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Aizawa looked at the teenager beside him and the manner in which he braced himself for the coming conflict. His hands were prepared and ready to summon a weapon to his side at a moment's notice and if instructed, he would undoubtedly go down there and be a force to be reckoned with.
The teacher however knew, that while possibly capable of assisting him, he couldn't send a kid down into a battlezone.
"Protect them," he commanded. "Remember, heroes don't kill."
With his words said, he turned and started barking orders to his fellow hero in Thirteen. As Midoryia tried to argue that he couldn't take them all on and that his battle style wasn't suited, he lowered his specialized visor onto his face. "A hero always has more than one trick up his sleeve," he concluded before he leapt off the railing.
As he descended towards the pack, his quirk activated, preventing himself from being fired upon by those who had ranged abilities. Landing amongst them, he went to work, his capture tape quickly binding multiple enemies and with a swift tug, was able to make them collide together. Probably not enough damage to take them out for the duration of the battle, but it gave him some time to work on the rest of them.
"He erases quirks huh," said a bulk of a man, his body made of stone and had an extra two arms at his disposal. His strength amongst those around him who had been hired for the job was second to none and because his quirk was mutation based, he sincerely doubted that the man in front of him had the ability to render him merely human. "Can you even..."
That was as far as the man got before immeasurable amounts of pain coursed through his body. Despite the hardness that he possessed, an arrow had pierced through his calf sending pain shooting through his system. Aizawa, seeing the opportunity before him, capitalized by punching the man square in the face and enacting his way of capturing those who did have mutation quirks. While the assistance was appreciated, he needed to tell the brat that he should have a little more faith in him.
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"C'mon! We've got to evacuate!" shouted Iida trying desperately to grab the attention of those who were watching their teacher go against the invading forces.
"I'm afraid I cannot allow that."
The class froze in place behind Thirteen, the hero garbed in the astronaut attire stretching out his arms in order to prevent anybody directly in his shadow from stepping forth into the black vortex which had manifested before them. Stepping from the shadows was the villain responsible for being able to directly transport all these people into the facility.
"Greetings," he said in a surprisingly polite tone. "I apologize, but we took it upon ourselves to enter Yuuei Academy, the base of heroes, in order to engage with All Might, the 'Symbol of Peace.' We were wondering if we would be allowed the opportunity to extinguish him you see. Was All Might not meant to be at this juncture? Perhaps had something been altered? Ah well...setting that aside..."
Whatever was meant to immediately follow was cut short as the students and Thirteen watched in awe as Shirou almost materialized behind the villain who was impeding their path. His arm was held back over his shoulder, his weapon on choice poised to strike and in a single motion, he swung.
Thirteen was unable to react in time as the black vortex appeared next to him and the weapon collided with his shoulder with enough force to almost break his arm. He could hear the students cry out in shock about what had just transpired but he was already breaking down several important facts, most notably the fact that he hadn't been mortally wounded by a bladed weapon. Instead of his flesh being sliced by steel, he had been hit with a shinai, a training weapon used for kendo.
"Curious, and here I was thinking that you would have gone straight for the kill," said the villain, almost perplexed by the fact that he hadn't been able to read the situation in its entirety. "Wise though, knowing full well that I had the ability to manipulate where your strike would land."
"I have a couple theories regarding how best to get past your power," said Shirou as he rested his manifested weapon of choice on his shoulder. Torashinai seemed to be purring in his ear, almost upset that it hadn't struck true of its intended target.
"My, if your mind is working it's way into getting through my quirk then you are more of a villain than I," they said before twin portals opened mere inches from Shirou's face. The other side of the portals came through two attacks, one from Bakugo and one from Kirishima. The explosion that Bakugo unleashed struck him square in the face while Kirishima's blow cracked him across the kaw, knocking his head violently to the side.
"Shit!" cursed Bakugo, likely more angry with having missed the target in front of him than having hit Shirou.
"Sorry man," apologized Kirishima.
