Well, this is gonna be a pretty uneventful chapter. Might as well fill some space with my thoughts on the new movie.

I saw it twice over the weekend, and I enjoyed it! Probably my second favorite movie; my ranking goes 3-4-2-1. I'll start with some of the small issues I had.

I kinda wish we got more of Class 1-A fighting Dark Might or the Gollini family directly? For a movie called "You're Next", I sort of hoped they'd have some cool action pieces. Especially bummed that Ochako didn't get a little chunk of action, and I'll have to fix that when I get around to it in like…a few years.

That's the biggest criticism I have about it now.

As for the rest of it- this is THE best animated My Hero Academia movie. By a landslide. I can tell because they went above and beyond for the intro movie "Homunculus", because the other movies haven't gotten anything like the sort. The strongest part of the movie has to be Dark Might- he's such a bombastic personality throughout the film. You remember how people joked about All Might being Johnny Bravo? This is the Bravo Might.

The way I can best describe Dark Might is an opposite to Overhaul. Overhaul wants to rid the world of Quirks and revitalize the Yakuza, Dark Might believes that his awesome powers give him the right to rule the world and prefers his superheroic fantasy to the mafia he grew up in. I guess that's relevant to today's otherwise uneventful chapter too.

A bunch of tiny details are sprinkled out through the film that favors Dark Might; There's bits where he says a bunch of 'almost All Mightisms'; "Have no fear", "Go beyond", etc. I think those little bits also say a lot; All Might doesn't always spout them, but they are at the back of our minds when we think about him. All Might remains grounded and aware of the dangers of excessive pride and arrogance; heck, he even says it in the series, 'inflated egos are the most fragile'. And for Dark Might? He embodies everything All Might resents.

All Might's role as a teacher building up his students is also playing a slight role here; we see his students all fighting at their fullest, brought about because of all the hard work they've put into the story. Dark Might's dependence on Anna having his cronies reach their peak without any training really does hurt him- their quirks aren't the strongest, but the added boost and proper training would have made them a lot harder for the kids to deal with. He doesn't walk beside them, he just...tramples all over them.

Izuku and Dark Might are foils because of Izuku's admiration of the character, and Dark Might's obsession with the symbol of peace. One understands what All Might represents, and one wants to be everything All Might is and more. Izuku's first costume is a slight homage to All Might, nothing too direct, whereas Dark Might is literally just All Might in face but not costume. You can tell they had a lot of fun with this villain as opposed to the other films.

Giulio and Anna are pretty good; they have an added advantage of this tragic "Romeo and Juliet"-esqe story at the almost forefront, and I think Overmodification is an interesting power.

What are the plans for Carry On? I think I'll be extending the "Dark Might" thing to the rest of the Gollini Family. Dark Midnight, Dark Mic, Dark Nighteye…and even a Dark Ben.

Anyways, please enjoy this chapter. Here's the Discord: /cgFmXz3qJ5

Izuku, Aizawa, Blake, Tetsutetsu, Monoma, and Nighteye bolted down the hallway, their footsteps echoing like gunfire. Their hearts thudded with anticipation, hoping beyond hope that they were headed in the right direction, toward their ally in distress.

Izuku's heart was pounding in his chest, louder than their footsteps echoing against the cold stone walls. They had to find Mirio, and fast-

Then they heard it - the unmistakable sounds of a struggle: grunts, thuds, and the crash of something solid hitting the had to be where Mirio was.

"Chisaki must've sealed the wall…" Nighteye frowned.

Without hesitation, Midoriya sprang into action. He ran full tilt toward the wall, his muscles coiled and ready to strike. He barreled through it like a freight train, shattering the barrier into a thousand splintered pieces.

And there, in the midst of the chaos, he found what he was looking for: Mirio, locked in a deadly struggle with Overhaul.

...And to make matters worse, a colossal stone fragment had just plunged into his side, inflicting a horrific wound.

Izuku was furious when she saw Mirio's injured body. Battle cries ringing in his ears, he charged Overhaul with his fists clenched. He didn't give a damn about the repercussions- All he cared about was getting to Mirio in time. The force of his punch sent Overhaul flying across the room. But there was no time to celebrate. Mirio needed their help.

"Nighteye!" Blake's voice rang out, cutting through the chaos. "Get the girl!"

Izuku turned his attention to the rest of the room. The cronies were all knocked out, and Chisaki was beaten and bloodied on the ground. But where was the girl?

