Monochromatic Ideals

Episode Final- Silver

"So... this is the result of Light and Void fusing..."

It was difficult to describe the power that was running through him. On one hand, he felt powerful. More powerful than he'd ever felt in his entire life, and that was saying a lot from where he was coming from. A single power that had the attributes of both abilities. A single power that displayed those attributes with more power than the original Quirks. A single power that didn't have the line of sight limitation Void had or the limited store of light that Light had.

On the other hand, his entire body felt like it was on fire. As he fought through the school, though, the pain was becoming rapidly numbed. And he could tell from the exhaustion creeping into his body that it wasn't from him healing or from him getting used to his newfound abilities.

He didn't have much time. Fortunately, didn't need that much.

"Just one more thing, Hikari. I just need to do one more thing, okay? Just wait a little longer."

The teachers at UA may not have been top heroes by any stretch of the imagination, with the exception of one, of course, but they were all reputable heroes in their own right. The whole reason Kyomu had went and taken Aizawa out so fast was because of that nullification power of his. They were dangerous. All of them were dangerous. And while he truly didn't blame them for being in his way, they were in his way.

At the very least, he was thankful that he now had the power to remove them without killing them.

"Cementoss," Kyomu dully greeted. In his hand was the unconscious form of Present Mic, who he gently set down next to the other unconscious form of Midnight. Even more fallen teachers were right behind him, along with fallen walls, broken ceilings, and shattered floors.

To their credit, they'd mobilized rather rapidly after he'd destroyed the infirmary. Classrooms were locked down and all the heroic teachers had rushed out to stop him as he made his way out of the school. But, just like Aizawa, they fallen within a blink of an eye. But even as he cut through their numbers like nothing, they still stood in his way. Even when the school's exit was but a single corridor away, they were still trying to oppose him.

If nothing else, he could respect them for all the effort.

Cementoss didn't so much as offer him a greeting in return. The hero with the blocky, cement-like body just slammed his hands into the ground, and after some rumbling, concrete shot up from the ground all around him and encapsulated Kyomu in a circular tomb of cement.

And then he broke out of the prison in a single movement, appeared across the whole corridor right in front of a shocked Cementoss in that same movement, grabbed his rectangular head, and smashed it into the ground hard enough that his gray, rock-hard skin cracked.

"Out of my way. All of you." He turned around and saw more figures approaching him from down the hall. He twitched his fingers, and silver lightning arced off the wall next to him and traveled down the hallway, destroying the walls, ceiling, and floor in the process, as well as blasting the figures back when it reached them.

Kyomu didn't even spend the time to observe the destruction his power wrought. All he did was turn around right after the hallway was destroyed and burst out the front doors.

The sunlight hit his body as he leaped out from the school, though in his current state, he couldn't feel the warming effect of the sun's rays. He landed at the front of the school's courtyard, and right up ahead he could see the large, metal security gate that surrounded the entire school and blocked his exit.

So he simply swiped his hand in front of the gate. A silver, liquid-like substance appeared and overlapped the space the gate occupied, stayed for a second, and then disappeared. The gate disappeared entirely along with the silver substance with absolutely nothing left behind, as if there had never been a gate there in the first place.

Of course, with the way out wide open, he took steps towards the open entrance. But he'd only made it two steps, as, on the third step, he found his foot rooted to the ground. An annoyed sound was hummed in the back of his throat, and he looked down to see what was holding him to the concrete.

He scoffed out loud when he saw a small, purple ball on the ground sticking to the bottom of his foot.

"If it isn't the man himself," he sneered as more silver material appeared and made the ball disappear. "I swear, Mineta," he continued as he turned around, "if you throw one more ball at me-"

Kyomu stopped himself when he fully turned around, and had to brush some of his long, silver hair out from his face to ensure he was seeing right. Mineta was there, but so were twenty-one other students right besides him. All of them with various looks of confusion, betrayal, shock, sadness, and in Bakugo's case in particular, anger.

All of Class 1-A was right behind him. All of them were staring right at him. Some were even flaring their Quirks in warning. Flames and ice were softly coalescing around Todoroki's body, fiery sparks were leaping off of Bakugo's palms, and Tokoyami's Dark Shadow was hovering right over his shoulder.

