Time sure does fly, it has been what...around six months? Well better late than never and who knows, I may be feeling generous today.

Within Natsu's Inner World…

"Fight back!" His clone shouted at him.

Volcanoes around them erupted and the ground split further. There was no escape from the ever-increasing lava that surrounded them. Yet no matter how much molten rock circled the two, no fear could be seen on either of them, only a fierce determination to put an end to the obstacle in front of the other.

Natsu had been thrown to the ground for the umteenth time and he was growing sick of it. No matter how angry he got, no matter how frustrated he was at the situation of leaving Fairy Tail behind to deal with Acnologia, his clone defeated him with ease. With each over extension, every back step, there was always some kind of retaliation for every error. Any time his copy attacked himself there was a reason for it.

Natsu could sense it. Even after receiving a devastating blow to the head, he could feel his body accumulating experience. Even though he was on the bad end of a back street brawl, there was no pain. Every fist that blew into his side, every foot that launched him into distant rocks. Rolling along the ground after a swipe of the hand and sliding for dozens of feet and he felt nothing. He was getting flashbacks of Erza's teaching from childhood, without the pain. At least when she was teaching him she actually gave him some kind of affirmation for doing something right. His inner self was giving him nothing.

"How about you actually give me something to work with?!" He roared back. All he received in response was a cocky smirk. The rage that was boiling beneath his skin burned stronger. He couldn't ignore the desire to show his inner self what he was actually capable of.

"'Fire Dragon's Destruction Fist!" And he unleashed a compressed and explosive magical attack against his clone. The explosion was met with a blocking forearm and further cracks in the rock around their feet.

"Is that it? I've seen worse in my daydreams! Why not show me how you really feel?" His copy roared back at him. Natsu didn't have anything to say, he was at a loss for words in all honesty. He was losing magic by the second, the exact replica of himself was tearing apart any magical attack thrown his way with ease, making him feel more helpless than he already felt.

The sheer fact that no matter what he threw his clone's direction had no effect whatsoever infuriated him to no end, yet he knew that the copy was holding something back.

"Why don't you ask a real question, instead of something you already know the answer to?" The identical twin of Natsu challenged. The fake stared into Natsu's eyes. There was a spark, a hope that he would come to realize the deeper meaning to this whole lesson.

It seemed that his earlier intelligence was a fleeting moment of clarity as the internal battle continued.

Natsu charged forward with another fist enclosed in flames. He couldn't describe the feeling he felt in his bones with words but he knew that the rage that followed after would fuel his flames. The resulting blow sent the fake Natsu sliding back a few feet, but aside from the impact of the blow, his foe appeared otherwise unharmed.

"I want to know what will happen after I turn into a dragon!" His statement was met with a solid fist to his chest. He flew back several feet and crumpled to the ground as he sought a way to get an edge up on himself. The clone just stood before him, solid and near-expressionless. He had a challenging air about him, daring any to come at him with a hope to defeat him. Natsu had been trying that for the past while and had no success. His mind was working on overtime and while what he could come up with would most likely wind up with him face-first in a pile of rocks, he didn't have much to lose at the moment.

He had a sudden idea, stupid and crazy, but that was the usual for him. There was this ugly feeling that had been building in his chest. He either was choosing to ignore it due to the fight or he outright denied to give in to what his heart was telling him. The more he got out of himself the more he had to accept why he was there. As every second passed Natsu couldn't ignore that he was suffering mental damage.

"How do I become a dragon?"

"Now we're talking!" His inner self halted all forms of attack and stared directly into the eyes of the real Natsu.

"You're missing the final piece."

What was that supposed to mean? He had no clue, but there was a stone in his gut that told him he did know. It just had to be chipped away at to reveal the truth.

"How do I add that piece?" His desperation seeped into the question. Natsu couldn't remember the last time he had felt so desperate.

""You will know once you bask in the glory of Acnologia's downfall." There wasn't an inkling of bravado to the copy's tone, just simply stating a fact. It still didn't exactly help Natsu answer his burning question however.