Mirio's labored breathing filled the air. "S-she's behind me..." he muttered, exhaustion etched into every word.

Mirio's body collapsed into Sir Nighteye's arms, and the man couldn't help but quiver with sadness as he held his friend and comrade. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, what had happened to Mirio. But he refused to let his emotions show. He had to be strong for Mirio and for Eri.

He wrapped his arms tightly around the two of them, holding them close and trying to offer what little comfort he could. "Incredible," he whispered, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "Good job, Mirio."

But Nighteye knew that there was no comfort to be found in those words. Mirio was hurt, badly hurt, and there was nothing Nighteye could do to change that. All he could do was hold him close and offer what little comfort he could.

Overhaul's eyes narrowed. He despised their sentimentality, their weakness. In his eyes, they were all sick, disgusting spreaders of a disease that refused to die. They were nothing but insects, and he was the exterminator.

He would break them into atoms if he had to.

Overhaul slammed his one functioning hand on the ground, trying to activate his quirk. But to his horror, it didn't work. His power was gone, erased by Eraserhead.
"Nice try." Aizawa said bitterly.

"We've backed him into a corner!" Monoma realized.

"Let's get this bastard!" Tetsutetsu roared, his fists clenched and ready for action.

Overhaul's voice echoed through the air like thunder, shaking the very foundations of the building. "Wake up, Chrono!" he roared, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity.

Eraserhead sprang into action, his body moving with lightning speed as he got in front of Izuku. "Midoriya!" He yelled. But before he could do anything else, an 'straight arrow' shot out from the head of a downed crony, cutting through the air with deadly precision. Eraserhead gasped as the arrow cut his skin, drawing blood.

A second arrow shot out of Chrono's head, headed straight for where Izuku lay on the ground. But before he could react, Monoma had thrown himself in harm's way, taking the hit meant for his fellow hero. It, too, sliced Monoma's skin, leaving him stunned.

"Damn...was hoping to nail the both of you, but...whatever." Chrono huffed, as he got back up. The arrows went back into his hair. "Anyone stabbed by my hands...slows down. Big hand is one hour. Little hand...a minute." He glared at Monoma, who was still moving slowly. "I don't deem you a real threat, boy...pathetic."

Damn it! Aizawa thought. We're down two men...and I can't stop myself from blinking-!

Overhaul grimaced. Took him long enough to get up. That boy knocked the wind out of him good...until he had the scatter brained idea to throw him at me. I restored Chrono's head, and planted him there, like a landmine in case he went around there. That gambit paid off...

As Aizawa's eyes blinked, Overhaul's power suddenly returned. He could feel the surge of energy coursing through his veins, and a wicked grin spread across his face.

"Now, where were we?" Overhaul said, raising his hand before slamming it back down. The ground shook violently as he unleashed a barrage of deadly spikes, tearing apart the very earth beneath them. Aizawa and Monoma were flung backward, their bodies battered and bruised by the sheer force of the attack. Nighteye shielded himself, Eri and Mirio from the attack.

The three remaining heroes (Izuku, Blake and Tetsutetsu) charged forward, dodging and weaving between the spikes as they closed in on Overhaul. Izuku charged ahead, his determination fueling him as he prepared to take on Overhaul.

Izuku charged forward, his body pulsating with One for All's powerful aura. His eyes glimmered with a fierce determination as he launched himself at Overhaul, his fist extended to deliver a devastating punch. But Overhaul was too quick for him, dodging to the side with a speed that defied human limitations. Izuku's attack missed its mark, and he stumbled forward, barely managing to keep his balance.

Blake dashed in from the other side, Gambol Shroud spinning through the air as she aimed to strike. Overhaul's lips curled into a wicked smirk as he casually swatted her aside with a flick of his wrist. She crashed to the ground, her aura flickering weakly as she struggled to regain her footing.

Tetsutetsu charged in next, his fists raised as he unleashed a flurry of punches at Overhaul. It wasn't enough to slow him down, though. Overhaul quickly regained his balance, launching another barrage of deadly spikes at the heroes.

Thinking quickly, Izuku summoned his Blackwhip, unleashing long tendrils of dark energy that snaked through the air and wrapped themselves around Overhaul's limbs. Blake added her own ribbon to the mix, binding the villain's arms and legs together tightly. Overhaul struggled against the restraints, but the combined strength of Blackwhip and Gambol Shroud held him firmly in place.

