I don't own One Punch Man, nor do I own My Hero Academia. Each Franchise i owned by their respective owner..
ENJOY!
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"Shall we make our move, Orochi-sama?" A one-eyed creature with curvature features asked, settling on a floating seat just right above the massive creature resting on a throne behind it, "The Hero Commission are in shambles, their foundation lost, their conviction crumbling."
"...Begin..."
"Very well." The chubby creature enveloped itself in a stream of energy, floating down to the group of monsters standing before it, "I have a task that only you all can complete."
...
...
"For today's task, you're all going to be doing..." Aizawa set the suspension, his eyes never leaving his students. They waited in anticipation, but Aizawa couldn't help but delay the answer a little bit.
"...nothing."
"What?"
"So, it's a free period?"
"Boring. Why would we get free period?"
"Teach's probably busy."
"You all got it wrong." Aizawa interjected, "What I meant was, you'd all be doing nothing...in this school."
"Uh..."
"We're going to a rescue operation facility, I'm sure you've heard of it once."
"Sir, I believe that the facility you were talking about is the USJ?" Iida asked, his eyes widening in excitement.
"You got that right. Handful of students went there once, most failed miserably on their first try. They focus on their fighting prowess, and being a hero is not all about their capacity to fight, but the safety of the people should take the priority as well." Aizawa explained, "Now, before we wrap this up, you haven't made a decision yet on your class rep."
"Oh! I know!" Uraraka beamed, as she pointed at Izuku, "Why don't we choose Midoriya?"
"Me?"
"Hah!" Bakugo chimed in, "It's not like the nerd's any good when it comes to being a leader!"
"Thanks for the confidence boost, Kacchan." Izuku sighed.
"It's not like you can do it either!" A red haired boy came to Midoriya's defense.
"The fuck did you say to me?!"
"If you're done with the needless bickering, I'd like for this to end soon." Aizawa yawned, "Tired already. Don't want ending up having an even more drier eyes than I already do."
"Should we do a vote?" Iida suggested.
"But everyone's just going to vote for themselves.." A girl with ponytail hair said, "Plus, we haven't even built a trust with each other yet. That kind of fortitude only appears when we know each other long enough for it to form."
"Doesn't matter, just do the vote, this is taking too fucking long!" When Bakugo said that, all eyes landed on him. For a split second, the blond was sure as hell that they were planning something.
Then, in unison, they agreed, "Yeah, let's do the vote!"
"Is this not a trouble, Aizawa-Sensei?" Iida asked.
"Don't know, don't care, just settle yourselves with a viable class representative soon." Aizawa replied flatly.
"Okay, let's do a vote! Everyone, please write on a piece of paper so I can gather it at the teacher's desk!"
Midoriya couldn't be bothered to hide his sly smile. He knew what everyone was planning.
When the voting session ends, Iida announced it in front of the entire class...
"Unreal. Impossible. Inexplicable. Preposterous." Iida uttered the words in horror.
"What? Spill it, four-eyes, who's the class rep?" Bakugo demanded with a low growl.
"..." Iida reluctantly flipped the paper page, "I counted the amount of votes, almost all of them went into a single person."
The name written there was...
'Katsuki Bakugo'.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Bakugo slammed his hand on his desk, "I knew it! You were all planning something, and it slipped right under my fucking nose!!"
"Kacchan, shouldn't you be escatic about this?" Izuku flashed a mischievous smile, "You get to step everyone under your boot and treat them as a catalyst to your uprising."
"I DON'T WANT TO LOOK AFTER A BUNCH OF EXTRAS, THOUGH?!"
"Bakugo," Aizawa said, "If they choose you, they choose you. No need to yap about it."
"But-"
"Am I understood?" Aizawa interrupted again, his voice seeping with poison.
"...Tch, fine, whatever. Class rep or some shit." Bakugou conceded, "Who's the second most voted person anyway?"
"Midoriya Izuku."
"Amazing. Fucking nerd's going to be on my neck everyday." Bakugou lamented, "I hope you idiots are happy."
