Today's training is something that all heroes need to be proficient in, yet some like Kacchan overlook it in favor of the villain takedowns.
Rescue training.
Doesn't matter how good you are at taking down bad guys if you cannot save people from environmental dangers. That's why All Might remains the number one hero and Endeavour has never been able to take the position from him in his entire career despite closing significantly more cases.
Removing people from danger is difficult when you deliberately cover yourself in flames. While All Might is someone whose very presence brings comfort, Endeavour can only achieve that while in the middle of a blizzard.
Aizawa gave us the option to either use our gear or training uniforms. Everyone but me had to decide now because we were going to an off-campus facility. I decided to try out my leather jacket, jeans and red high tops costume option.
Iida tried to get me to agree with his idea of organizing almost every aspect of how we would board the bus. Not seating arrangements only, but who would get on first to reach the back and sit. I had to politely tell him that the time spent informing and organizing every one of his plans would take longer than if we just let everyone decide for themselves. My point was driven home even further when we found out that the bus had open seating.
"Iida you really need to chill." Mina declared, to the agreement of everyone.
"If we are pointing out the obvious, then there's something I wanna say, about you actually." Asui said while looking at me.
"Oh?" I asked.
"That move of yours, isn't it a lot like All Might's?" She asked, while I was contemplating whether or not her quirk is Esper rather than frog.
Thankfully, I am good at improv.
"I am a bit of an All Might fan and have been trying to replicate his signature moves for the last ten months. I'm still working out the kinks as you all saw." I answered without revealing the truth.
"A bit of an All Might fan?" Kacchan asked with clear sarcasm in his voice.
"I wouldn't be throwing stones in a glass house there Kacchan. Or should I call you Mr. Gonna-be-the-next-number-one-hero?" I countered before we both reveal the other has a borderline shine to the current number one in our closets.
"You can call me Mr. Gonna-kick-your-ass!" was his intelligent and predictable reply.
"Bakugou's always angry, so he will never be that popular." Tsu said, verbally bitch slapping him. I am in awe of the shear balls on this frog, and guys do not say that often when referring to someone of the opposite gender.
Before Bakugou could really get going with his threats. Kaminari took a few shots.
"Y'know, we basically just met you. So, it's kinda telling that we all know your personality is flaming crap mixed with garbage."
I don't have any ice for that burn, maybe Todoroki will make some.
"Your gonna regret the day you applied to this school you loser!" Was Kacchan's response. After that it devolved into a free for all on my friend.
Nobody dared to tease him in middle school. It's good to see people other than me who aren't scared of him.
"Hey, hey we're here stop messing around." Aizawa snapped tiredly.
Everyone automatically replied, 'yes sir'. Except for Kacchan. Who belligerently said, 'whatever'.
I have never been able to understand my friend's obsessive need to stand out from everyone else. I get that it's his way of trying to be the number one hero but how does being grating to everyone else help?
While I'm thinking about the paradox that is my best friend, everyone has gotten off the bus and Ochaco is gushing over the space hero Thirteen. The USJ was one of UA's training facilities that I had obtained the blueprints for during my many jaunts through the school's computer system. Didn't take away from the enormity of the facility when I laid my own eyes on it.
The space hero Thirteen came out to greet us before we entered the USJ. They are a good example of a rescue hero and how the profession isn't all about fighting villains. A hurricane can kill more people and do more damage in a day than most organized crime syndicates accomplish in their entire history.
Rescue heroes are the most altruistic and underappreciated group within the heroics industry. Natural disasters are more often than not overlooked in favor of the latest villain who managed to get people's attention with his or hers manifesto and or disturbing acts of violence.
Even before quirks, humanity has had a fascination with serial killers. I think the fascination stems from the fact that many serial killers are the result of too many bad things happening to someone at once and a fear that if you are put into the same situation with the same set of circumstances leading up to it you may do the exact same thing.
Thirteen has just finished lecturing on how quirks used recklessly can do more harm in a rescue attempt than good. Something I'm sure my friend who could use this lesson the most has probably ignored.
"Right, now that that's over- "
Before Aizawa could finish an electrical surge went through the lights overhead, shorting them out. The others couldn't feel it but the connection I had through my phone to the internet was severed. That's how I knew this wasn't an ordinary blackout.
"Stay together and don't move! Thirteen protect the students." Aizawa shouted, an edge of urgency I had never heard from him before. Looking over the plaza I found out the reason.
A black mist had spread out like a wall in front of the central fountain. Villains of all shapes and sizes were coming out of said mist.
If I had a heart, it would be hammering right now.