Overhaul roared in frustration, struggling against the bindings as he tried to break free.

Tetsutetsu charged in from the side, landing a few lucky punches on Overhaul's stomach. Overhaul grunted in pain, but quickly regained his composure.

"You think this is enough to stop me?" He sneered, his eyes blazing with fury.

How is he this strong? Blake thought. Mirio had him on the ropes a few minutes ago. Did he use his power to reinforce his muscles and increase his strength?

It was a terrifying thought, and one that only fueled her determination to take him down. She gritted her teeth and pulled tighter on the ribbon.

With a sudden burst of energy, Overhaul flexed his arms and legs, causing the ribbons that bound him to snap apart. Izuku, Tetsutetsu, and Blake braced themselves for the villain's next move, but they were too slow. Overhaul thrust his hands forward, and the entire room erupted into a deafening explosion of raw power.

The force of the blast sent the three heroes hurtling back through the air, their bodies battered and bruised by the impact. As the dust settled, the trio of heroes gradually rose to their feet, their eyes fixed on the looming figure of Overhaul, who stood amidst the wreckage, his chest heaving with every ragged breath.

"I won't let my grand design crumble to dust...at the hands of mere imbeciles!" His gaze fixed on the crumpled form of Nemoto. "...Nemoto, you have done me a great service."

Overhaul sauntered over to the lifeless body, while Izuku attempted to ensnare him with Blackwhip. But Overhaul was quick to react, conjuring a stone barrier to deflect the tendrils.

"You are prepared to die for me, aren't you?" Overhaul asked, his voice laced with a deadly calm. Without waiting for a response, he reached out and grabbed Nemoto's body.

"Then come with me."

With a sudden burst of energy, Overhaul broke down Nemoto's body..and integrated it into himself. The ground shook, and the air itself seemed to tremble, as the two figures merged into a single, monstrous being.

"H-he destroyed himself and his henchman..." Tetsutetsu shuddered.

"And made a new body." Blake completed.

Kai's body twisted and contorted, the flesh warping and reshaping itself into something new and grotesque. Two additional arms sprouted from his sides, each one ending in razor-sharp claws that glinted menacingly in the dim light. The black fabric from Shin's cape stretched and warped, wrapping around Kai's body like a second skin.

His hair, already wild and unkempt, seemed to grow even spikier, jutting out from his head in every direction. The mask that had once covered his face was ripped apart, shattered fragments of it still clinging to his skin. It was as if the mask had fused with his flesh, melding into a twisted visage that was both inhuman and yet strangely familiar. Every inch of his body was covered in black fabric, creating an aura of darkness that seemed to swallow the very light around him.

"I'll be taking Eri back now..." Overhaul said, his voice sounding garbled and horrible.

"You won't lay another finger on her!" Izuku said, intending on keeping that promise. Overhaul just groaned, rolling his eyes in annoyance. Diseased and broken records. Wonderful. Using one of his lower arms, Overhaul touched the floor and recreated the entire floor, back into a sea of earthen spikes.

He made special care to leave some room for maneuverability. Chrono was familiar with the plan, they'd gone over it a dozen times. With the heroes distracted and separated, the white hooded aide went over and grabbed Aizawa by the collar before making his getaway.

All Might's successor looked around and took stock of the new surroundings. Nighteye was still protecting Eri and the depowered Lemillion. Monoma was still slowed down, but it seemed like one of Overhaul's spikes had pushed him back. Thankfully he hadn't been impaled or anything, just shoved back from the sudden eruption. From what Izuku could tell, not only did Chisaki recreate his body, he fully healed it as well. Whatever damage Mirio had done to the yakuza boss was now rendered null.

"You know," Overhaul growled, "I almost feel sorry for you, Lemillion. If you hadn't gotten involved with me, if you hadn't been so...resolute to save one unwanted brat, you could've continued on normally, infected by your dreams of heroism. You wouldn't have lost your Quirk for nothing. But you keep fighting...the resilience is admirable, and that deserves something of a reward..."

Nighteye and Izuku were both stunned by that second to last line. Mirio lost his Quirk? Overhaul perfected the drug?!

Izuku gritted his teeth, his resolve hardening. He charged forward, his body surrounded by a fierce aura as he aimed a punch at the fused Overhaul. But the villain was ready, and he raised one of his spiked arms, swatting Izuku away effortlessly. Tetsutetsu and Blake weren't any luckier; as they rushed forward, Overhaul unleashed a powerful blast of gravel that sent them flying backward, crashing into the walls with bone-shattering force.

