Chapter 44: Seijaku's Final Hour!
Yotsishiba stood looking through his window in his pent house, sipping a glass of whiskey.
He heard footsteps and slightly turned and saw Chitose Kizuki with long pale lilac hair and striking green eyes contrasting through her black.
She was in a bath robe as she walked behind and hugged him from behind.
Chitose approached Yotishiba, her curiosity evident. "Rikiya, why didn't you warn Seijaku Gakuen Academia about one of their students entering Ryukyu's agency?"
Yotishiba's expression turned grave. "Our goal in the Meta Liberation Army is to liberate Quirk users from oppression, Chitose. However, internal factions have formed, corrupting our original purpose."
Chitose's brow furrowed. "Factions? I wasn't aware."
Yotishiba nodded solemnly. "Yes, and it's a problem. Exposing Seijaku Gakuen Academia's wrongdoings would spark infighting, jeopardizing our progress."
Chitose understood. "So, you're leaving it to others to expose them."
Yotishiba nodded. "Yes, let the professionals handle it. Let them reveal the school's atrocities."
Chitose raised an eyebrow. "And what about Midoriya? Why make him the hero?"
Yotishiba's eyes gleamed with intensity. "Izuku Midoriya is a prime example of how this society prioritizes its laws over the lives of people. The laws that restrict and oppress our Quirks. Take the Hero Killer incident, for instance. If Midoriya had followed the law and not used his Quirk, the Hero Killer would have murdered those students. But because he chose to act, despite not having a license, he saved lives."
Chitose nodded, understanding. "So, you're saying that if Midoriya had obeyed the law, it would have meant ignoring the situation and allowing innocent people to die?"
Yotishiba nodded. "Exactly. The law would have restricted him from using his Quirk, even in a life-or-death situation. But Midoriya chose to prioritize human life over legal restrictions. That's the kind of heroism we need to promote. And that's why I want him to be the hero - to show the world what it means to truly be free."
...
"So this is dorm room 5?" Izuku asked, flickering the light switch. The fluorescent light above hummed to life, casting an eerie glow over the abandoned dorm room.
Dust coated every surface, and cobwebs clung to the corners of the room like wispy tapestries. A lone, rickety desk stood in the center of the room, its surface scratched and worn.
Izuku and Nejire walked around the room, their footsteps echoing off the walls. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the creaks and groans of the old building.
"I don't know, Izuku. It just looks like an empty room," Nejire said, her voice laced with skepticism.
"Call it a hunch," Tsukauchi's voice crackled through the comms.
Izuku and Nejire shrugged, beginning their search. As they moved closer together, their shoulders almost touched, sending a spark of tension through the air.
Under the bed, they found only dust. Izuku activated One For All, lifting the bed with ease, but there was nothing noteworthy. Nejire's gaze lingered on Izuku's flexed muscles, her mind wandering to their recent kiss.
"Ah, man... I just took his first kiss like that," she thought, her cheeks flushing. "He's probably mad at me... or has a girlfriend... or is in love with Uraraka..."
Izuku's voice broke her reverie. "Hey, Nejire, check this out."
As they examined the empty closet, their arms brushed, sending shivers down Nejire's spine. Izuku dusted off a handheld mirror that had been hidden within the dust, his eyes locking onto hers.
"It's just a mirror," Nejire pointed out, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Yeah, but it's better than nothing," Izuku replied, his gaze holding hers for a moment longer than necessary.
Izuku broke the gaze, coughing into his hand, a small blush across his face.
"Ahem. W-We should focus on looking around, I'm sure there's something here." Izuku's eyes darted back to the mirror, his shoulders slightly hunched as he tried to compose himself.
Nejire herself stuttered out, "R-Right."
Her gaze drifted to the floor, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt as she tried to hide her own blush.
...
Goro's scowl deepened as he gazed upon the students on his monitor, his anger simmering like a cauldron about to boil over. "Yamato," he growled, his voice dripping with venom. "Just six hours ago, Sora Iwamura, Ryota Oni, and Seikai Tachibana were taken into police custody. They will be facing charges for assault and sexual battery. The police are demanding a minimum of two weeks in juvenile detention, pending further investigation."
"Dammit!" Goro's face twisted in rage as he clenched his fists, blood dripping from his knuckles. "And to make matters worse, Detective Tsukauchi was on the scene, which means our usual arrangements couldn't be made. Dammit!" He slammed his fist on the desk, making the room shake with his fury.
Ryujin, lurking in the shadows, spoke up with a sly smile. "Sir, I recommend bringing Yamato in for... reeducation. The extreme procedure would be fitting."
Goro's eyes narrowed, his grip on his desk tightening. "You want me to leave him a mindless shell, don't you? Just so you can claim that girl for yourself."
Ryujin's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Aoi's disappearance still haunts me. But Nami... ah, Nami. Her spirit is unbreakable, her beauty unmatched. That blue hair, that captivating body..."
Goro slammed his fist on the desk, silencing Ryujin. "Enough! You'll not touch the high-ranking students. They're too valuable to be corrupted by your twisted desires. And as for Yamato... his actions have cost us three promising students. He will face punishment, but not at your hands, Ryujin."
Ryujin's smile faltered, but only for a moment. "Tomorrow morning, I'll unleash my punishment. And it will be... memorable."
...
Izuku and Nejire lay on the floor, exhausted from their two-hour search, with no signs of discovery. They had no desire to return to their dormitories just yet.
"Still haven't found anything?" Izuku asked, breaking the silence.
"Nope," Nejire replied, gazing up at the ceiling.
As they lay there, Nejire suddenly beamed with a new idea. "Hey Midoriya, what's your favorite flower?"
Izuku, still holding a handheld mirror, looked at Nejire with a hint of curiosity. "Hm?"
Nejire elaborated, "We're supposed to be teammates, yet we almost know nothing about each other. So let's get to know one another. I want to get to know you."
Izuku's face flushed slightly as he replied, "I-I don't really have a favorite flower, I guess I like... Uh... Sunflower, hibiscus, and maybe uhm cherry blossom?"
Nejire's eyes sparkled. "Ooh, not bad! My favorite are Lillie's! No reason. Though Yuyu says it represents my 'innocence and purity'." They both chuckled.
"Okay, now you ask me a question!" Nejire said, her enthusiasm evident.
Izuku hesitated, unsure of how to ask a question. "M-Me?! U-Uhm... W-What's uhm favorite hero?" He didn't usually ask girls questions.
Nejire's face lit up. "Well, that's obvious! Ryuko! She's my personal mentor, of course, she's my favorite!" She exclaimed, "She's an amazing Hero and one of the youngest to be in the top 10! Let alone a female hero!"
Izuku nodded, relating to her admiration. "You really admire Ryukyo, huh?" He thought the same about All Might.
Izuku lifted the mirror, gazing at his reflection. As he stared, he noticed something odd in the mirror's reflection - a faint outline of a hidden compartment in the floorboards. But when he looked away from the mirror, the floorboards seemed perfectly normal.
Confused, Izuku looked back at the mirror's reflection, and the outline was still there. He walked over to the spot, mirror in hand, and examined the floorboards again. They looked undisturbed, but the mirror's reflection continued to show the hidden compartment.
"Uh, Midoriya? Is there something wrong?" Nejire asked, noticing Izuku's sudden focus.
Izuku's curiosity got the better of him, and he pressed the mirror to the floor. Suddenly, a vibrant glow emanated from the mirror, and Nejire's eyes widened in shock as they heard the sound of a hidden compartment creaking open, its hinges groaning with a thick layer of dust.