'Focus Izuku. Analyze everything.' I told myself to push past the initial fear. Turning my gaze to the flood of criminals.
The only villains that stick out where the first one and last two to appear. Handsy must have an emitter type quirk around his hands, the extra nerves and internal mutations are a giveaway. The mist guy doesn't have a solid body besides a metal neck brace hidden from the normal vision spectrum. Now what about the tall guy with an exposed brain. I thought before focusing on him.
I can't physically throw up, but I would be right now if I could. The internal scarring from medical procedures were overlapping. Muscle attachments and density were comparable to All Might. These weren't the things that made every particle of my body crawl.
His brain activity was only slightly above a coma patient's.
Nobody would consent to this. To be altered so much that your very sense of self is destroyed and replaced by the equivalent of a biological windup toy.
"Mr. Aizawa, stay away from bird brain, he's in the same weight class as All Might without activating a quirk." I warned.
The insomniac of a teacher gave a slight nod of his head before jumping into the fray. Quite literarily, I don't think I saw his feet touch the stairs at all.
My thoughts on Aizawa's secret float quirk were overcome by awe at his skill with his capture weapon and hand to hand combat. It was like watching a weedwhacker go through dandelions. An accurate assessment considering the circular movements of his capture weapon.
Those few moments of analysis left me at the back of the group as thirteen lead my classmates to the exit. Whose idea was it to design such a distance between the doors and stairs?
We were paying for that architectural flaw now. Aizawa must have blinked if the black mist villain was able to slip away and bar us from leaving.
"There is no escape for you. It's a pleasure to meet you. We are the League of Villains. I know it's impolite, but we decided to invite ourselves into this have of justice to say hello. And besides, isn't this a fitting place for All Might, the Symbol of Peace, to take his last breath? I believe he was supposed to be here today, and yet I see no sign of him. There must have been some sort of change in plans we could not have foreseen. Ah well, in the end, I suppose it doesn't matter." The villainous mist monologued.
He spread his foggy arms out. "I still have a role to play." The black mist threatened.
Before he could go through with that threat. Kacchan and Kirishima tried to hit him with explosions and fists. A bad move in my opinion. All they probably did is obscure our vision and get in Thirteen's way.
"You live up to your school's reputation. But you should be more careful, children. Otherwise, someone might get hurt."
I hate it when I'm right.
"I'll scatter you across this facility to meet my comrades and your deaths!" the villain declared, spreading himself across the whole area.
Before I could move out of the way, my classmates and I were enveloped in black mist. While he spelled out his intentions and I could probably escape the mass warping like I saw Shoji do so. It was easy math to figure out which students would be in more danger.
I decided to help those who would need it more and let myself get swept away.
Once the black fog in my vision cleared, I immediately regretted my decision and tried to gather as much air inside myself as I could.
I don't need to breath but not having regular sized lungs and weighing at least three times more than a normal person makes swimming a real challenge. I can make little air pockets throughout my mass to increase buoyancy, but this has its own problems.
I feel like a balloon with the air pockets I need to make room for, and I cannot shift the mass surrounding the captured air without losing it and sinking like a brick. An exercise in mental restraint when I am used to shifting mass instinctively to maintain balance.
In short, I am a bloated, sluggish, sitting duck. Stuck in the middle of the shipwreck zone waiting for the villains to come and have their wicked way with me. Oh, my what big teeth the first one has.
Before I and the half fish villain could figure out if my sushi making skills were better than his balloon popping ones, Tsu nailed him in the face with both of her feet, snagged me with her tongue and promptly fucked off leaving the deep sea reject in the dust.
I was a little surprised that she was able to lift me onto the boat but then again, most animal quirks increase the bearer's strength when not confined to one body part like Tokoyami's head. Her rough treatment of Mineta was not a surprise however, shameless pervert.
"This is turning out to be a terrible day of class." Tsu Declared once she got on the boat.
"And I doubt it's going to get better, that villain spelled out their plan. Kill All Might and they knew our schedule. They probably are the ones who let the media in at lunch yesterday and snuck in while the teachers were distracted." I answered.
"Hey, hold on a second! It's not like these guys can really kill All Might. Once he shows up, he'll pound those villains until there's nothing left." Mineta interrupted.
"Think about it though. If the villains spent so much time planning this attack, then they probably figured out a way to kill him. And didn't you hear what that smoke guy said? Maybe we should worry more about not getting tortured to death. Otherwise, we might not survive long enough to see All Might again. And Even if he does show up, who knows if he will make out in one piece." Tsu explained, not noticing or caring how each word sent Mineta further and further into a panic attack.