"I'm just in a state of disbelief," Iida's next words cut through Bakugou's pride like a sharp razor, "how an abrasive delinquent such as yourself managed to get such an attraction. I don't see any potential adequate leadership skills in you at first glance."
"Problem?" Bakugou's lips curled up, fire sparkling in his palm.
"Cut it off, you both. Dry eye, remember?" Aizawa sighed, "Now, for the class rep and vice class rep, come to the front and state your vision, mission, life-changing advises, yadda yadda, then be done with it."
Both Bakugou and Izuku walked straight to the front.
Bakugou didn't speak.
"Kacchan?"
"You speak, Deku."
"But you're the class rep."
"So? I'm not good at words. You do it, goddamn nerd."
"Are you going to let a quirkless Deku outclass you in public speaking?" Izuku retorted with a sly smile.
Bakugou paused for a while, about to come up with a snarky remark, only, the words stopped midway.
He growled, returning his attention back to the class, "You guys, just listen, a word of advise from the class rep, just...fight dirty, or some shit."
"...what?" The purple-haired midget at the corner questioned.
"I mean, bad guys should be...killed." Bakugo bluntly stated.
"Bakugo." A voice came from behind. Bakugo turned back, only to see a pair of red eyes glaring right back at him, "Don't turn this whole situation into a jest."
Bakugo gulped, before continuing, "I mean, shit, I mean, I guess when it comes to being a hero, there comes a time where you have to fight dirty, where the villain you're facing is an absolute fucking irredeemable jerk, well, just advising...when that time comes, don't hesitate to kill."
Aizawa's glinted eyes dissipated, as he settled his back, "Not bad." He remarked, "Bakugo's right. The law may coerce us into adapting the no-killing rule, but there comes the time where sparing a life means putting an innocent's life at stake. Heroes don't only do things that are pleasant, but ugly things as well, occasionally, at least."
Aizawa stood up, "As awkward as that opening statement may be, you should keep it in mind."
Then, when he finished, the bell rung.
Aizawa spoke again, "Class dismissed. But when the bell rings again, come to the frontyard of the school. The bus is waiting. Oh, and for those who requested the support department for your respective hero costumes," Aizawa pointed at the locker at the left corner of the room, "It's already stashed inside there with your name tags written on them."
The students nodded in unison.
Aizawa then looked at his watch, and wondered...
WHERE THE FUCK IS YAGI TOSHINORI?
...
"You're holding up the line." Yagi deadpanned, holding a pair of bags.
"I keep telling him, I KEEP TELLING EVERYONE! The day of doom is nigh, the earth is in trouble! We must-"
"Sir, you've been holding up the line for an hour. Please abstain from your discontentful behaviour before we call the police."
"Why haven't you been calling the goddamn police, though?" Yagi asked quietly. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with people these days?
He looked at the watch. 09:00 AM. Screw it, he doesn't care if he's late. Besides, he's only late once.
"OIIII, JUST CALL THE FUCKING POLICE!"
"YEAH WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?"
"HE'S HOLDING UP THE LINE!"
"I HAVE AN APPOINTMENT TO MAKE SOON!"
The barrages of yelling and screaming was so intense, Yagi had to cover his ears, "Goddamn it, be quiet!" He yelled back, only for his words to fall on deaf ears.
Dammit. He should just head straight to the school and-
"You lot are stubborn! Stubborn! Maybe it's because how God has wired you that way, that's why you're all so hard in the head!" The man suddenly cut to the chase, accusingly pointing at everyone, "Maybe if I show you all what will transpire, you all will believe me!"
Okay, this is getting out of hand now.
The man's eyes began to lit up, "Let me show you what will happen in the future, so you'll realise how dire this situation is."
Yagi was about to approach the man so he can stop anything bad from happening, but he was a little too late.
Suddenly, his mind went into a blank state, fogginess covering it like a blanket.
...
Yagi's eyes jolted up, waking up from that sudden blankness that clouded his mind earlier. It felt foggy, like he wasn't aware that time has passed.
He scanned the environment around him, and found fire blazing everywhere, melting and scorching the buildings.
