Chapter 28: Shigaraki his biggest mistake
Izuku observed with a twisted satisfaction as Eraserhead succumbed to the relentless assault of the nomu. The green-haired villain revelled in the chaos he had orchestrated, the hero's defeat a testament to the calculated malevolence that had unfolded.
Approaching Shigaraki, the mastermind behind the League of Villains, the nomu inquired, "How did you even make that thing?"
Shigaraki, with an air of detached amusement, glanced at the nomu before responding, "Oh, this beast? It's a result of some quirk experiments. A mix of raw power and mindless obedience. Quite the effective tool, isn't it?"
The nomu's demeanor remained inscrutable, a silent sentinel under Shigaraki's command. Meanwhile, Izuku, hidden behind his metallic skull mask, continued to assess the unfolding events. The nomu's creation held a disturbing implication, a testament to the League's willingness to delve into the realm of unethical experimentation.
Shigaraki, seemingly unperturbed, reveled in his apparent triumph. "You see, Faded, this is just the beginning. With creatures like this at our disposal, heroes won't stand a chance. And I have more surprises in store."
As the villain continued to boast, Izuku contemplated the gravity of the situation. Shigaraki's hubris and the creation of the nomu marked a turning point, a stark reminder that the League of Villains was not to be underestimated. The battle at the USJ had escalated beyond a mere clash of quirks; it had become a manifestation of dark ambitions.
In the shadows, hidden beneath the guise of Faded, Izuku sensed the weight of responsibility. His alliance with the League of Villains was a dangerous dance, and every move he made had consequences. As the nomu stood vigilant and Shigaraki reveled in his misguided triumph, Izuku grappled with the knowledge that his actions had set in motion a series of events that would shape the future of hero society.
The echoes of Shigaraki's folly reverberated, leaving an indelible mark on the young villain who walked amidst the chaos, a pawn in a game where the stakes grew higher with each passing moment.
As the mist man reappeared, his form swirling and solidifying within the confines of the USJ, he delivered his report with an air of detachment. "A blue-haired student managed to escape. Seems he possesses a speed quirk, so we can expect hero reinforcements to arrive soon."
Shigaraki's response was laced with disdain. "If you weren't our ticket out of here, I would have eradicated you without a second thought."
The mist man, undeterred by Shigaraki's threat, maintained his composed demeanor. "Rest assured, our escape plan remains intact. We must act swiftly before the heroes regroup and corner us further."
Izuku observed the exchange, his mind calculating the implications of the blue-haired student's escape and the impending arrival of reinforcements. The delicate balance of power within the USJ hung in the balance, teetering on the edge of chaos.
As Shigaraki and the mist man exchanged terse words, Izuku remained vigilant, acutely aware of the shifting dynamics of the situation. Each decision made by the League of Villains carried profound consequences, and their success hinged on precise execution and calculated strategy.
In the midst of uncertainty, Izuku grappled with the weight of his allegiance to the League. His role in orchestrating chaos and upheaval had brought him to this pivotal moment, where the lines between right and wrong blurred in the face of ambition and desperation.
As the mist man and Shigaraki continued their discourse, Izuku's thoughts raced, his mind a battleground of conflicting emotions and loyalties. In the crucible of adversity, he found himself standing at the crossroads of destiny, where every choice shaped the course of his fate and the destiny of those around him.
With the specter of hero reinforcements looming on the horizon, the League of Villains stood poised to unleash their nefarious agenda upon the world. And in the shadows, Faded, the enigmatic figure whose actions reverberated with profound consequences, prepared to confront the challenges that lay ahead, forging his path in a world gripped by turmoil and uncertainty.
Black Eagle's voice resonated within Izuku's mind, its chilling tone cutting through the tumultuous atmosphere of the USJ. "All Might will be here in a few minutes. I can sense his soul approaching," he announced with an ominous certainty.
As the gravity of Black Eagle's revelation settled upon Izuku, he realized that the imminent arrival of All Might would escalate the already precarious situation. The Symbol of Peace, renowned for his formidable strength and unwavering resolve, posed a formidable obstacle to the League of Villains' machinations.
Izuku's thoughts raced, contemplating the impending clash between All Might and the League. The weight of his involvement in these villainous schemes pressed upon him, and he grappled with the consequences of the path he had chosen. The nexus of heroism and villainy converged around him, each decision propelling him further into the abyss of uncertainty.
A sense of foreboding lingered in the air, and as the League of Villains prepared for the inevitable confrontation with All Might, Izuku found himself standing at the crossroads once again. The echoes of Black Eagle's words reverberated within, a haunting reminder of the intricate web of destiny that entwined his existence.