Shirou merely rubbed at his jaw as he turned his head back around to face the shadowy figure in front of him. "The strength of those blows would have rendered any normal man unconscious, yet here you stand," they said menacingly. "I believe we are lucky to have brought him along."
Shirou's eyes sharpened at the mention of someone who the man before him believed could match or even surpass him in combat. It was during this singular moment that black tendrils spread in all directions, swiftly encompassing all in their wake. Shirou mentally cursed as he tried to leap backwards away from the darkness that threatened to consume him to no avail. He could only hope that those who had been furthest away from the man had been able to escape his clutch.
"Scatter."
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Aizawa stumbled to the side as he avoided the knife strike which threatened to slice open his abdomen. He couldn't allow any more damage to befall his body, not after having had his elbow broken and nearly disintegrated by the man whom seemed as if he was partially leading the group.
If his ability and the fact that he had been the first to deal some manner of damage wasn't an indication that he was one of the strongest present, then the fact that he had gone into a monologue helped solidify the idea. Villains and their monologues, just stupid ways to boats about how superior they were or how the world would change because of their nefarious plan.
It was then that the shadow loomed over him and he couldn't help but turn to look at who was about to strike him down. Large, was the first word to come to mind considering that the man's hand looked as if it could crush his skull with minimal effort. The exposed brain looked as if it was an obvious weak point but with it being as open as it was meant the person knew that they would have to defend it when the situation arose.
A beastial arm began it's decent towards him and Aizawa knew that he had to move. He had no way of anticipating how quickly the blow descended upon him, striking him clean and causing his specialized goggles to go flying off of his head. He crashed to the ground spectacularly, his body reeling from the damage that it had sustained.
Aizawa struggled to push himself to his knees, feeling blood flow from freshly made wounds. He knew that he had to move but his body refused to respond at the pace he wished of it. Turning his head, he was able to watch the behemoth march towards him at an almost leisurely pace. That was until the projectiles began to rain down, encircling him as if protectively. Barely a second was all it took for near twenty swords of differing sizes and shapes to create a barrier between him and all those who wished him harm.
Understandably, they all looked upwards curious as to where the weapons had fallen from. Aizawa, whilst knowing, couldn't help but look himself to find Shirou falling from a height that should have been impossible for him to get to in the first place. Despite the impending death that potentially awaiting him from having fallen from such a height with the ground waiting for him below, Shirou had summoned a bow to his side and had the string pulled backwards before launching an arrow.
Said arrow was knocked to the side by the monster of a man, the target of Shirou's attack. Seemingly unfazed, Shirou opted to send three more arrows outwards, each weapon striking the calf of its intended target and rendering them essentially incapable of fighting any longer.
Shirou then struck the ground. Struck the ground hard. Aizawa couldn't help but swallow a lump that had formed in his throat as having watched Shirou fall and hit the floor. From the moment the swords had implanted themselves into the dirt and Shirou hitting the surface had taken no more than three seconds, yet well enough time for anyone without a strength quirk to have their bones shatter and their life potentially lost.
Aizawa was not one to gawk at a situation at the best of times. Watching his student stand up after having hit the ground at a speed which should have rendered him immobile, was such a circumstance which he would be forgiven for having made the expression he currently was.
He had hypothesized that there was more to Shirou than what met the eye. His feats during the opening test he had crafted had proved that Shirou was not only capable of crafting weapons, but that his quirk may have altered his body in such a way that it allowed him to utilize said weapons to their maximum potential.
This was merely a hypothesis, one that he had intended on taking a long time breaking down and proving through numerous tests. Now however he merely had to hope that whatever the truth was, it was enough to walk away victorious.
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Shirou allowed the bow in his hand to dissipate into nothing before his trusted twin blades formed in his hands. He had his eyes set on a single target, the one who had been able to bat the arrow that had threatened to pierce his flesh out of the sky as if it were nothing. True that it had been an unnamed arrow, just something that he could manifest without a second thought but the ability to knock something travelling that fast out of the air with ease warranted his attention.