"No, the pros are gonna save us, right? Tell Frog-Boobs to shut up!"
I'm honestly tempted to toss the purple gum drop to the villains and Tsu probably feels the same way if her indignant ribbit was any indication.
Speaking of villains, they seemed to have decided to make an appearance and surround the boat.
But that was it.
Aside from the typical death threats that make B movie villains cringe they didn't come closer.
A strategy was forming in my mind.
"Tsu, Mineta, come here I think I have a plan." I declared.
The human grape, frog and I huddled in closer to keep the unwanted fish from hearing us.
"So, what's your plan Midoriya?" Tsu asked.
"Ok, correct me if I'm wrong but your quirks are frog and pop-off right. Tsu can jump real far and Mineta can detach the balls on his head and stick them to anything except himself, right?" I asked.
The silent stares were unwarranted.
"How did you figure that out?" Tsu asked, already assuming it was something nefarious, considering we never talked about our quirks yet. Too bad she's somewhat right.
"UA's cyber security is a joke; I regularly hack in and browse through student files to read up on quirks." I shamelessly admitted. I was asked by the principal to test it after all.
"Says the walking computer. Did you bribe the servers with upgrades or threaten them with malware?" Tsu joked.
"Do you want to hear the plan Asui?" I asked in a more clipped tone using her family name rather than Tsu. Being compared to everyday computers has always been a sore spot for me. Strange thing is I'm not too sure why I get upset. Is it the inherit questioning of my humanity or is it because I see myself as better than those outdated hunks of junk?
Either way I outlined the plan. I would use a smash attack to disrupt the water surface while Tsu and Mineta jump away to gain height and distance while our miniature pervert throws as many of his sticky balls out as he can to trap the villains when they are sucked in by the water displacement.
Our plan was a success. A one hundred percent success. This time I tried flicking with just my fingers and the results were better than I expected. It will take less then a minute for the particles making up my fingers to come back and while the attack was less powerful then when my whole arm is used I can fire it multiple times before having to wait for my hands to fix themselves.
The League of Villains must be recruiting from a 1-800 henchmen line because these guys were pushovers.
While we were making our way to the shore in the shallows my fingers finished reconstructing themselves and my mind kept wandering to the fight in the central plaza.
Aizawa, despite his experience, cannot keep up the kind of pace required to fight multiple foes for an extended duration. Eventually he is going to overexert himself and either the man child or the monstrosity will pick him off.
The answer to this problem is obvious, but he told us to avoid confrontation and our priority is to get away or get help.
For Mineta and Tsu it's the most logical choice but is it the best use of myself?
I am without a doubt the most durable person here. Even Kirishima would fall short. These villains don't know how my quirk works and are unlikely to have some way of damaging me permanently. I guess the real question is, can I live with myself if there was something I could do and turned my back to follow my teacher's instructions
I already know the answer and I'm a terrible student.
"Mineta, Tsu, if you skirt around the edge of the plaza, you should be able to get to the entrance without running into villains." I declared.
"What about you Midoriya?" Tsu asked with an edge I didn't think she had.
"It's not a question of if but when Aizawa is going to run out of steam and be left to the not so tender mercy of these villains. I can pretend to be another grunt and assist if needed without much risk to my person. You guys do not have that luxury and it would ruin the deception if you were standing next to me and I wasn't trying to hurt you." I explained as quickly as I could.
For a moment no one said anything. Tsu was processing my crazy plan and I would rather not guess what Mineta was thinking about.
"Fine, but don't do anything stupid." The levelheaded frog answered.
"Ya class would be boring without you!" The pervert tacked on.
"When have I ever done anything stupid?" I asked with a grin.
With that we parted ways. I made my way to the edge of the shore closet to Aizawa while they took the long way round.
Our teacher was still going, I had to question when he has the time to work on his cardio when he's always dead on his feet.
The exchange between him and the guy with the obsession with severed hands lasted only a few seconds but I was still able to follow everything.
Aizawa used his scarf to both blind and drag him closer for an elbow strike. Normally this would increase the power and knock the wind out of someone. Handsy however managed to catch the elbow with his hand. When Aizawa's hair dropped things took a turn for the worse.
Handsy's quirk requires five-finger contact to activate. When it did the fabric and then skin of Eraserhead's elbow began to crack and fall apart. Before any more damage could be inflicted Aizawa slugged him and backed away. His right arm however was hanging limp.
Didn't stop him from taking out more bad guys single handedly.
He was panting however while Handsy was monologuing about how impressive Eraserhead is. This was a distraction to let the monstrosity get behind him.