Smoke encapsulated the atmosphere above him, obscuring the view of the luminescent sun, it's vibrant light barely passing the obstacle.
What's even going on-?
Suddenly, a fist made it's impact across Yagi's face, and for the first time in history..
He bleed.
Wait..
I bled?!
Yagi's body was propelled through multiple walls, the friction broke the sound barrier.
When he collided against the last building, blood spluttered from his lips, smearing the ground in front of him.
A figure emerged out of the sky, subsequently slamming it's feet into the ground, barely a feet away from where Yagi was standing. The figure was covered in darkness, two horns protruding out of it's head.
"Earth dweller..."
Who...?
"What the hell are you?" Yagi demanded, wiping the smearing blood from his lips, "Some kinda labrat?"
"What are we? That's a little insulting, don't you think?" The creature replied, "I am a servant of God, here to bring about judgement to the entire human race."
Bring about judgement...?
"Seventy percent of your kind has been wiped out as we speak."
"Seventy percent?!" Yagi internally panicked. What about Izuku?
"Don't take it too personally, mortal. What we do here is not of our own accordance." Then, a few other creatures emerged out of the ground, with the same feature as the first one, "However, we have yet to come across a human that can withstand our single punch, until you came along."
"Same here." Yagi clenched his fists, "It's been so long since anyone made me bleed."
"Is that so?"
"Maybe you'd be a worthy opponent, after all." Yagi said.
"...WE ARE SECOND TO NONE!" The creature took the initiative and swung another fist, to which Yagi responded with swiftly ducking his head to the side, before delivering a quick blow to the creature's ribcage.
In a split second, it's body exploded in a rain of blood.
"HUH?!"
"HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?!"
"A BACKWATER PLANET DWELLER MANAGED TO KILL ONE OF OUR OWN!?"
"You bastard!"
Hearing their shock, Yagi relished in it. This is excitement at it's purest form. It's been so long since he last felt like this.
He leaped from the initial ground, using some of the creature's bodies as a platform for him to jump off of, soaring high in the air with a few elegant spin. He landed on a bridge, as the creatures began to chase after him, out for his blood.
Three of them launched a consecutive strike. Yagi used his arms to shield himself from harm, before doing a 360 degrees spin, sweeping his legs in a circle pattern, causing the creatures to lose balance from their footing and fall.
With a earth shattering roar, Yagi moved forward, hitting another creature square in the face, blowing their head away.
Many creatures followed, gathering to attack Yagi, but he was relentless. He did a back flip, thrusting his foot into some of the creatures. When he recovered, two creatures came from between his side.
He leaped from the ground, doing a split kick.
Then, something caught him off guard.
One creature slid his fist across the ground, forming a gathering of dust floating in the air, obscuring Yagi's sense of sight.
Then...
It hit him.
That same fist that hurt him earlier.
As he was sent tumbling down the streets, something erupted from the clash, as the smokes began to grow in number, covering the sky even more.
It looked as if night had dawned on them.
"It's over."
"Who was he?"
"He managed to put our troops at risk."
"That kind of strength..you don't find that anywhere in the cosmos."
"The abominable fist that turned against God!"
Against their expectations, a silhouette came out of the raging flames, "I'm just a guy... who's a hero for fun...! I never lose!"
Yagi thumped his own chest with his fist, determined to eradicate his adversaries, "AND THIS WORLD IS UNDER MY PROTECTION!"
"Bold words for a race of parasites!" The creatures charged forward, while Yagi prepared himself to strike them all with a single blow.
But when they were about to clash against each other, suddenly...
...
Yagi woke up from the abrupt vibration in his pockets. So all of that wasn't real? Figures...
He squinted his eyes, looking at the unread message and...
Shogun-Mazawa-Something-Something:
10:00 AM:
Look, if you're not taking this seriously, I'm bringing this topic to the principal when the time calls for it.
...oh. He's so late. He scanned the environment around him, only to find out that he's stranded outside, with his...
