"Alright then," Fukusei said, clapping his hands together. "You have 5 minutes to go and find a place to fight us, to hide from us, or to ambush us. Now go."

"What?"

"Right now?"

"But we don't know our way around here!"

Fukusei raised his hand, silencing the objections. "Being a hero doesn't mean that you'll know everything about everything. Some things you have to think of and pull off in the moment."

"But you already know the layout of this place!" someone called out.

"Well, shouldn't you be prepared for the smart villains?" Fukusei asked, calmly. "There are the intelligent villains too. They prepare for the hero, they set up traps, they think and they plan. You need to be prepared to take them on as well. It's not like you'll never meet them." He waited for a response, and when there was none, he gestured towards the buildings behind Class 1-A. "Now go. I'll start counting down."

"Isn't this a bit sudden?" Kaminari said, concernedly.

"299 seconds. 298 seconds," Fukusei said, smiling a shark's grin.

Iida sprinted away, the engines in his legs propelling him until he was soon just a little figure on the roads. The rest of Class 1-A hurriedly followed.

Ashido released acid and glided away, while Todoroki and Bakugo propelled themselves with ice and explosions, respectively. Tokoyami rose up and flew off, carried by Dark Shadow. Uraraka floated up and away, landing on the rooftop of one of the buildings. Asui leaped away, and the rest of Class 1-A got away in the way they did best. Only Izuku was left.

"One for All: Full Cowling!" he whispered to himself, and began to run as hard and as fast as he could with One for All powering him.

=0=

Fukusei was almost done counting. Ayatsuru was holding a hand before his mouth, amplifying the sound.

"5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Time's up," he called, his voice ringing out across the battleground. He grinned.

"Let the hunt begin."

Class 1-S began to spread out, each going their own way to find Class 1-A. Fukusei went left. Ayatsuru went right. Another boy went down the middle. The rest of them divided into groups of three and followed one of those leaders each. As they went onwards, those solid groups separated until Class 1-S had diffused all throughout the imitation city.

Hagakure was hidden by a tall building that seemed to be made completely of glass. She, being invisible, had figured that her best chance to take on one of the elites was to ambush them. A surprise attack. It was perfectly suited to her Quirk and her way of fighting.

And then Fukusei came along.

He seemed completely calm and composed. He was walking confidently, purposefully, as though he knew he could take on each of them and one. He didn't seem concerned. Hagakure grinned to herself. She could make him think otherwise. It would take his cockiness down a notch as well.

She uncurled from the sitting position she had settled into while waiting for someone to come by. Luck, however, was not smiling down on her. She accidentally brushed against one of the many pieces of shrubbery dotted around the building as decoration. It rustled.

Fukusei swung around, looking for the source of the sound. Hagakure held her breath, and stayed very, very still.

Fukusei's dark eyes roved all over the place, looking for anything that could have made that sound. Then his eyes began to become lighter. And lighter. And lighter. Then they were palest gray. Then they began to glow.

Fukusei's bright red eyes, glowing like the sun, roved all over the place, looking for anything that could have made that sound.

Hagakure was beginning to feel genuinely frightened. People with glowing red eyes and the most serious expression on their faces had that effect on you.

Fukusei blinked, and his eyes returned to normal, the darkest purple you'd ever see.

He began to turn away, and Hagakure began to breathe again.

Fukusei swung around again, and this time the movement was accompanied by a wave of darkness that crashed into Hagakure, sending her flying through the glass of the building behind her. Then a darkness of the same kind that had assaulted her creeped into the outskirts of her vision, and she knew she was going to pass out.

Fukusei walked in, and gazed directly at her nose.

"I apologize if I'm not looking into your eyes, but I can't really tell where they are," he said smoothly, almost unconcernedly, as though beating someone in just a few seconds was something he did every day. Well, seeing what he had done here, Hagakure didn't find that hard to believe.

"Why not?" she asked him weakly. "You found me, didn't you?"

"Heat-sensitive vision doesn't let my eyes see in a greater spectrum, you know. Just the general outline."

Hagakure suddenly felt thankful that it was just heat-sensitive vision, and not some way of bypassing her invisibility. It would have been embarrassing if it had, considering the greater part of her being stealthy relied on her taking her clothes off.

"Good," she mumbled, then lost her second fight in as many minutes, the one to stay conscious.

Fukusei took out a small handheld device, and tapped the button on it. A few seconds later, a hole in space opened up under Hagakure, and she dropped through into a bed.

Fukusei walked away.

Mezo Shoji, watching from around the corner of a building a little way away, began to feel out of his league.

=0=

Katsuki was waiting on a rooftop for that asshole Fukusei to come along and get blown up when he got jumped by someone else. Rolling across the roof, he found that he was tangling with some guy with a mostly green and red suit and a look in his brown eyes.

Katsuki may have had major anger issues, but for some reason this guy won the award for most irritating individual.

Katsuki yelled in his face, and brought his hands up to give him one good blast to conk him out for good. He felt the familiar heat in his hands, his palms lighting up with orange light and a momentary snapping before the powerful whoomphf of the explosion filled the surrounding air.

The guy on top of him was catapulted backwards into the sky, and landed on his feet as he came back down. The ground beneath him turned to a spiderweb of cracks. Katsuki blinked.

What the hell?

This guy was like Deku. Extreme resistance to force, and a whole lot of power packed in every movement. The current instability of the rooftop to having the still conscious guy land on it after taking one of Katsuki's middle tier blasts to the face was a testament to that.

Katsuki grinned. He could beat Deku. Why should this guy be any different? He even wore primarily green just like the nerd.

Katsuki paused.

The fuck?

The guy standing in front of him, waiting for him to make a move, had a costume of the same sort of green as Deku. His legs were a viridian green, with expansive clean grey designs up the sides, and around his torso the material was made of a darker shade of forest green and a thick diagonal red line across his chest, bordered with silver. The grey continued up his sides, circling the shoulders and circling the arms, travelling down his arms, ending in a circuit-like pattern where the sleeves cut off. His shoes were completely black with lighter patches of fabric on the sides, and bore resemblance to sports shoes of a sort, except they didn't have laces.

Katsuki decided that he should return his attention to the guy he was fighting instead of his fashion choices.

"Well, well," the guy said, raising an eyebrow and appraising Bakugo with an expression bordering on boredom. "Are you ever going to make a move?"

Was everyone in Class 1-A a cocky bastard?

"Shut the hell up," Katsuki snapped. "I don't have time for you. I'm after Fukusei, so get outta my way and I won't blow you up."

"I'm sure you'll find that more difficult than you realize," the guy in front of him said placidly. "You gotta beat me first if you want to get to Fukusei."

"Shut up!" Katsuki roared, and he let an AP shot rage from his hands and slam into the idiot standing there. Almost as if in slow motion, Bakugo saw him looking down as it hit him, and then he was off and away, a speck in the distance.

There was a faint sound of shattering glass elsewhere.

Katsuki grunted, and decided to move on and find someone to fight. Just sitting around was boring the hell out of him.