12:50 p.m., U.A High.
Standard morning classes were dutifully trudged through, stomachs were filled by the assiduous meals prepared by Lunch Rush, and the students of 1-A were now abuzz with anticipation for today's lesson on Hero Basic Training. Some, like Izuku, nervously fidgeted in their seats; some, like Bakugo, were restless with impatience for All Might's arrival; others still, like Kaminari, were wrought with tension and dread as to what mystery lesson they would have to endure today.
The first official day of classes had brought about combat training, pitting classmate against classmate as they tested their Quirks in a battle-oriented environment. The day after was far more studious, as each trial was analyzed from top to bottom, and with each student receiving full, formal critiques of their performances, including their strengths to build on and areas of weakness that required improving.
Izuku's biggest critique had been on his recklessness and eagerness to engage Kirishima in close range combat, a potential disaster given the physical handicap that was his scarred hands and lack of physical bulk. If it weren't for the element of chaos his 'Support tech' injected into the battle, he would've been thrashed by Kirishima quite easily.
I have to remember that my powers are ill-suited for close range combat with the way I am now, Izuku thought. This could change in the future as I incorporate more spells into my repertoire, but for now, I should do my best to keep a reasonable distance from my opponents.
"Afternoon, class," Aizawa said dryly as he entered the classroom, without his signature sleeping bag for a change.
Some of the students groaned aloud, disappointed that Aizawa had strolled in instead of All Might. Izuku and Kirishima, on the other hand, perked up with curiosity: would Aizawa be teaching today's Basic Hero Training lesson? Where was All Might?
"Today's Basic Hero Training session has been turned into one that will include three instructors: All Might, myself, and one other person," Aizawa said from behind the class podium, seemingly anticipating their questions.
'Turned into'? Izuku thought. I wonder what's so special about today's lesson that they would need multiple instructors?
"What will we be doing then, Aizawa-sensei?" Sero asked aloud what everyone else was thinking.
"Shipwrecks, landslides, fires, floods—everything you can think of," Aizawa said as he held up a card much like All Might had on their first day, with this one reading 'RESCUE' in big, bold letters. "This is today's lesson: Rescue Training."
Most of the class seemed to visibly perk up at the announcement, chattering excitedly at the prospect of practicing rescue operations. Such work was the cornerstone for the Pro Heroes they were training to become, aside from battling wicked villains, of course.
"Rescue, huh?" Kaminari said tiredly, slumping in his seat. "I bet it'll be a lot of hard work, too..."
"Hey, cheer up, man!" Kirishima said excitedly from his seat behind Kaminari, pounding his desk with ecstatic fists as Iida scolded him from where he sat. "Rescue is the core duty of any hero! Just think about it: this is just another step toward becoming manly, dependable pros like All Might!"
Izuku shot a sideways glance at Kirishima. Like All Might, huh? Izuku recalled his earlier thoughts regarding the private conversation All Might had with Kirishima after the Battle Trials. If All Might really is considering you as the inheritor of One For All, then I bet he'll be keeping a closer eye on you, Kirishima.
"I'm not finished." Aizawa said sternly, causing the students to quiet down and all eyes to snap forward again. "During this lesson, you can decide whether you want to wear your costumes." Aizawa pushed the same remote All Might had used, causing all of the costume slots to emerge from the far wall. "However, I recommend that you do wear your costumes. Your time doing rescue training in different environments will allow you to get a good feel of your costume's limitations. That being said, the rescue training will take place at a location off-campus, so we'll be taking a bus. That's all, so get ready, and be quick."
With that, Aizawa turned away and lumbered out of the classroom, leaving the 1-A students to collect their costumes and change without delay. One by one, they rose by column to retrieve their outfits.
Rescue training... Izuku remained in his seat, deep in contemplation as his peers collected their costumes one at a time. The rescue aspect of hero work was something he'd admired ever since he was a boy, watching his idol All Might rescue countless civilians—all with a smile on his face. Sorcerers were no different in that regard, especially his sensei, Doctor Strange, whom Izuku had come to admire as much as All Might, if not more so. The man had saved him from an early, watery grave, and Izuku was now keenly aware of the extra-dimensional threats he staved off as Earth's Sorcerer Supreme.
If he wanted to become a skilled sorcerer—and the greatest Pro Hero on top of that—he would have to give it his all today, letting his instructors guide him how to best use his powers to save people. Above all other aspects of hero work, rescue was the one thing he wanted to specialize in the most.