"Oh goddammit, my grocery bags!" Yagi yelled in panic. But he decided to keep calm. Then again, he wasted all that time shopping for nothing, and his lateness is in vain.
Damn that little lunatic. What did he even drug him with? His quirk? He'd only hoped that he didn't sleepwalk along the way. Now that could cause a lot of trouble for him.
He went back to scrolling through his phone. Maybe something came up. Maybe he missed something important.
Then, what caught his attention..
Is that several of these unread messages were from Izuku, and the fact that he called him multiple times.
Izuku:
09:50 AM:
sensei, where are you? we're almost at the unforeseen joint simulation. They told us you were going to be there.
"...Oh, crap."
Earlier...
"Is this it? The USJ?" Iida said, marvelling at the sight before him. Many zones were laid out in front of them, each depicting various disaster forms, whether it's a flood, ship wreckage, buildings on fire..
It's like a complete package, a training facility for those who seeks to save people with minimalising the chances at failure.
"Sure looks like it." Bakugou replied, his arms crossed, "Doesn't look like much to me."
"Stop being a spoilsport and enjoy the view." A red haired guy from before remarked.
"The fuck is your problem with me, shitty hair?"
"You want me to enlist every single one of them? Or do you want the narrowed down version?" Red hair asked
"The hell do you think?!"
"Okay, I'll mention one: You give everyone incriminating nicknames. I have a name, and it's Kirishima Ejiro."
Before Bakugo can respond, Aizawa cut them short, "Be quiet. The rescue hero that will be training you will be here soon. Don't make a fool out of yourselves."
Both the heroes-in-training nodded, although the other did it with reluctance.
"W- wait," Uraraka stuttered, "Is that...is that The Space Hero: Thirteen?!"
"Indeed, and from the sources I gathered, I heard that the Strongman King would be with us by now, but it seems that something must've hindered him from coming." Iida replied.
"Strongman King..." Izuku uttered the name, "What could be an obstacle to a man in his caliber?"
"Probably because he woke up too late." Bakugo replied, "Loser."
Everyone shifted their eyes towards Bakugo in disdain.
"What? It could be true, though."
When the hero in an astronaut esque suit got close, he began to speak, "Greetings, students of Class 1-A."
Everyone greeted him back with a polite bow, safe for, of course, Bakugo Katsuki.
"Bakugo." Aizawa's simple words seems to get through his thick head that quick, so he simply bowed his head a little with a slight growl.
"I guess that some of you have heard of me, but if you haven't, my name is The Space Hero: Thirteen. I specifically specialise in rescue missions, since my quirk lack the potent for combat purposes. But of course, my quirk could only handle so much, sometimes, people would die. I regret it to this day, but there's no time to look back on your past, but only to improve your resolution."
"Now, I'm sure some of you are excited at the prospect of finally having to train as a pro-hero, but believe me when I say: This industry isn't fun at all. If you don't have the mental capacity to handle it, the loss, the failures, everything, you would break down the second something goes off the rails." Thirteen rubbed the dust off his outfit, as he continued, "Fun shouldn't be something that first comes into your mind when it comes to the pro-hero world. Quirks aren't meant to be flashy, for you to boast about. They're meant to save and maintain the welfare of the people, for the greater good."
Everyone solemnly listened to the teacher's words. Most of them, anyway.
"Now-"
He was interrupted when the power of the USJ facility suddenly went out.
He turned his back along with Aizawa, and when they did, something whirled at the corner of the facility.
A portal of some sorts.
Out of the void, came out six figures of ferocious nature, their smiles piqued terror in every hearts of the students.
"Wait...is that a test or something?" Kirishima asked.
"No." Aizawa pointed at them, "They're real villains. Stay back!" He stood his ground, stretching his hand to his side to prevent any of the students from moving forward, "Call for backup!"
"I can't! The signals are jammed!" Thirteen replied.
"I can find a way to get out of here and warn the the other pro-heroes." Iida suggested.
"Then go!" Aizawa urged.
But before Iida can get away, suddenly, a portal formed from the backside of the students, followed by a ball energy coming out of it, hurling straight towards him like a bullet.
