Welcome to the next batch of my story! In this chapter, we introduce a new player to the story. Don't worry if you're confused. It's meant to happen. Have fun reading!

RE:VELATIONS(You've seen hell. I've lived in it)

Needless to say, select members of the police force and the heroes had been very worried. First Spectre had flown under the radar, made his debut, threatened the very foundation of society...and then disappeared. The joint-team force had been vigilant ever since the message had been dropped to All Might(and to an even smaller amount of people, this was more alarming because it had been delivered to Yagi Toshinori), but years of waiting had exhausted them. In the days after his ominous declaration of war, everyone had been on high alert. In the months afterwards, with not a single victim(or, Nedzu stated darkly, not a single victim found) to increase Spectre's kill count, the men and women had begun to relax. After the first year's anniversary of Spectre's appearance(and subsequent disappearance), only the most dedicated members of the task force were still working on his case. The rest had locked the memories of the masked killer in a tight box, tucked it away into the vast recesses of their empty skulls and archived the information for later use(though everyone privately thought that it would be better to never touch those files ever again) and started going back to their previous work. The government had begun cutting down on their budget. Really, everyone had stopped caring. The logical assumption was that Spectre had given up after realizing that they were willing to pull in the Number One Hero himself to capture him.

Naturally, everyone forgot about how he had disabled All Might in the span of a minute.

And everyone refused to listen.

Listen to that gut feeling telling them that Spectre wasn't done.

The heroes were the ones that stayed glued to their task the longest. A commendable effort really. But time laughs at effort. Slowly, every so slowly, the world moved on. Sometimes Yagi Toshinori would wake up in the middle of the night to see a single red eye watching him(only for it to disappear when he blinked). Sometimes Nedzu's cameras would fizzle out and the last fraction of a frame they would capture would be that of a cloaked figure. Sometimes Aizawa Shouta would be patrolling the city and hear someone matching his pace softly and at an even pace, always staying behind him(and if he turned fast enough, he would catch something in the corner of his eye). But as the days went by, the weeks went by...Spectre became obsolete. New, more flashy villains showed up. Some put up a fight, others stayed elusive. No one had time left for someone who had left no trace on the world.

That would change.

Uraraka Ochako didn't know what to think about the kind boy who had stopped her from tripping and face-planting into the ground. It was a really nice thing to do(considering he had his nose buried in a book when she had stumbled) and he was polite about it, but the situation had gotten awkward when she had asked "her" for "her" name.

The boy, as it turned out(to her embarrassment), had shut the book with a harsh gesture, sighed for a total of three seconds, then proceeded to tell her that he was a guy. Before she could apologize, he had already wished her a nice day, reopened the book(to the same page, considering he didn't flip back and forth) and speed-walked through the gates of UA, oblivious to the stares he got while doing so. As he walked off, she hurried after his retreating back to at least get his name, only for the boy to turn round a corner and disappear. Much to her surprise, the corner he had turned into just led to a dead end(or rather, a couple of locked doors) and as she wondered about his quirk, she noticed the time. Promptly dismissing any thoughts about the mystery guy, she did a 180-degree turn and sprinted for the assembly area. Making it on time(barely), she slipped into her assigned seat and began listening to the briefing before the examination(which unsurprisingly but still exciting, was facilitated by Pro-Heroes). Leafing through the convenient pamphlet about the various "villain" types(and already estimating how many she could take down), her thoughts were interrupted by a loud, blue-haired teenager standing up and asking questions at full volume. Jeez...did no one teach him about having an inside voice? One thing that stood out(and was absolutely hilarious, at least to her), was that his hands started chopping the air(like a robot, she mused). He finished up by demanding an explanation, then turning around and pointing into his bemused audience.

"And as for you, do you realize that you have been muttering for the past five minutes? Apologize to those that were disturbed by you!"