It was clear that the creature's attention was now on him now, Aizawa seemingly momentarily safe, at least long enough for him to get his wits about him. That wasn't the only person whom he was the target of and battle instincts allowed him to duck beneath the punch that had been aimed at the back of his head to sail over him safely. Driving the pommel on Kanshou into the person's abdomen, Shirou was able to tell instantly that they would not be getting up to fight any time soon. Regardless, he did not take his eyes off of the true threat.
Rightfully so, as the behemoth charged at him swiftly, it's arm pulled back and prepared to take him out in a single blow. Leaping backwards, Shirou was able to watch as the fist embedded itself into the ground, a solid spiderweb of cracks spreading out in a wide diameter from where the blow had struck. If those watching had expected fear to come into his being from watching such a display of strength, they were sadly mistaken.
As soon as his footing had become stable, Shirou proceeded forward. Twin blades outstretched in each arm, he watched as the uppercut barrelled towards him, a finishing move that would have potentially incapacitated him were it to directly land. It never even touched him however as he arched backwards, the fist striking nothing but air as Shirou slid beneath it before striking out with both Kanshou and Bakuya, cleanly severing the left leg off of the beast.
That was only part of his attack however as he got up from his kneeling position, twisting as he crafted his distance. During his turn however he was able to outstretch his arm and allow Bakuya to cleave a chunk out of the creature's stomach. Shirou skidded away as he braced himself for a follow up but momentarily paused as the sound of clapping echoed throughout the otherwise silent area.
"Congratulations, you really are strong," said the man who was covered by hands that gripped themselves onto his body. "However, you forgot to take something into account. This Nomu was designed to take out All Might, not small fry like you." As the words were being said, Shirou could only watch as the recently named Nomu began to regenerate. First the wound in it's stomach sealed shut before a new leg burst forward from the stump he had previously severed. "Now...what will you do now?"
Shirou kept his composure, something which many in his position would never have been able to accomplish. The twin blades which he relied so heavily upon vanished from his grip as he adjusted his stance. Taking a moment to manifest the weapon he envisioned, he knew that it wasn't his fighting style of choice but it was one that could eliminate the probability of regeneration...possibly.
He had never tested this weapon against somebody with regenerative abilities after all.
The Nomu charged forward, faster than it had before in a display that it was deciding to get serious after having had to regrow its leg. Shirou pulled the head of the weapon down in order to absorb an amount of the damage he would have taken, keeping his arms rigid so that no part of the point was close to his skin. Regardless of that he was knocked back however, skidding several feet backwards with his heels kicking up dust as he came to a stop.
"That is a beautiful weapon there, I imagine it could fetch quite a bit of money," mused the limb covered man from the sidelines, admiring the golden spear that Shirou had in his hands.
Shirou paid him no mind, instead speaking to somebody else in attendance. "Can I leave you to protect my back?" he asked.
"Who do you take me for?"
"Good," replied Shirou as Aizawa sprung into action, the minutes he had had in isolation allowing him to return to the fight, despite the broken limb that rendered his combat ability limited. Against the small fry however, even with only a single arm he believed himself more than capable of handling those who had been brought to the fight.
The Nomu seemingly paid Aizawa and the ensuing battle no mind as it focused solely upon Shirou who seemed to be taking this brief moment of respite to prepare himself for what was necessary.
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From the nearby waterway, the trio of Midoriya, Asui and Mineta watched on in shock. The trio had been able to successfully immobilize those who had wished to do them harm utilizing their quirks. Now however, none of them could come up with a way to help in the situation that was unfolding before them.
Midoriya knew that the latent power inside of him had the ability to turn the tide of a battle in an instant yet the broken finger he had sustained from taking out those of lesser strength kept him immobilized. He didn't have enough control over his quirk to be able to actually make a worthwhile contribution to the battle about to take place. Or more importantly, were he to jump into the action, chances were that he would get in the way and those more capable of fighting would get injured protecting him.