"I don't want to 'bask' I just want to defeat him!" The desperation in his voice irked him, but he couldn't hide his desire to find the truth.

"Chip away at his defense, make him grow weaker with every blow. Make him bleed and suffer. If you are unable to do this then you are not ready to become a dragon."

"I was never ready! I had to. This was my only option! It was either accept my fate or give up everything! I can't... I just can't let Fairy Tail nor all of those innocent people be wiped out just because you feel like it!" Natsu roared at his clone. While the duplicate may not have been Acnologia himself, the previous adrenaline of the battle and the stakes of such a fight lingered within this moment. The figure before him would serve as a good enough punching bag.

"That is what I like to hear!" His copy shouted back. There was no worry, fear of pain, belief of defeat. Only a solidarity that there was something to come of this fight.

"Show me that anger, show me what you're willing to do. I need to know that you will go to whatever means necessary in order to take down the King. Feeling mercy, any sign of weakness, any lack of absolute certainty that you will be the one standing on top of a corpse. I must see that before you leave this place." Natsu's inner self only further stated these things as if they were common knowledge.

"What makes all that so important?"

"Other Dragon Slayers turning into dragons have decades upon decades to come to terms with the fact that they will become a giant flying reptile. You, on the other hand are in a different situation. You are in the Ravines of Time and now in your own subconsciousness. Time is either flowing around you incredibly quickly or slowly, every second in here could be millennia outside flying by as your body falls further and further." His clone stared deep into Natsu's eyes. There was a glint of something primal reflecting back at him, an urge of something stronger. Did he have those same eyes when he fought?

"Why is this happening to me?" He tried to ask. All he received in turn was a solid fist to the side of his head that sent him careening into the side of a volcano. It took him a moment but Natsu pulled himself from the rubble as more lava bubbled from the man-sized hole.

That wasn't the question his inner self had been wanting apparently.

Above the USJ...

Acnologia staggered back a few feet, interrupting the roar in his throat. He blinked slowly for a moment, collecting his thoughts. Something did not add up. While Natsu had quickly and expertly uppercut the dragon to interrupt the devastating attack, even he thought he was lacking something behind the blow.

"You're missing it. And here I thought you were ready." The Dragon King scoffed in sudden disappointment at the realization. He had been too hasty, too eager for the challenge.

"Not this shit again." Natsu growled out from gritted teeth. His clone spouted that same thing over and over again more times than he ever cared to hear.

"Then why are you here? If you weren't prepared to give it your all, then you are already dead." Suddenly Acnologia appeared in front of Natsu and swiped his clawed hand downward at his face. Instinct alone had the younger dragon tilt his head back mere millimeters to avoid losing an eye.

"No mercy. No morals. No restrictions. No awareness of anything other than the dragon right before your eyes." Acnologia spoke these words as if it were a mantra. Natsu couldn't ignore the dangerous glint in his eye. It unnerved him.

"No mercy huh?" Natsu didn't have to dig deep. This was the 'person' that had wiped out his only family. First his father, then Fairy Tail, and still going a step further with the rest of Ishgar. All those innocent lives. Gone.

"I can do that." He growled fiercely as he lowered himself into a crouch. Flames licked out from the corners of Natsu's mouth as he steadied his breathing.

Within Natsu's Inner World…

"Before you return I must say a few final things." The clone stopped before the kneeling form of Natsu. The beating Natsu had been receiving finally halted. He breathed in deeply, taking in the fact that his copy was now missing an arm and half of the hair on his head had been scorched away.

There was no blood dripping from the missing appendage, only a charred stump. Even in such a state the inner clone showed no sign of experiencing any pain or real worry for himself.

While seeing himself in such a state unnerved him, his inner self made sure to remind him that no matter what the opponent looked like; if they were still a threat and able to fight back, then hold nothing back. Or else you may not be the one walking away.

Natsu grunted from his position in front of himself.