Heads turned to track his finger, gazes landing on a girl(boy, Uraraka corrected herself), who looked up to meet their eyes. Pencil spinning lazily in one hand, his expression changed from confused to irritation in a matter of seconds. His pencil slowed to a stop, then an awkward silence enveloped the hall. The blue-haired boy waited expectantly, the green-haired boy deadpanned at the stares of countless UA applicants and Uraraka watched curiously, wondering what he would do. The boy smiled, a grin filled with way too many teeth(and if she was feeling creative, she would call it a snarl) and the pencil snapped abruptly. The sharp sound made everyone in the room do a collective flinch, before the majority of the teenagers turned away from the green-haired weirdo and Present Mic chuckled before nervously continuing by explaining why exactly there were four types of robots.

Uraraka watched the blue-haired boy toss a disapproving look towards the silent guy before turning back to thank Present Mic(once again, in a booming voice) for his explanation. The teenager sighed slightly, shoulders sagging before he pulled out another pencil and returned to scribbling on a piece of paper. With the show over, she reluctantly returned her attention to the conclusion of the talk, hoping that she would be able to talk(read: apologize) to him later.

She watched the guy continue reading his book while running over the things she had prepared in her head(and unfortunately, realized that her anti-motion sickness medicine had gone missing) and started walking over to properly introduce herself, before the blue-haired boy(Iida? The name sounded familiar...) stepped into her path. Luckily, she wasn't the source of his(rather rude) attention.

"Excuse me, but I would like you to apologize for your behaviour earlier!"

"Huh? Oh. It's you. It isn't nice to demand things from other people, you know?" Uraraka shivered at the cold gaze of the green-haired side of the conversation, his book once again transitioning from open to shut before she could notice his hands move.

"While I am demanding something from you, I have a good reason to do so! Your muttering disrupted the attention of several other people and that rudeness is inexcusable!"

"Oh really? So you're saying that I disturbed people? But what if I told you that you were the one doing the disturbing? You lack proper attention of your surroundings. You were the one that held everyone up just to shout at me and demand an explanation. You can act self-righteous, pretend you were doing the right things but… I'm not the one in the wrong here. So back off. Before I make you."

Iida spluttered and Uraraka snickered quietly, slightly unnerved by the steel in his voice. "My fault? This is outrageous! I would think-"

In the span of a few seconds, Greenie had dropped the book, pulled a gun out of his pocket and cocked it against Iida's temple. Not looking behind him, he caught the book before it hit the ground and smiled dimly at the shocked look on Iida's face. In a voice devoid of emotion, yet brimming with an undercurrent of danger, he spoke. "No, you don't really think at all, from what I can see. Now back off. I'd hate to remove what little remains of your intellect."

Before Uraraka or Iida could react, he holstered the weapon, put the book away and sprinted for the fake city. They watched him, confused, only to see him pass the starting line just as Present Mic hollered for the test to begin. Shaking themselves out of their stupor, the duo and the other remaining contestants took off after the green-haired blot in the distance, only to pause when the first "villains" came into view.

And unfortunately for them, the gun-toting teenager didn't have the same reservations. With a deranged grin only visible to the cameras installed around the fake city, he pulled out the same pistol(and another copy of it) from earlier, pointed each one at a robot and pulled the triggers.

All Might watched, struggling to keep his smile as his eyes followed the tiny bullets to their destination. As soon as they hit, twin explosions bloomed, the smoke clearing to reveal the mangled remains of the robots' heads as they slowly fell to the ground. Nedzu sent a drone to follow the teenager, just in time to watch him blur and reappear mid-leap, guns back in their holsters and a ridiculously oversized broadsword raised over his head. He swung as he fell and a three-pointer was cleaved into two misshapen halves as gravity reasserted its hold over the wielder. And as the teachers watching the cameras exclaimed their shock at the feat of inhuman strength, they heard him roar, the sound erasing their voices and in that brief moment, All Might saw the Spectre(Impossibleimpossibleimpossible).

"WHO'S NEXT?"