Midoriya took the initiative, and stepped in front of the attack to tank it. The force behind the attack caused every muscles in his body to throb wildly, as blood streamed out of his forehead.
"Midoriya!" Iida yelled in concern, "Are you okay?!"
"B- barely.." Izuku stumbled on his words, "Looks like we need to think of a getaway plan..." He said, before returning his attention back to the villains emerging out of the portal in front of them.
A small creature with a tail-like protrusion extending upwards from it's head moved forward with it's arms crossed, while everyone behind watched it take control of the situation...
"Now let's see..." The small creature squinted it's eyes, observing the pro-heroes carefully, "Wait, didn't the schedule said that the Strongman King would be here?"
The pro-heroes didn't answer.
"Huh. Okay, whatever, so you guys might be wondering why we're here," The creature spoke again, "Well, first, we need to introduce-"
A fiber-like scarf was heading towards him, aimed to wrap itself around the small creature to immobilise it.
But before that can happen...
It duplicated itself into two, rendering the previous clone to be the one who's immobilised instead, "Really? A surprise attack?"
"Don't have time for pleasantries." Aizawa replied.
"A little chat won't kill you, would it? Plus, every villains has their own fair share of introductions. Whatever the purpose is. I still don't get it. The boss even wrote a goddamn presentation for us to memorise. Now what were the words I was going to say again..." The creature trailed off.
"Oh! Okay, okay. So basically, we're the representatives of the Monster Association." It said, "We're here to kill kids, make society crumble, blah blah blah heroes are stupid blah blah blah blah monsters reign supreme."
"Moron, that weren't the exacts words that the boss told you to memorise." A man with shoulder-length hair stepped forward.
"Oh really? I thought she told me to keep it simple and short." It replied, "Fine, you got the gist of it, we kill kids for fu-"
Another scarf came to it, but it swiftly dodged the attack again, "HEY, KNOCK IT OFF!"
Aizawa landed at the floor in front of him, "I told you to stop running your mouth all day. If you want to do this, then go ahead. Just leave my students out of this."
"Gotta say, you're the feisty type, but I'm afraid I can't 'leave your students' out of this. Killing kids was part of the assignment our boss gave us." It then continued, "Also, my name is Black Sperm, if you haven't known."
Aizawa took a step forward, but before he can do so, a large hand wrapped itself around him, squeezing him tightly, as he screamed in agony.
"I'll snap you like a grunt!" The morbidly obese man with grotesque features said with an eerie wide grin.
"Aizawa!" Thirteen rushed forward, stretching his arm to the front, "BLACK HOLE ABS-"
He was interrupted when a ball of energy struck him in the chest, causing half of his outfit to be blown off. The shoulder-length haired man smirked as he let the compressed energy in his hands dissipate.
"THIRTEEEEEN!!" The students screamed in panic.
"That was pathetic." Black Sperm remarked, "They sent a bunch of incompetent buffoons to protect their students. Couldn't even get their job right."
The students took a step back, and for the first time in their life...
They felt absolute terror. Except for Bakugo.
"You fucker!" Bakugo propelled himself forward with an explosion sparkle emitted from his hands, "I'll kill you all-!"
He was swatted away by a simple flick of a wrist.
The man with the shoulder-length hair didn't even bother to move that much to send the fodder to his deathbed. Or so it seemed.
"As much as we want to have fun with you guys, I want to introduce you to a little friend of ours. Say hi to Deep Sea King!" Black Sperm said.
A monster emerged out of the portal, two enlarged fins extending from each of the sides of his head, a red leather cape hanging over his shoulders, fluttering behind him.
"This is what you fools want me to do? Fight a bunch of ape-children? What am I, a birthday clown?"
"I mean, that's exactly what-"
Black Sperm was about to finish, but the man with the shoulder-length hair gripped him in the shoulder, "Sorry about that. I assure you, you aren't here to entertain children. You're simply here...to prey."
"On these pitiful puppies, right." Deep Sea King replied, "Dragged me all the way from the depths of the sea to here so I get to play hide-and-seek with little brats."