He hated it. All this power and no safe way to use it.
One for All begged to be used but he could do nothing in this moment of time.
Midoriya could only watch.
Watch and learn what it truly meant to be a hero.
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Shirou allowed himself to be on the defensive, focusing on ducking and weaving the slew of fists that came his way. He knew that he was unlikely to win in a battle of stamina, due to the fact that the shadowy figure had clearly pointed out this creature as their trump card. Or if this turned out to not be their trump card then he would get to that when he got there.
Now however, he saw an opening.
The creature's arm had overextended by the barest of margins as Shirou struck, the point of the spear he was wielding striking as the creature was retracting it's arm, severing the hand at the wrist. "Don't you ever learn," said the man from the sidelines, mildly adjusting the palm which clung to his face. "You're such a one trick pony, finish him already Nomu."
Nomu however remained fixated in place, staring at it's wrist where it's hand should have been growing from. The correct wording being, should have been. Seconds ticked by as the Nomu clearly attempted to regrow the severed limb to no avail.
"What did you do?" asked the hand encased man, clearly wanting some answers.
"This is Gáe Buide," announced Shirou, not moving from his position and prepared for an oncoming attack. "This weapon is cursed you see, no wound made by this weapon will ever recover."
Seconds ticked by as Shirou's explanation slowly sunk in before the villain began to shudder. "Cheat...you cheater...how can a weapon be cursed? How can you have such a weapon?"
"Please, if I showed off half the weapons I have at my disposal you would never believe where I'd seen them before," said Shirou as he sprung forward, utilizing the distraction he had caused. Before the Nomu reacted, it's left leg had been severed at the knee, causing the creature to drop down, unable to balance itself properly.
Twisting on the spot, Shirou used his momentum to take off the corresponding arm off at the shoulder before twisting the weapon above his head and cleaving off the right leg. The Nomu, for all intents and purposes, growled out something incoherent but it was clear that it was a message of rage.
Shirou mercilessly removed the fistless arm of the Nomu, rendering it merely a torso with a head. The red haired teenager allowed the weapon at his disposal to vanish into nothingness, no more needed to be done with the cursed weapon. At the same time however, he couldn't feel like the true strength and speed that the creature had at it's disposal hadn't been used on him. After all, he wasn't their target, All Might was.
"No...no...NO!" shouted the villain, clearly distraught about the outcome.
It was also at this time that the shadowy villain arrived, appearing out of the darkness that had been crafter mere feet from where the leader stood. He took several moments to summarize the situation before making the smartest call he could.
"Come, let us recollect on our defeat," he said calmly.
And with that, the duo vanished from their position. Shirou allowed himself to take a breath of fresh air before he turned around to see Aizawa still dealing with the fodder. Calling Bakuya and Kanshou back to his side, he opted to give his assistance, whether it was wanted or not.
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Scrambling out of the water, Midoriya, Asui and Mineta could only watch as their teacher and peer rendered their opponents unable to continue. Calling Shirou a peer however was an overstatement if there ever was one.
The battle, as short as it may have been, was done at a speed they could barely keep up with, only able to recognize damage well after the attack had been swung. Adjusting his gaze slightly, Midoriya noted that a number of his fellow students whom had avoided the initial separation, watching over the supporting rail, seemingly unwilling to join in the fray. He didn't blame them in the slightest, both seemed more than capable of taking out the handful that remained on their own.
It was stereotypical however, that as the duo managed to take down their final opponent and allowed a moment of reprieve that the door to the facility broke open, debris flying in all directions.
"I am here!" declared All Might. Seconds later the number one hero realized that the unease he had felt, whilst true, had already been rectified, leaving him standing there like some sort of buffoon as he mentally worked out what had happened.
"So...everything seems to be in order here...though I don't remember other's being invited to participate as villains, did I miss a notice?"
"Get medics here now!" shouted Aizawa.
"Understood."
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