida-kun!"

Sure enough, the class president was at the forefront, a determined look on his face as the teachers of U.A. flocked beside him.

"I, Tenya Iida, class 1-A representative, have now returned!"


All Might slowly lowered his arm, the cufflinks on his shirt practically steaming from the intensity of the flash.

The figure was gone, not a single hint of its existence as it somehow must have escaped. All Might looked around, wondering what Quirk even allowed it to do that... if it was even a Quirk at all. Come to think of it, if he hadn't raised his arm up in time... then-

Toshinori's eyes widened, realizing that they were three others who were at the site. He turned his head, seeing the three students lower their arms, blinking, but otherwise unaffected. It appeared that they were far away enough from the flash to not be blinded as Eijiro ran up to him.

"All Might! Who was that just no-" The red haired student then peered at Izuku, who was nestled in the hero's arms alongside Aizawa. "H-Holy shit... Midoriya, A-Aizawa Sensei! What happened to them!?"

Toshinori was about to open his mouth before shots were heard. All Might turned his head to see Snipe firing with his revolver, Present Mic letting out a head spinning 'YEAH' with his Quirk as a few villains passed out. All Might turned his head back to Eijiro, Katsuki and Todoroki now joining in as he gently propped the two wounded down.

"Students, take these two to the entrance and make sure they get medical attention! I'm going to the other zones to try and see if there is any more of your classmates that need to be saved!"

Eijiro paused before nodding, slowly grasping onto Izuku's unconcious form as Toshinori immediately dashed forth.

His mind was swimming in questions. But right now, all that mattered was the safety of his students... And he would be damned to let another villain lay a finger on one of them.


Kurogiri materialized, setting Tomura on the floor.

The warp villain reformed, stumbling as he held on the countertop, a blood stain on the side of his elegant suit. "U-Ungh..." He reached around, looking for a first aid kit as Tomura simply laid on the floor, wide eyes staring at the ground.

All For One spoke through a monitor.

"How did it go?"

Kurogiri stumbled, "The attack was an, Ack, failure..."

There was a pause on the other end, another voice speaking out. "And what of Nomu?"

"Nomu was fucking deleted!"

The yell came from Tomura, hands shaking against the floor.

"He didn't even get to fight the Symbol of Peace because of that- that... random encounter! That thing was too high level to be a hero, too high level to even be a human! It just showed up and stomped Nomu like nothing!"

"What?!" The other voice yelled. "That's impossible! We made it as strong enough to take on All Might! Tell us what happened!"

Kurogiri found the cabinet he was looking for, producing a box with a red cross on it. "It is just as Tomura said... We didn't find All Might when we arrived there, but even so we carried on as planned, seeing if we could wait to draw him out." Kurogiri then shook his head, fog churning. "A few misgivings happened, as with every plan... But then that... Being, showed up, armed to the teeth." Kurogiri opened the med kit. "It may not have been as strong as Nomu, but it was able outpace him by a ludicrous amount, cutting him into pieces with that cursed blade... And it might have possessed multiple Quirks, or at least it looked so."

"Hmm, interesting." All For One spoke. "Cut you say?"

Kurogiri nodded, applying a bit of disinfectant to his wound, letting out a low grunt. "Ack... Indeed... It was even able to somehow grab my body and stabbing it, despite my being in my fog form. To think... that I almost wasn't able to escape with my life."

Tomura slowly stood up, fists balled. "This is unfair Sensei! This plan could have worked but our RNG was terrible! I want another continue!"

"Of course, don't we all?" All For One said, "But this exercise was not futile. Learn to expect the unexpected and gather the elite. Take all the time you need. We cannot move freely, that's why we need a symbol like you, Tomura Shigaraki. Next time, show the world that you are to be feared." All For One then paused, "In the meanwhile, I need to do some research about this 'being'. I believe it rings a bell."

The line cut off, Tomura looking down as Kurogiri applied first aid on himself.

"Expect the unexpected, huh..." Tomura then walked upstairs, deep in thought.


"How is he still alive?" Sansa asked.

Naomasa, too, was asking that himself as he stared down at the villain's severed head, the eye blinking every once in a while. He peered up, staring at the pile of diced flesh. "Well... I suppose this means that this 'Nomu' was a different cut from the normal villain, perhaps the normal human as well."