"Uh... Tsukauchi, we found something," Izuku said, his voice filled with excitement, as he reached into the compartment and pulled out a worn, brown leather journal, its cover cracked and faded, with pages yellowed to a brittle sheen.
Alongside the journal lay a single mask, its surface colored a deep brown, with intricate circuitry etched into the background, resembling a shocked face frozen in time.
Nejire peered into the compartment, her curiosity piqued. "How did you know this was here? I wonder how they built it?" she asked, her eyes shining with excitement.
Izuku examined the mask, his expression thoughtful. The circuitry seemed unusual, but he didn't think much of it. "Probably some theater kid's prop," he deduced.
Nejire pulled her head out of the compartment, dusting herself off. "There's nothing else in here! Just this weird mask and a journal."
Izuku tucked the mask into his pocket. "Yeah, that's it."
Nejire's eyes lit up. "Ooh, let's read the journal! I didn't think boys kept secret diaries."
Izuku shrugged and opened the book. The initials "M.M." were engraved on the first page.
"Must be the owner's initials," Izuku said.
Nejire leaned in as Izuku began to read:
"First of April. My first day at Seijaku Gakuen Academia. I was excited! I had put on my uniform, and it was surprisingly comfortable. The fabric felt exotic. But I couldn't help feeling a little envious when I saw people with their mothers and fathers. My parents leave me alone most of the time."
Izuku continued reading:
"The entrance ceremony was dull and boring, but at least I found some interesting targets. There's Takeru Shinoda, whose vibrant energy would be a satisfying drain; Lila Tachibana, whose radiant aura would be a pleasure to extinguish; and Mei Yūki, whose shining spirit would be a beautiful thing to consume."
Nejire's eyes widened in alarm. "This guy sounds like creep."
Izuku skipped ahead a few pages, his eyes scanning the journal with growing unease. "May third... Lila put up a good fight, but in the end, she was left drained. But what's disturbing is that the principal caught me and instead of condemning me, he praised me, saying 'You're an elite, feel free to do as you wish.'" Izuku's voice trailed off as he read on.
"Days passed, and no one said anything. No police, no pro heroes. I moved on to Takeru, and still, no issues. It was like I had a free pass to do as I pleased." Izuku's eyes met Nejire's, both of them shocked and horrified.
Nejire's voice was barely above a whisper. "This is insane. He's talking about draining people like... They are trophies."
Izuku continued reading, his voice laced with disgust. "October fifth... Life is good, but I need to be careful. The director is still a wild card. I'll be gathering evidence to expose this school and its secrets. I need leverage to ensure my freedom and continue feeding my hunger." Izuku said. Nejire felt her skin crawl.
Tsukauchi who was listening with Miruko, Ryukyu and Itsuka.
" Guy sounds like a creep. "Itsuka said.
"Yeah, and to think this guy is just around doing whatever he wants really uneases me." Ryukyu said.
"Midoriya keep reading just in case." Tsukauchi said.
...
Izuku nodded, scanning the journal's pages. "12 October... I wanted Orhime alone, but she was with her boyfriend, so I made him 'disappear'. 14 January... homework was tough." He skipped to the next entry, skipping a few. "10 May... I found it! I finally uncovered the truth! That foolish principal thought no one would discover his secret. Ha! To whoever finds this journal, as a final screw-you to the school that expelled me, I'm revealing everything. Goro Immawato and Seijaku Gakuen Academia's dirty secrets - money laundering, student abuse, all of it - are recorded on a hard drive around that self-righteous principal's neck."
Izuku and Nejire's eyes widened in shock. "Everything?!" Nejire exclaimed.
"When he says 'everything'...", Nejire trailed off, seeking clarification.
Izuku skimmed the page, nodding. "Yeah, he details everything that's on the drive. He got it from the previous vice rep... before he drained her." Nejire's eyes widened, and she gulped.
Izuku continued, "Apparently, that was the last straw for the principal. There were repeated incidents, and he started targeting high-tier students, so the principal finally drew the line."
Nejire's voice was barely above a whisper. "And the vice principal... she saw it herself?"
"Yeah she worked closely with him," Izuku said
Izuku was perplexed. "Why would someone like Immawato, who's so paranoid, record his own wrongdoings?"
Tsukauchi's voice came through the comms, "Because he thinks he's untouchable."
"People like Goro Immawato believe they're above the law because of the power they wield," Tsukauchi said through the comms. "This leads to overconfidence in their abilities and prestige, making them reckless and arrogant."
Izuku closed the journal, his mind racing. "But how are we going to confirm that the hard drive is even around his neck?"
Nejire yawned, stretching her arms. "We should probably head back to our dorms, I'm exhausted."
Izuku nodded in agreement. He activated the Omnitrix, dialing in a destination before slamming it down. The room was bathed in a bright green flash.
...
As the sun rose, Izuku sat in his dorm, glasses perched on the counter, engrossed in the journal. He was disgusted by the writer's villainous nature and the fact that he was still out in the world. "M.M. is a legit villain, and he's probably not much older than me. He treats everyone like energy sources to be exploited, but it also sounds like he needs that energy to survive."
Izuku turned the page, reading about the victims. "This guy is a total creep, treating his victims like trophies to be claimed."
A few minutes later, Izuku closed the journal and began getting ready for the day. He put on his Seijaku Gakuen Academia uniform and headed out to meet Nejire.
"Hey, Nejire! Ready for classes?" Izuku asked, trying to sound cheerful despite the disturbing journal entries still on his mind.
Nejire smiled, and they walked together towards their first class.
Just then, the announcement echoed through the halls: "Kaito Yamato, please report to the principal's office. Kaito Yamato, please report to the principal's office."
Izuku and Nejire froze, exchanging worried glances. Izuku gulped, thinking, "Have we been found out?"
Tsukauchi's voice came through the comms, "Midoriya-"
Before he could respond, Ryunin appeared behind Izuku, his voice low and menacing. "Come with me, Yamato."
Murmurs began to spread among the students: "If Vice Principal Ryunin is involved, the punishment will be severe..."
"You're done for, Yamato..."
"He's in big trouble now..."
Ryunin's hand brushed against Nejire's shoulder, his touch lingering for a moment too long. "Don't worry, while Yamato recovers, I'll make sure you don't feel alone," he whispered, his voice low and unsettling.
Nejire's eyes widened, and she took a step back.
Izuku's eyes lit up with determination as he realized the potential opportunity. "Wait, this could be a great chance for me to get the drive from him!" he thought, a plan forming in his mind.
He walked up to Nejire, trying to reassure her. "I'll be okay," he said, looking up at the older girl with a nervous smile as a beat of sweat trickled down.
Nejire's expression remained concerned, but she nodded slightly. Izuku followed Ryunin, leaving her behind.
Tsukauchi's voice came through the comms, laced with worry. "Midoriya, do you realize what you're doing? The director Quirk is dangerous! Aoi refused to speak out about the atrocities she experienced because of him. This is one of the reasons the students refuse to speak out. Transform and escape are your only option!"
Izuku couldn't respond verbally, as Ryunin was right next to him. He remained silent, his heart racing with anticipation.
"Midoriya! Midoriya!" Tsukauchi's voice grew more urgent through the comms as Izuku entered the director's office.
The director sat in his desk a visible scowl as Ryujin stood behind him a visible smile on him.
"Yamato, do you know why I called you here?" Immawato's voice was stern, his expression severe.
Izuku gulped, his eyes darting around the room. "N-No, sir. I-I don't," he stammered, his voice trembling slightly.