In the midst of chaos, Izuku's internal struggle mirrored the tumult in the USJ. The countdown to All Might's arrival heralded a climactic moment, where alliances and loyalties would be tested, and the trajectory of lives would be forever altered.
As he braced himself for the impending clash, Izuku's mind became a battleground, torn between the forces that sought to shape his destiny. And in the shadows, the enigmatic Faded grappled with the echoes of a past that fueled his journey into the heart of darkness.
Black Eagle's voice resonated with a blend of contempt and intrigue, its chilling cadence cutting through the tumultuous air. "A soul both rotten and holy, quite rare," he mused, his words laden with a profound observation. "However, his idiotic ideology is the opposite of ours."
Izuku listened, his mind tethered to the haunting echoes of Black Eagle's words. The mention of a fateful day on a rooftop stirred memories, dredging up fragments of a past that shaped his journey into the abyss of villainy.
The recollection unfolded like a somber tableau, etched in the annals of his consciousness. The rooftop, a crucible of fate where choices were forged and destinies entwined, cast a long shadow over Izuku's existence. It was a moment of reckoning, where the boundaries between heroism and villainy blurred, and the path ahead diverged into darkness.
As Black Eagle invoked the memory, Izuku's thoughts converged upon that pivotal juncture, a nexus of conflicting ideals and irreconcilable truths. The echoes of that encounter resonated within him, a testament to the indelible mark it left upon his soul.
In the crucible of remembrance, Izuku grappled with the weight of his past, confronting the dichotomy of his existence. The rooftop stood as a testament to the choices made and the destinies foretold, a testament to the duality that defined his journey.
As he stood on the precipice of destiny, the echoes of that fateful day reverberated within him, a haunting reminder of the path he had chosen. In the convergence of light and shadow, heroism and villainy, Izuku stood as a harbinger of fate, bound by the threads of his own making.
And as Black Eagle's words lingered in the air, Izuku braced himself for the tumult that lay ahead, a journey fraught with peril and possibility, where the line between salvation and damnation blurred into obscurity.
Mashirao approached Ochaco with a heavy heart, a solemn expression etched on his face as he knelt beside her. Thirteen's lifeless form cast a pall of grief over the students, and the weight of the loss pressed upon them like a leaden shroud.
"Mina and Eijiro managed to get away, but Thirteen..." Ochaco's voice wavered with sorrow, the tears in her eyes reflecting the anguish that gripped her soul.
Mashirao placed a comforting hand on Ochaco's shoulder, a gesture of solace amidst the palpable sorrow. "I can't believe this happened. Thirteen was our teacher, our protector. And now..."
Ochaco's voice trembled as she spoke, grappling with the harsh reality of the situation. "We're just students. We never signed up for this kind of danger. How did everything go so wrong?"
Mashirao, though burdened by his own grief, tried to offer a semblance of reassurance. "We'll get through this. We have to stay strong for the others and for ourselves. Thirteen believed in us, and we can't let her sacrifice be in vain."
The weight of responsibility settled upon them, and Ochaco wiped away her tears, her determination beginning to replace the initial shock. "You're right, Mashirao. We can't let fear paralyze us. Thirteen gave her all to protect us, and now we have to keep going."
As they rose from their somber vigil, a sense of purpose kindled within them, fueled by the memory of their fallen teacher. The entrance lay before them, a portal to an uncertain future, but they faced it with newfound resolve.
"We need to find the others and regroup," Mashirao said, his voice steady with determination. "We can't let fear control us. We have quirks, training, and each other. That's what makes us heroes, even if we didn't ask for this."
Ochaco nodded, the echoes of Thirteen's teachings guiding them forward. "Let's do this, Mashirao. For Thirteen, and for everyone else counting on us."
In the face of tragedy, the students of Class 1-A forged an unspoken pact to honor their fallen teacher by standing resilient in the storm that raged around them. The echoes of determination reverberated through the darkened halls of the USJ, a testament to the indomitable spirit that would guide them through the trials ahead.
Izuku gritted his teeth as the mocking voice echoed in his mind. Black Eagle's laughter, now mimicking a distorted version of All Might's iconic proclamation, reverberated through his thoughts. It was a cruel parody that taunted him from within, adding another layer of torment to the chaos unfolding around him.
"All Might... the Symbol of Peace," Black Eagle's voice continued, dripping with sarcasm. "More like the Symbol of Folly, wouldn't you say, Midoriya?"