A few officers came by, wearing white gloves as they picked up the head before carrying it off, eye still peering around as Naomasa watched, a very sinking feeling beginning to develop on his chest.

"Its body... or the remains of its body... seems be cut up in a eerily familiar way." The detective noted before a figure approached him.

"Detective?"

His attention turned, realizing that it was Ectoplasm... or a clone of Ectoplasm.

"Your assistance is required. Follow me."

He turned his head to Sansa, "Tamakawa, you gather up the students and take them outside. I'll be up in a bit."

The cat officer nodded, walking off as Naomasa turned his head.

"Very well, lead the way."

Ectoplasm nodded, the clone walking with it's two prosthetic legs. The hero took him to one of the edges of the USJ, revealing Ectoplasm himself and Hound Dog, the both of them staring at a metal door.

Naomasa approached, noticing that Hound Dog was on all fours, nose pointed at tail raised.

"What's going on?" Naomasa asked, Ectoplasm's clone dispersing into a murky cloud.

The real Ectoplasm turned his head, "We went to check if there were anymore stragglers, until Hound Dog smelled something."

Naomasa looked at Hound Dog, "And what do you smell?"

There was a pause, the Hound Hero sniffing the air for a second. "It... reeks of death."

Ectoplasm and Naomasa blinked, the two of them turning their heads towards the maintenance doors. The detective looked at the cloning hero before producing a gun from his holster, nodding as Ectoplasm drew back a peg leg.

The door was then kicked down, a rancid and effluvial smell greeting his nostrils as Naomasa coughed, tiny tears welling in his eyes as he held his pistol steady. Ectoplasm took a step inside before pausing.

"My god..."

Naomasa then saw the reason for the putrid aroma.

Bodies. Everywhere.

Most of them sliced and impaled, with the exception of one who had been shot in the head. Naomasa immediately knew who was responsible, meaning that his work had gotten a lot more complicated than just dealing with this 'League of Villains' now that the suspect he had been looking for was involved.

"Who-" Naomasa coughed, flapping a glove to brush away the smell. "Who was the first hero that got to the USJ? All Might?"

Ectoplasm slowly nodded, still staring at the bodies in front of him.

Naomasa kept in mind to ask Toshinori later as he took out his radio, "Attention all units, we need a clean up crew ready. Bodies of villains have been found in the maintenance tunnels."

Surprised chatter was heard on the other end, Naomasa turning around to get some fresh air as Hound Dog came in, letting out a small whimper as the canine Hero stared at the carnage alongside Ectoplasm.


Tsuyu silently watched alongside Eijiro and Koji as Midoriya and Aizawa were carted away, placed into the back of an ambulance.

"Geez... The both of you were with Midoriya?"

Koji slowly nodded as Tsuyu stared forward. Eijiro opened his mouth, probably to ask about what transpired before slowly closing it.

"Tsu." A voice spoke, the frog girl turning her head to spot Fumikage slowly walk out of the USJ alongside Minoru, the grapehead kid splitting off to rejoin the rest of the students as Fumikage walked forward, noticing Midoriya and Aizawa. "... What happened?"

Tsuyu looked back at the ambulance

"We tried to see if we could help Aizawa, but we were caught. Midoriya-chan willingly held the villains off while me and Koda-chan escaped..." She then let out a small ribbit. "I'm so glad to see that he's alive, but it still doesn't look good..."

Fumikage paused, looking at the ambulance before turning his head. "This is Midoriya that we are talking about here. Dark be damned, he'll pull through." Tsuyu slowly nodded before Fumikage asked a question. "By the way, did you happen to hear a howl?"

She recalled for a split second, "Yeah, actually I did. Everyone one did. Kero, I thought it sounded like someone was scratching a blackboard."

Eijiro's face seem to lit up, "So you guys heard it? Me, Bakugo, and Todoroki saw who did it..."

"You did?" Fumikage seemed intrigued, "Was it a villain?"

The red haired teen shook his head, "No... At least I didn't think it was." Eijiro then sighed, "It looked like a person from a distance but-"

"Looked like?" Tsuyu asked, "What do you mean by looked like? What is this thing?"

"Sorry, I... really don't know what I saw. I was kind of far. Maybe it was a vigilante that had somehow broken into the USJ, but I know for sure that it wasn't a hero... or a villain for that matter. Maybe you can try asking All Might, he was closer." Eijiro then proceeded to walk away, leaving both Tsuyu and Fumikage with more questions than answers.


