I braced myself as I fell, ready to roll when I hit the ground. But it was the ground that gave way instead of me. Snow blasted out in every direction, the light powder was at least 40 cm deep before I hit it.

I realized I was still in the USJ, in the mountain zone. Post the blizzard Tsu had mentioned, the rocky terrain was covered with a thick layer of white and cold.

"Izuku," Ami said from behind me, and I turned to face her.

"Mizuno? Midoriya?" another familiar voice asked from further up the mountain, but I had to look to recognize who it was.

"Penryu-san," I waved her over. She jogged down to meet us, but scowled at me.

"Call me Mo-chan," she said, but not quite as firmly as normal. She glanced around uncertainly.

"What happened?" she asked.

"The teleporter sent us here. But I don't see Kirishima," I answered, "He must be somewhere else. Which means our other classmates are probably spread out around the USJ."

"Why do you think that?" Mo-chan prompted.

"Because he said he was sending us to his allies," Ami said first. Then she folded her fingers and closed her eyes.

"I feel people coming," she said, "But all the snow makes it hard."

"ki detection," I whispered as she said that. There were sixteen Ki sources cautiously approaching us. And while I couldn't recognize all of my classmates by their specific ki signatures, I could tell that none of these were familiar.

"Why aren't they attacking?" I mumbled, "Why are they hiding behind the rocks and snow?"

"What's that mean?" Mo-chan asked softly.

"They have us surrounded," I half-answered, half-considered, "and surprised. They have us out numbered five to one. And we don't know what they can do. Though I might recognize some of them when I see them, that shouldn't be enough..."

"Izuku?" Ami tried to break me out of my reverie. I looked at her and realized it.

"We don't know what they can do," I said, "But if Ami is here, then the reverse must also be true."

"Isn't that a bit of a stretch?" Mo-chan asked.

"I don't think so," I shook my head, "Why else would they send Ami, who can control ice, to a peak covered in fresh snow? Maybe he didn't see it..."

I pointed down to square, where some of the others were still barely visible.

"But that would be foolish, not paying attention. Maybe he can't control his power that well, but the fact that he brought this many people and spread them out like this, that would seem to prove that his Quirk is both powerful and precise. No, the most likely possibility is that they don't know what our abilities are. They might have guessed that Ami can control water based on her costume. But Quirks tend to be specialized. Focused. Even that she can control both water and ice is connected to their temperature. That's why it is Ice Water."

"So they are all holding back, because they are afraid we have some amazing Quirks," Mo-chan nodded. Then she smirked, "Which we do. But still, how do we handle so many?"

"Ami," I looked at her, "Do you want to build a snowman?"


"What was that?" Kurogiri asked dubiously, "That pressure. I've never been pushed back like that. It kept me from banishing all of the children. No matter. I should be able to handle this many."

There was a pink girl who looked like she was going to a party. Two girls covered head to toe, one like a biker and the other like a classic hero in grey and black. Two boys, the one in heavy armor that Thirteen had called Iida. And the other was wearing another traditional costume, with strange orange pauldrons and a helmet.

And of course Thirteen, but a rescue specialist was not a threat, regardless of the power of their Quirk.

The mist Villain sighed slightly. While his Quirk could be used for combat, it was messy and he was not fond of the results. Unless he could get the Heroes to attack in a way he could redirect.

"What did you do with the students?" Thirteen demanded.

"I have sent them to the locations where my allies are waiting, throughout this facility," Kurogiri answered.

"Bring them back!" the pink girl demanded.

"I will," Kurogiri said, "or perhaps I should say I will collect their bodies once they are unconscious or dead."

The pink girl took a step forward. The girl in the grey bodysuit and hood cut her off. Her hands flashed.

"What was that?" the boy with the orange shoulders asked.

"Cain-san said that his body is not right," Thirteen explained, "That he is mostly not there. She said his neck is the only solid part."

"Good to know," the boy grinned under his mask, and pointed one elbow at the Villain.

Kurogiri's glowing eyes widened. A line of tape shot out, at his neck, his armored anchor to reality. A portal opened, and the tape continued through it, into the back of Cain.