It was an honestly shocking sight for Kyomu, who hadn't expected resistance from his classmates. Other heroes and maybe police, for sure. Not other students, and especially not these ones. Shocking, but not too surprising. Because deep down he knew that if anybody was going to oppose somebody who'd blasted through the school and took down all those teachers who were also heroes, it was them.

As endearing as it was annoying given current circumstances, but he was flattered at the attention. Flattered, but not very appreciative.

"This has nothing to do with any of you," he told them. He raised his voice as he high as he could, but even then it was low and hoarse, and he felt strained from doing just that much. "Go back. You're only going to get hurt trying to stop me."

They actually looked offended at that comment. He supposed he couldn't blame them, but at the same time he didn't care. Couldn't care. He just didn't have time.

Of the twenty-one present, one stepped forwards ahead of the pack. Iida, who was shaking so hard he had to continuously prop his glasses back on his face to ensure they wouldn't fall off. He was one of the more conflicted-looking ones, and there was sweat visibly running down his face. But he stood firm, and he had taken a deep breath before he finally spoke.

"Shinka! As the class representative for Class 1-A, I speak for the entire class when I implore you to cease your reckless actions and turn yourself back in to the proper authorities!" he bellowed out at Kyomu. "Your actions have caused massive property damage to our school, and you have severely wounded a number of our heroic teachers!" He stopped and sucked in a large breath before looked down at his feet. "Just stop," he said in a quieter voice. "I don't know why you're doing this. W-we don't know why you did all the things Midoriya... you need to explain yourself in front of-"

"There's nothing to explain," Kyomu interrupted. "What I told to Midoriya was the truth. I lied. I killed villains for selfish reasons. I have nothing more to say on the matter." Silver material raced up Kyomu's arms. "Mr. Class Representative. I'll warn ya once. You or anybody else takes a step forwards, we fight right here, right now. And you'll all lose. Or you could just stay put and let me go."

It was, by all accounts, a bluff. It wasn't a matter of he couldn't fight them- he could. He knew for a fact he could beat them all at once, easily. The problem was time. He didn't know how close All For One was to Tartarus. He didn't even know exactly where he was, and all he had to go on was that he was in an armored car on the road somewhere heading to Tartarus. He needed to get to that car before it arrived at Tartarus. He didn't have time to fight twenty-one of his classmates.

But they didn't know he was time-constrained. They probably did know he could beat them all.

"But damn it all, knowing them, I won't be able to intimidate them into stopping no matter what I say. They're heroes."

And just as he predicted, somebody did step forwards past Iida and stopped at the space between Kyomu and the group of classmates. Not Sen, who Kyomu expected the most to have stepped up. Not Midoriya, who Kyomu had half-expected to try and talk some sense into him. Not even Bakugo, who Kyomu could have pictured saying something about how he was being such an idiot for throwing everything away the way he just did.

No. It was Koda. The quietest student in the whole class who Kyomu had never even heard whisper above small murmurs. His purple eyes had widened when he saw the teen with the stone-textured skin step forwards, and even a majority of the class behind him had various looks of surprise and concern on their faces.

"Shinka... Kyomu... please, you must stop." It was the loudest and most consistent he'd ever heard his classmate speak. His voice was high and soft, which contrasted greatly with his outward appearance. Above all that, though, was the look on Koda's face. That look of absolute sadness set in his face, and the tears streaming profusely from his eyes.

Pitiful.

"You're our friend," he said. "You've... you've made terrible, terrible mistakes. There's no getting around that. But you're a good person, too. I know that. You-"

A silver portal appearing in front of him cut Koda off. A fist made from silver material rocketing out from the portal, punching Koda square in the chest, and sending him flying into the destroyed school behind the rest of the students caused all of them to immediately turn on Kyomu and rush towards him with all their various powers activating or coming to their side.

"No time." Kyomu swiped his right hand in front of him, and a great, silver wall instantly appeared between him and them with each end spanning the entirety of the school grounds. "I need to go. I don't have time to fight all of you..."

There was a great yell above him, and a body propelled itself over the top of the wall with an explosion. There was a second explosion right behind the blonde body, and Bakugo, yelling at the top of his lungs, came spiraling right towards Kyomu with a jet of explosions firing out from his palms. Right before he'd touched down on the ground, Kyomu's body glowed silver and he'd maneuvered right behind him in a single, fluid motion. The ground where Bakugo touched down exploded, but right before he was able to look up to see where Kyomu had disappeared to, the silver-haired teen hit him on the back of the head. The force was sufficient enough to send him flying a few meters, and his body quickly grew still when he came to a halt.