Izuku awoke.

But not in the way that he wanted to.

He couldn't move, all he could do was stare upwards as his eyes remained wide open. His breathing began to grow unsteady, realizing that he couldn't open his mouth as he was... paralyzed.

And for a few, agonizing seconds, it felt as if he was back in the dream, just as bedridden as the beholder.

That was until a gentle glove grasped at his shoulder, "Midoriya?"

Izuku was released from his paralysis, his breathing steadied as he moved his muscles. He turned his head to the familiar voice before his eyes widened, body now finally awakening.

It was Recovery Girl, the old lady holding a concerned look on her face.

"R-Recovery Girl? Is this the nurses office?"

The old lady shook her head, pointing at the doorway. "No, you were sent to the hospital. I came along because I knew your injuries were... minor. Minor compared to Aizawa and Thirteen that is."

Izuku then gasped, remembering the other two. "Aizawa S-Sensei and Thirteen! Are they both okay?"

Recovery Girl looked to the side, "They're both stable if that's what you're asking. All Might was able to rescue you and Aizawa and save the day as usual." She then placed both hands on her cane, "I noticed that you were... having sleep paralysis. Is that normal for you?"

Izuku slowly shook his head, Recovery Girl frowning but otherwise not saying anything, instead pointing her syringe cane at his arm.

"This skin on your forearm was destroyed, but it should heal back by a weeks time after I boosted your recovery."

Midoriya looked down at his forearm, an arm cast wrapped around it.

"There was also the case of the... bruising around your neck. I had them apply bandages around the area, but you can take them off before you leave this room."

"Bandages? Bruising?" Izuku thought before putting a hand to his neck, feeling the white cloth and stinging soreness that prevailed within his throat. For a moment, he pictured that figure all over again, singular hand clasped around his neck...

Izuku blinked as Recovery Girl seemed to remember something. "Oh, and you have a visitor as well."

"A visitor?" Izuku asked before Recovery Girl nodded as she walked to the door, opening it as a person came in, Izuku's eyes widened. "M-Mom!?"

She spotted him calling out to him, "Izu!" She then rushed forward and hugging him, tears in her eyes. "I saw the news today! A-And when the school called-!" She began to sob, "I came as fast as I could!"

He stared forward for a moment before closing his eyes, clasping onto his mother tightly. "I-It's okay, Mom. I-I'm okay."

"That's... That's so good to hear that from you, Izu." His mother said, slowly splitting away to wipe the tears from her eyes. "When I heard that you were in the hospital, I became so incredibly worried."

Recovery Girl seemed to watch the reunion with a smile before walking up to the mother. "Your son is going to make a quick recovery thanks to my heal Quirk. He should be out of the hospital by tonight. And..." Recovery Girl paused, "On behalf of U.A., I would like to apologize for your son's condition. They would be performing rescue training right now had the villains not attacked. As a school, it's our duty to prevent things like this from ever happening in the first place."

Inko seemed to blink before sighing, "No I-I understand..." Inko looked to the side, "On my way in, I saw the state the two teachers were in... To see them like that, and to see the rest of the class so unaffected... speaks volumes of their actions." She sighed again, "It was always my son's dream of enrolling into U.A., blaming them for something out of their control won't help anyone, not myself or Izu."

Izuku slowly smiled before his mother's attitude shifted back into worry.

"But Izuku, please be careful. From what I heard, you went off into the main plaza to fight some villains, willingly! There's only so much my heart can take!"

He shrivelled, "E-Er... Okay Mom, I-I'll try."

She let out a stressful breath, slowly walking to the doorway. "Okay, okay..." She turned her head, a smile gracing her face. "I need to go to work now, b-but when you get back, I'm going to prepare your favorite! Pork cutlet bowls for tonight!"

Izuku nodded, watching her leave.

Recovery looked at the doorway before looking back at him. "You are very lucky Young Man, to have such a caring mother."

"Yeah." He simply agreed before stirring in his thoughts from today.

Maybe... maybe it would be best to see Onkko again. He had a lot of questions that needed to be partially answered if he knew anything about the enigmatic guide.


"100 sit ups, 100 push ups, 100 squats, and 10km's of running? It sounds like your break was really intense." Bubble Girl said.