The girl reacted faster than Kurogiri had expected, but the adhesive still connected. The misty gate rotated around her, wrapping her twice before the boy thought to stop.

"Stay back," Thirteen ordered, "If that mist is the source of his gates, I can take care of it."

The fingers on hir costume's right glove snapped open, and Black Hole began to suck Kurogiri in. The tape boy ran over to Cain, and began to cut her free with a pallet knife. Kurogiri was pulled closer to Thirteen, but this was what the Villain was waiting for.

"You are too lacking in combat experience," he taunted the space hero, "Even after watching what I just did, you still thought this would work."

A portal opened between them, and the other end was behind Thirteen. The pink girl and the biker started to shout warnings. But even though Thirteen's face was completely hidden, Kurogiri could almost feel the Hero's grin.

"Thought it would work?" Thirteen shot back, "I was counting on it."

Thirteen's left glove also opened. The Hero shifted hir stance, one hand pointing at each side of the gate. Kurogiri's eyes widened again, this time in actual fear rather than a trap.

The pull of Black Hole locked the gate in place. The resonance of the gravity fields made the dimension inside the gate shake, including his main body. If he closed this gate, he might end up pulled into Black Hole before he could open a new one. And even if he did, there was no guarantee that Thirteen wouldn't do it again. Still he didn't think he had a choice.

Except the gate wouldn't close. It was locked in place. And so was he. Thirteen had him. And they didn't leave it at that. The pink girl circled around, and grabbed his armored collar with her right hand. Then Thirteen's gloves snapped closed.

"Please don't try anything," the student told him, "I don't know what this metal is, and given what you are doing, I'd have to use my strongest acid."

She held out her other hand, and a yellowish fluid dripped from her fingertips. It melted the concrete with a noxious stench. Then the biker girl unzipped a panel over her stomach, and drew out two devices.

"You can let him go, Ashido-san," she said, slapping one of the devices onto his armor, "This is a shaped charge on a dead man's switch on a five second timer. If I let go, or move more than ten meters away, the explosion will breach the armor and seriously damage whatever is on the other side."

She showed him the second machine; she was tightly holding the button down.

"Not my preferred methods," Thirteen said darkly, "But given the circumstances, good idea, Yaoyorozu-chan."

Thirteen stepped closer.

"Now, bring my students back," the Hero instructed.

"No," Kurogiri refused simply.

"No?" the tape boy looked surprised, glancing at Thirteen, Ashido, and Yaoyorozu.

"Even if you kill me, it will be quicker and less painful than what Shigaraki Tomura would do to me," the Villain said flatly, "And you are Heroes. You won't kill me."

"Fine," Thirteen relaxed, then turned slightly, "Iida-kun, go. There is a service exit at the back of the suburb section. We will keep him here."

"Don't do it," Kurogiri warned, "Try, and I will send the six of you ten kilometers straight up, my safety be damned."

"You are suicidal?" Yaoyorozu asked, shifting her grip on the detonator.

"I have no desire to die. But if I allow one of you escape to get help, I will no more survive then if I bring your classmates back to regroup."

Then he took a step closer, and his voice grew darker, "And did you forget we are jamming your signals? That your device never worked in the first place?"

He couldn't see the biker's face, but her posture suggested an annoyed look. She took her finger off the trigger. And the machine on his neck began to beep. Then beep a bit faster. She hit the trigger again.

"You may have blocked radio waves and superhuman communications," she told him, "But we can still hear each other. This runs off an ultrasonic frequency. That's the reason for the distance requirement."

Kurogiri held up his hands and backed off.

Both sides knew they were in a standoff that couldn't last. It was broken by the sound of shattering crystals behind the Heroes.


Aizawa Shouta was annoyed. Mostly at the villains. Partly at his students for bending his instructions. Even though he should have expected that from Midoriya and the kids who hung around with him. But also, he was annoyed with himself. He claimed to be logical and rational. Yet here he was charging a group of over twenty unknown Villains. And that was after Midoriya, Mizuno, and Misaka had taken out eight of them.