In the pin-drop silence afterwards, Ginji Yuki chuckled, a slow laugh that grew until it could compete with All Might's booming laughter. When they turned their gazes onto him, his laughter pattered away as quickly as it had come.

"What? Can't someone be proud of their protege?"

Present Mic winced at the feedback from the earpiece he had as the calmness of the situation in the "supervision room" erupted into chaos at that statement. Turning his attention back to the shell-shocked students and one green demon pouncing from faux villain to villain, he sighed and pulled out some popcorn to watch the show.

It would seem like there would be a clear winner for this section of the fake city.

While she was doing well, Uraraka couldn't help but feel disappointed in her score as a green blur of motion brushed past her for the umpteen time, laughing as he did, this time sporting a thin blade held loosely in one hand. Lunging at a one-pointer, he pierced through its eye section and left the saber there before backflipping and landing(somehow without his legs breaking) softly before running off to pull someone out of the path of the robot as it began its descent to meet the ground. First he had pointed a gun at someone's head and threatened to pull the trigger, then used the same pistol to turn a robot's head into a smoking, melted crater(she shuddered at the image of that hole in someone's head) and started pulling weapon after weapon out of...somewhere, outlandish, crazy swords and spears and rifles that he just discarded after their use was over(though she did see them disappear after a while). Then while the unfortunate members of this section of the false city were still reeling from the insanity(and jumping when he shouted to the heavens), he proceeded to clean sweep every bot in a ten meter radius, showing not a single hint of his Quirk(unless it was some all-rounded one like All Might's quirk, which was really cool and unfair). Yeah. Needless to say, she was still hearing people curse him even twenty minutes into the test. If she were being a lesser person, she would be one of the ones not-so-discreetly attempting to sabotage him.

But, as she wasn't, Uraraka just stuck with amping up her efforts to get points as he darted around, this time sporting a scythe, of all things. With several spins(reminding her of a wheel), he tore a hole through a robot's chest with close to little effort, not even stopping to watch the resulting explosion. Instead, he chose to yank a purple-haired boy from his position, whisper into his ear and take off again. The purple, messy-haired individual gave his quickly disappearing form a baffled look, then grimaced and dashed off at a slower place when Present Mic announced that there were five minutes left. Uraraka pushed Greenie's oddities out of her head and continued destroying robots, nausea rising in her and occasionally stopping to retch for a few seconds, waiting for her stomach to settle. After a particularly heavy lift, she held her breath as bile stung the back of her throat, almost making its way into her mouth before she forced it down. Taking a moment to rest and lay her head against the cool surface of a building(props to the designers and heroes involved in the construction), she wasn't fast enough to move out of the way when the zero-pointer finally made its appearance. Just as her head snapped up towards the source of the sudden shuddering of the floor, a colossal piece of wreckage was already hurtling towards her. Kicking off the wall just before the truck-sized piece of rubble hit her head on, she managed to get out of the injury zone. Unfortunately, it had shattered upon impact and a small piece of concrete smashed into her temple, which caused Uraraka's legs to falter in their strides long enough for a now small car sized remnant of the original piece to hit her midsection. Screaming out in pain, she was thrown to the floor by the weight of the rubble(and felt the pressure increase on her spine as more chunks added to the pile). Uraraka attempted to squirm free(a good attempt, but unsuccessful) and only managed to scrape her skin against the rough ground. Instinctively reaching to tap one of the chunks, she froze when another surge of nausea made itself known and her hand fell back to her side limply. So dazed by the sight of the world doing a few loops, she could only stare at the other retreating applicants, not a single one sparing a glance for her predicament.

A cold pit opened in her stomach. Some heroes they were. Running away, not even looking back as they tried to save their own lives. Was this really the future of heroics? These panicking teenagers, pushing each other out of the way to have a clearer path of escape? Sighing, she resumed her struggles, a cry for help dying before it could even get out of her throat. As the ground tremors got closer, she struggled harder, getting out from under the wreckage inch by inch as she did so. When only her legs were stuck under the stones, a large shadow cast itself over her, almost like a shroud. Uraraka looked up, just in time to watch a giant foot step on the objects she was trapped under. A good thing, for there was now nothing blocking her path to freedom. Bad news, the concrete wasn't the only thing ground into the dirt.