Mirio gave a nervous smile, "Y-Yeah. Luckily I had aircon. Didn't wanna risk my hair falling out! Har!" He laughed, sweat beading down his head. Keeping One for All a secret was not an easy task, but luckily his colleagues had bought the story, even if it didn't feel right lying to them.

Centipeder was off shift after the whole villain situation that Mirio had resolved, so now it was him and Kaoruko.

"For the greater good I guess... I mean, Spiderman didn't tell people he was Spiderman less he put the ones he loved in danger. So it must be the same for One for All. If I share the secret, I'll put society in danger! Gotta be careful Mirio!" He thought to himself before noticing a crowd of people gathered in front.

"Woah, look at all these people." Kaoruko noticed, "What are they all watching?"

Mirio tilted his head, walking up to notice that they were watching TVs that were displayed behind windows, all of them on the same news channel as his eyes widened, recognizing the USJ.

U.A. High School Attack, 72 villains arrested, suspected plot to kill All Might

"All Might..."

He peered down to see that one of the hero courses had been targeted, eyes blinking upon realization.

"And Midoriya..." Mirio simply whispered before looking away. He would have to give a call when he got off patrol as he rejoined Bubble Girl.


Toshinori sat down in one of the teacher lounges, letting out a tired breath as he remained in his gaunt form.

That was intense, even for him.

He leaned back on the couch, taking a tissue to dab the sweat off his forehead before the doors opened, revealing his friend Naomasa, a serious look on the detectives face.

"All Might, we need to talk."

Toshinori blinked.


Izuku came out of the hospital room with his U.A. uniform on and bandages off, rubbing his neck as he still felt the occasional pain.

But he was fine now, and that was all that really mattered.

He looked up, walking past a few nurses before entering an elevator. He pressed the ground floor, looking down to inspect his cast. Once it came off, there would surely be scars, serving as a permanent reminder of the sacrifice he had made. Izuku lowered the sleeve, letting out a sigh as the doors reopened, now arriving at the lobby, the windows outside dark to show that it was night time.

Izuku did not expect to see both Tsuyu and Fumikage waiting near the doorway. He paused, face lighting up as the two students noticed him, Tsuyu approaching him first.

"Ts-"

And then her tongue shot out, slapping him right across the face as Izuku let out a yelp. He rubbed his reddened cheek, about to ask why she had done that only to be surprised yet again.

She hugged him.

"A-A whu duh?" Izuku simply said, brain short circuiting at the fact that a girl was hugging him, the feeling of Tsuyu's arms wrapped around him made a warmness rise to both his face and chest.

"Midoriya-chan,-" Tsuyu then separated her arms, staring up at him as she seemingly kept her emotionless expression. "-How is your arm?"

Girls were complex creatures.

Izuku scratched the back of his head, briefly forgetting about the tongue slap, the rest of his face now red as he bought his left arm up. "F-F-Fine."

"That's good." She then paused, "I slapped you because I still couldn't believe that you decided to hold of those two villains on your own and told Koda-chan to carry me off like luggage. Can your rashness grow any further?" She then seemed to rub at the edge of one of her eyes.

Izuku swore he saw a bit of moisture despite her blank emotion.

"But it would be unfair for me to be angry at you, because you sacrificed a lot to save me and Koda-chan's life. So... thank you."

"Um uh,-" Izuku felt a full on blush now burn his face "O-Okay... Tsu. I'll um- I'll be more careful." She looked up at him with a blank expression before nodding, Izuku desperately turned his head to Fumikage. "T-Tokoyami, I'm glad to see that you're okay too. Were you displaced by that warp villain as well?"

Fumikage nodded, "Indeed. I was dropped into the Downpour zone, with Minoru I might add."

Tsuyu tilted her head, her attention garnered. "Really? How did that go?"

"I had to get Dark Shadow to slap some sense into that tiny Imp when he was constantly freaking out about the situation." Fumikage then looked up, "But I must give credit where credit is due, Minoru was quite reliable once he had gotten ahold of himself. I dread to think what it would've been like had I not found him."

"What happened about the rest of the class?" Izuku asked.

"They're all fine. Only a few minor injuries." Tsuyu answered before she showed her usual finger tic, "By the way, what happened after you held them off Izuku? How did you manage to fight the villains off?"

He paused, looking down. "I-" Izuku then froze, recalling the menacing figure once more.