Immawato's face darkened, his eyes narrowing. "We're trying to create a hierarchy, Yamato. One where the strong, like yourself, can reign supreme. But you've disrupted that balance."
Ryunin, standing by the window, smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Yes, Yamato. You've caused quite a stir."
Izuku's eyes flicked to Ryunin, his heart racing with fear. He turned back to Immawato, trying to appear brave.
"You caused severe harm to Sora Iwamura, Ryota Oni, and Seikai Tachibana," Immawato growled, his voice low and menacing. "And because of you, they will be facing... consequences."
Izuku's eyes widened as Immawato slammed his fist on the desk, making him jump.
"T-They were harassing a girl and her—"
Immawato cut him off, his expression unyielding. "That's no excuse for your actions, Yamato."
Ryunin chuckled, his smile growing wider. "Yes, Yamato. You should have just let them have their fun."
Izuku's looked down, his clenched fists trembling with restrained rage. His teeth gritted, he spat out the words, "Fun? You think kids humiliating one another is fun?" His voice cracked with indignation.
Memories of the boyfriend, beaten and helpless, flashed before his eyes. The image of Bakugou's sneering face, telling him he was worthless, quirkless, and weak, fueled his outrage.
"You think beating up someone who can't fight back, just to stroke your fucking egos, is entertaining?" Izuku's voice rose, his words dripping with venom.
Immawato's expression remained unyielding, his eyes cold and unempathetic. Ryunin's smile never wavered, his gaze gleaming with amusement, as if he enjoyed Izuku's outburst.
Izuku's anger boiled over, his resentment towards the bullies, the system, and the injustices he had faced, erupting like a volcano. Especially now as the whole time his been at the school memorie of Aldrea were flooding in like a damn ready to break.
As every low tier who were tripped. Food was poured over them the tears of those feeling powerless against the world that seemed to put them down.
"How is it fun putting down someone who's just trying to live their dream? How's it fun constantly telling someone they're useless, worthless, that they should kill themselves for a better quirk in the future?" His voice became more furious each word spitting out.
Years of constantly being bullied that he believed he had gotten over that he put behind him but seeing people expirence pain, humiliation he had gone through he felt an unbelievable amount of rage and anger.
"No one, I mean no one, deserves to be treated like that, just because of the way they were born!" Izuku exclaimed, his voice cracking with emotion.
One For All exploded in a burst of wind pressure that sent papers and a mug of coffee flying. The room shook, the air vibrating with Izuku's un-contained anger and resentment.
Immawato's expression didn't change, his voice devoid of emotion. "Enough, Yamato."
Ryunin chuckled, his smile growing wider. "Oh, this is priceless. The little hero, so quick to anger."
Immawato stood up from his desk, his eyes blazing with anger. "Clearly, you need to be reeducated on how things work around here, boy," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice.
Izuku's danger sense screamed in alarm as Immawato approached him, his eyes fixed on him with an unnerving intensity.
Suddenly, Izuku was grabbed by the statue, its stone fingers closing around him like a vice. He saw Ryunin's eyes glow with an eerie blue light, the same glow emanating from the statues.
The next thing he knew, Immawato's hand was on his face, his eyes blazing with a vicious red glow. "You. Must. Be. Disciplined," he hissed, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.
As Immawato's dark energy surged, black electricity crackled around Izuku like a storm, his body convulsing in agony as he screamed in pain."GAHH!"
But just as the Principal's power seemed unstoppable, within the dark void within Izuku's mind nine glowing eyes, each with its own piercing gaze, materialized through the darkness, surrounding Izuku like a spectral guard.
The eyes blazed with an intense, ethereal light, as if summoned to protect the boy from Immawato's invasive power. As they appeared, a shockwave erupted, blasting Immawato backward slamming across the office.
Ryujin's face previously smile replaced one with shock. As the director raised his hand the one he had on Izuku now scorched and burned. He was breathing heavily and panting.
It was as if he had been denied entry into Izuku's mind, his dark energy rebuffed by the mysterious intervention.
Immawato's piercing glare fixed on the boy, his voice low and menacing.
"Get him out of my sight." He growled, his patience exhausted.
Ryujin opened his mouth to object, "But, sir -" but was cut off by Immawato's thunderous shout.
"Get him out of my sight, now!"
Ryujin nodded hastily and grasped Izuku's arm, dragging him away. Izuku stumbled back, his hand covering his face as he struggled to catch his breath.
But as he retreated, a small smirk spread across his face. He unclenched his fist, revealing a thumb drive clutched in his palm.
...
Ryujin's scowl deepened as he shoved Izuku, his eyes with intensity. "You've been nothing but trouble since the day you stepped foot in this school, you little pest," he growled, his voice low and menacing.
Izuku kept his gaze, a nervous expression spreading across his face as he met Ryujin's glare. He remained silent, unsure of how to respond to the sudden outburst.
Ryujin's gaze seemed to bore into Izuku's very soul, his eyes flashing with fierce determination. "I don't know what you're hiding, but mark my words, I will find out," he hissed before turning on his heel and storming off, leaving Izuku feeling uneasy and intimidated.
Izuku clutched his chest trying to calm his beating heart. Izuku made sure Ryujin activated a full cowl and began to bolt running through the halls and running past students.
"Tsukauchi," Izuku said turning in his comms. The people on the other side all breathe a sigh of relief hearing his voice.
"Midoriya-" Miruko was about to scold him.
"I got the drive!" He exclaimed as he made his way to the nearest computer room. This made everyone widen in shock.
"Midoriya are you sure?"
"Yes. Around his neck like the journal says,"
Tsukauchi on the other side thought for a moment. "Midoriya. Make sure the information is viable. We don't want to go off on the journal of the murderer."
Izuku nodded before realizing they couldn't see him nod. "Y-Yes sir"
"And if it is?" Nejire saw Izuku running through the halls and quickly began to follow as they went a few stairs.
"I need a confirmation. But if it is we will march in the and I'll personally make sure that school is burned to the ground." Tsukauchi said through the comms.
The two nodded as they began to move faster.
...
Goro Immawato:
Quirk Name_ Psyche Dominion
Explanation_ Psyche Dominion allows the user to control and manipulate the mental and physical state of others, crushing their spirits and bending them to their will. Prolonged use of this quirk also grants the user access to the target's memories and thoughts, allowing them to learn sensitive information about the person, such as their deepest fears, desires, and secrets. This makes Psyche Dominion a powerful tool for interrogation, manipulation, and exploitation.
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Goro sat at his desk, eyes closed, rubbing his sore arm. "That boy repelled me, but I think I still managed to breach his mind... slightly." He concentrated, trying to reestablish the residual connection.
However, what he saw confused him - a boy with green hair and freckles. Sitting up, he realized that Kaito Yamato wasn't who he claimed to be. His hand instinctively went to his neck, and his eyes snapped open in horror. "No... it can't be!"
The truth dawned on him - Kaito Yamato was actually Izuku Midoriya. Goro's face twisted in rage as he slammed his fist into his desk, shattering it. "DAMMIT!" he bellowed.
"Ryujin! We have intruders! Find Kaito Yamato - he has the drive!" Goro roared, his voice echoing through the halls.
Ryujin's eyes widened, and he took a step back, his face pale. He glanced around nervously, his gaze darting towards the students. "I-if that drive gets out... it could compromise... certain individuals," he stuttered, his voice trembling slightly.
...
...