Looking back throughout his adventures up until this point, Izuku couldn't deny he probably had a leg up over his classmates in this department: he'd stopped Ikiji from killing Wong at Kamar-Taj, defended Mei during the harrowing confrontation with Blackout, saved some of his own classmates during the Entrance Exam, and risked his own life to save his master's during the ordeal with Brigand. If rescue was the name of the game, then Izuku had a bit of experience already under his belt.
But it wouldn't be that simple. Aizawa-sensei had mentioned the implementation of different environments—what exactly did that entail? He figured there was rational logic behind it: different environments meant different factors that could affect how he used his magic when trying to rescue a person, or possibly many.
One step at a time, Izuku! He thought triumphantly as he stood up along with the rest of his column. His costume (sans his cloak, which abhorred being folded) was stored away with all the others'. Just pay close attention and use today to hone your skills as much as possible!
Unfortunately, Izuku's first step for today's lesson involved tripping over his own backpack which rested by his feet in an unceremonious slump, crammed full of books, notes, and papers. With a startled yell, Izuku caught himself before he tumbled to the ground, but his feet sent his pack sprawling open, scattering his supplies all over the ground.
"Watch where you're stepping, Deku!" Bakugo grumbled as he fetched his costume, glancing back toward Izuku with marked disdain.
"S-sorry!" Izuku stammered as he dropped to his knees, hastily trying to scoop everything back into his pack before the rest of his class had departed for the changing rooms.
"Midoriya," Aizawa poked his head back in. "You're taking too much time. Hurry up."
"I'll be right there!" Izuku replied as he crammed the last of his school supplies back into his bag and roughly shoving it back under his desk. He nearly tripped again springing back to his feet, yanking his costume out of its slot before sprinting out the door toward the changing rooms, where he'd left his cloak waiting patiently all day for him.
Izuku had been sure he had all of his belongings accounted for, but alas, hastiness invites sloppiness. In his mad rush to collect his effects, he failed to notice the slip of paper that slipped out his pack, fluttering silently to the floor.
Izuku Midoriya would realize too little, too late that he'd left Doctor Strange's summoning card behind.
"Midoriya! Let's grab seats together, man!" Kirishima yelled, throwing an arm around Izuku's shoulders. Most of the students were milling around outside the school, conversing with one another as they waited for the bus to be ready for boarding. Izuku was standing by himself, lost in thought, which likely prompted Kirishima's approach. "I can't wait to get this rescue training under way! I just hope we won't have to travel too far to get there, you know?"
"Yeah, sure!" Izuku said tensely, surprised by the sudden contact which jolted him out of his thoughts.
"Hey, why so nervous?" Kirishima said with a grin. "I figured out of everyone here, you'd be the least nervous about today."
"Huh?" Izuku blinked. "How do you figure that?"
Kirishima's grin faltered a bit. "Let's face it, some Quirks are better at rescuing people than beating up bad guys. And your Quirk lets you open up portals, summon shields; heck, you even have a piece of tech that lets you fly! But me?" He raised his arm, letting it stiffen and sharpen for effect. "My Hardening doesn't have any of the flashiness so many current pros have. Regardless, I don't know how suited for rescue I can be with my power."
"That's nonsense!" Now it was Izuku's turn to surprise Kirishima. "There are plenty of applications for your Quirk in rescue scenarios! Just think about all that extra endurance your hardened body parts have: you could catch a wall or pillar that's about to fall on some trapped people, or lift it off of them, or even use your power to barrel your way through debris and obstacles if a preferred path is destroyed or otherwise blocked! With a bit of practice, starting with today's lesson, you'd be great at rescue, Kirishima!"
"I...never thought about any of that," Kirishima blinked, staring at Izuku with wonderment. "You're as smart as you are manly!"
"Eh, I wouldn't be so quick to say that," Izuku said as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "I'm here for the same reason as everyone else: to learn how to properly become a hero!"
Kirishima chuckled. "True, but you have to admit, your Quirk is pretty well-suited for rescue. It's definitely the best out of anyone else that's here!"
"What'd you say!?"
Izuku and Kirishima swiveled their heads to see a steaming Bakugo stomping toward them from behind, his glaring eyes darting back and forth between them as he clenched and unclenched his hands repeatedly, and with his grenade gauntlets equipped, he seemed all the more volatile. Kirishima didn't seem too nonplussed by Bakugo's approach—he was more curious than anything else—but Izuku knew an angry Kacchan when he saw one.