Others were quickly finding ways to get past the wall Kyomu had made. Todoroki was skating on a bridge of ice that extended over the wall. Ojiro had used his tail as a spring to leap over. Sero used his tape to swing himself using Todoroki's ice as an anchor. Anybody who could get over the wall did get over the wall.

But by the time they touched the ground on the other side it was too late. Kyomu was nowhere to be seen.

"Where?"

"Where where where where?"

He'd ran away after he'd knocked out Bakugo. He'd just ran, and considering his speed, not even Iida would have been able to keep up even if they saw which direction he'd went. It mattered none to him. All that mattered was that he was away, and that he was free to pursue All For One.

But there were two problems. One was that somebody- and really, considering the number of people in that school, it could have been anybody- had called the police and heroes. He seldom ran into police, as he imagined his current status classified him as a villain, but there were plenty of heroes. Heroes with costumes of all shapes and colors and with all sorts of Quirks coming to try and arrest the villain rampaging through the streets.

They weren't a an issue.

The second problem, on the other hand, was that he didn't know where the damn armored car was. He didn't know the streets well enough to make a rational guess. He didn't even know how close how All For One was to Tartarus, or even if he'd arrived there yet.

This was a major issue.

At the very least, he knew where the actual prison was thanks to an article he'd skimmed over in his free time. So he'd go to the bridge leading to the prison and work the streets backwards from there. It was his best chance to find the car and put an end to this.

THUD!

"The prison's that way, right...?" Kyomu mumbled to himself as the large, building-sized body of a costumed woman fell down and cracked the streets in front of him. "Yes, it's... yeah. That way. The prison. All For One."

He heard a sound, and moved his head to the side as a rope-like piece of wood shot past him. Without missing a beat, he'd slid to a nearby car, dug his fingers into one of the car's doors, and had ripped it right off of the car only to throw it right behind him like a throwing disk. The car door whistled through the air and impacted the stomach of a wood-clad hero who had been in the air above him, hanging off branched growing out of his body. The air left his body when the door hit him, and his unconscious body fell to the street in the same way the large hero's body who was shrinking behind Kyomu had.

There were dozens more unconscious heroes behind the wood-clad hero that Kyomu had dealt with prior.

"Kamui, the giant lady... pretty sure Edgeshot was one of the ones back there, too..." Kyomu mumbled to himself. He stopped himself when he felt a heat source began to grow near him, and lurched into a silver portal that opened next to him just as a fireball passed by his location. He emerged from a second silver portal a few meters away, and immediately his head turned to where the fireball had originated from. "Endeavor too, huh? Man. They really don't like me."

The fiery hero in question was a good distance away from the rapidly shrinking body of the large hero Kyomu had knocked out prior, with his face set in an unpleasant grimace as fire roared around his body. All Kyomu needed was a single glance at him before several silver lines tore across the hero's body that cut to such a degree that he was floored almost instantly from the attack, and soon became motionless.

Kyomu didn't spare him a single glance before disappearing at inhuman speeds as he continued his search.

His body was getting heavy, and breathing was starting to become a struggle. On top of that, the edges of his vision was beginning to go black. And he could barely feel anything anymore his exhaustion was so great.

Frankly, it was taking almost everything he had to not pass out on the spot. But he couldn't do something like that. Everything would be over if he went and did something like that.

But the sight of Tartarus in the distance kept him going. Japan's most secure prison complex just off the shore of the city with the only thing connecting it to land being a bridge. Said bridge was currently closed down, but that didn't matter much to Kyomu, who was standing at the end of the bridge. He didn't need to get into the actual prison. He just needed to intercept what was going to the prison.

And how fortunate that, down the road and past all the buildings, he could see a small convoy coming towards him. An armored police carrier with one police car in front and another right behind it. He hadn't even needed to seek it out- all he had to do was wait for the car. More of a happy accident, really, as he currently wasn't mentally fit enough to realize sitting here and waiting was the best strategy for finding the car, but at the moment he couldn't care less. He'd found it.

It would finally be over soon.