Eraserhead was a street level Hero. Like he had implied to the students, despite his preference for stealth, he did have to handle gangs. Five, even ten junkers like these shouldn't be a problem. Especially since the four-armed mutant was out of the picture; Asui's paralyzing oil should take him out for almost an hour.

Unless his mutation gave him some sort of resistance. Better to plan for only thirty minutes.

No, the real trouble was the four in the middle. Unlike the rest of these scrub Villains, Harley, 'Mistah S', the misty guy, and the bird-brain didn't seem worried. They held themselves more certainly. Hell, the one with the exposed brain wasn't even moving.

"Shooting squad," one of the mooks ordered, "Take him down! We have the high ground!"

A handful of them stepped forward. One with fingertips like gun barrels. Another like a fat mummy wearing that looked like a mad scientist combined a gas mask and a flame thrower. They raised various appendages, pointing at him.

Aizawa resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Instead, he activated his Quirk.

The Villains were surprised or scared when nothing happened, and he raced closer. Then something hit him hard in the chest. It only moderately hurt, like a weak punch. But then he felt his torso begin to seize up. He glanced down. A mud pellet had hit his shirt, and was starting to spread. Following it back, he saw a female Villain in purple, with hair like cement tubes, had broken off from the others.

"Weren't you idiots listening to Kurogiri-sama?" she complained, shooting again, "That's Eraserhead. He can shut off the Quirks of anyone he looks at, especially if you twits stay bunched up like that."

He shut off her Quirk. The next round mud pellets still hit him, but they hit softer and immediately dropped off. And the one already on him dried, cracked, and flaked away.

"Darn it," the petrifier complained.

"Then we'll just take him in close combat," one of the other punks shouted, "He can't look at all of us if we surround him."

"Great idea," Aizawa said mockingly. His scarf wrapped around the thick and elongated neck of a skull mask wearer, after the Villain charged him. Then he snapped it to the side, and sent the Villain tumbling down the steps with a series of satisfying snaps and crunks.

"Too bad that's my specialty, too," Eraserhead continued, kicking another mook in the face, "And it means your 'Shooting Squad' are now my allies."

He finally reached the top of the stairs.

"Somebody thinks he's pretty cool," 'Mistah S' said angrily.

"He kinda is," Harley added, sing-song.

"That's the worst part,' the hands-wearer agreed, "When they live up to the hype. Not that this guy has much hype to live up to."

If he expected to get under Aizawa's skin, it didn't work. Eraserhead was not famous, because he didn't want to be.

The woman with gorilla arms charged him. Unlike the others she didn't falter when he shut off her Quirk and her arms turned back to normal. She attacked with more skill than most of the punks. Still not enough; he wrapped her in his scarf. Then threw her into the petrifier, whose Quirk just recovered.

"Kurogiri," the leader turned back to now named mist Villain, "You know what to do."

"Of course, Shigaraki Tomura." Then his foggy body folded in on itself and he was gone.

"Running away?" Eraser demanded, "Or maybe getting reinforcements?"

"No," Shigaraki shook his head and grinned darkly under the hand covering his face, "He's going to send your little wannabes to meet our other friends."

Aizawa spared a glance back, and saw the mist appear, blocking Thirteen and the students.

"Hey Mistah S?" Harley pouted, "Can I have this guy? I've been killing to meet him."

Aizawa cleared out three more of the mooks, sweeping them into another who was about to regain his feet.

"Sure," the leader decided, "Have fun. But don't screw it up."

"Thanks, pudding," she hopped up and pecked him on the cheek, her hand lingering.

"I told you not to call me that," he complained, slapping her hand away. Harley just giggled madly, and lifted her sledge. She cartwheeled towards Eraser. He stared at her, but she didn't seem to notice.

"So what do you want with me?" he asked, "That Shigaraki guy not enough for you?"

"Please," she scoffed, "One, you're not an iota of the man Mistah S is. And two, don't try psychological attacks on me. I don't like fighting the unarmed."