Izuku and Nejire slipped into the computer lab, finding an empty terminal amidst the bustling students. Izuku quickly plugged in the drive and began to scan its contents, his weak smile faltering as he delved deeper. Disgust etched on his face, he couldn't believe the atrocities committed by some staff and students. Nejire peered over his shoulder, her expression mirroring his horror.
"Tsukauchi, it's all here," Izuku confirmed, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Alright, Midoriya, just hand me the drive—" Tsukauchi's voice was abruptly cut off by static, severing their communication.
Izuku and Nejire frantically tried to reestablish contact, but only static responded.
"Static?" Izuku questioned confusion and concern etched on his face.
Suddenly, the classroom door burst open, ripped from its hinges, and flew across the room. Students cowered in fear as Coach Matsumoto, his face beet-red with rage, stormed in.
"We know you have it!" he bellowed, his eyes scanning the room with a menacing intensity.
Principal Goro's voice echoed over the intercom, "Find them! Don't let them escape!"
Vice Principal Ryujin's voice followed, "Yes, Principal Goro. I'll make sure to seal off all exits."
Ryujin's eyes glowed bright blue as he activated his quirk, "Revivify". The ability allowed him to reanimate inanimate objects, imbuing them with a semblance of life. Throughout the school, statues began to stir, their eyes glowing with the same eerie blue light. The creaking and groaning of the large statues echoed through the halls, sending students into a panic.
With Revivify, Ryujin could control and command the reanimated objects, using them to do his bidding. The sight of the once-lifeless statues now moving and obeying Ryujin's commands only added to the chaos and fear that gripped the school.
Izuku swiftly grabbed the USB drive and motioned for Nejire to follow him. They began to move stealthily, attempting to evade the coach's notice amidst the chaos.
"You got the drive Midoriya?" Nejire asked as they began to move quickly hiding through the chaotic mess of students.
"Yeah, I did," Izuku said.
"Ok-"
Nejire was cut off by a swift, electrically charged punch that sent her hurtling through the school halls, violently slamming into a locker. Izuku's eyes widened before his danger sense flared, allowing him to dodge a laser beam flying past his head. He turned to see familiar students Haruno, the girl who had threatened them before, and Hiroki, who had blasted Akane. Haruno's body crackled with blue electricity as she glared at the two.
"I had a feeling you two were trouble," Haruno said.
"You took down Akira, one of my closest friends. I won't forgive you," Hiroki added, his glare intensifying.
Izuku raised his hand. "Look, we're with pro heroes—"
The two widened in surprise on hearing that and immediately attacked Izuku, whose danger sense went off as he dodged an energy beam and a blast of electricity.
"Crap, if they're with the pros..." Haruno said in a panic.
"I know, forget beating them up. If the pros found out about..." Hiroki trailed off, glancing at Haruno.
Izuku quickly realized that they wouldn't let him leave alive as he dodged a combined blast of electricity and energy that blew up an entire classroom.
Nejire tossed her glasses aside and blasted forward with a determined look, sending both Haruno and Hiroki flying with a shockwave. However, they skidded to a stop.
"Midoriya, I think you might want to go hero," Nejire said.
Izuku nodded, and the two widened in absolute horror as he revealed the Omnitrix.
"Did she just say...?" Haruno trailed off.
Izuku pressed the button, and a holographic figure appeared. "Fuck! It's him!" Hiroki exclaimed in a panic as he launched himself with his red energy beam towards Izuku, who had a nervous smirk.
"It's Hero Time!" Izuku exclaimed as he slammed down, bursting into the green light that filled the hallway.
The green light faded, revealing Hiroki attacking Izuku, who concentrated a powerful surge of energy before launching it with a malicious smile. The shockwave from Hiroki's attack launched Nejire back; she skidded to a stop, coughing slightly as the hallway filled with smoke.
"Izuku..." Nejire looked where Izuku had stood, feeling her heartbreak as she saw only green stumps of root with smoke coming out. Tears formed before her face fell to rage as yellow energy began to course through her arms.
"Heh, heh... Not so..." Hiroki's face contorted in confusion as Nejire stopped in her tracks. The stumps began to regrow into a person, and everyone widened in surprise.
"Peek-a-boo," the newly regenerated Izuku said, his fist cocked back as he launched a punch at Hiroki's stomach. Hiroki was violently launched back, coughing out saliva as he slammed into a wall, his eyes rolling back, showing only the whites as he lay there unconscious.
Swampfire creaked his neck in irritation before exclaiming, "Swampfire!"
"Izuku!" Nejire exclaimed, flying over to him and wiping away a few tears. "Y-You're alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Swampfire replied, smiling weakly.
"Oh, you think this is over?" Haruno sneered, her tone laced with nervousness. Nejire shot her a fierce glare before charging forward, propelling herself with her quirk.
"Can't you see me and Izuku are having a conversation?" Nejire snapped, but before she could attack, Swampfire quickly entwined Haruno with his vines, restraining her. Haruno's eyes widened in surprise, realizing too late that Swampfire had neutralized her electricity powers.
Nejire blasted forward, but Swampfire's quick thinking had prevented Haruno from unleashing an electric discharge that would have harmed Nejire. With Haruno temporarily subdued, Nejire turned her attention to the others, ready to take them down.
"Let's go!" Nejire called out, already running down the hallway. Swampfire followed close behind.
However, their escape was soon thwarted as they found the exits blocked. Principal Goro and Vice Principal Ryujin stood on one side, while the coach and a few students barred their way on the other.
Swampfire quickly melted the doors with a stream of flames, blocking their pursuers. "Midoriya, come out, boy! You're outnumbered! We can't let the Drive fall into the heroes' hands!" Goro taunted.
Swampfire's eyes blazed with anger. "You've been getting away with too much! You'll get what's coming to you!"
Goro shook his head in disappointment. "You've been corrupted by this hero society. We're not supposed to protect the weak; we're supposed to oppress them."
Ryujin sneered, kicking his lip. "Ooh, a U.A. brat and one of the Big Three? I'll make sure to have my fun before I kill you!"
Swampfire growled menacingly. "You're not touching her."
Nejire chimed in, her voice dripping with disdain, "Plus, creepy teachers aren't my type."
Tsukauchi's voice boomed through the megaphone, "Principal Goro Immawato, please come quietly. We have reasons to believe that the school administration has been engaging in a pattern of abuse and neglect towards students with lower-powered quirks. We suspect that students with powerful quirks have been given free rein to bully and intimidate their peers, with daily beatings and humiliation becoming commonplace."
Miruko and Ryuko, standing outside the front gate with the police SWAT team, looked at each other grimly. They had been investigating rumours of abuse at the school for weeks, and it seemed their worst fears were confirmed.
Tsukauchi's voice continued, "We also suspect that teachers and staff members have been complicit in this abuse, either by participating directly or turning a blind eye. We have reports of neglect, verbal abuse, and a complete lack of accountability. We urge anyone with information to come forward and cooperate with our investigation."
The students and faculty inside the school looked at each other in shock and fear, unsure of what would happen next.
Nejire flashed a cheeky smile before sticking out her tongue.
"You can't prove anything; the students won't admit anything, and you won't be leaving with that hard drive," Goro sneered, clenching his fist.
...
"You are and your Meta Liberty Army will be brought down," Swampfire said. This made the principal and Ryujin chuckle and scoff.
Swampfire's words were met with amusement from Principal Goro and Ryujin, who chuckled and scoffed in unison. "You really think we're part of the Meta Liberation Army?" Ryujin asked, his tone dripping with disdain.
Swampfire's eyes narrowed. "You're not?"
Ryujin smiled slyly. "We're a faction within the MLA, but in name only. Our true allegiance lies with the Elite Liberation Front."