"You are close to realizing your true potential and form. Do not falter in your resolve. Losing yourself to your anger will destroy more than you can even attempt to comprehend." Natsu gulped here. Before whenever his other self spoke he still reflected Natsu's own personality, now he was reminding him of Igneel with his air of seriousness.

"I don't think I'm ready." He replied honestly. No quicker did he have to block a prompt chop heading for his throat. That would have stopped my breathing, he immediately thought. Quicker than he even realized he spun around himself and lit his fingers ablaze and sliced at a downward angle.

Natsu had never felt his flames burn through bone or muscle before. It was a foreign feeling and one he did not want to get used to. His inner self may have lost an arm earlier but that was only due to his own vice-like grip on his fist. The clone just ripped himself backward with enough force to rip the arm off, then cauterizing the stump almost instantly.

Similar to the severed arm, Natsu could feel by extension, the ligaments and tendons along with the bone being broken and severing. Feeling somewhat like stretching a rubber band too far before it snapped or rather pulling on a branch from a tree before snapping free. The analogy of a limb to a tree branch shook Natsu's psyche momentarily before zeroing back in on what he had done.

The copy of himself now lay on the ground, having been bisected from his left shoulder to his right hip. Apparently blood loss was never a worry in the first place as the legless torso had no blood to spill.

"Natsu, the battle will not be an easy one. You must use all your senses, trust your instincts to the fullest. Do not doubt yourself or falter in the slightest or you will lose your life." The clone paused to stare into his real self's eyes in that moment.

"You will have to make difficult decisions that you may not agree with but if you want to save anyone or even yourself you must look at the bigger picture. If Acnologia wins… all will truly be lost."

"So what is that final piece I'm missing? Am I supposed to pull what you did? Just tell me something I can use!" He pleaded suddenly, knowing his time was running out.

Sighing, the body on the ground spoke his final words. "If you have to give up an eye, a leg, an arm, an organ. Whatever you may lose, you have the choice to make the sacrifice for a finishing blow. Do what you must to live and bask in even a small victory."

Natsu understood the ferocity of his inner self more now. The feeling of doing whatever it took to get any kind of upper hand that he could. Even sacrificing his own arm to deliver a devastating blow to the gut. He could survive losing an arm easily enough as long as he could handle the pain.

Something clicked then. "You, you have been showing me. No moment of weakness, no indication of tiring, only a one track mind of tearing the enemy apart." Natsu finally concluded. He blinked widely at the smirk on his downed self before seeing his mouth move, unable to hear his words. His own body was fading away as if he were a ghost and he was gone in only seconds.

Above the USJ…

Natsu breathed out, feeling his inner desire to tear apart his foe. To rip him limb from limb, to make him bleed.

He lunged forward and instantly appeared before the dragon as his arm swept upward, aiming for the hollow of Acnologia's ribs. A vice-like grip caught the hand before impact with his lower torso, both hands shaking at the force behind the blow.

"Now we're talking." A dark chuckle escaped the older dragon that grew in volume by the second. He threw the pink haired dragon back several feet before lowering himself into a crouch of his own.

"One problem you haven't taken into account though. Using so much of your bloodlust like that makes it all too obvious where you're aiming hatchling." The haughty manner in which Acnologia said this made Natsu feel like an amateur in the eyes of the dragon before him. In all honesty he probably was.

Acnologia had lived for centuries. Hell if he was accurate then it may be eons with however long he had spent hunting him through the Ravines of Time. He couldn't be sure but the thought only made him feel even more like a greenhorn.

The words of his inner self pounded through his mind just then. 'Trust your instincts to the fullest.' And a new strategy blossomed into his mind that made him smirk.

Within the USJ…

"Nomu." A gray haired teen spoke calmly. Most of his features were hidden behind a detached hand that covered his face. It wasn't the only one as he sported several more around his body. One on the back of his head, two more wrapping around his throat. One couldn't help but question if those restricted his breathing at all or were just there to be uncomfortable, thus explaining the almost incessant scratching he did to his own neck. More detached hands were grasping onto his pectorals, biceps, forearms, thighs and even his shins.