His Capture Weapon snaked out and wrapped around the haft of the hammer. He tried to pull it out of her hands, but Harley was stronger than she looked. Instead she twisted the sledge around, first pulling him closer, and then using the tension to help her vault towards him.

"No," she continued as her kick narrowly missed his stomach, "It's just that you and me are like two sides of the same coin. Boy, girl. Hero, Villain. Your Quirk shuts off Quirks at a distance, and you have to turn it on. My Quirk shuts them off on contact, but is always on unless I concentrate really hard. Like when I let Kurogiri bring me here."

His eyes widened under his goggles.

"That's why you look familiar," he said, "You are that American psychiatry student who vanished eight months ago. The one who was studying why Quirks make some people crazy. Harley... Quill? Queen? Something."

"Ahem," she sounded annoyed, "That is 'Physiological and Societal Impacts of Quirks on Mental and Social Development' by Dr. Harleen Quinzel."


Harleen Quinzel
Villain Name: Harley Quinn
Quirk: Scrubs
Harley's Quirk unravels any superpower that touches her. Want to shoot her with a lightning Quirk? Pick her up with telekinesis? Too bad. And if she touches you, your Quirk won't work until she stops. This even works on most non-Quirk supernatural powers, even if Harley herself doesn't know that. She can let a power work on her, but it takes a lot of mental focus and effort on Harley's part.


"Weren't you supposed to be blonde?" Aizawa asked looking at her half blue, half-red hair.

"The blonde was a dye," she rolled her eyes, "To give patients the veneer of normalcy. But after I met Sensei and Mistah S, and realized just how pointless that was, I let my natural colors come back."

Shigaraki began tapping his foot. Eraserhead was getting anxious, too. The girl was matching him, move for move. He wasn't sure if his Quirk would trump hers, but he doubted it, and it wouldn't matter either way. If he could focus on her, and not have to worry that the other two might make a move, he could probably take her out. Meanwhile, the mooks were starting to head down the stairs. Which was less of a direct worry for him, but instead he had to worry about the the students.

He wouldn't have thought a store bought sledgehammer would have matched his Capture Weapon. But it had weight, and she was able to keep hold of it and swing it around like a toy. And she moved with a dancer's grace, using the hammer as both a weapon and a support. He dodged another cartwheeling kick at his chin. He tried to grab her arm, but she twisted the haft into his wrist to escape.

"Harley," Shigaraki barked, "Are you just playing with him?"

"No way, Mistah S," she complained, "He's actually pretty good. And it doesn't actually matter if I shut his Quirk off. He doesn't need it to fight."

"Fine," he grunted, "We can't waste any more time. Nomu. Kill him."

The last Villain finally moved. It let out a noise somewhere between an eagle's shriek, and a human's shout. And then it vanished.


Misaka Mikoto found herself falling. It wasn't a long fall, and fortunately it was into water. She pushed back to the surface, and began to question her costume choices. It was absorbing the water, weighing her down. And that wasn't counting the almost two kilograms of metal discs, both hidden and visible across her body. She could try to lift the coins with her power, to counteract them. But if Mikoto messed up even a little, she might drain her electricity reserves into the water.

She started to look around, treading water as best she could. Looking for the shore, the boat she had seen when Thirteen was pointing out the zones from the stairs. What she saw first, and was not looking, for was the shark-faced Villain swimming right for her. Mouth open, teeth in serious need of brushing. With no immediate or better options, she prepared to shock him.

Before she had to, a shadow appeared under the Villain. Tsuyu's feet slammed his jaw closed with a snapping crunch Mikoto heard even above the water. As the shark sank, Tsuyu hooked Mikoto around the waist and began to swim away at high speed.

"Sorry to interfere," the frog girl said, "I was coming to bring you back to the boat, but it looked like you froze up there."

"I did, I guess," Mikoto admitted, "I don't have great control of my power when I am submerged like this, so I worried I would drain myself, or that someone else might be around, which you were, and I'd zap them by accident."

The electrokinetic sighed, "Since we started training with Izuku, I was hoping I would get some sort of Talent to overcome my water issues. But so far, I haven't."