Goro added, "The MLA's ideals are outdated and weak. We seek a new order, where the strong rule over the weak."
Ryujin continued, "We may share a name with the MLA, but our goals and methods are far more... refined."
Swampfire's chuckle cut through the air. "Pfft! ELF, huh? Sounds like they're trying to be Santa's helpers, but instead of presents, they're handing out trouble."
The room fell silent, except for Goro's snarling, before Nejire burst into laughter. "I didn't know we were fighting against a group of tiny, pointy-eared rebels. ELF, more like Evil Little Fiends!"
Izuku couldn't help but find Nejire's laughter aforable.
Goro's face twisted in anger. "We'll see who's laughing."
Nejire and Swampfire suddenly heard the eerie crawling of a giant spider. They looked up in shock as a woman with the lower body of a spider and the upper body of a human emerged. Her black hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes, though similar to Mina's, gleamed red instead of yellow.
"Yamato... Sorry, Midoriya," the woman moaned, her gaze fixed on Swampfire. "Ever since I saw you at the Sports Festival, I've been..."
Swampfire's eyes widened as she wrapped him in a sticky web. She kicked his face before caressing his body. "I really hoped you'd be in your normal form instead of this tree man, but I can't say I don't like it."
"Don't touch him!" Nejire shouted, unleashing a Shockwave that freed Swampfire. He lit his hands on fire, and Nejire asked, "What are you doing, Izuku?"
"Making an exit," Swampfire replied, blasting a fireball that created a hole in the building. He grabbed Nejire's arm, and they leapt out, Nejire's eyes widening as they plummeted from 10 stories up. She controlled a Shockwave blast to ensure their safe landing.
As they descended, Swampfire held Nejire close, Izuku may have been in a different form, but in his, she could see it was still Izuku, Nejire's heart beat faster, their faces inches apart. Swampfire thought about the initial kiss in a moment of weakness and leaned in.
Their lips almost met, but as the lips were about to touch...
A flaming ball hurtled towards them, forcing them to break apart and React. Swampfire reacted swiftly, blasting his own fireball to counter the incoming attack. The two flames collided, separating Swampfire and Nejire.
Unseen by Nejire, Swampfire's face flushed with a hint of a blush as he readied himself for the next assault. He stuck out his palms, unleashing a torrent of flames that hovered in the air, poised for his command.
Their foes emerged, six towering statues standing at an imposing 22 feet tall. Each wielded staff-like weapons, which they twirled and stomped on the ground, sending a shockwave that made the air tremble.
Their large, white shoulder guards added to their menacing appearance, while their dark, almost featureless faces seemed to absorb the light around them. Glowing blue eyes pierced through the shadows, exuding an aura of intimidation.
Swampfire and Nejire gulped, their hearts racing in unison. They steeled themselves, taking their fighting stances as they prepared for a fight.
...
"Get ready, Izuku!" Nejire shouted as Swampfire launched seeds into the ground. The seeds erupted into vines, entangling the statues as they struggled to break free.
Nejire charged forward, unleashing a yellow spiral of energy with her quirk. She blasted a massive shockwave, destroying one statue's head and sending a dust cloud flying everywhere. As the dust settled, Nejire widened her eyes to see a spear tip hurtling towards her. She dodged, but the tip grazed her shoulder, leaving a bleeding gash.
Composing herself, Nejire blasted the attacking statue's arm to smithereens. "Dammit, we gotta—"
But before she could finish, another statue launched its spear from behind. Nejire's eyes widened in surprise – it was the headless statue she had blasted earlier, still moving despite its injuries.
Swampfire reacted quickly, slamming his Omnitrix and transforming back into Izuku. He reactivated the device, dialling frantically before slamming it down again. "Amphibian!"
In a burst of green light, Izuku transformed into Amphibian, crackling with electrical energy. He launched a powerful attack, blasting the top half of the headless statue to pieces.
Amphibian floated towards Nejire, concern etched on his face. "You okay?"
Nejire nodded, clutching her bleeding arm. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a scratch."
But before they could catch their breath, danger sense flared up again. Amphibian pulled Nejire close, dodging a flaming attack from below.
They looked down to see the coach and another teacher, an ogre-like man with hands ablaze. The coach crouched, then sprang into the air with superhuman strength. Amphibian and Nejire widened their eyes as the coach raised his arms, ready to deliver a crushing hammer blow.
Just in time, Miruko appeared with lightning speed, delivering an ace kick that sent the coach crashing back down to earth. The ground shook with a loud thud.
...
Miruko landed in front of the coach with a smirk. "Isn't it obvious? I'm here to kick your ass!" she exclaimed.
The coach stood up, stretching nonchalantly. "What for? We're just trying to catch a few annoying pests that have snuck into our school."
Miruko never left his gaze. "Hmph. Playing the innocent act all the way, huh?"
Miruko stretched, preparing for a fight. Amphibian looked down to see Miruko ready for battle. "Miruko," Amphibian said.
"Hey, kid, you got the drive?" Miruko asked the electrical alien.
"Yeah," Amphibian stuttered out a response.
"Then quit standing around! Get your ass moving!" Miruko commanded.
As the coach attacked Izuku, Miruko intervened with another kick, sending him flying back. But the coach proved to be durable, skidding to a halt.
Amphibian took this opportunity to fly through the statues, passing through attacks. SWAT and Ryukyu charged in, bringing down the gate. "We have a warrant!" Tsukauchi declared.
Principal Goro and Ryujin realized the severity of the situation as Ryuko transformed into her dragon form, severing the statues' heads with her massive wing span. "We know what you've been up to! You will all receive severe punishment."
A low-ranked student, carrying books with a girl next to him, asked, "T-The pros are here?"
"We're saved...the pros are here to help us..."
"Thank you...thank you so much..."
"We won't be hurt anymore..."
The students' tears of joy and relief fell as they realized they would finally receive justice.
Ryuko confirmed, "Yeah, don't worry, Mi—Dekiru 10 just has to get the drive, and I promise you will receive justice."
"
...
As Amphibian flew through the hordes of statues brought to life by Ryujin's desperation, he phased through their attacks with ease. "Dekiru 10?" a student asked, confused.
"Who's that?" another student replied, equally perplexed.
"I've never heard of him," a third student confirmed, shrugging.
Just then, the ground shook beneath their feet as a four-armed being emerged, its back adorned with stone blades. It removed the blades and swung them with deadly precision.
Amphibian stood tall in front of the largest statue, electricity crackling throughout his body. With a burst of power fueled by One For All, he unleashed a lightning-infused attack that obliterated the statue, leaving only its lower half standing.
The students watched in awe, their eyes wide with wonder, as if a symbol of hope had appeared before them. They gazed at Amphibian with a mix of reverence and gratitude.
"Don't worry everything is going to be okay!" Amphibian shouted to the students from the tear-stained face was gratitude as he flew faster.
...
Goro's face twisted in a furious snarl, his eyes blazing with unbridled rage. "Ryujin, give me a clear sight of the boy!" he bellowed, his voice like a crack of thunder. "A punishment was too tame for this insolent child!"
The teachers' eyes widened in horror at the implication, but Goro's anger only intensified. He clapped his hands together, and his eyes turned black as coal with red outlines, like embers from a fiery pit. His hands crackled with energy, like a storm about to unleash its full fury.
"Sir, you do realize that will leave the boy brain dead?" Ryujin asked, his voice laced with a malicious smile.