The teen wore a black V-neck and black jeans under the numerous hands. His gray hair was ratty and unkept, giving an immediate impression of grime and grease.

To his direct left was a shadowy mass. Dark tendrils flowed out of the main body, showing off a more corporeal body than a physical one. There were two yellow slits that had the appearance of eyes as they seemed to glance around the plaza before the pair. Near the center of the black miasma was a simple, floating metallic brace-like ornament, the smoke appearing to be originating from said ornament.

"Understood." The shadow being spoke obediently. From within his writhing body came forth a bulky, black skinned, bipedal being. It stood tall, well above 7 feet tall and was well muscled beyond belief. The being's skin was all black and this was made evident as it only wore a pair of khakis that seemed strained against his leg muscles. The more disturbing aspect of the creature was the face and head. It had an exposed brain with two lidless eyes and small pupils. The mouth was beak-like and filled with long and sharp serrated teeth.

The creature didn't speak, opting to make a more shrill screech that sounded more like broken glass in a blender than a sound a living being could produce.

Overall the three of them together gave off an imposing aura that froze those standing opposite them.

"Mr. Aizawa, what are we supposed to do against that." Another teen spoke up from behind an older man.

Said man stood somewhat lazily as his stringy long black hair fell past his shoulders and covered most of his face down to his eyes. Around his neck were a pair of golden colored metallic goggles and a long gray bandage with a multitude of layers. He had the appearance of a pretty laid back individual with his dark clothing and patchy facial hair but at this moment he couldn't be more serious.

Aizawa assessed the situation as quickly as his mind allowed. The support hero, Thirteen, had been incapacitated by the shadowy being he had learned to be called Kurogiri. His 20 students were spread out amongst the different disaster zones within the Unforeseen Simulation Joint and were being hunted by an even larger number of villains. They had no real experience against opponents that wanted to actively kill them. Some he knew could more than take care of themselves, but this further worried him. He could only hope no one got cocky and went off on their own, instead choosing to group up to defeat as many villains as they could.

An image of both Bakugo and Todoroki popped into his mind unwittingly, the thought of two students that would be fine on their own.

A few students had been fortunate enough to rally near the entrance of the USJ. Others less so and were huddled behind their teacher in the plaza surrounded by a large force of villains, excluding the ones dispatched to kill the dispersed students and the three bosses at the back that appeared to be the ones in charge. The most human looking one had been called Tomura Shigaraki and the bulky black skinned one was referred to as Nomu. Knowing their names did not conjure any information pertaining to either of them, these were new enemies and he could not afford to be careless around them. He had to whittle down their forces before even attempting to go for the top dogs.

Without further delay and before the opposing force could get too confident, or close to his students, Aizawa lept into action. Unleashing his bandages from around his neck in an almost whip-like fashion, and using it to wrap up the villains nearest. Pulling himself toward said bound villain and landing a deadly blow to the man's head, instantly knocking him out before sending him flying at another villain with the bandage.

Knocking the next foe off balance, Aizawa was already on the move toward the next target, activating his ability.

"Ah, seems the name Eraser Head really does suit you quite well." Shigaraki drawled lazily as he eyed the hero. Aizawa's pupils were now a startling bright red as opposed to the usual black. He stared intently at a villain that aimed gun barrel shaped fingers at him but failed to fire any projectiles. This left the villain confused and fearful for a moment before a boot slammed into his temple and sent him careening into the concrete, unconscious.

Aizawa's ability, or Quirk as they were called by the common populace, was the ability to neutralize others Quirks when looking at them. Thus he broke down the enemies quickly with quick glances as he darted through them. Using his lithe body he ducked and dodged out of the way of villains with body altering Quirks, villains with projectile-like Quirks, and quite a few more variations that he would have to deal with later.

Quickly processing their reactions to his sneaking around them he could assess which ones he would need to focus his gaze on while taking down others. It was a simple plan of prioritizing the villains that posed more of a threat at distances first and working his way into the close combat ones. While he himself was adept at fighting up close and personal, he didn't want to put any of his students against one of these villains. None of them had any experience in a situation like this, hopefully one of them had been able to call for help.