She deliberately kept her explanation couched in vague terms, incase someone in the water was listening. Tsuyu understood.

"Same thing for me," Asui admitted, "But with the cold. We'll both have to keep working on it."

"I guess that makes Ami the natural enemy of both of us," Mikoto chuckled, then a bit more sharply added, "In more ways than one."

"You too?" Tsuyu prompted carefully.

"Not like you or Ami or Ochako," Mikoto said, "But he's cute and also cut, and nice. To be honest I wouldn't have thought he was my type, based on the crush I had in middle school. But the more time I spend around him, and listen to you ladies talk..."

"Well, I don't see Ami as an enemy in that respect," Tsuyu reminded her.

"You said that," Mikoto agreed, "But the thing is... My parents had a friend back in college. Kaminari... something. Naraku? Naruto? I don't remember, but I'm pretty sure it started with a Na and then one of the Ra series kana. Anyway, the three of them were inseparable for most the their first and second years. Both Kaminari-san and my dad confessed to Mom in their third year. She went on a few dates with both of them. Obviously, she fell for my dad. They tried to stay friends with him, but things just weren't the same and they drifted apart. They still regret it."

"And sometimes my mom teases my dad that she picked by flipping a coin," Mikoto said wryly, "She never does it in anger, and we all know she doesn't mean it, but it still makes me wonder. Maybe in a parallel universe I'm Kaminari Mikoto, and my Quirk is weaker, or just different."

"I get different," Tsuyu tilted her head even while swimming, "But why weaker?"

"I get my electrokinesis from my mom," Mikoto explained, "Except my EK is measurably stronger than mom's and still developing. My dad has a magnetic Quirk, and my ability to use EK for magnetic things is leaps and bounds above my mom's. So I think I also got some of my dad's Quirk mixed in, since electricity and magnetism go together.

"That make sense," Tsuyu agreed, as they finally reached the boat. Kirishima Eijirou was already aboard. He helped Mikoto up, but Tsuyu just climbed up the side on her own.

"Great, you got her," he sounded relieved, "We were worried because you splashed down so much further from the boat than we did."

"Is there anyone else?" Mikoto asked them.

"I didn't see anyone else," he shook his head.

"No, just two of you hit the water," Tsuyu confirmed, "But there are them."

She pointed at lumps in the water. Villains, probably a dozen of them. All around the boat.

"Why are they hanging back though?" Tsuyu whispered thoughtfully.

"They are frightened of our manliness," Kirishima declared.

"Yes," Mikoto said slowly, interrupting Tsuyu right before she dope slapped Kirishima.

"Not about the manliness," she explained at Tsuyu's incredulous look. Which given Mikoto was still learning to read the frog girl's expressions, said something about her level incredulity.

"But if they sent you and me here," Mikoto continued, "They probably don't know who we are."

"Yeah," Tsuyu agreed, "The only thing worse would have been if it was Ami or Todoroki-san."

"You did save the two of us really easily," Kirishima nodded, "And took one of them out in the process."

"So what do we do?" Tsuyu asked.

"The boat probably runs," Mikoto said very loudly, her hands moving in patterns, "for when they have to do rescue training where the boat is moving. So you come and help me get it running, Kirishima-kun. And Tsuyu, keep an eye out."

"Sure," Asui agreed, signing back her response to the real plan. Kirishima looked confused, but let Mikoto drag him below deck. Tsuyu jumped up on top of the cabin, and began to look around.

"Start moving in," one of the Villains instructed, "While the other two are inside."

A moment later, the boat shuddered, and a puff of smoke wended its way up from the stern.

"Come on," another mook shouted and they hurried closer, "We can't let them get moving."

"Mikoto," Tsuyu shouted out a warning.

"It needs a minute to warm up," Kirishima's voice echoed back.

"We don't have a minute, kero," Tsuyu insisted. The propeller began to turn, and the boat began to creep forward. The Villains swam faster, determined not to let them pick of speed. The first of them reached the boat.

"NOW!" Tsuyu shooted. The next moment, a craggy fist punched out the back of the hull, just above the waterline. Then Kirishima jumped as hard as he could, scrambling onto the wooden steps.