Goro's response was a feral snarl, his lips curling back in a vicious sneer. He raised his hands, and a bolt of dark energy shot towards Amphibian, who was flying through the air. The young hero's eyes widened in shock as he felt an invisible force grab him, halting his flight.
"AAAHH!" Amphibian howled in agony, his body contorting in mid-air as if someone was stabbing him with a thousand knives and ripping his head apart.
Goro's voice echoed in Izuku's mind, his thoughts a jumble of pain and despair. "Ah, I see you weren't born with power. You were just lucky." Goro's mental gaze tore through Izuku's memories, revealing every moment of his life, from receiving One For All to acquiring the Omnitrix. Goro's disgust was palpable. "You weren't born to wield such power. It's disgusting."
Izuku's mind screamed in torment, his thoughts shattered by Goro's brutal assault.
Goro's voice dripped with disdain as he spoke directly into Izuku's mind. "Oh, how quaint. Do you think you're worthy of wielding power? How adorable."
He scoffed, his mental tone dripping with condescension. "You weren't born with greatness, boy. You were simply handed it on a silver platter. One For All, the Omnitrix... it's almost laughable how much you've been coddled."
Goro's mental gaze tore through Izuku's memories, his voice laced with mocking pity. "You've never had to work for anything in your life, have you? Everything's been given to you, and yet you still manage to squander it. How... predictable."
...
Izuku's mind recoiled in agony, his thoughts shattered by Goro's cruel words. "You're nothing but a weak, insolent child, playing at being a hero. And now, you'll pay the price for your arrogance."
As the world turned dark, Izuku screamed in pain, his vision blurring. He looked down at his hands and saw that he had transformed back into his human form, no longer Amphibian.
Goro's voice echoed in his mind, feeling like a knife slicing through his skull. "You're a quirkless nobody who stumbled into power. A mere mortal pretending to be a hero."
Izuku's mind reeled, trying to process the pain and the words. "H-How do you know about..." he stammered, but Goro cut him off.
"I know all about your little secrets, Izuku. The Omnitrix, One For All... it's all just a fluke. You're not worthy of that power. You're just a temporary vessel, a weak container for a power that's far beyond your control. You'll relinquish it to me, boy - and when you do, you'll finally understand the true meaning of strength. I'll take what's mine, and you'll be left with nothing but the bitter taste of your own inadequacy."
Goro's words struck a nerve, echoing Izuku's deepest fears and doubts. He felt like he was staring into a mirror, his own insecurities and self-doubt staring back at him. The pain and the words combined, threatened to consume him whole.
...
"You don't deserve One For All or the Omnitrix," Goro sneered. "All Might's legacy is being wasted on you. He was blinded by his own sentimentality, and now you're just a disappointment."
"No... All Might chose me," Izuku protested. "He saw something in me."
Goro laughed. "You're just a mistake, a weak and unworthy successor. And as for your friends... they're just humouring you, pretending to believe in you out of pity."
Ochako's voice cut in, her tone laced with disgust. "Deku, I never thought I'd say this, but... I'm ashamed to be your friend. You're so weak, so pathetic."
Izuku's face contorted in pain as he clutched his head. "Ochako, no...!"
But then she added, her words like a knife to the heart: "And to think I used to think you were cute, Deku... now I just feel sorry for you."
"Ochako..."
"And stop calling me that! It disgusts me to think someone like you is calling me by my first name."
Izuku recoiled, his mind reeling from the principal's mind games. Hearing those words from Ochako was like a devastating blow.
Goro's voice dripped with malice. "You're just not good enough, Izuku. You'll never be good enough. And soon, everyone will see you for the unworthy successor you are."
...
"Midoriya? I mean, he's cool, but y'know, he's kinda of a dweeb." Izuku was suddenly flung back to U.A. Heights Alliance. He heard Mina's voice as he walked down the stairs; the girls were all sitting around and discussing.
"Please, Midoriya only won those matches by sheer dumb luck, as if he could actually stand up to Todoroki," Momo said, sipping her tea with a hint of disdain.
"I mean, yeah, he kinda got lucky with the fight with Bakugou, but let's be real, it was a fluke," Ochako said, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, dude is a total wimp, as if someone like him could ever be a real hero," Kyouka said, her voice laced with sarcasm.
"And that muttering is super creepy, it's like he's trying to convince himself he's worthy," Tori said before making an insulting impression of Izuku. "Mutter, mutter, mutter, poor baby can't even control his powers."
"And what a crybaby, he cries every minute, like dude, stop being a snivelling little brat!" Mina said, her words cut deep. Before the whole place roared with laughter, Izuku felt his heart shatter into a million pieces.
Izuku stood behind the corner, his eyes stinging from the tears he held back, hearing his friends talk about him like that, really hurt. Izuku slid down, feeling the same way he did in high school, like a total outcast.
"You always knew they could never have some romantic interest with you, Izuku. You're just not worthy." Goro's voice said Izuku clutched his knees, feeling the sting of rejection.
"You guys talking about Midoriya?" Kaminari said as the boys came in, oblivious to Izuku's pain.
"You said cry baby, and I knew you were talking about that quirkless loser, fuck!" Bakugou said as he sat down, his words fueling the fire of Izuku's rage.
"Oh, Katsuki, you're way too funny," Ochako said as she stood up and sat on his lap, her affection towards Bakugou a stark contrast to her disdain for Izuku. "Hey, round cheeks," Bakugou said, his voice dripping with condescension.
"Why so frustrated? Wait... You didn't think she actually liked you, did you? Because she kissed you out of pity?" Goro's voice taunted, Izuku's heart sinking further.
"Didn't being quirkless teach you? You will never be loved! Just a burden, a stain on the hero world!" Goro said, Izuku's vision blurring from the tears he held back.
"Bakugou gets what he wants. He's the real hero; you are just a footnote in his glorious origin story." Izuku glared at the voice, his anger and hurt boiling over.
As he entered the common room, the insults continued, each one a fresh blow to his already shattered heart.
"Do you think he heard us?" Kirishima said, his voice laced with concern, but Izuku knew it was too late, the damage was done.
"Uh, who gives a fuck? What is he gonna do?" Bakugou said, making Ochako giggle, seeing those two like that, was a stark contrast to Izuku's isolation.
"Yeah, I mean, what were they thinking, giving Midoriya the Omnitrix and One For All? I mean, there have to be better candidates, someone who actually deserves it." The voice echoed in Izuku's mind, a constant reminder of his inadequacy.
"I mean, we're pretty much screwed. He breaks his bones; what kind of hero does that?" The voice of Jirou cut deep, Izuku's tears falling freely now.
"He's always stuttering; it's annoying. God, who in the right mind would pick him?" Yui said her words the final blow, Izuku's heart irreparably broken.
...
Izuku's world crumbled around him, consumed by an overwhelming torrent of self-doubt and shame. The voices of his classmates, once a gentle hum of ridicule, now became a deafening cacophony of scorn, each word a precision-crafted dagger piercing his heart.
He felt like a fragile, delicate vase, shattered into a million pieces, beyond repair. The weight of their words crushed him, forcing him to confront the darkest recesses of his own mind.
"You never deserved powers!" The voice echoed, a harsh reminder of his inadequacy.
"You're just a useless Deku!" The phrase, once a playful tease, now a venomous taunt, seared itself into his brain.
Izuku curled into a ball, tears streaming down his face like a river of despair. He felt like a small, helpless child, lost and alone in a world that seemed determined to destroy him.
"Someone so weak-willed could never be a hero!" The voice sneered, ripping apart his already tattered self-esteem.