The first thing to go was the police car in front of the armored carrier. Kyomu had jumped out of a silver portal next to the convoy a hundred meters out from the bridge and had swiped his hand, which caused a silver line to appear and bisect the entire car in half. Less than a second later a silver portal opened above the armored carrier, and a solid hand made of silver material reached through and grabbed the large car, halting it in place. Four silver lances materialized next to the four wheels and thrust themselves in, demolition the vehicles motor abilities, and two silver swords materialized over the car's engine and dropped right through for good measure.

The third car was merely dispatched when the silver hand let go of the armored car, grabbed the car in the back, and threw it into the nearest building.

Any cops that weren't immediately knocked out from Kyomu's assault had left their destroyed vehicles and had drawn their respective weapons while shouting at Kyomu to drop to the ground. All Kyomu had to do was merely look at them, and silver lines cut across their bodies and caused them all to drop. No sooner had they and their weapons clattered to the ground did Kyomu walk towards the back of the armored car, where he saw the two large doors in its rear separating him from whatever was within. They were torn away by the silver hand above the car, which disappeared right after.

He saw him before the daylight had even flooded into the interior of the armored car. Sitting all the way in the back, bolted to the wall with heavy restraints with life support equipment all around and attached to him. Still missing the right arm Kyomu had torn off and still wearing the suit that was little more than tatters now.

"The bastard's still smiling."

Even after everything, All For One was still wearing a giant grin on his scarred, featureless face. That one, single fact had sent so much rage through the teen's exhausted body it had actually stunned him and made him pause for a single second. And that single second proved to be one too many as a shadow flew over him and a familiar voice boomed a set of words that caused pangs of worry to shoot through him.

"CAROLINA... SMASH!"

Kyomu had just enough time to erect a silver shield across his body the second the sound hit his ears before a colossal force impacted him and sent him skidding a full ten meters backwards through the street. Two silver hands materialized above each of his shoulders and slammed into the ground, the fingers digging through the concrete and causing Kyomu to come to a halt. When he stopped, all the silver around him dissipated and he lifted up his purple eyes to confirm what he was thinking.

And, upon looking up, he was proven to be right. Standing right in front of the opened armored car with his red, white, and blue outfit was All Might himself in his muscled form. Hands clenched and at his sides, blonde hair with the two antenna-like bangs flowing in the wind, and a face that was set in stone and completely serious with his blue eyes barely visible beneath his scowl.

He'd seen All Might, the teacher, at his lowest, but he'd never seen All Might, the number one hero, look so morose before in all his life. In fact, he'd never seen the number one hero not smiling.

"Get the hell outta my way you goddamn westaboo." He didn't have the patience. Even more than that, he didn't have the time. "That thing strapped to the walls behind you. It's dying. Not even you can stop that."

"That remains to be seen, young Shinka," All Might boomed at him. "Your little rampage has gone on long enough. Just how many policemen and heroes do you think you've wounded today? Just how many more crimes are you willing to commit all so you can get your petty vengeance?"

"It's not like I killed anybody," Kyomu countered. "I made sure to avoid vital arteries and tendons when I used my power to cut everybody down. I only assaulted anybody that slowed me down. If anything, you should be thanking me for being so merciful."

That statement resulted in a saddened sigh from All Might. "Merciful. Merciful is what you call it." His broadened shoulders slumped. "Murdering villains and a hero is merciful? Mentally scarring your entire class through your treacherous actions is merciful? No, young Shinka. Those actions aren't merciful. Those are the actions of a villain. And as a hero, I must bring you down, villain."

Glowering at All Might, Kyomu scoffed. "You call yourself a hero, and yet the so-called-hero is defending the world's worst monster who's lying helpless behind you. You'd let that thing live just because 'it's the right thing to do' even after everything it's taken."

"Murder isn't the answer, young Shinka," All Might argued.

"You weren't thinking that when you punched its face off." When the hero didn't respond, Kyomu continued. "Villains aren't human, so they should die. That is what I decided years ago. All For One proved that I was right. Why can't anybody see that I'm right?"

All Might shook his head, and his expressions softened just slightly. "No, Shinka, you're... that's wrong." He grimaced, looked down at his feet, sighed, and looked back up. "The world isn't so black and white that you can make irrational generalizations like that. You know that. Any sane person would know that."