One of the villains looked through the hole. And saw wires pulled out of some other part of the ship's electrical system, wrapped around Mikoto's arm. Sparking visibly. She smirked at him. Then extended her other hand through the gap.

"SHI..." he started to complain, but his body seized up as an obscene level of voltage released into the lake. Mikoto did her best to hold the electricity within a few meters of the boat. She kept it up for a second, then another, until Tsuyu called out the all clear. Then she sighed and slumped from the ache and exhaustion of channeling the extra power. Mikoto reconnected the boat's steering.

"So now what," Kirishima asked, once they reached shore, "Rejoin Thirteen-sensei and the others?"

"You can if you want to," Mikoto sounded annoyed, "But this throbbing in my skull has been getting worse. Whoever is jamming our phones is closer now, and I am going to use this interference to track him or her down, and knock their lights out."

"Sounds like a good idea to me," Tsuyu agreed.

"I'm in," Kirishima confirmed.

"It feels like he's close to the base of the mountain zone, probably hiding out in the valley crevice."

The three teens took off, as swiftly and silently as they could.


"What the hell?"
"That wasn't there five minutes ago."

The villains had finally made their move. Only to find while they were preparing out of sight, the Hero students had constructed a large snowman. The bottom sphere of frost was over two meters in diameter. Purchased side by side atop it, and slightly squished together were two, one point five meter balls. A third ball of that size rested atop them, and where the stomach balls met the chest ball, large triangular arms of ice jutted out. A one meter head sat on top, with eyes and a mouth hollowed out due to the lack of coal and carrots.

"What is it?" another mook asked.

"It's a trap," a strident female voice said, "The question is, what kind? A Trojan Horse? A distraction while they run? Or maybe one of them has a puppet master quirk, and is going to attack us with it."

"So what do we do?"

"Blast it," she ordered, "if they are inside, or put some bombs in it or something, we just take it out. Fan out and shoot that thing... No, you idiots, not in a full circle, or you'll shoot each other. And not from downhill, or it could fall on you."

"Damn," she muttered more quietly, "Now I see what that gaijin bitch meant."

Nine of the sixteen Villains, those with ranged Quirks, launched a volley of air bullets, bone spurs, and other projectiles into the base of the snowman. They passed right through.

"So they aren't in there..."

Then, down the mountain a few meters and behind one of the larger boulders, there was a loud crunching. Like someone breaking through partially hardened snow.

"Get them!" one of the male Villains shouted.

Under the snow, under the snowman, I pressed my right hand into snow above us. Holding it up with my tactile TK. Ami's fingers were laced as she concentrated on keeping the snowman in place. Mo-chan wiggled her finger, her smallest blade agitating the snow and rock to make the noise that was drawing them. Once I felt most of them had moved down the hill, and back in front of the snowman, I tapped Ami's shoulder. Together we pushed with our powers. The five balls of snow began to tumble forward. And while the base was all snow, the other four were full of rocks, to save snow and give them more impact.

It was a trick I had 'learned' from Kacchan and long-fingers back in elementary school, one of the few times Musutafa had gotten enough snow for a decent snowball fight. Kacchan had been especially angry, because of the effect the snow had on his powers.

I also sent telekinetic feelers further up the mountain, and reinforced the shell around us. In moments, a miniature avalanche had engulfed most of the Villains. Though two of them made it up onto some of the larger boulders, the rest were buried, and judging by their ki signatures, most were knocked out. I kept a metaphysical eye on the ones still awake, in case they had the means to dig themselves out.

The snow under us shifted. Ami pushed us up and out. We emerged standing. Slightly above us was a woman in purple. She appeared to be in her twenties, brunette hair twisting angrily around her head. Next to her was a skinny man with bluish skin. And he had a sphere of ice floating in front of him.

"So it was all for this," she growled with the same voice that had been giving orders earlier.

"Actually, we hoped to take you all out," Mo-chan said sharply, "But Midoriya does like his backups."