Thinking through this Aizawa was decimating the enemy forces. Precisely and effectively dwindling their numbers in just a matter of minutes. His eyes were beginning to burn. The need to blink becoming stronger with every movement he made. He knew he couldn't block some of the foes for much longer. He had to move quickly before any of them recovered.

Eraser Head tried his damndest but he simply couldn't fight the urge to blink his eyes. No sooner when he opened them did he find glowing purple blades within inches of his face, aimed directly at his eyes.

In a split second his knees buckled forward and he used his center of gravity to fall backwards in an unbalanced dodge that left the flying blades to miss by the skin of his teeth. That had been too close for even him. Aizawa knew he was getting overwhelmed. His only weakness of dry eyes began to become more apparent to the enemy swarm.

The instructors eyes were lazer precise, scanning over his class in a fraction of second. One young teen with wild dark green hair and a light sprinkling of freckles on his nose stood out.

"Midoriya! Get everyone to the stairs now! Doesn't matter how you do it, just do it!" His command demanded immediate action and thankfully the student followed suit. It certainly didn't help him much but at the least he could count on them to take care of each other while he cleaned up the fodder. Aizawa might not have shown it on his face but he felt slight relief, no matter what he knew he would make sure those kids escaped this place alive.

Then he froze.

Danger. There was something here. Something he could do nothing to stop. The teacher of class 1-A immediately felt the true scale of being a grain of sand on an endless beach.

'This… this is beyond anything I have ever felt before. Not even All Might himself can make you feel this powerless.' His thoughts were on a one way track of depression and pointless struggling against the inevitable. Never before had he felt the fear of standing before a predator.

It seemed he wasn't the only one to notice the shift in atmosphere either. The conscious opponents were visibly shaking in their boots, sweat pouring down their foreheads while their eyes resembled dinner plates.

Even the misty figure of Kurogiri had trouble keeping a solid enough form in that moment. His gut was telling him to immediately get Shigaraki out of there as quickly as possible. Yet he truly couldn't find the willpower to move even an inch. Glancing over and he found the teen he was instructed to watch over not faring any better than he.

Tomura Shigaraki clenched his fists. This feeling. It reminded him so much of his master. The unshakable feeling of being nothing, that you can do nothing, that you will die.

The wave of killing intent that permeated through the whole of the USJ was blood curdling at the least. At best your heart would have stopped and you would die before meeting whatever being could exude such an aura.

The students that had just made it to the bottom of the massive staircase that led to the exit were no longer running for their lives. Each one of them had stopped and emptied their stomachs on the spot. Leaning on each other for support under the tremendous pressure that threatened to make their bowels want nothing more than to void themselves, or their bladder to do the same. Some did. Falling to the ground in a puddle of their own urine, unable to do anything but tremble and cry.

Villain, hero, it did not matter who you were or what your morals were in that moment. All eyes were wrenched to the ceiling above them, unblinking and unwavering in their gaze at the small cracks at the epicenter of the glass dome.

Above the USJ…

Natsu propelled himself into the air with flames from his feet. Gaining altitude and the upper hand of a higher ground. He then used those same flames to begin a deadly spin as he arched his way toward Acnologia.

"Your attacks are plain as day." The Dragon King sounded more disappointed than before, but Natsu ignored it this time. Just pouring all of his emotion into this one axe kick.

After he gained what he felt like was enough speed Natsu pulled his left leg out of the spin and aimed it directly at Acnologia's right arm. The dragon returned the clear attack with a solid block of his forearm, expecting nothing more than another failed attempt at a stupidly obvious attack.

Natsu's expression never changed from unwavering focus. As his heel made contact with the dragon's forearm he swung his arms in a clockwise motion. His heel rotated and the arch of his foot hooked onto the arm blocking his decent. Flames exploded from the heel and forced Acnologia's arm downward, giving Natsu a clear vision of his opponent's face.