Fumikage spoke up as well, "Yes, I too am curious. Especially due to the fact that we... all heard some sort of howl come from the main plaza." Fumikage seemed to actually shiver for a moment, "It was bone chilling now that I recall."

Izuku remembered the feeling.

The feeling of not able to breath, both in memory... and in dream.

And then a name popped up, almost as if it were prior knowledge.

"Umbra..."

He scratched at his cast, an uncomfy look on his face. "I... I'm sorry." Tsuyu and Fumikage paused, looking up at him. "I-I really don't want to sound rude but-" Izuku then paused, looking to the side as he slowly rubbed the back of his neck.

Fumikage and Tsuyu's eyes widened, now noticing slight bruises around his throat.

"-I don't want to talk about it if that's okay... Maybe another time, when I can remember more of it."

Tsuyu paused, "Midoriya-chan."

"Y-Yeah?"

"Do you want to walk with me and Tokoyami-chan?" Tsuyu asked, Fumikage crossing his arms as he nodded in agreement.

Izuku blinked before he slowly smiled.


"-And that's what I saw..." Toshinori finished, showing Naomasa the drawing he had made. "It makes me shiver just thinking about it."

The detective took it, looking it over. "The description matches the drawing... In fact, every description I've gotten matches..." Naomasa then folded it, slipping it into his pocket. "Thank you, Yagi-san. I know this has been a wild day, but so far this is the only conclusive image I have."

Toshinori nodded, "You'd be right to look for that man..." Toshinori looked to the side, "Ectoplasm told me what he saw... I sometimes wonder how you're able to stomach such a scene."

Naomasa let out a sigh, "Grizzly for sure... but looking at scenes like that is my job. It's ironically fortunate that this whole 'League of Villains' business has taken up the media spotlight then something like... this. I'll go more in depth with you and the rest of the teachers tomorrow. So in the meantime, take it easy."

Toshinori nodded, Naomasa about to leave before remembering something.

"By the way... you mentioned that it attacked a student." The detective turned his head, "Who was it?"

Toshinori paused, "Young Midoriya of class 1-A. I saw poor Midoriya lying on the ground, choke marks around his neck. So I had reasons to believe that the suspect-..." All Might shook his head. "Do whatever you feel is right Tsukauchi-san."

The detective garnered a determined look on his face, nodding as he left the room.

All Might rubbed his temples, leaning back on the couch to let out a sigh before his phone vibrated, indicating that a message had been received. He grasped it, checking the screen before blinking

His pupil, Mirio, had messaged him.

Just saw the news sensei. Are u and midoriya okay?


"-and that's how we were able to escape the flood zone." Tsuyu explained, Fumikage nodding in acknowledgement.

"Hm. That sounded like quite the accomplishment. Especially after being surrounded on all sides."

Izuku scratched the back of his head, "Well, that's why Koda-kun was super helpful. I-I think he actually pushed himself past his shyness in order to help the both of us. Those pigeons did provide the distraction after all."

"Plus-ultra." Tsuyu simply responded.

"Yeah..." Izuku said with a smile, "Plus-ultra."

The three walked in silence, the city of Musutafu shining in amongst the distant night, reaching a bus station. It was illuminated by a lone street light, Fumikage and Tsuyu stopping as Izuku asked them a question.

"So um,... you'll be both be at school tomorrow right?"

Fumikage nodded, "Indeed. Though it will be an excruciating annoyance to deal with the reporters... again."

"Kero." Tsuyu ribbited, "I'm going to have to hop over the U.A. wall at this rate."

Izuku let out a shy chuckle before he paused, tightening the grip on his backpack as the events of today caught up in his head. Concern was the first thing that came to mind, "Tsu... Tokoyami."

The two students turned their heads at him as Izuku looked down.

"I-I have a feeling that the 'League of Villain' attack was only the start of something... something big, so-" Izuku paused, looking up. "-so be careful... and um..." Izuku then awkwardly sighed, "I don't know w-what else to say."

Fumikage seemed to pause before walking forward, placing a hand on Izuku's shoulder. "Fear not, Midoriya. We will."

Tsuyu walked up as well, her emotions unreadable. "That seemed really out of the blue to say." She pointed out, speaking her mind in classical Tsuyu fashion. However she slowly tilted her head, edges of her mouth extending by just a miniscule amount as Izuku realized that she was smiling... a very cute smile at that. "But don't worry Midoriya-chan. Me and Tokoyami-chan will be fine."