Her kukri flew back to her, and Clarent and her katana appeared. Then she charged the Villains. The woman slid down, a brownish cloud forming around her. The man tried to launch the ice at Mo-chan, but Ami reached out, and the two of the struggled for control of the ball.

"What is this?" Mo-chan complained, as her swords were slowed by the cloud.

"My hair," the Villain smirked, "I can control it. I always thought I could only control it while it was attached, but that bitch showed me I could do more. Even better, now I have hundreds of threads to slice up my enemies."

I grabbed a bunch of snow with both my hands and my power, and threw it into the cloud of hair. The Villain glared, but Mo-chan's blades began to more easily slice through the now wet strands that had been obstructing them.

"Tell me," Mo-chan glared, "Is controlling more harder than controlling a few? Because for me, three swords is tougher than one. I have to spread out my power more and watch them. Took me years to get the hang of it. So if your 'hundreds of threads' become two hundreds of shorter threads..."

Slice.

"Or three hundreds? Or four hundreds?"

"That's not proper Japanese," Ami whispered.

The Villain began sweating, and the cloud thinned out.

"Fine, but it doesn't matter how few there are if I just impale you!"

The remaining hairs straightened like spears. I swept Mo-chan out of the way, taking the attacks.

[Health -10, Energy -50]

I still was hit by a few, but my TK Armor stopped most of them. The Villain's eyes widened. Then Clarent's pommel slammed into her temple, and she crumpled.

We turned to help Ami. But her opponent was buried in ice up to his waist, even while they struggled with the ice chunk. Mo-chan knocked him out, too. Then Ami sunk them both in up to their necks.

"The ice crystals in the snow were to small for him to control, it seems," my genius friend deduced.

"Now what?" Mo-chan asked.

I checked.

[Izuku Midoriya
Health: 644/696
Energy: 514/1186]

Holding everything up had drained me, but I wasn't in danger of running out of energy quite yet.

"clairvoyance," I said under my breath. My vision expanded out, and I looked down at the square. Momo and the other were fighting the teleporter still, and other Villains were starting to break down the ice wall. And Aizawa-sensei had just taken a hard right from the exposed brain Villain, who moved faster than Iida-san. Eraserhead was knocked back over the stairs. His scarf snaked out, grabbing a tree so that he landed on the slightly softer grass beside the steps. The rest of our classmates, spread out though they were, seemed to be doing better.

"Thirteen and the others who weren't teleported are about to be overrun," I said quickly, "We have to get down there and help them. Ami, can you make ice sleds or something?"

"Snowboards," Mo-chan said, "at least for me."

Moments later we were skidding down the mountain.

[You are shredding it! Skill Snowboarding (lvl 1) unlocked.]


Mordred Pendragon took another mental note.

She may have mostly acknowledged the Nihonized version of her name, especially after learning why Father had moved them here and changed their names. But in her heart, Mo-chan still preferred her original name. Even if her namesake was reviled. But while she had no intention of becoming a second Knight of Betrayal, the blonde swordswoman was careful to observe those around her.

Izuku Midoriya seemed like a good person, a genuine nice guy. But he was more than a little mysterious. Like how quickly he had drawn in their female classmates. How quickly his group all grew in strength and skill. And a few minutes ago, he had somehow precisely counted the number of villains surrounding them, even though they were all out of his line of sight. His tactile telekinesis shouldn't have been any help. Now he was able to tell that Thirteen and the some of their classmates were still in the square. In trouble. When she could only see them as indistinct dots.

He hadn't done anything overtly dubious, at least from what she could tell. After the entrance exam and getting to know her a bit more, Mordred trusted Cassandra; who trusted Izuku. Heaven knew Mo-chan had her own secrets.

And now was certainly not the time to bring this all up.

But Mordred noticed. And she kept an account.


Status Changes for Midoriya Izuku:

Skills:
Telekinesis (I/D): 36→ 38
Ki Detection (D/I): 27 → 28
Tactile TK (I/D): 19 → 22
Telekinetic Rampart (I/E): 15 → 17
Clairvoyance (I/W): 6 → 7
Snow Sculpting (S/W): → 1
Snowboarding (A/E): → 2