"No. You made it black and white, All Might. You and everybody else." He paused. "No, it's even worse than that. You made the world such a confusing mess of gray that you can't even tell black and white apart anymore. You all made the world monochrome." Kyomu took a single step forwards. The street crumbled under his foot when he stomped down, and his purple eyes began to glow as he slowly approached All Might. "I hate you," he said, voice completely even and sincere. "I hate All For One. I hate the heroes and their society for the injustice they impart. I hate villains for hurting people. I hate everything." The last word came out in a growl, and as he said it tendrils of silver energy began to leak out from his back. "My black and white ideals are the only ideals that make sense in this monochrome world you, the heroes, and the villains created. Everything else is nonsense. It's made up justice-babble people with political powers and laws made, reinforced by police with weapons and heroes with Quirks. All For One circumvented it all because he was strong enough that he could make his own rules. So I'm doing the same thing. Because it works. Because my ideals don't get big brothers locked in prison and turn little brothers into serial murderers."

"Kyomu..." It was the saddest Kyomu had ever heard All Might sound. Even though his voice was deepened and louder due to the form he'd taken, that single word had still come out stifled and pitiful. "You would truly follow the philosophy of a villain that you blame for murdering your entire family? For destroying the orphanage and everyone in it that took you in?"

"I'm not a monster," Kyomu countered. "I'm not gonna hurt, exploit, and experiment on innocent people. I'm just gonna save people by murdering a villain. Because even if the laws says I'm wrong, I'm right. Because I'm stronger than the law. The fact nobody managed to stop me proves it. Our ideals are just similar. That's all."

The teen stopped two meters away from All Might, eyes growing brightly, silver energy leaking out of him, and silver arcs of electricity sparking all around him. Face crooked in anger and eyes sunken in with exhaustion as he stared up at the hero opposing him.

All Might, for his part, looked about as exhausted as Kyomu felt despite the fact he wasn't damaged at all. But if the single tear rolling down All Might's face was any indication, he was as mentally fatigued as Kyomu was both in body and mind.

And then Kyomu coughed, and with his enhanced vision he saw specks of blood fly out of his mouth and hit the ground in front of him. All Might had seen the blood, too, as his eyes had tracked their path before going back to Kyomu, who looked at the spattered ground impassively.

"Young Shinka. Even with this newfound power, you cannot beat me," All Might claimed in an honest, sad tone. "You're exhausted. Your fight with that villain, Recovery Girl's healing, cutting through the city and all those heroes, the toll all this power is taking on your body... any other number of factors I don't even know. If you don't stop, you'll-"

"Die?" Kyomu finished. "I know. I knew that when I left the school. I will die here, All Might." The hero's expression turned shock, and the power roiling around Kyomu subsided as he raised his right hand and stared at it as silver power flowed around it. "My enhanced body is the only reason I got so far and made it to this point, but even it can't handle all this stress. I've likely already suffered permanent damage for pushing myself beyond my limit. I can't even feel pain anymore. I'm just tired." He lowered his hand and looked back at All Might. "Living is pointless anyways. I have no future anymore. So as my last act, I've decided to prove my black and white ideals are superior to everybody else's monochromatic ideals. The government's. The heroes'. The villains'. You're all wrong, and I'm the only right one. I've already defeated the League of Villains. I've already cut through Japan's police and its hero forces." He pointed to the armored car behind All Might. "By defeating you and killing All For One, it will prove that I was right since nobody could stop me. Even when I die, everybody will know. I've done too much damage for this to be covered up. Everybody saw. You and all of UA know the truth of my past. It'll be just like Stain. Even after I die, my ideals, my message, will never fade.

"But more than that, I don't have to beat you. I just have to outlast you. You have a time limit, don't you? You told me so yourself. And I'm living on borrowed time. We both have time limits now, All Might. So come on. One last fight."

After Kyomu finished talking, the two males began so slowly circle one another. The silver power once again began to coalesce around Kyomu, while All Might flexed his muscles and kept his sunken eyes locked onto Kyomu.

And then, without any fanfare, All Might cocked his fist back.

"Detroit...!"

But in a flash of silver, Kyomu appeared right behind him and had rammed a fist coated in silver energy right into All Might's face. Face distended from the fist, All Might's blue eyes turned backwards and only caught a glimpse of Kyomu right before his body flew away from the momentum.