Izuku fought down a blush as he slowly nodded before giving a curt wave. "O-Okay. Um, I'll be heading back home then. See you both tomorrow."

"Stay safe." Fumikage sent off, Tsuyu waving beside him.

"Goodbye, Midoriya-chan."

He smiled, holding the straps of his backpack as he turned to walk down the dark street.


Izuku took a detour through the business district on his way back, arriving at the small temple. He walked up to the gates, noticing a small note on the side of the doorway.

Gone to a attend an important gathering. I will be back tomorrow.

"Oh no, the temple is closed?" Izuku asked to himself before looking down.

Kaneda had left the key, still attached to the metal lock.

Izuku felt an awkward expression come onto his face, realizing the old monk must've forgotten.

He gingerly grabbed the key, inspecting it for a brief moment before looking back at the lock, reasoning that Kaneda wouldn't mind him entering as long as he locked the door. But even so... to enter a temple in such a fashion...

"... This has to be Kegare..." Izuku whispered to himself before gritting his teeth, unlocking the gate and entering.

It was dark within the courtyard, the noises from the outside city becoming drowned out by the stone walls. Izuku walked inside, quickly entering the temple as he slid the paper door open, taking off his shoes.

The illumination was low, with a few dim lights centered around the Honzon.

Izuku came up to the middle, slowly sitting down in a Seiza position as he closed his eyes, mind drifting as he called out to the far beyond.

"Onkko... I need to talk to you."


Izuku heard the faint sound of rustling wind when he reopened his eyes, realizing that he hadn't ended up atop the pebble garden like normal. Instead he found himself sitting on a patch of dirt. He slowly stood up, a confused look on his face as he looked around, his surroundings now something else entirely as a wide open field of dirt colored grass and a landscape of expansive stone protrusions dotted the landscape.

He scanned the area, trying to find Onkko before spotting a lone figure, near a body of water. Izuku walked forward, feeling a sense of calmness pervade through him as he got close enough to pinpoint specific details.

A familiar gasa on the person's head to indicate that it was Onkko. Strangely enough though, the cryptic outsider seemed to hold something within his hands, Izuku focusing his eyes on it. It was a spear of some sort, with a barbed two pronged tip and a synthetic rope tied around its handle. Onkko seemed to scan the water for a few seconds before throwing it, the spear breaching the surface. A second passed before the enigmatic man pulled on the rope, hauling the spear back as a fish flapped wildly against it, Onkko grasping the aquatic creature before holding the strange looking fish by the tail, it's buggy eyes peering around.

"Ah, a Yogwun. Slow... often prayed upon by larger predators. I suppose I serve the role of the former now." Onkko simply said, his back still facing Izuku. "You wish to talk, yes?"

Izuku stared at the alien looking fish before fidgeting for a second, hand rubbing at his cast. "Y-Yeah..." He then sighed, "Onkko. I want you tell me-" Izuku gathered himself, "-about everything that's happened these past few days... Why the Man in The Wall protected me and why that thing tried to-" Izuku paused. "-Why that thing wanted to kill me?"

Onkko seemed to pause, slowly lowering the fat fish before tossing it back into the water, the aquatic creature swimming away with a splash. The guide then lowered the spear, turning around to face Izuku as he propped it against a rock. "... That is a question I should not answer."

"Why!?"

Izuku was surprised by his own outburst, the landscape seemingly glitching for a split second. He then let out a calming breath, putting today behind him as he steeled himself.

"Onkko... I-I'm not leaving until I get some sort of answer from you."

And that was the truth. What happened at the USJ changed everything. For once, himself and those around him had been in real danger. Yet upon seeing Onkko simply take the visor off, the frown within the Quill's intelligent eyes... he knew that things were about to get serious.

"The Man in The Wall is an explainable entity. Do you truly believe that I explain his intentions when I myself know no better? Yes, He may assist you, but that is because he is out for his own unknowable interests..." Onkko then seemed regretful, "Something that I learnt first hand."

Izuku blinked, Onkko continuing.

"And as for your other question..." Onkko narrowed his eyes. "If the answer would inevitably kill you. What then?"

Izuku paused at Onkko's words. "T-Then so be it!" He balled his fists, closing his eyes. "As long as the people that I care about are safe! To know that thing is still out there means that any knowledge I get about it is power that I can use against it!"