"You praise your tormentor, after everything he has done, it doesn't make you strong, it makes you a doormat!" The words cut deep, exposing the raw, festering wounds of his own self-doubt.
Izuku felt like he was drowning in a sea of shame, unworthiness, and heartbreak. Every insecurity, every fear, every doubt he had ever harboured came flooding back, amplified tenfold, threatening to consume him whole.
He was a fragile, broken thing, a shadow of the boy who once dreamed of becoming a hero. Now, he was just a mere spectre of his former self, a haunting reminder of his own inadequacy.
...
With the girls of class 1-A and a few in class B, they could feel something wasn't right.
"Midoir..."Mina said as she could feel Izuku was in some form of pain.
"Izuku..."Momo who was on patrol suddenly stopped in her tracks. Fatgum looked at her in confusion.
Inko making herself a cup of coffee felt her heart break as. She could feel Izuku was in some form of pain."Izuku...My baby.."
...
Just as the One For All users were about to step in, a firm hand halted them.
"No," a misty voice commanded, the words hanging in the air like a challenge.
"What? If we don't intervene, he'll be left brain dead!" a female voice protested, her glowing yellow eyes narrowing in concern.
"He's my son," the misty figure replied, their voice unwavering. "If there's anyone who knows how strong he is, it's me."
With that, the misty figure stepped forward, their form solidifying into a familiar face. The misty veil broke apart, revealing a shock of green hair and a sprinkle of freckles across his cheeks.
...
"Izuku." The familiar voice cut through the storm, and Izuku's tears slowed as he saw his father, Hisashi, standing before him. "D-Dad?" Izuku stuttered, his eyes wide with wonder.
"Hey kiddo," Hisashi replied, his own eyes brimming with tears as he gazed at his son. "Izuku, listen to me."
Izuku's words tumbled out in a desperate rush. "D-Dad, I-I'm sorry I let you down! I-I'm not strong enough... I'm not worthy of One For All or the Omnitrix! I'm just some dumb kid, a quirkless nobody given power I don't deserve!"
Hisashi's grip on Izuku's shoulder tightened, his voice filled with emotion. "Izuku, when I made my last stand against Vilgax, I sent the Omnitrix to you. I knew there was one living person who shared my DNA, and I knew you would be a great hero."
Izuku's eyes widened in shock. "Y-You sent me the Omnitrix... But why?"
Hisashi's tears flowed freely now. "Because you are my son, Izuku. And every day, I've been blessed to watch you grow within One For All. I've had a front-row seat to see you become the hero I knew you could be."
Memories flooded Izuku's mind - Itsuka, Tsuyu, Ochako, and Iida trying to give him their points, and him receiving them with a mix of gratitude and humility. Hisashi's words brought it all back.
" He saved us!"
"He had nothing to gain!"
"He worked so hard to gain those points!"
Midoriya was moved, hell present Mic right there wanted to say it was a logical ruse he didn't lose any points! But he controlled himself. "And you?"
"Midoriya for the short time I have known him, his been selfless," She sighed but smiling."Despite the fact it could get him hurt, there is someone else who can help, he works hard, he's determined and I'm sure he would feel so guilty if he got in and it cost you 3 of your chances! But if we split among the four of us then he gets in!"
Seeing Itsuka also bow, Present Mic smiled at the sight of all three.
The video stopped.
"How could a Hero Course reject someone who is committed to saving others, no matter the consequences to himself? After all, that is what makes a hero. And that's what my alma mater is all about, training those who would risk their lives for the greater good. So we have rescue points! For your selfless actions, our panel of judges have awarded you a whopping 150 rescue points! The highest number of rescue points in the history of the school! "
More memories flooded.
S-Sorry I do that sometimes,"
"It's kinda cute."
He blushed."R-Really, you don't think it's kinda creepy?"
She just shook her head. Indicating no. " Though some of your ideas on my quirk are pretty cool. Mind explaining your quirk?"
The memory of him and Yui first interaction replayed as he clutched his chest.
Memories of the year played through the entire year.
...
"Your friends know your true strength, Izuku! But it's time you realized it too!" Hisashi exclaimed, his voice filled with conviction.
"It's okay. I don't mind at all, but I kind of want to give you a nickname. You know Deku kind of sounds like Dekiru, which means 'you can do it.'''Ochako's words rang in his mind.
"You saved everyone you at USJ I'm proud of you." The voice of All Might rang out
"YOUNG MAN LOOK AROUND, YOU SAY YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING SPECIAL, I SEE ALL YOUR QUALITIES LIKE AN OPEN BOOK. THIS, MY BOY, IS ONLY THE FIRST STEP IN YOUR STORY, AND YOU HAVE ALREADY SURPRISED ME WITH YOUR PROGRESS, SO ENOUGH WITH THAT LONG FACE BECAUSE BELIEVE ME WHEN I TELL YOU THAT YOU DESERVE IT "All Might says without hesitation.
Midoriya was about to burst into tears like a baby.
"REMEMBER THIS, MY BOY. THERE IS A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LUCK AND REWARD, ONE IS RANDOM AND THE OTHER IS DESERVED. I THINK IT IS USELESS TO TELL YOU THAT IN YOUR CASE, YOU DESERVE THIS AFTER ALL THE WORK YOU HAVE DONE, YOU HAD TO SWEAT FOR A LONG TIME FOR THIS QUIRK AND NOW IT'S TIME FOR THE REWARD "All Might says as he put one of his hands on his head and removes a hair
Before the most important memory one that pushes him forward." Young man you too can be a hero. "
"Your journey as the greatest hero has only just begun! It will be a long and difficult road, but you must push forward, even if the path ahead lies through a river of mud! You can't let doubt and fear hold you back!" Hisashi's voice rang out.
"You've bled and sweat for 10 gruelling months, pushing your body to the limit, shattering your bones and tears to master One For All! That's not the mark of a weakling, that's the heart of a true hero!"Hisashi shouted
As Hisashi's words echoed in his mind, Izuku's memories came flooding back - the endless days of training, the scorching sun beating down on his back, the sweat-drenched fields where he pushed his body to the limit. He remembered the agony of his bones shattering, the sound of his own screams echoing in his ears, the tears of frustration and pain streaming down his face as he struggled to master One For All. He recalled the feeling of his muscles trembling with exhaustion, his lungs burning with fatigue, and his mind reeling with doubt. But he also remembered the moments of triumph, the thrill of progress as he began to stand up in the hurricane of doubt.
With a newfound determination, Izuku began to stand up, his eyes blazing with a fierce inner light. Goro's face contorted in shock as Midoriya began to fight back, his spirit unbroken.
As Izuku rose to his feet, the storm around him began to dissipate, the darkness receding in the face of his unwavering resolve. Goro's smile faltered, his eyes widening in surprise, as he realized that Midoriya was far from broken.
...
if you don't give 100 no 110% in these events I will beat you! I refuse to lose or be beaten by anyone who isn't giving their all because..." Izuku heard his own words.
The audience was captivated by the boy's speech, the audience could feel the passion coming from the boy, and the whole class listened as he spoke the next words with a relentless will
"Because If I'm going to take All Might's spot as number 1 and the symbol of peace I refuse to lose!" He gritted his teeth. "My mind my rules," Izuku said stand defiant.
Hisashi's eyes gleamed with pride and a hint of mischief as he thought to himself, "You don't need us old ghosts to fight back against this bastard, Izuku. You're already strong enough." A sly smirk spread across his face as he watched Goro's eyes widen in horror, realizing his Quirk was no longer effective. The boy's unwavering determination and unshakeable spirit had made him immune to Goro's mind games.