"These 'little brats' are the students of the most prestigious school in the entire country. Killing them will earn you a name, thus, everyone will fear you. That's what you want, right? For people to take you seriously, to take your authority into consideration."
"Hmph." Deep Sea King took a step forward, "If that's the case..." He cracked his knuckles, his smile widening, "I'll make sure to enjoy myself with their impending torment."
"Consider this as a test, Deep Sea King. Should you fail, consequences are to follow." Black Sperm added, "Well, at least if you fail. You won't lose to these pussies, right?"
"As if." Deep Sea King replied, "What are you all going to do in the meantime?"
"Observe." Black Sperm stated, "If you prove to be quite proficient, we can move you through the ranks."
"You consider killing weaklings some sort of achievement worthy of promotion." Deep Sea King laughed, "That's kind of insulting to whatever this organisation of yours are."
"Less talk, more action. Now shoo, go kill some kids, fishy fishy."
That nickname was a little degrading, but Deep Sea King swallowed his pride. He took a step forward, approaching the kids, "Now..."
"I'm going to rip you all to shreds-"
Suddenly, a gust of wind past him by. As the smoke subsided, a figure of a curled green haired boy appeared in front of him with his fists clenched.
Before Deep Sea King could react, he was hit straight in the jaw, sending him hurling to the sky.
That punch...!
Deep Sea King recovered in the air, but in an instant, Midoriya was above him with his fist cocked back.
"Oh-"
He was sent propelling downwards, causing the ground beneath him to form a large crack.
Izuku landed on the ground, staying on guard. He saw that there was no movement. Yet.
But then, he found himself staring right in front of a stretched hand, ready to crush him and his brain into a mush.
He quickly dodged, keeping his stance, "You're fast..!"
"M- Midoriya! No-!" Aizawa was cut off when the hand holding him gripped him even tighter than before. He could hear the rattling of his bones, which was...unsettling, even for him. But it hurts like hell!
He couldn't just let the problem child rush head on towards danger. He felt like shit, and if they survive this, he's definitely going to chastise the brat.
Izuku stumbled back, his balance in footing began to prove to be difficult to maintain. His legs were giving in. He might be strong, but whatever this creature is..
It's hell of a lot stronger than he is.
He had to keep trying. The pro-heroes were dying. He was the only one that could stand a chance.
"Now you've pissed me off!" Deep Sea King balled his hands into his fist, his damaged, dented face gradually healing at an increasing pace, "I WILL TEAR YOU TO SHREDS!"
Izuku used his legs to sidestep a strike from the Sea King, barely missing it by an inch, before delivering another blow to the monster's nose.
But before his fist can reach, the Sea King tentatively caught it, twisting it to the side, causing Izuku to scream in agony.
"You should've stayed back, little insect. Now you caught yourself winding up on the spider web." The Sea King used his foot to kick his ribs, causing blood to splutter out of his mouth.
He did it repeatedly, but before he can continue even further, an ice block travelled itself across the ground, seeking to encase the monster and freeze it.
The Sea King simply clapped his hands, and the wind pressure negated the ice blocks with ease, halting it's spread process.
While distracted, Izuku swiftly moved forward, before delivering a strike to the villain's stomach, sending him hurling away into the Rain Zone.
Izuku turned his head to the side, and saw the kid with red and white hair staring right at him.
He nodded as a sign of appreciation, before heading towards the Rain Zone. Little did he know...
That was the biggest mistake of his life.
Izuku landed at the center of the Rain Zone, where The Sea King lays.
"Rain..." The Sea King stood up, as his body began to gradually increase in mass, morphing into a much more terrifying creature, "You sluggish little brat."
"What do you guys want?" Izuku asked, "What urged you to attack us out of nowhere? Who sent you? What's your end goal?"
"You're in no position to make demands, frail imbecile. What you need to know, is that I AM The Deep Sea King, the one who had always been destined to rule both the surface world and the sea depths. For many years, I was dormant, to wait for the perfect time-"
Izuku wasted no time to hear his ramblings, delivering another strike to the villain's jawline.