Onkko seemed to stare down at Izuku for a moment, a uncharacteristically cold emotion developed on the Quill's face. "You speak without thinking. Do not try to look for him."

He froze, "Him?"

Onkko's eyes seemed to widen, "Take no heed with what I just-"

"No, I just heard you Onkko! You just said that it was a he!" Izuku then paused, placing a hand beneath his chin. "And these memories I've had, they're not dreams! I've experienced them every single time that I've encountered that figure! A sick father, lying in his deathbed next to his son and a sadistic man..." Izuku paused, the name popping back up into his head. "... Umbra... he ties into all of this... How!?" Izuku demanded.

"That-" Onkko's expression grew softer. "- I cannot tell you"

Izuku froze before he gritted his teeth, "Fine then." He then turned around, walking out into the plains. "I'll try to figure it out on my own. Even if you won't to help me."

A few moments passed as Izuku disappeared, indicating that the student had willed himself back to reality, leaving Onkko on his lonesome. The Quill slowly sighed, visor still in hand.

Something slowly stirred within the water.

Energy the color of bright aquamarine developed upon the shoreline, a ghostly disembodied hand slowly reaching out as a hum was heard.

Onkko turned his head, a frustrated look on the Quill's face. "And what would you have Onkk- me, say! Any answer I give would have led the boy down a difficult path! He is not ready for that!"

The hum was heard again, Onkko taking pause.

"I know but-" Another hum, "... You are right... You are very, very right... Warden." Onkko then sighed, "It is my duty to guide him. The very least I should do... is prepare him."

Slowly, Onkko picked up his fishing spear, holding it over his shoulders as another presence made itself known beside him.

A Quill and a Revenant stood next to the shore as night fell.


Umbra was in pain.

It had sat itself upon a set of stairs, silently running shaky digits alongside what used to be its face, the memories of his prior existence beginning to strike at its conscience.

And strike it did.

"How all you want, it won't bring him back."

"I'm afraid the disease has taken your voice."

"It's me. Isaah-"

The next line of dialogue made the memories hurt all the more.

"-Do you remember me?"

Umbra's digits began to claw, digging into its face as the metal became loose, revealing a soft inside of corruption and flesh. However, upon drawing its hand back, the damage was simply covered with a surge of yellow energy, repairing itself almost immediately.

It then turned its head, drawing its head forward before arcing its back, letting out a long drawn howl before bullet jumping off the fire escape. It soared through the night sky as the lights of the apartment buildings came on.


And so, we come to the end of the first season with healthy helping of foreshadowing for much, much later. Now all I just have to say is, WOW! Holy shit! My boy Mirio (or what I call swole Tintin) just made his debut yesterday, and they nailed it perfectly! Kind of funny how the 3rd Season just ended while I finished the first with my own story.

I had to be very careful when writing this chapter. I wanted Umbra to fight, and I wanted to make it look cool without having to sacrifice (Ehe, get it?) canonicity and facts from the game or bits of the comic. You'll notice that I used words such as 'deflect' rather then block or parry (as both words implies that Umbra is equal to Nomu in strength.), or I made it so that Umbra was reacting and dodging Nomu's attacks rather then face tanking them like some dirty Rhino main... Or Wukong, I fucking love Wukong. But in all seriousness, I think this was the best written outcome. It's actionpacked, it's cool, and most importantly, it's not too over the top and doesn't disconnect from what we've imagined from both game and comic.

And as a small summary to most who are going WTF, Onkko (Septenary) has clearly done some spooky Void stuff involving our newest frame. What is it? I know but I ain't telling... at least not yet or for a while. The next chapter will be the start of season 2. Nothing big is really going to happen, but expect a training montage of newer, more agile sets of skills for Izuku rather then just his Void dash. (Hint, it involves a small bit of bullet jumping. Not Warframe level but kinda there.)

Questions!

Heavy Uepons Gai : Yeah, Ghouls especially gives a good idea of how powerful Warframe are in universe rather than in game.

Ararararararagi Rage : It wasn't even intention tbh, but now that you mention it, it would me nice if I could get uhhh... L A M P?

Soul Ice : I think you nailed what the general consensus seemed to be in the reviews. Speed, maneuverability, godlike reflexes are what most frames are, with endurance, shielding, and powerful weaponry to boot... but in terms of strength, most would be outclassed. (Unless you counted Atlas or Rhino, who can probably take on Muscular as you implied.)