Kirishima, oblivious to the brewing storm of hostility clouding above Bakugo's head, attempted a greeting. "Hey! You're Bakugo, right?"
"Shut it, Shitty Hair!" Bakugo growled, jabbing an accusatory finger into Kirishima's shoulder. "What'd you say about that nerd? That he'd be the best at rescue!? Well, I'm here to make it clear that the only one who'll be dominating today is Katsuki Bakugo! You hear me? I'll blow everyone away on my way to the top! And you both better believe that!"
"We believe it! We believe it!" Izuku cried, waving his hands back and forth as Bakugo whirled right back around and stomped back to where he was standing.
"Huh. Bakugo's got quite a competitive streak. I dig it!" Kirishima said, rocking Izuku back and forth with the arm over his friend's shoulders. "He's pretty manly, too, huh?"
You're too pure for this world, Kirishima... Izuku thought as Kirishima rocked him. "Y-yeah, manly and then some..."
"Bakugo's Quirk uses explosions, right?" Kirishima asked as he finally released Izuku's shoulders. "If a guy like that could learn to rescue people with his power, then I guess I really don't have any excuse to not learn how to rescue with my own!"
Kirishima laughed and went off to chat up some of the other 1-A classmates before boarding began, leaving Izuku behind to watch him inquisitively. I said there were plenty of applications for your Hardening power, but that's not all there is to your Quirk, is it, Kirishima...?You never explained it yourself, but it appeared to let off a lot of strength all at once during the Battle Trial...something to do with stockpiled energy from your hardening, perhaps?
A whistle suddenly went off directly behind Izuku, causing the poor boy to leap up in fright as well as catching the attention of the rest of the students. He turned and saw that Iida had approached him from behind, a whistle clearing stuck between his lips, his countenance stern and rigid with authority.
"Izuku! As our new Class President's staunch supporter, I must recommend we begin the boarding process right away!" Iida said with robotic gesticulations. "I suggest having the class form two lines by student numbers in order to make boarding as smooth as possible—!"
As Iida raved on about his suggestions, chopping his hands up and down all the while, Izuku waved his own hands to try and calm his overly eager but well-meaning ally down.
Iida was serious when he said he'd try to help me any way he could! Izuku thought. I guess everyone means what they say at U.A!
"We're here," Aizawa said in his usual tired manner as the bus drove past a final copse of trees, slowing to a halt before a splendorous glass and steel-covered dome.
"This is where we'll be doing rescue training?" Izuku wondered aloud as he and the rest of the heroes-in-training departed from the bus. They unloaded right before the doors of this new facility: large, blue, and quite imposing.
"Welcome, everyone! You made it right on time!"
1-A honed their sights on the source of the new voice, a stout figure with a domed helmet, garbed in a thick, white coat of sorts. Large, white eyes peered at them from underneath the helmet, appearing as excited as some of the students were.
Izuku recognized this hero immediately. "That's—!"
"The Space Hero Thirteen!" Uraraka cried out from beside Izuku, startling him with her sudden show of excitement. "A gentlemanly hero who specializes in rescuing people during disasters! One of my absolute favorite heroes!"
Wow, I can't believe someone other than me is willing to nerd out over heroes! Izuku thought.
"I look forward to working with all of you!" Thirteen said, ushering the students toward the enormous doors of the facility. "Let's enter without anymore delay!"
Upon entering past the giant double doors, Izuku rubbed his eyes to make sure the sight he and the rest of 1-A were all seeing wasn't a mirage of some kind.
"Wow...!"
The yellow and red-bricked pathway they were following led down toward a courtly central plaza, fitted with a stately fountain and exquisite greenery. Of course, that wasn't what everyone's attention was drawn to: it was the six sections surrounding the central plaza that had the students fascinated, with each one emulating a different environment.
Scanning from left to right, Izuku first laid eyes on a section devoted to a destroyed urban environment, its buildings cracked open and tilting precariously above shattered streets. Next was a sloped zone with the tops of buildings jutting out of the ground; Izuku surmised it was a landslide-themed section. The zone beyond that was mountainous, with twin crags peaking above the rocky terrain, and a bridge connecting the two. Beside that was a red-tinted domed section. Heat ceaselessly rippled off the dome, indicating something fire-related within its confines. A large lake was situated to the right of the heat dome, with a large slide constructed above it and a ship resting in the middle; probably a shipwreck disaster. To the right of that—and the left of Izuku—was another domed section, this one tinted blue instead of red. There was no heat rippling off the roof, but the sound of howling winds could be heard from within: a windstorm scenario.