Loud crashing noises were heard as All Might's body crashed through three whole buildings before stopping at a forth. Kyomu had hopped out from a silver portal and stood at the edge of the third building's roof while looking down at the forth, after which a brightly-colored figure shot up in the air towards Kyomu.

He made a move to step backwards, but a pained shock raced through his systems and he felt his muscles seize up. That moment was all the time All Might needed to fly past Kyomu and grab him as they both rocketed into the sky from the momentum of All Might's jump.

"You're wrong, Shinka!" All Might yelled at him as he held the teen in his grip. "Might makes right, is that it!? Is that really the dying message you want to give everybody!? The world doesn't operate on that principle! We heroes protect a society that goes against that very premise!"

"You're protecting a broken system!" Kyomu yelled back as his silver-coated hands began to pry All Might's fingers away. "I wouldn't be winning if it worked! My brother wouldn't be dead if it worked! That thing down there wouldn't exist if it worked!"

He finally pried his fingers away and kicked All Might away, though, due to the momentum, they were both still flying in the same direction. Points of silver light flashed all around Kyomu's sailing body, and from those beams shot streams of silver light directed right at All Might. He'd twisted and turned in the air in an effort to try and avoid the beams, but some had managed to tag him, with one beam going through his left shoulder while a second went through his abdomen.

The hero grit his teeth, and blood flowed out from the gaps between those teeth. He'd attempted to throw punched as Kyomu and have the concussive pressure try and hit him, but his body had instantaneously transported from one position to another with thin trails of silver marking the movements his body made.

Grunting, All Might twisted his body around, and after yelling a hearty "NEW HAMPSHIRE SMASH!" punched out into the sky with both hands. The force of his punch not only cancelled out the momentum making him fly, but had reversed it entirely and sent him flying right into Kyomu. The teen grunted as the two males began flying backwards, both spinning out of control.

Jets of silver energy spouted out from Kyomu's shoulders and stabilized him right as the pair were nearing the buildings below. The jets flared outwards and stopped Kyomu entirely, and then decreased in intensity as he gently landed on a building's roof. All Might, for his part, punched at the air a few more times to manipulate his own momentum and crashed down on the opposite side of the building Kyomu stood on.

"You're wrong about one thing," Kyomu called out to All Might from across the rooftop. "I know the whole 'might makes right' philosophy is wrong. That's the point. By winning using that philosophy and imprinting my ideals, the people will realize your hero society is defunct." He raised his hand in a hapless shrug as more silver points of energy flashed to life around him. "'How did he get so far?' they'll ask. 'Why could the heroes do nothing?' 'Why did he get more results than the heroes?' The fact I managed to accomplish so much combined with everything I lost that your society failed to protect will make the people question everything. They'll wonder why I won when you all lost. Maybe they'll think I'm right. Maybe not. At the very least they'll call for change." The silver points floating around him brightened. "You should be thankful! I'm doing what everybody else failed to do! I'm fixing your damn world!"

Beams fired out from the silver points, but All Might proved to be even faster than them. He dashed from one point on the roof to another that, to normal, human eyes, it would have appeared he was teleporting, and even Kyomu's eyes almost failed to track the hero's movements as he easily dodged the silver beams and closed in on the teen. Frowning, Kyomu splayed his fingers out, and a silver ball of pulsing energy appeared right in All Might's path. The hero's momentum proved to be too great and he dashed right into the center, after which the ball contracted, and then rapidly expanded in a large, electrical explosion. All Might's body was flung backwards only to end up hitting another silver sphere, which contracted and exploded like the first and sent All Might yet into another. The hero was knocked around like a pinball between these spheres a full twenty times before a silver arm appeared over Kyomu's shoulder, snatched All Might from midair, and flung him backwards into the nearest building.

It was right after All Might was out of sight did all the silver energy around Kyomu disappear and he fell down to his knees, gasping out loud with his eyes fluttering open and closed.

"The pain's flashing up again. Everything hurts. My chest... what's wrong with my...?" He held his hand up to the area over his heart, and his exhausted eyes widened when he felt what the problem was. "My heart stopped," he realized. "Too soon. Wasn't supposed to happen yet. I need to keep my blood flowing before I pass out and die."

A low groan left him as his body briefly lit with a pulse of light. The veins all along his body softly glowed as silver energy ran through his entire circulatory system, with the momentum of the flowing power carrying his blood along with it. He felt breath begin to return to his body, and he let out a relieved sigh as he shakily rose back up.