It was at this point that I couldn't stand back any longer disguises be damned. Two percent and my own speed boost technique carried me fast enough to get in front of my teacher.
"Duck!" was all I had time to shout before the bioweapon cocked its left arm.
Aizawa didn't waste time and did as he was told. If he had been a half second slower his head would have been caught between two fists and crushed.
As it was the shockwave rattled me and sent him tumbling, thankfully away from the disintegration villain.
Birdbrain didn't continue his assault. Apparently introducing a new variable caused him to wait for further instruction. I took the opportunity to get some distance. I saw how his flesh rippled from the impact. Some sort of shock absorption quirk, I think. It probably can handle All Might given their goal, so I have no chance of overpowering it with my limited control of One for All. Stalling was my best bet and fighting a last resort.
"Now this is interesting. I didn't think a mere student could match the Anti-Symbol of Peace in strength or is it durability?" Handsy queried.
"A bit of both if I'm being honest. This guy however is a puzzle I can't quite figure out. I can see he's undergone some bioengineering that's left his brain back in the stone age. Care to satisfy a mere student's curiosity?" I taunted. If I can keep the guy talking, he might reveal something and give myself and Eraserhead some breathing room.
"Now why would I do that?" Handsy asked amused by my brashness.
"Because you like games, RPG's if your word choice while monologuing is any indication. Would it not be more sporting to give me a chance while you wait for All Might to show up?" I answered hoping he would take the bait.
"Not many people pick up on my hobby like you have, are you by chance a fellow gamer?" he asked, ignoring my original question.
"Who in this day and age hasn't dabbled? I admit I tend to lean more towards FPS games, but I have a soft spot for metroidvanias." I answered honestly, trying to build some sort of rapport with the maniac. Makes my synthetic skin crawl.
"That explains it."
"Explains what?" I asked knowing I wasn't going to like the answer.
"Why you thought you could trick me like some dumb shotgun ape. You're fishing for a weakness you can exploit with your quirk whatever it may be, but I am the dungeon master, and I am going to kill every player and NPC in this place until All Might shows up." He declared in true homicidal maniac fashion.
"DM's don't fight the boss buddy." I corrected knowing this conversation was about to end badly anyways.
"All Might isn't the boss, Nomu is." The now named Nomu perked up when his name was spoken.
"Kill him." was all the warning I got. Combat it is then.
Nomu's speed was impressive, I doubt anyone else could keep him in sight much less react to him. I was able to do both albeit barely.
While fast his moves are telegraphed, and he pauses when the initial goal isn't reached due to his limited cognitive function. No finesse or skill, but when you have shock absorption theoretically capable of withstanding All Might you shouldn't need it, but this guy's body is still humanoid and subject to the same weak points.
The joints.
The average knee only needs five pounds of force applied at the right angle and over a small surface area to break. My legs can generate significantly more force and the side of the knee has virtually nothing between the skin and bone.
Which is why when I dodged to his right and side kicked it there was an audible crack despite his quirk. Before he could fall, I maneuvered myself behind him and delivered a devastating roundhouse to the side of his other knee. This had the same effect of the first kick. With two broken knees Nomu had no choice but to topple forward.
I jumped onto his back and grabbed one of his giant wrists, wrenching it backwards before he could try and stop me and began to pull while placing my feet on his shoulder. Shock absorption only works with sudden impacts not continuous force. Most people would need to jerk the arm to dislocate it running into the same problem punches would have. I however with my shifting metal body can keep applying more force like a floor jack until his shoulder dislocates.
The sickening pop proved my theory.
In the span of ten seconds, I destroyed Nomu's knees and dislocated one of his arms. With only one functional arm left he should only be able to crawl. I looked to see what the leader of this ragtag group's reaction was to me taking out his trump card in less than a minute.
His shoulders were shaking, and the laughter was bordering on hysterical.
Amusement was not what I had expected.
"Kids today are so cool. You took Nomu apart in under a minute and you weren't even trying, that's impressive, truly. So much potential, too bad you won't live to see another day."
Before I could even contemplate his words, my vision blurred from how fast my head hit the concrete.
I managed to catch a glimpse of my attacker through the big dark fingers holding my face.
How did Nomu grab me with his dislocated arm so quickly?
My priorities took a shift when he started slamming my head into the ground repeatedly. The damage was minimal and repairing almost as fast as he was slamming me but it's the principle of the matter.
Nobody ragdolls me and gets away with it.