But to his surprise...
The Sea King didn't move an inch, "...INSOLENT WORM!"
Oh fuck.
The Sea King prompted to slam Izuku into the ground with a swift downward motion, causing Izuku to bounce off the ground at the force alone, followed by a roundhouse kick, which sent Izuku flying straight through multiple buildings.
Before Izuku can get a clear of his vision, Deep Sea King suddenly appeared in the air, subsequently slamming both of his fists into Izuku's chest.
He could hear the fracture of his bones.
Sensei... Izuku thought in his head, If I were you...what would I do?
Another slam made an impact, causing him to spit out some of his saliva.
...
Just do some lifting dude. The echoing voice of Yagi came to his head. That surely didn't help at all.
There was nothing he could do about this. He'd just give in to his demise..but then again, who'll protect his friends?
He was proven to be nothing more than an ineffective hero. He couldn't beat the monster. Couldn't overcome him. His training proved to be quite useless.
Maybe he'd find his purpose once he's dead...
He was grabbed in the head by the Sea King, and by his fuzzy vision, he could see the worried expressions from his classmates from afar. Some of them even considered to aid him.
And they did make their decision.
The Sea King tossed him aside, "Hmph. You've made quite the entertaining plaything, but I've got other insects to dissect."
Izuku was about to hit the ground, but then...
A hand wrapped itself around him.
"You did fine. Nice fight." That voice. That reassuring voice. He knew it.
"S...Sen...sensei...I tried..I failed..I-"
"Just rest easy." Yagi gently placed the boy on the ground, "Let me handle the rest."
Izuku could tell that his Sensei was...suppressing something, judging by his heavy breathing.
"Hmmmm? Another one of you trash winding up on my shore?" Deep Sea King remarked, "Looks like those brats has to wait."
Shifting his attention to The Sea King with an expression that promised death, he stood up, "Hold on tight, I gotta pound this...seafreak, or whatever his name was."
"I HEARD THAT!!"
The Sea King appeared behind Yagi in a blur, followed by a strike to his head. His head darted forth and back like a sturdy pole, never indicating any sign of harm on him.
Despite that..
"Impressive. You can withstand the full force behind my punch."
"Nah, your punch was just too weak." Yagi replied.
"...You listen closely, human. I am the King of the Deep, ruler of the seas! All life on this planet came from the ocean as if she were our mother! In other words, as the ruler of the seas, I am the pinnacle of a pyramid that includes all living organism in this world! To defy me means-!"
Yagi decided that he's had enough villain monologues for today, "Okay, got it, got it. Pinnacle of whatnot, ruler of something, don't wanna hear it. Besides, it's raining, so we better settle this shit already."
Agitated, The Sea King blindly threw another punch again, and...
The expression of indignation that he wore was no more, and the life was plucked out of his body.
The Deep Sea King...
is no more.
Yagi tilted his head towards the perpetrators behind this whole invasion.
Sprinting towards them, he stopped right in front of them, his eyes baring into the 'Monster Association Representatives' that caused this all to happen.
That caused Izuku to get hurt.
He'll...
"Wait, is he...All Might?" Black Sperm wondered, "Did he manage to one shot that Sea King dude with a single punch?"
"That's scary."
"Whatever." The obese man tossed the unconscious Aizawa away, "We can take him."
"Are you crazy?!" A blond haired woman warned them, "We need to retreat, now!"
"Why?"
"Do you know what the fuck he's capable of?" The woman asked, "Didn't the boss filled you in?"
"Well..I never listened-"
"SHUT UP, JUST TELEPORT US OUT OF HERE!"
Oh no they don't.
With one single movement, he turned into a blur, appearing in front of the villains with his fist cocked back.
But, in the nick of time, they managed to get away and teleported themselves out of the USJ, causing Yagi to hit air and produced a large gust of wind that devastated half of the USJ.
...
He turned his head to the students, and he could see the terror in their eyes.
Did he really just...let his emotions get the better of him?
Fuck, things just got complicated.