Izuku tried to push aside the distracting voice, focusing on the situation at hand. All Might was swiftly dealing with the remaining villains, leaving only a handful for the heroes to contend with. Yet, the dissonance in his mind made concentration elusive.
As All Might approached the central plaza, Izuku clenched his fists. Black Eagle's mocking laughter persisted, echoing through his thoughts like a sinister chorus. He felt a surge of frustration, both at the villainous presence in his mind and the helplessness he experienced.
The green-haired villain forced himself to drown out the mocking voice, reminding himself of the task at hand. There was a mission to accomplish, even if it meant cooperating with the League of Villains. His conflicted emotions swirled beneath a façade of determination as he prepared for the next steps in this twisted dance between heroes and villains.
Shigaraki's laughter echoed through the USJ, a mocking symphony in response to All Might's defiant proclamation. The atmosphere crackled with tension as the Symbol of Peace faced off against the League of Villains' leader.
All Might, once the beacon of hope and assurance, stood firm despite the derisive laughter. His eyes, now devoid of their usual warmth, bore into Shigaraki with a stern intensity. The cheers of the students, fueled by All Might's declaration, were met with an unsettling undercurrent of laughter in Izuku's mind – a stark contrast to the heroism on display.
As the confrontation unfolded, Shigaraki reveled in the opportunity to challenge the Symbol of Peace. "You heroes and your speeches," he sneered. "Always clinging to your ideals. Well, let's see how well your 'Symbol of Peace' holds up against this."
In the midst of their exchange, Black Eagle's voice chimed in once again, a dark whisper in Izuku's thoughts. "Ah, the grand spectacle of heroism. How poetic, don't you think, Midoriya? The Symbol of Peace about to face a challenge that might shatter his image forever."
Izuku gritted his teeth, trying to drown out the mocking commentary. The battle between All Might and Shigaraki escalated, each move carrying the weight of a clash between ideologies. The students watched in awe and fear, unaware of the sinister presence echoing through one of their own. The USJ became a stage for a showdown, with the outcome uncertain and the ramifications looming over the hero society.
Nomu, the monstrous creation of the League of Villains, sprung into action at Shigaraki's command. Its hulking form moved with unnatural speed towards All Might, who shifted into a combat-ready stance.
All Might's frown deepened as he assessed the threat before him. "So, this is your trump card, Villain? A mindless beast meant to take me down?" He spoke with a mixture of disappointment and determination.
Shigaraki grinned maliciously. "Oh, it's more than just a mindless beast. It's the embodiment of your failure, All Might. A creation that surpasses your vaunted strength." The villain's eyes gleamed with anticipation.
Black Eagle's voice echoed in Izuku's mind, cold and calculating. "This is where the real test begins, Midoriya. Can the Symbol of Peace withstand the culmination of their twisted ambitions?"
The atmosphere crackled with tension as Nomu closed in on All Might. With a burst of incredible speed, the beast unleashed a barrage of powerful strikes. All Might, despite the overwhelming force, managed to block and evade the attacks.
"You're quick, Nomu. But speed alone won't defeat me!" All Might declared, countering with a devastating punch that sent Nomu skidding back. The students, watching in awe, clung to the hope that their hero would prevail.
Shigaraki's laughter pierced the air once again. "Isn't this exciting, Midoriya? The mighty Symbol of Peace struggling against the embodiment of chaos. And who knows, maybe this is the beginning of the end for him."
Izuku couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that Black Eagle reveled in this chaos. The villain's voice continued to taunt him, blending with the sounds of the fierce battle unfolding in the USJ.
As All Might and Nomu clashed, the outcome of this duel remained uncertain. The Symbol of Peace faced a challenge that tested not only his strength but also the very essence of heroism in the face of relentless darkness.
All Might and Nomu engaged in a fierce battle, the clash of titans echoing throughout the USJ. The students, still shaken from the earlier chaos, watched with bated breath as their symbol of peace confronted the monstrous creation.
All Might, with unmatched speed, delivered a series of powerful blows, aiming to subdue the formidable Nomu. "I won't let you harm these students! United States of Smash!" His fist connected with Nomu, creating shockwaves that reverberated through the air.
Nomu, however, proved to be a resilient adversary. It absorbed the impact and retaliated with a flurry of strikes, each one possessing monstrous strength. All Might skillfully dodged and blocked, but Nomu's relentless assault continued.
Shigaraki, observing from a distance, reveled in the chaos. "Come on, Nomu! Show him the futility of being a hero!" His laughter echoed, adding to the grim atmosphere.