He'd figured that eventually the toll his body was taking would catch up to him eventually, but he didn't think his heart would stop this soon. He tried to get it to move with his power, but all it did was hang limply in his chest. Even worse, he could feel a burning, searing sensation all throughout the inside of his body where his Quirk's power was pushing the blood through his veins.

"The Quirk is moving my blood along, but it's scorching my veins and blood vessels in the process. My insides are too delicate, and I don't have a fine enough control over my new power to mitigate the damage." He saw a cloud of debris appear in the streets below him as All Might freed himself from the building he'd been thrown in, and he could vaguely make out a brightly-colored form flying towards him. "I have minutes at best before my veins start to tear open and I begin to die from internal blood loss. Less if more of my organs fail before that. No time."

"Texas Smash!" All Might yelled as he approached Kyomu's position, thrusting his fist out in front of him and creating a gale force strong enough that, not only did it sweep Kyomu completely off his feet, but blew him off of the building entirely. "Missouri Smash!" he yelled once more, and then punched his right arm out at an awkward angle. The force and angle of this punch caused a swirling storm of wind that swept Kyomu up and spun him around and around in the air, right up until All Might's fist smashed into him and launched him downwards into the streets below.

Kyomu, whose body had been protected by a thin veil of shimmering, silver material, smashed into the streets below, bounced off of the pavement three times, and then slammed down a final time before rolling to a halt. A short distance away All Might touched down and, without even missing a beat, turned to face him.

But there was something different with him. All Might's face was set in a slight grimace, and the muscles in his face seemed tense, as if he was trying to suppress an expression. Furthermore, there were droplets of blood seeping out between the gaps of his clenched teeth. And even more alarming than all of that was the small amount of white steam that was beginning to waft off his body.

"His time limit is either close, or he's past time and forcing himself to maintain that form," Kyomu thought as he slowly climbed to his feet. "His weakness is that he'll eventually reach a point where he won't be able to fight, but I'll die before he reaches that point at this rate. I need to shorten his time somehow... wait, weakness. Wasn't there a spot...?" His purple eyes snapped lower, towards All Might's abdomen. "That wound. I remember he showed me a wound. The spot where All For One tore his organs out," he realized. "That would be as good a weak spot as any."

There was a flash of purple from Kyomu's eyes, and in that instant a silver line appeared and slashed right through All Might's side. He gasped out loud and stumbled just as fabric from his costume fell away along with an unhealthy splash of blood. He held his hand to the wound, and from Kyomu's position he could see the large, purple wound between the hero's fingers as he held a hand to the wound.

"As long as you're in my line of sight, I can make this power appear anywhere like I could with Void," he thought as two silver portals appeared on either side of All Might. "I'm gonna keep hitting your wound until you give out."

The silver arms grabbed each of All Might's arms, and though he was able to shake them off easily, the process of shaking the silvers arms only caused them to briefly disperse before they reformed and grabbed at each of his arms over and over. As this happened, a third silver portal appeared at his side, and a third silver hand clenched in a fist shot out like a piston and directly impacted the swollen, bleeding spot. More blood flowed out from both the wound and All Might's mouth and, right before he could regain his footing, the third hand snapped backwards before shooting forwards once again and directly impacted the wound.

"Sh... Shinka..." All Might had fallen to his knees after that last hit to his weak spot. The steam that was continually wafting from his body increased to an amount that half of his body was practically obscured by the fog, and Kyomu could see his body begin to visibly shrink. The third silver arm had disappeared while the first two maintained their grips on his rapidly-thinning arms while the features on his face began to grow more sharp and gaunt as he looked upwards at Kyomu who was shambling towards him. "You... you cannot..."

"Yes I can. I just did," Kyomu rasped as he came to a halt right in front of All Might. Without any further words he shot his right hand, the fingers of which were covered and sharpened with silver material, and dug it into the bleeding wound on the hero's side. He gasped out in pain, but otherwise managed to maintain eye contact with Kyomu as he stared down the number one hero. "Hey, All Might. Do me one last favor," the teen asked. "Tell Sen I'm... sorry it turned out this way. Between us. I was in such a hurry back at UA we didn't get a chance to talk." He tore his hand out from All Might's wound, and the hero doubled over on the ground as the hand holding him disappeared. "That's all I wanted to say," Kyomu finished. "Tell him, wouldja? I won't be able to."