"It's so reminiscent of Universal Studios Japan!" Kirishima exclaimed.
"This facility is a training ground I developed for U.A, incorporating a variety of disaster scenarios for young heroes-in-training to practice with!" Thirteen said proudly as the students overlooked the magnum opus that was their facility. "I call it...the Unforeseen Simulation Joint! USJ for short!"
It really is just like the actual USJ...
"Thirteen," Aizawa said as he sauntered toward the coated hero. "Where is All Might? I was told that he would meet us here before the lesson began."
"About that..." Thirteen leaned in to whisper to Aizawa. "He's resting in the teacher's lounge. Seems he did too much hero work this morning." Thirteen held up three fingers for emphasis to get the point across without outright spilling the beans to the students. Izuku and Kirishima, however, instantly recognized what Thirteen meant.
Three fingers? Did All Might reach his time limit doing heroics again...? They both thought simultaneously.
"What an irrational man," Aizawa grumbled, shaking his head. "I suppose it can't be helped. The floor's all yours, Thirteen." Aizawa meandered over to the USJ's gate, leaning against it as he relinquished class authority to his fellow Pro Hero.
"A few things before we begin," Thirteen said, raising a hand before the class to reel in their attention. "I am sure most of you are aware of my Quirk: Black Hole. With my power, I can suck up anything into my body and disintegrate it."
"And you've been able to save many people during disasters with that power, right?" Uraraka asked excitedly.
"True, but my power is also one that can kill rather easily," Thirteen said, eliciting looks of surprise from the students of 1-A. "More than a few of you have powers like that as well, correct?" Those wide white eyes, shielded by the domed helmet, now scanned each of them studiously. "In our current society, Quirks are certified and strictly regulated by S.H.I.E.L.D., but even with all that regulation in place, there will always be abilities that can kill with a single misstep."
"With the fitness tests Aizawa had you complete, you learned how to creatively utilize your Quirks in ways you couldn't do before," Thirteen continued. "During All Might's Battle Trials, you learned firsthand the potential dangers of unleashing your powers against other people. Now think of the lessons I'll be teaching you today as a fresh start: I will show you how to use your Quirks to save lives. Heroes do not have powers just so they can fight villains; they have powers so that they may help others. It is my hope you will leave here today with that understanding."
Thirteen's right, Izuku thought, recalling Kirishima's words about how his powers were so well-suited for rescue. What Kirishima didn't know—what few people aside from Mei and his sensei knew—was that even with his current powers, he was more than capable of killing someone; he'd ended Marcus's life, after all. That incident no longer haunted him as it once did, but the impact it had on his view of his own magic was undeniable. In the context of Thirteen's speech, magic was no different than Quirks. Even my portals could kill if closed improperly. And I definitely want to make sure I don't have a repeat of Kamar-Taj ever again...
"That's all I have!" Thirteen said with a bow. "Thank you for listening!"
"All right, guess we should get started," Aizawa said amidst the applause of his students. "First we'll—"
Zakt!
An unexpected crackling of electricity echoed throughout the facility, and the rows of lights illuminating the structure suddenly dimmed, catching everyone present off-guard. The central fountain down in the plaza stuttered repeatedly as a black vortex manifested before it, twisting itself into view before suddenly erupting, spreading itself across the plaza.
"Everyone gather together and don't split up!"Aizawa exclaimed as he caught sight of the black mist swirling down on the plaza. "Thirteen! Stay with the students no matter what!"
"What the hell is that!?" Kirishima asked as he also noticed the mist swirling below. Soon, every one of the fledgling heroes had their attention on the trouble brewing down on the central plaza.
Izuku looked on with his classmates as the mist stretched itself out, with dozens of figures marching out and assembling in the plaza. The horde of newcomers were varied in size and appearance—some were definitely ganglier and more grotesque than others—but they all carried a certain malevolence to them.
Izuku gulped. Something was off; something was wrong.
"Has the lesson already started...?" Kirishima squinted his eyes to get a better look at what was transpiring.
"Stay where you are!" Aizawa snapped. He slipped his yellow goggles over his face, and Izuku immediately recognized the severity of their predicament. "This isn't part of the lesson; the USJ has become overrun by villains!"