BlackIronTaurus : Take it, take it! Just don't hurt me!

ashlands of the cold : Fair enough. I'll come out and say that breaking off nickname during their fight was to show tension between Katsuki and Izuku, yet Izuku returned to using it again, why? To show that its resolved so to speak. I do agree it would've fit better for him to break the nickname later in the story, but I am also (for all intents and purposes) lazy. I wanted an easy way to focus on other matters in my story, most of those consisting of the dynamic between Umbra and Izuku, or Izuku's new set of particular skills. It might not be agreeable, but I promise that it won't change the dynamic between Katsuki and Izuku by much. But you will be surprised to see a slight shift in Katsuki's actions in a few situations. I won't say what but you'll notice for sure. And I watched the video, I had no idea how subtly different both sub and dub were. I mean, I really only watch sub and read the manga for writing dialogue or gathering info, but still.

Anhilliator1 : I think the chapter answers that question. And Radial Javelin is a badass move.

MysticBandit : Like Soul Ice, I would interpret this as the best outlook of Warframe power level. Umbra wouldn't be doing punch out against All Might or Nomu (Unless it was sword out for this chapter?) but they'd have a better go at it then the two that you mentioned.

Depicable Kiwii : That's also true, Valkyr is madly broken if we put her in this setting, because Hysteria is just too powerful... but at the same time makes no sense. If she deactivates it after taking a full on beating from Nomu or All Might and then some random asshole happens to be staring at her when she deactivates it from about 5 to 20 meters away, she just somehow takes about 30% of the damage she received? T? That's why Excalibur Umbra was the best option to have for this fanfic, not just because his abilities make sense but there's a more deeper backstory. (not saying that Valkyr doesn't have one, it's just not as fleshed out so to speak.)

Im-Bored-and-Gay : Read and find out my dude.

Wolf Guard Miestwin : *sniff* really? It smells like dead bodies to me! Ha! And like I said before, your interpretation is the general consensus. You'll notice that the fight involves Umbra dodging and deflecting attacks, not overpowering Nomu but reacting and outspeeding Nomu like some caffeinated Silver Chariot from JJBA.

UltimateGrr : Totally dude, totally.

WhiteRoseshipper : For sure. I won't say what will happen except that it will happen.

dovahkin01 : Oh boy, time for a history lesson. My namesake, John Prodman, is the biggest badass in the warframe community. It originated from a thread of a Prod Crewman (a low level melee troop) taking on Phorid (a infested boss.) and SURVIVING with 25% of his hp left against all odds. (Talk about Plus Ultra) It quickly became a meme in the Warframe community before the devs actually introduced him into the game as a fleshed out enemy that you encounter in the index (A money making arena). When you beat him, he just shrugs and leaves an autographed poster of him (which shows his arms crossed, just like my new profile pic.)

Septimus Golem : Okay. So the shielding ability that Izuku used, is called Guardian Shell, apart of the Vazarin tree. (Hence why he pictures the Great Wave off Kanagawa. As it represents a great wave warding enemy boats... just like the description and similar background pic of Vazarin.). Reason for naming chapters after mods is... kind of silly but purposeful all the same. I just thought it would be cool at first, until I realized that a lot of the mods titles could fit a lot of the chapters that I had planned. Continuity represents the timeskip of Izuku training, while Overextended means... well, just that. He overextends himself too much taking down the 0 pointer. Thanks for pointing that out, I do tend to accidently glaze over my their, there, and they're from time to time because I'm so into writing the next part. Don't worry, I think I checked over most of them, and fixed quite a few from the last chapter. But there might still be a few.

Winzero512 : Well, Star Wars in general tbh. Mirio in the canon already has a super move called the Phantom Menace, so I wanted to play along.

Sir Fart : Umbra confirmed for Smash.

Omake

Izuku was walking home, an frustrated look on his face as he stared forward.

The path grew deeper, trudging forward before sensing something.

A slicing sound.

He paused, hair standing at the back of his neck as he kept walking.

It grew louder, Izuku steadying his breath.

"It... feels like somebody...-" He then spun around, "-WANTS ME TO DO CONCLAVE!"

A few moments passed, realizing that there was nothing but a large rock at the side of the path. He let out a slight whimper, turning his head back as he went on his way.

Teshin silently sat behind said rock, looking down at the ground.

"... Damn it all."