"You think this boy is worthy? This useless Deku?" Goro sneered, making one final attempt to destroy Izuku mentally. But Midoriya stood tall, fighting back against the storm. "I know I am," Izuku declared, his face set in determination.
With a surge of inner strength, Izuku pushed back against Goro's invading force, repelling him from his mind. "I don't care what anyone says! I earned this power!" he exclaimed, unleashing a hurricane of force within his mindscape. Goro stumbled back, blasted out of Izuku's mind, but the connection between them remained strong.
"Amphibian's species has powerful mental abilities," Hisashi observed, slinging an arm around Amphibian's shoulder before giving his son a bright smile. "Why don't we give him a little taste of his own medicine?"
As Hisashi spoke, electricity crackled through the air, building into a colossal surge that seemed to shake the very foundations of the battlefield. The air was electric with anticipation, and everyone watched in awe. Then, with a deafening roar, Izuku unleashed a bolt of lightning that obliterated the massive statues, each one towering over 22 feet tall, reducing them to smouldering rubble.
The blast sent Pros and SWAT flying back, their bodies tossed around like rag dolls. The sheer force of the surge created a shockwave that rippled through the ground, making it tremble beneath their feet. A bolt of lightning shot towards Goro.
Goro continued to maintain a link with Izuku but that was his mistake as Amphibian sent a powerful surge of electricity forcing his quirk to recoil.
Goro's eyes widened in horror as he began to feel the collective pain of every student he had ever tormented. The agony of those he had deemed weak, the ones he had allowed to suffer in silence, the ones he had subjected to unspeakable violations of their bodies and minds. It all came flooding back, and his eyes bulged as if trying to contain the sheer intensity of the suffering.
His screams were like nothing anyone had ever heard before, a raw, animalistic howl of anguish as his eyes began to rupture from the inside out. Blood vessels burst, irises shredded, and his eyeballs started to liquefy, pouring out like molten lava as the pain consumed him. His vision blurred, then shattered, as his eyes literally exploded from their sockets, leaving behind two gaping, bloody craters.
The sound of his own screams was the last thing he heard before his world went dark, consumed by the very pain he had once inflicted on others with such sadistic glee.
"No!" He collapsed to the ground clutching his head blood dripping to the floor. All the staff quickly realized how screwed they were as they tried to run but the SWAT and heroes blocked off all the exits.
As the staff tried to flee, they realized they were trapped. SWAT teams and heroes had sealed off all exits, surrounding the school. Ryujin gazed out at the scene below, where Amphibian transformed back into Hisashi, who handed a small drive to Tsukauchi. The drive contained irrefutable evidence of the atrocities committed within the school's walls.
"We have you surrounded!" a SWAT officer shouted through a megaphone. "Surrender now and face justice!"
The staff knew they were beaten. Their crimes would no longer be hidden, and they would finally face the consequences.
Izuku collapsed to the ground, exhausted but triumphant. Hisashi sat beside him, patting his back. "You did a good job, kid. You brought them down."
"It's over," Tsukauchi said, holding up the drive. "We have everything we need to take them down."
The police closed in, handcuffs at the ready. "You're all under arrest for crimes against students, including torture, abuse, and..." The officer's voice trailed off, unable to continue.
...
As the parents rushed to their children, the students finally felt the weight of their torment lifting. They sobbed uncontrollably, their bodies shaking with relief.
"I'm so sorry, Mom," one girl cried, her voice muffled against her mother's shoulder. "I was so scared to tell you."
"We're here now, sweetie," her mother whispered, holding her tight. "You're safe."
A boy who had endured daily beatings collapsed into his father's arms, his body wracked with sobs. "Dad, I was so alone," he whispered.
His father held him close, tears streaming down his face. "I'm here, son. I'll never let anyone hurt you again."
A group of girls clung to each other, their eyes red from crying. "We thought it would never end," one of them whispered.
A parent stroked their hair, her voice soft. "It's over now. You're safe."
As the students cried and sobbed, Ryujin was led away in handcuffs, his eyes fixed on the girls with a mixture of contempt and guilt. One of them caught his gaze and shuddered, her eyes welling up with tears.
"You...you can't hurt us anymore," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Ryujin's sneer faltered for a moment, before a police officer grabbed him roughly, slamming him into the back of a car.
"Get in, you scum!" the officer growled, his face twisted in disgust. "You're going down for this, you sick bastard."
The officer's hands trembled with rage as he shoved Ryujin into the car, using more force than necessary. Ryujin's head hit the seat with a thud, and he let out a pained grunt.
Nearby, Principal Goro Immawato mumbled incoherently, his eyes covered in bandages. "Pain...so much pain... can't escape...my fault...my fault..."
His words trailed off into nonsensical ramblings as he was dragged away, his mind shattered by the horrors he had unleashed.
As the students continued to cry and sob, they knew they were finally free from the torment that had haunted them for so long. They were safe.
Izuku smiled, relieved that everyone was safe, but his moment of peace was short-lived. Chitose Kizuki, a reporter, approached him with a camera and mic, startling him.
"Live at Seijaku's darkest hour, principal abuse of power, with Izuku Midoriya, aka Dekiru 10: Alien Force!" she announced, thrusting the mic in his face.
Izuku's face appeared on the screen, and his friends, who were watching the news, were shocked. Jirou, still in the hospital still recovering from her counter with Stain, exclaimed, "Green?"
Iida himself was shocked."Midoriya?"
Kirishima and Tetsutetsu, on break, saw the headline and recognized the name. "Dekiru 10 exposes corrupt school!" they read in unison.
Ochako and Yui watched with surprise and intrigue.
Momo looked on with admiration widening a little.
Todoroki who was on patrol with his father caught the news with Midoriya being the headline Seijaku being a famous institution this got a lot of people's attention. Endeavour narrowed his eyes."Him."
"Midoriya?"
All Might, getting out of the bath, widened his eyes, seeing his student on the news again. "Young Midoriya?!"
Chitose continued, "We're here with the boy who saved every student, sneaking into the school and exposing the administration's atrocious actions!"
Izuku, flustered, stuttered, "I-It wasn't a big deal... Honest, no need to..."
But a man interrupted, his voice cracking with emotion. "You're the one who saved our children."
A father asked his daughter, balling her eyes out, "Is that him?"
Izuku nodded, "I-I mean, yeah, me and Nejire..."
Before he could finish, the father bowed, tears streaming down his face. "Thank you. You brought our child out of this hell. Thank you so damn much!"
The mother joined in, bowing and crying, as did the parents of the hundreds, if not thousands, of children who suffered at the hands of the staff. Izuku, overwhelmed, felt his heart pound as he was hailed a hero. Nejire grabbed his hand, and they bowed together, muttering "thank you" amidst tears and hiccups.
Chitose's voice cracked with emotion as she instructed the cameraman, "Get a good shot of this,"
The camera zoomed out further, showing the vast crowd of parents, all bowing in unison, their faces contorted in a mix of grief and gratitude. The sound of their sobbing filled the air, a heart-wrenching chorus of thanks.
Izuku, his eyes wide with humility, felt his heart swell with emotion. He had never sought recognition, he only wanted to help people. Yet, here he was, hailed as a hero being hailed and praised like this was a new feeling.
The scene was one of raw emotion, a moment of catharsis, as the parents finally acknowledged the truth and found solace in Izuku's heroism. The camera captured every moment, with Chitose brought to tears herself.
"Thank you, Dekiru 10," the crowd echoed, their voices hoarse from crying.
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