My right arm shifted into a three-foot-long blade that was promptly shoved through Nomu's wrist with a bloody squelch. A quarter turn counterclockwise cut more tendons, loosening his grip adding to my disgust. The yank back towards the way the blade went in almost finished the gruesome work of severing the appendage grabbing my face. Me jerking my head back tore the rest of the ligaments holding the limb.
The infernal hand slid off and fell with a wet plop onto the floor once it had nothing attached to it. Giving me a clear view of my attacker.
Nomu didn't show any signs of pain despite the clearly severed hand. It was eerie, almost inhuman how he just stood there on fixed knees like it was nothing.
I guess that's why All Might was giving me those looks when I blew my own arm off trying to use One for All.
Nomu's stump stopped bleeding and began to squirm. In a matter of seconds, a new skinless hand grew to replace the old one, followed shortly after by said missing skin. As if this day couldn't get any worse.
"Two quirks huh? I wonder how you guys managed that. Is that why he's practically braindead? Too much strain on his mind having more quirks than he can handle?" I asked, trying to get him talking while I take a moment to come up with a plan.
Eraserhead is busy trying to keep the grunts off of himself with one hand and no rest. While I may be dealing with a regenerating juggernaut, I haven't taken any significant damage. Aizawa however is hanging on by his teeth at this point. Best thing I can do for now is keep the heavy hitters away from him as long as possible.
A job I am well suited to.
"Clever little hero, yes, there are just some things that even high-speed regeneration can't fix. But its not like he needs to think to do his job." The nutcase answered flippantly.
"I don't know, he seems to be doing a pretty piss poor job of killing me and the guy in charge of thinking for him isn't much better." I antagonized like my best friend would have.
"Cute. But I must admit you fascinate me. Even if you had a durability quirk you wouldn't have been able to shrug off those blows to the head like that and change your arm into a blade. Perhaps a full body mutation with optional transformations?" I'd very much like to crack you open and see what makes you tick. Nomu- "
Before Handsy could finish giving Nomu his orders the warper did his thing and appeared right next to the blue haired villain.
"Tomura Shigaraki" The fog helpfully provided.
"Kurogiri, did you manage to kill Thirteen?" Shigaraki asked like a manager would his employees.
"The rescue hero is out of commission, but there were students I was unable to disperse and one of them got outside of the facility." Kurogiri admitted.
"Huh?!"
"Kurogiri… You fool… If you weren't our warp gate, I'd tear apart every last atom in your body." Shigaraki ground out while barely holding back his anger and scratching his neck with both hands.
"There's no way we can win if dozens of pros show up to stop us. It's game over. Back to the title screen, and I was looking forward to finishing this today. Damn it." He thought out loud once his little tantrum was under control.
"But before we go home, we need to kill this brat. He walked off taking a beating from Nomu and cut off one of his hands. Yet I still don't know what his quirk is." And here I thought he was going to just leave.
"Oh? Durability and transformation abilities? A rare combination, Master will want to study this one." Kurogiri said.
"This one is not the latest smartphone thank you very much and I doubt you will be able take me anywhere without losing a limb so I hope you can grow them back like your big dumb friend or else this is going to be a short fight." I blustered hoping they don't call my bluff. Truth is, with the warper now in play I am at a huge disadvantage.
"Not if I take yours first. You don't need your arms and legs. Nomu grab him."
Several things happened in the seconds after Tomura finished telling Nomu what to do.
I was pinned down by the monstrosity. His previous sluggish movements nowhere to be seen. Like he was programed to grab people over fighting them. Shigaraki was so close that I was afraid that he might actually get a chance to use his quirk on me. Even if I were to disperse myself, I don't know if that would prevent him from getting the five points of contact needed to activate it.
Before the terror could set in, salvation came in and blew the doors off their hinges with a big boom to go with it. His stride was oozing confidence and reassurance.
"Have no fear, students. I am here." All Might declared. His smile was not present, he must be really pissed.
Shigaraki was mumbling something about his game getting a continue but I only had one thought on my mind at the moment.
What took you so long old man?
Hey guys, sorry for the long wait. This year has been busier then normal with my dad needing help to setup his new gun range for an ATA shooting event on top of normal summer work, so I haven't had a lot of time to write new chapters for my stories. A guest reviewer pointed out that this story would get more reviews and views if I were to take it off the crossover listing. Mild spoilers ahead so if you want to avoid them don't read the italics. I have plans to add more from the terminator franchise as the story progresses and that's why I put this story in the crossover section. If enough people are ok with the change then I will take this story off the crossover listing. Otherwise I am going to leave it where it is. Anyways please leave a review they help me make this a better story and motivate me to keep on writing.
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