Aizawa's binding cloth furiously unraveled as the last of the villains—a hulking beaked behemoth—stumbled through the black fog. Thirteen stepped in front of the shocked students, keeping vigilance over them as Aizawa prepared for battle.
"Yesterday's breach must've been their doing..." Aizawa muttered.
Villains invading via a black, transporting fog... Izuku thought frantically. This is just like Kamar-Taj all over again! That villain with the black fog must be the same one who tried to help Ikiji take the Book of Cagliostro, the one I used the Eye against!
A haunting chill ran down Izuku's spine as he realized the implications of this realization. Was he here, too? Was Ikiji present, mingling among the throng of villains gathered below? Was he responsible for this newest attack? Izuku closed his eyes, trying to reach out with his magic to see if he could detect the same kind of tainted presence like he did back with Marcus, but...he felt nothing conclusive.
"Villains! Infiltrating a hero school? There's no way!" Kirishima said in disbelief.
"Teacher!" Yaoyorozu addressed Thirteen, wiggling her way to the front of the class between Izuku and Kirishima. "Doesn't the USJ have trespasser sensors?"
"We do, but..."
"If the sensors are not responding, one of their Quirks must be responsible for it," Todoroki said, his stoicism not even remotely affected by the sudden appearance of villains. "An isolated part of the campus during a scheduled class...this has all been meticulously planned out. These villains have some sort of goal in mind."
"H-hey guys, I can't contact the school," Kaminari said, tapping the square-like earphone attached to his head as he stepped behind Izuku and Yaoyorozu.
"Thirteen, begin evacuating the students," Aizawa instructed as he stepped forward. "Worry about contacting the school once they're clear of this building!" With that, he launched himself from the top of the stairs, descending directly into the throng of villains waiting below. He masterfully weaved his binding cloth forward, snagging villains left and right and throwing them into each other with little effort.
Aizawa-sensei can hold his own against a large group of opponents better than I thought! Izuku thought as he joined his classmates in evacuating. And with his goggles on, they can't tell whose Quirks are erased until it's nearly too late!
"Hey, Midoriya!" Kirishima yelled as he raced to Izuku's side. "We may not be able to contact the school, but you should still be able to open a portal to somewhere in the main building, right?"
"You're right!" Izuku exclaimed, mentally cursing himself for focusing too much on Aizawa's fight instead of doing that earlier. He brought his fingers up, rotating them as the space before the enormous doors into the USJ sparked with swirling embers.
Only for the embers conjured by Izuku's magic to be immediately dispelled and scattered by the sudden emergence of the black fog.
That fog of his...! He used it to cut right through my magic like he did on the whips being used to restrain Ikiji! This is bad!
"Greetings, fledgling heroes," The black fog spoke as it slowly reformed into a vaguely humanoid shape. "We are the League of Villains. Please forgive the rudeness of our sudden incursion, but we have invited ourselves into U.A, the home of heroes, to ensure that All Might, the so-called Symbol of Peace, draws his last breath. Has there been a change to the schedule? I believe All Might was supposed to be here today."
As his face finally reformed, the black mist villain observed each of the students with the yellow, jagged streaks that were his eyes, doing a double take as they passed over Izuku. His eyes narrowed as he undoubtedly recognized the boy, the sorcerous outfit he was sporting as his hero costume making him all the more recognizable.
Izuku gulped. He knew he was caught.
"You." The villain—Izuku struggled to remember his name, though he was positive he'd heard it at Kamar-Taj—addressed him directly. "What is a sorcerer doing enrolled in a class meant to train heroes?"
Izuku could hear confused murmurs among his fellow classmates; it must not have been precisely clear who the villain was addressing...at first, anyway.
"Midoriya?" Kirishima said as he hardened and sharpened his arms. "Is he...talking to you?"
Izuku became acutely aware of nearly every pair of eyes present slowly training onto him.
"What's that villain talking about?"
"Sorcerer? He was talking to Midoriya?"
"Midoriya? Do you...know this guy?"
"How unorthodox," The villain mused. If he was terribly caught off guard by Izuku's unexpected presence, he certainly didn't show it. "No matter. You will just have to be dealt with accordingly, like all the other 'golden eggs' gathered before me. That is, after all, the role I am to play."