Shock met Natsu's onyx black eyes and he swung a fist at the Dragon King's face. Flesh met flesh. He flung his body backwards, uncaring of the actual damage he inflicted, only knowing he had to keep it up and do better. His strategy had worked that time. Sure it was the first time. That left room for improvement, but it had worked.

Using this he could land hits against this monster. Knowing his magic could actually damage the beast gave him hope. If he could just keep on delivering whatever attacks he could get through his defense then he would eventually weaken. The word 'eventually' made this whole plan seem more like a long shot than he cared to admit, but he was at least confident in how much he had trained his magic container over the past year. More control, more capacity, more output. Well most of that was thrown out the window. The transition into a dragon could already be felt on his body and his magic.

The previous scale of his power was like comparing a fly to a hawk. He really couldn't accurately put into words how to handle such a big jump in power so suddenly. But while he knew it was there, there was something blocking him. He knew it had to be that 'it' that his inner self and Acnologia had talked about but he still hadn't connected the dots on that one yet.

Acnologia raised his hand to his cheek. His brow furrowed ever so slightly. He flexed his fingers experimentally. Every muscle, tendon, bone and ligament were all in perfect order. No significant damage had been dealt. Yet the fact remained that the hatchling had managed to land a solid hit on him. He didn't like that.

After Irene had fallen to her own daughter there wasn't much stopping him from achieving his goal of being the last dragon. With the arrival of a new dragon, well this changed things a bit. Before it was a simple matter of annihilating Dragon Slayers, but a dragon was a different matter. This required complete concentration, otherwise it would mean sudden death. His chances may have become less than he had bargained for but his advantage was still more than substantial.

This only left him to wonder, 'how had the hatchling done that?' The dragon smirked at the challenge, just maybe this child would figure it out.

"Let's see what you can really do!" The King challenged.

"You think that just because you have evolved, that you stand a chance against the King? I may start to feel pity for such a hopeful foe." Acnologia began to chuckle but he couldn't ignore the throbbing in his arm. Unlike with the red head, the Demon Slayer and that Gildarts fellow, these blows were backed with a magic that was specifically meant to harm him. He could not simply shrug off these kinds of attacks. While before it was possible from the power of a mere Dragon Slayer, now he challenged the son of the Fire Dragon King. The battle that ensued would flip the world upside down.

The winner would determine the fate of their world.

Natsu's punches landed with more solidity than he thought possible. There was more force behind each of his blows than he remembered ever possible. Was this due to his evolution into an actual dragon? But his other self had told him that it wasn't complete. There was something he was missing to complete the transformation. By the standards of the dragon seed awakening within his body they were somewhat met. Yet he still required one final piece.

Natsu didn't know what that final step was. He had an idea, but he didn't particularly like what he imagined it might be.

His inner self had trained him enough to understand the basic fundamentals of what he should expect from this drastic change in power, but seeing it for himself was something else entirely. The force and amount of flames he produced compared to before. As if giving a child a bottle of lighter fluid with an open fire praying for the best. In all honesty he wasn't sure he would be able to handle the sudden change without injuring the people around him. To find out he was in an entirely different time with no information about what happened to his guild, to his family. It irked him to no end.

There was a newfound resolve behind each fist he threw at the dragon in front of him.

Natsu would never consider himself as heartless. In this moment, he chose not to care for the innocent lives around him. There was a massive city, as far as the eye could see and he simply focused on the opponent before him. Seeing the lives around him, thinking about the implications of his actions, would not help him. He had to listen to the little advice he had received.

"You think I care that you're the Dragon King?" Natsu shouted back, uncaring of the ground which they stood upon. The spiderwebs of cracks in glass were beyond innumerous and there was no stopping the eventual fall between the two titans battling. A sheet of glass was less than child's play to deter either from their attacks.

Before either of them knew it, the glass dome that was their battleground gave way and they were falling through the air.

What they landed upon was far from what either were expecting. A greenhouse? Some kind of meditation space? No, they landed in the middle of another battlefield.