Now screaming(or rather tearing at her vocal chords), tears rolled down her face as her legs radiated pain, which was subsequently dulled by the adrenaline(and shock). Not even in the right state of mind to drag herself to safety, she mumbled incoherently as the leg raised again to finish what it started, almost taunting the onlookers with how slow the ascent and descent was.

"Nedzu, do something! We need to get that girl out of there!"

"Power Loader and I are trying our best, but there's something wrong with the code!"

"All Might, can't you go down and save her?"

"OF COURSE! I AM-"

"Now now, let's not be hasty. This is a test to find future heroes. What self-respecting heroes wouldn't save a damsel in distress?"

"Are you actually serious you psychopath? She's going to die! These teenagers have little to no training and the zero-pointers aren't supposed to be defeated!"

"Am I the only one here that hasn't forgotten the little monster we have in the vicinity?"

The heroes turned as one to deadpan at the confidence of the silver-haired, cold-blooded bastard that was (unfortunately) a teacher at UA. He raised an eyebrow, then turned on the small radio he had been tinkering with, unnoticed until now.

It crackled before a dull, almost dead voice was broadcasted. "I've made sure that everyone's safe, minus Uraraka-san. To tell the truth, I'm disappointed with all of them."

"Ikari, hurry up before she dies."

"Not even a thank you? Ok…"

Everyone, from the students watching the zero-pointer with dread to the currently panicking heroes to the moving-at-high-speeds All Might paused when a sudden surge of heavy killing intent filled the simulated city. Eyes trained on the tiny figure shouldering a limp, almost boneless companion. It placed the companion down next to All Might(who immediately whisked the girl off to Recovery Girl), away from the robot, which had stopped its ominous gesture to stare at him. As the robot lunged with an arm much, much faster than one would expect from the size of it, they flinched as it collided with the figure. Yet, instead of limbs and organs flying everywhere, the arm shuddered before coming to a dead stop after the hit. A glint of light later, the huge fingers, then the palm and then the arm was sliced into neat cross-sections while the figure ran up the arm and pulled out something much, much bigger than itself while ascending.

"Is that a rocket launcher?"

"More like a grenade launcher, but yeah."

"He's loading it with a lot of explosives."

"Yep"

"Should we stop the exercise?"

"Wait and see."

With a bloodcurdling roar, more animal than human and much, much louder than earlier filled the air. Many hands slapped over their ears and more than one person felt their eardrums pop in response to the sudden noise. Then the firestorm started. The figure kicked off the shoulder of the colossal behemoth and unloaded into its face, flash after flash of light, slowly getting brighter as explosions resonated throughout the silent city. As the resulting recoil somehow propelled the figure towards its awestruck watchers, the robot slowly crumpled as molten metal cascaded around it. When the projectiles stopped and the distant figure became clearer, the user fell to the ground a few meters away from the main cluster of applicants with a thump(and face first into the tarmac). Groaning as they got to their feet and aided by the smoking weapon(which was worryingly glowing white hot), the green haired teenager pumped a fist into the air as the zero-pointer, now little more than a pile of scrap and liquid metal, clattered on the floor.

Turning around, they revealed a face splashed with glowing embers and blood. Enthusiasm not dimmed by the disgusting look that was their face, they sported a megawatt-level grin(which was horrible to look at, considering even a few teeth were stained with blood).

The radio crackled to life a second time.

"So, how well did I do?"

This chapter was really, really fun to write. I mean, I've been waiting for the point where I could link this story to canon and throw a wrench into the machine. While the powers of "Ikari" here are highly confusing and "Ginji" still around, I hope that you guys have plenty to think about. Anyhow, I hope this chapter was interesting.