As the battle unfolded, Black Eagle's voice taunted Izuku. "Impressive, isn't it? The Symbol of Peace pushed to his limits by a creation born from chaos. A glimpse into the future, perhaps?"
All Might, determined to protect the students, unleashed a devastating attack. "Detroit Smash!" The impact sent Nomu crashing into the ground, creating a sizable crater. The students erupted in cheers, hopeful that their hero had prevailed.
But Nomu, to everyone's shock, emerged from the wreckage seemingly unscathed. Its regenerative abilities defied the expectations of both heroes and villains alike.
Shigaraki's laughter intensified. "You see, All Might? Nomu is no ordinary foe. It's the culmination of our efforts, a force that transcends the conventional hero narrative."
All Might, undeterred, prepared for another round. "I won't let you destroy the peace we've worked so hard to build! Plus Ultra!" With a burst of incredible strength, he delivered a final, decisive blow that sent Nomu hurtling out of the USJ.
The atmosphere shifted as Nomu crashed into the distance. All Might, visibly drained but triumphant, turned to face the students. "Fear not, young ones. The Symbol of Peace will always stand against the forces of darkness."
As All Might reassured the students, a lingering sense of foreboding remained. The battle had showcased the emergence of a new breed of villains, and the shadows of uncertainty cast a pall over the once secure halls of U.A. High School.
Black Eagle's voice echoed in Izuku's mind, its tone filled with a chilling certainty. "Did you notice, Midoriya? Nomu, for all its strength, lacks a crucial element: a functioning brain. It's a mindless weapon, a mere pawn in their game."
Izuku processed this information, his mind racing with thoughts. "No brain? How does it even function without one?"
The voice continued, mocking and sinister. "Nomu is the embodiment of raw power, a mindless force of destruction. It doesn't think, it doesn't strategize. It's a weapon crafted solely for chaos."
As All Might addressed the students, reassuring them after the intense battle, Izuku couldn't shake the unsettling feeling. The revelation about Nomu raised more questions about the League of Villains' motives and the nature of their creations.
Black Eagle's laughter echoed again, a dark undercurrent beneath the surface. "Be wary, Midoriya. This is just the beginning. The shadows of chaos loom large, and you're standing on the precipice of a new era."
Izuku, masked in his dark attire, observed the aftermath of the battle, a sense of unease settling in the pit of his stomach. The events at the USJ marked a turning point, and the road ahead seemed shrouded in uncertainty.
As the gunshot rang through the USJ dome, signaling the arrival of additional heroes, Black Eagle's voice pierced through Izuku's thoughts. "Well, looks like the cavalry of the heroes is here," the tone laced with a hint of amusement.
Izuku shifted his attention from Black Eagle's commentary to the entrance, where the new heroes made their bold appearance. Midnight, Present Mic, Snipe, Cementoss, Ectoplasm, and even Nezu himself stood at the forefront. The situation had taken an unexpected turn.
Black Eagle's voice continued, analyzing the situation. "All Might seems to have been weakened, and now with more heroes joining the fray, the odds might tilt in their favor. But don't get too comfortable, Midoriya. The dance of chaos is far from over."
Shigaraki's failed attempt to reach All Might marked the beginning of a chaotic confrontation between heroes and villains. Midnight's whip cracked through the air, and Present Mic's voice resonated with a powerful force. Snipe aimed his rifle with precision, Cementoss prepared for defensive maneuvers, and Ectoplasm readied his clones.
Nezu, perched on Snipe's shoulder, observed the scene with keen intelligence. The heroes were ready to face the League of Villains, who, in turn, prepared for a clash that would echo through the USJ.
Izuku, hidden within the shadows of the chaos, contemplated his role in this unfolding narrative. Black Eagle's laughter echoed, a dark symphony accompanying the impending clash of powers and ideologies.
As the battle unfolded, Izuku knew that the choices he made in the coming moments could shape the course of this dark symphony, and the dance of chaos would continue to spiral into the unknown.
The chaos in the USJ continued, but suddenly, Kurogiri intervened, warping Shigaraki away from the immediate conflict. The misty villain turned his attention to Izuku, a tone of regret evident in his voice. "I apologize for this, Faded. The young master has ordered the slaughter of all other villains involved in this attack by the Nomu. You're spared for now because it's currently healing in the mountains. Once it's done, it will come after you. I apologize."
With those words, Kurogiri disappeared, leaving Izuku standing amidst the aftermath of the battle. Shigaraki, oblivious to the fate of his comrades, was left to deal with the incoming heroes.