Within the USJ…

All Might decided to make his entrance at this moment. Every being within the USJ was trembling in their own fear of what was atop the glass dome, yet the blonde hero chose to arrive at the same time.

"You cheated!". Shigaraki boldly claimed. He currently stood facing against a broad shouldered muscular fellow with his blonde hair shaped like a "V" with how his bangs stood upright. Said man wore suit pants with a buttoned up shirt tucked in, no sign of a smile on his face. This man was known as All Might, the #1 Hero, yet he couldn't muster the strength to ignore the danger he felt from above.

His very soul quaked at the feeling he felt from overhead. An undeniable notion that there were beings that stood atop the food chain, that he was just a lamb to the cosmic slaughter.

The cracks at the epicenter of the dome gave way then. Two bodies were falling quickly to the ground and landed between the blonde haired man and Shigaraki.

Neither of the two really acknowledged the surrounding audience.

Any detail was lost to Natsu and Acnologia as they stared at the other. Acnologia had the gray haired man to his back, while Natsu had the blonde haired man to his own.

Everyone around stood in shocked silence, unsure of the new threat that had appeared before them.

A new atmosphere settled amongst all that were present as the two new members of the battle appeared. While the side they had appeared on were happenstance, the meaning behind it was more settling than most would admit.

A certain green haired teen, known as Izuku Midoriya would admit that he felt somewhat relieved that the pink haired man fell on their side. There was no explaining it other than the feeling in his gut that this man was there to help them. His feeling was reaffirmed by the words shared between the two.

"Our battle does not concern these people, let's move somewhere else." It almost sounded like he was pleading for this.

"You think I care for the casualties?" The being in a dark cloak spoke quickly and with haste. He wanted to fight now. Midoriya couldn't help his own gulp of saliva in that moment.

"Everyone! Head to the exit immediately!" All Might didn't try to mince his words, he could sense the danger emanating from the two before him. And he was afraid. He didn't have his limited time limit at his disposal, he only had a few minutes at best. The students of class A moved quickly, even Midoriya couldn't deny the fact that he was terrified beyond belief. The pink and blue haired men were infernos compared to Shigaraki. That fact alone forced his legs to move before his mind caught up to him.

`I have to help in any way that I can!` And Izuku was in front of the blue haired foe in a split second.

Acnologia glanced down and swatted him away before Izuku could deliver his Smash attack. Izuku's legs were already broken from the explosion of his burst to head in his direction, now he was immobile and unable to do anything. All Might lunged forward in an attempt to assist in any way he could but there was no point.

"You will take no more lives!" Natsu launched himself at Acnologia and delivered an uppercut to the King's jaw before he could wipe away the teenager's life. Acnologia flew backwards and out of sight.

A teen with hair split between white and red stepped forward to offer assistance in any way he could. While he knew that he couldn't interfere in the battle before him, there was a nagging feeling in his gut that the pink haired man was on their side.

And without further adieu he lit his right half ablaze to cover the field in flames. There was no telling as of why he did this, it just felt right in that moment. No sooner had the ground begun to burn did the flames begin to be sucked into a vortex in the direction of the pink haired man.

"Thank you, I needed a little more power." Natsu breathed after a solid burp. All the fire within his vicinity had been completely swallowed and added to his magic supply.

"Oh, I'm Natsu Dragneel. That guy is Acnologia, the Dragon King." Natsu felt the need to introduce himself in front of an unsuspecting witness, unaware of the war between the two. Call it his naïveté but he assumed it was proper since one of them gave him more magic to use. Before he could continue Acnoglia rushed forth to intercept the other.

Their fists clashed and the ground around them exploded in rings of devastation. The epicenter digging deep into the ground with wide fissures carving catastrophic damage into the surrounding area.

The wave of energy and air from the two sent the students and villains back more than a few feet, shielding their eyes from the damage. There was nothing they could do to get close. The absolute devastation caused from the initial clash was more than thought possible. All who watched, only hoped that whoever won would be on their side.

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Published 13 April 2021