All Might had opened his mouth to try and say something, but before any words had left his mouth Kyomu had kicked him in the face. His body fell backwards and lied sprawled on the ground, but he kept moving. Even as Kyomu turned his back to him and began walking away, All Might slowly began to sit up and grit his teeth as more steam pumped out of his body and he began to bulk up slightly.

His second wind was short-lived when Kyomu looked back, and a portal appeared above his head only for a silver fist to rain down from it and slam into the top of All Might's head. Kyomu, not even bothering to check the hero's condition after the hit, turned to a silver portal that had opened in front of him and jumped right through.

It had taken him a bit of time to relocate the armored car, as his fight with All Might had tossed him further than he had thought, but fortunately Kyomu had found the car with just enough time to spare.

So, naturally, he'd entered through the hole he'd made by tearing the doors off the armored car and stumbled towards the back. All For One was still grinning the same grin he'd had on since Kyomu had ripped the doors off of the armored car, and though he no longer had eyes, his head was positioned in a way that made it appear that he was staring right at Kyomu.

And then there was Kyomu himself, who stood right in front of him. Wearing nothing but dark, torn pants. Body bruised and battered, and the veins covering his body burnt to a point that they were little more than black lines branching across his entire pale body. His face was completely disheveled, with his eyes wide in an effort to fight off the exhaustion plaguing his body as he breathed heavily with a constant stream of blood leaving his mouth.

"Shinka Kyomu," All For One greeted, voice completely jovial and nonchalant despite the situation. "You look awful, my boy."

"You're one to talk," Kyomu droned. "I don't have anything to say to you."

Silver energy ran along his right hand, and immediately he reached out and grasped All For One's remaining arm that was strapped down. The wrist and hand he held onto retained its color, but above the wrist silver material slowly began to spread up the arm. All For One's reaction was a simple hum,

"I heard what you said to All Might," he mentioned as the silver energy reached his shoulder after coating his entire arm above the wrist. "You would truly martyr yourself after everything? Just for an ideal?"

"I don't have a better alternative to get what I want," Kyomu said. "And my heart stopped a while ago. I'm dead anyways."

"Yes, I can see. How unfortunate for you." He certainly didn't sound remorseful, as his voice still sounded playful and his grin was still wide. Kyomu ignored this in favor of continuing to spread his silver power across the man's body. "I suppose you're not one to allow me my final words?"

"Nope."

And just like that, aside from his hand and wrist, All For One's entire body was covered in the silver material, with his head being the last past covered. And even as his face was covered, right before it was obscured, all Kyomu saw of All For One's face was that smile.

But after he was completely covered, the silver substance covering him flashed briefly, and then deformed as the human shape beneath the layer of silver disappeared. The hand Kyomu was gripping pulled away as the silver material dissipated to reveal nothing beneath it, and soon enough it disappeared entirely to reveal an empty seat and hanging straps that were securing nothing. Kyomu, who stared blankly at the spot, looked down at the severed hand he was holding, the last piece of All For One, before he unceremoniously dropped it on the ground.

Afterwards a coughing fit overtook him, and after a wheezing breath escaped him Kyomu fell onto his back.

"I'm done," he thought. His arms were spread to his side, though he couldn't even move them anymore. His breathing was becoming more and more shallow, and his vision began to darken as the purple eyes that stared up at the ceiling began to glaze over. "It's not gonna fix everything. Villains are still out there. Shigaraki and his League, too, but... everybody in my class can handle villains. I can leave Shigaraki to Midoriya. But maybe my actions will make people see. See that everything isn't alright, and that maybe some things can change for the better.

"Isn't that what you wanted, Hikari? Things here to change?" Kyomu's breathing stopped entirely, and his body went still. His consciousness began to fade as his vision left altogether, causing his eyes to reflexively close. "I know we gave up on change, but I didn't want all the effort you went through to be for nothing. I didn't want you dying to be for nothing. But I gave it my best shot. At the very least I killed that thing, so it can't hurt anybody anymore.

"I'm just... really tired, Hikari. Can I please finally go where you went? Will mom and dad be there? I just want to see you all again..."

The memories of his deceased family were the final thoughts Kyomu managed to create before he finally died.