Unbeknownst to Shigaraki and Kurogiri, the decision to spare Izuku, nicknamed Faded, would prove to be a fatal mistake. As the mist villain vanished, the repercussions of their choices began to unfold, setting the stage for a series of events that would further complicate the dance of chaos. The shadows of the mountains concealed not only the Nomu's healing but also the looming storm that Faded was about to unleash upon the League of Villains.
As the Nomu prepared to strike, an unexpected intervention occurred. A mysterious figure stepped forward, blocking the Nomu's attack with his arm. The Nomu, confused by the unexpected resistance, looked at the man's face. The atmosphere shifted as the man stood, facing both heroes and villains alike. Then, the unsettling sound began—a laugh that echoed through the entire USJ.
It was an unholy laugh, cold and maniacal, brimming with malice and intense hatred. The chilling laughter sent shivers down the spines of everyone present in the building—UA staff, students, and even the villains who were just regaining consciousness. The Nomu, a mindless creature, took a step back in response to the eerie aura emanating from the laughing man.
The building tension added another layer of complexity to the already chaotic scene, leaving everyone on edge, wondering about the identity and motives of this mysterious figure. As the unsettling laughter continued, the Nomu, temporarily halted by the strange encounter, stood at a distance, seemingly affected by the enigmatic presence in its midst.
Despite the unsettling laughter and the Nomu's temporary hesitation, the green-haired villain with the twisted smile remained unfazed. His demeanor under the metallic skull mask revealed nothing but a sense of twisted amusement. As the mysterious figure continued to laugh, the green-haired villain observed the unfolding situation with a calculating gaze.
The Nomu, caught between the mysterious figure and the heroes, seemed uncertain about its next move. The laughter persisted, creating an atmosphere of unease and tension. It was a moment frozen in time, where the clash between heroes and villains took an unexpected turn, introducing an element of mystery that left everyone on edge.
In the midst of chaos, the green-haired villain's enigmatic presence and eerie composure hinted at a deeper layer of complexity to the unfolding events. The building tension only added to the intrigue, leaving both heroes and villains grappling with the uncertainty of what would happen next in this tumultuous encounter at the USJ.
Black Eagle's sudden appearance and the swift, decisive action against the Nomu left both heroes and villains in shock. The man with tar-like skin, clad in a trench coat and military cap, exuded an aura of authority and power. Izuku, who was well-acquainted with Black Eagle, could sense the gravity of the situation.
The Nomu, a formidable creation designed for chaos, was obliterated with a single, calculated strike. The head of the Nomu shattered into countless fragments, creating an eerie silence in the USJ. Black Eagle stood there, a symbol of unpredictability, as heroes and villains alike grappled with the aftermath of this unexpected turn of events.
As the dust settled, Black Eagle turned to face both the heroes and the remaining villains. The heroes, still in the dark about this mysterious figure's identity, were on high alert, unsure of the intentions behind the sudden intervention.
Black Eagle spoke, his voice resonating with an air of indifference. "Chaos has its limits, and even the most chaotic entities can be brought to heel." The words hung in the air, leaving an unsettling feeling among those present. The heroes, villains, and Black Eagle now stood at a crossroads, each contemplating the implications of this unforeseen twist in the ongoing conflict.
In the midst of uncertainty, one thing was clear — Black Eagle had entered the stage, and the dynamics of the USJ encounter had taken a dark and enigmatic turn.
"Now then we bid you adieu."
With those final words, Black Eagle signaled the end of his presence in the USJ. In a swift motion, both he and the green-haired villain vanished into thin air, leaving behind a lingering sense of unease and mystery.
The heroes and villains stood in stunned silence, grappling with the abrupt departure of these enigmatic figures. The suddenness of their exit left questions lingering in the air, their motives and intentions shrouded in uncertainty.
As the dust settled and the chaos of the encounter began to ebb, the gravity of the situation sank in. The heroes, tasked with protecting society from the forces of villainy, now faced an even greater challenge — understanding the true nature of the threats that lurked in the shadows.
For Izuku, the encounter with Black Eagle had stirred a whirlwind of emotions and revelations. The cryptic messages, the chilling laughter, and the swift action against the Nomu hinted at a deeper layer of complexity to the ongoing struggle between heroes and villains.
As the echoes of Black Eagle's departure faded into the ether, the heroes regrouped, their resolve strengthened by the events that had transpired. Though the path ahead remained uncertain, one thing was clear — the battle between good and evil would continue, with each side driven by their own convictions and ambitions.
And so, with the departure of Black Eagle and the green-haired villain, the USJ stood as a testament to the fragile balance between chaos and order, a reminder of the challenges that lay ahead in the ongoing struggle for justice and righteousness.