Thirteen aimed a finger toward the villain, only to be taken aback with the rest of 1-A as Bakugo and Kirishima launched themselves into combat. The smoke triggered by Bakugo's explosive punch quickly filled the path, obstructing everyone's vision.
"The role you play?" Bakugo snorted. "The only role you play here is to be defeated by me!"
A malicious chuckle echoed from the fading smoke, revealing the fog villain to be completely unharmed by the boys' attacks. "Oh, yes," he mused. "'Golden eggs', indeed..."
"My role...is to scatter you children to your respective execution grounds!" The villain roared as the mist constituting his body surged forth with a vengeance.
Izuku squinted his eyes as the mist overwhelmed them all. He cried out as Kirishima and Bakugo were swallowed whole by the mist first. Iida tackled Uraraka and Sato the ground. Shoji had his many monstrous arms anchoring Sero to the ground. Ashido and Asui were holding each other, terrified as the mist consumed them next, along with the flailing form of Mineta. Tokoyami and Koda vanished, and then Ojiro and Aoyama were covered in the shadows, as well. Todoroki leaped back, but the fog had them completely surrounded, swallowing him whole from behind. Izuku flinched as a pair of frightened, trembling hands slapped down on his shoulders, and he felt something long and skinny constrict around his waist before the mist sucked him in entirely.
Izuku yelled out in a panic as his feet and the ground were no longer connected. His bearings were totally lost, and the only sensation he felt besides the hands on his shoulders and whatever was wrapped around his waist was that of falling. The mist pulled him down, down, down, until, at last, a glimmer of light could be seen through the end of the shadowy aperture.
"Whoa!" Izuku's vision spun as the shadows spat him out, dumping him onto a hard, rocky surface. He stayed on the ground for a few seconds, shaking his head to regain his senses.
"Midoriya, man, get up!" Izuku heard Kaminari's shaky voice.
Izuku struggled to his feet, noting the hands on his shoulders must've been Kaminari while the cord holding onto his waist was one of Jiro's elongated earphone jacks.
"What...what happened?" Izuku groaned as he glanced between Kaminari, Jiro, and Yaoyorozu, whose attention was focused on something surrounding them. A series of shifting shapes became far less blurred after Izuku rubbed his eyes, and he was quickly aware of the horde of villains that had them surrounded on the rocky crags of the USJ's mountain zone.
I see...so that villain used his mist-like Quirk to scatter the villains into the different zones along with the rest of us! Izuku thought as he glanced over toward the central plaza, where he could vaguely make out Aizawa-sensei's form locked in combat with what villains remained down there.
"Don't zone out, Class Prez!" Jiro yelled at Izuku as she pulled a blade out of Yaoyorozu's body, courtesy of the girl's creation Quirk.
Yaoyorozu manifested a long, steel pole out of her body and took up a defensive stance. Kaminari grimaced as he cowered behind them and Izuku, not all looking forward to facing off against bonafide villains.
The villains, all of varying sizes and appearances—and Quirks—had them surrounded, but made no move against the students. Izuku watched them curiously as his hands blazed with magic, his cloak unfurled, ready to take its master to the skies. What were the villains waiting for? For them to make the first move? They had them outnumbered easily five-to-one!
The sound of clapping rang out from among the crowd of villains, snapping Izuku out of his musings. Jiro, Kaminari, and Yaoyorozu all turned to face the source along with Midoriya.
"Izuku Midoriya," A hauntingly familiar voice taunted Izuku. The other villains before them stepped to the side, giving the figure speaking ample amount of room to approach the front of the pack. "The apprentice of the Sorcerer Supreme himself is also trying to become a Pro Hero? Will you ever cease to surprise me?"
Izuku's blood froze. It was a figure he recognized all too well. Those flowing golden and brown robes. That jagged white hair. The purple skin around his eyes, outlined silver and cracked. The scar trailing from his left eye to his jaw line. The triple crescent insignia of Dormammu emblazoned on his forehead.
Ikiji Kokotsu was here after all.
Author Notes
Next chapter: Izuku vs Ikiji, Round 2!
If you recall all the way back in Chapter 14, Izuku was thoroughly thrashed by Ikiji's space manipulating magic, and was narrowly saved from death by the quick arrival of Doctor Strange. That was nearly a year ago, by this story's timeline. How will Izuku fare against Ikiji this time, especially without his summoning card? I'm excited to write these next couple chapters, I can tell you all that much.
Until next time! Plus Ultra!