Izuku slowly got back up, his body aching from the impact. He glanced over at his companions, relieved to see they were still breathing, but barely. Overhaul stood there, his form pulsating with raw power.

"Diseased..." Overhaul muttered.

Izuku rushed forward again, breaking off the top of one of the already present spikes and grabbing hold of it. He rushed in and brought the hunk of rock down on the villain like a makeshift bludgeon. Overhaul caught it with one of his main arms and disassembled the debris. Turning the tables, the pebbles of the rock were turned into a scattershot of spikes that would have impaled Izuku and ended the fight then and there were it not for Izuku's iron soles.

"If strength and speed are all you've got...this won't take long," Overhaul sneered. While distracted with the hero to be, a rubber stamp flew at Overhaul with the speed of a bullet. He quickly discarded the stone scattershot and brought up his monstrous arms to block the shot. Nighteye rushed in, stamps at the ready between his fingers.

"Deku! Take care of Lemillion and Eri! I'll take him on!" All Might's former sidekick called out.

"Roger!" Izuku called back.

A barrage of stamps fired out at the yakuza boss, keeping him on the defensive. Close the gap while limiting his offensive options, that was Nighteye's plan. It would keep him from changing the environment again. The battle plan was banking on Eraserhead to keep the criminal's Quirk neutralized, but with him gone...

"What did you do with Eraser?!" Nighteye demanded.

"My aide's giving your friend a private tour of the VIP room! Remember, I happen to have an interest in those who can erase Quirks!" Overhaul answered cryptically.

"It makes sense. Someone so obsessed with destroying the Quirks of others would be terrified of losing his own. Were you really so scared of Lemillion that you wasted one of your limited perfect doses on him?!" Nighteye taunted, trying to rattle the villain.

Overhaul's expression soured. "Don't act so smug." He replied, his tone ominous. With a swift movement, he broke free from Nighteye's stamp barrage and sent a powerful shockwave through the ground, knocking the hero back.

With Overhaul's attention on Sir, Izuku bounced between the spikes and quickly made his way over to Mirio and Eri. Even in all the chaos, Mirio was staying strong for the little girl.

"Eri! Mirio!" Izuku called out as he came to a screeching halt, "Mirio...can you walk?"

"Yeah...no...no problem," Mirio huffed, "but after all that...I failed her. Didn't I?"

Izuku wasn't expecting that. He looked between the still shocked girl, his distress obvious, and the defeated permeation hero.

"No...no you didn't," Izuku answered.

Izuku kicked down a wall, creating an opening for their escape. "This is the way we came in," he panted, trying to keep his voice steady. "We just need to get out of here and-"

But Eri's grip tightened on Mirio's costume, her body shaking with fear. "N-no," she whispered.

Izuku's heart sank. He couldn't just leave her there. "What's wrong?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

"Y-you've done enough. I'm...I'm sorry..." Eri whimpered, tears streaming down her face.

Without hesitation, Izuku picked up both Eri and Mirio and started running towards the exit. As they fled, Mirio stole one last glance at Nighteye.

"Sir..." he called out, his voice barely above a whisper.

Nighteye stood his ground, his eyes narrowed as he watched Overhaul's movements. The yakuza boss was powerful, there was no doubt about that. With a quick glance into the future, Nighteye knew exactly where Overhaul would strike next. He sidestepped the incoming attack with ease, his movements fluid and precise.

Overhaul growled in frustration, throwing another punch at Nighteye. But the former sidekick was too quick, too nimble. He darted to the side, evading the attack with the grace of a dancer. The two continued to circle each other, Overhaul lashing out with punch after punch, kick after kick. Nighteye avoided them all, his body moving with a fluidity that seemed almost supernatural.

To an outsider, it just seemed like Nighteye was more agile. But to Mirio, it was obvious. The fluidity of his mentor's motions, they were almost practiced. Like they had happened before. Indeed, Sir Nighteye had activated his Quirk.

The future he saw had only changed once- when Izuku Midoriya used Blackwhip against him. But, like always, the timelines would just loop back to the main one. It was like his quirk was taunting him, reminding him that he couldn't change fate.

Yet, for a brief moment, he thought he found a loophole- a way to halt someone's destiny and prevent it from becoming reality. He reached out to Chisaki, hoping to alter his future.

But it was a fool's errand.

It happened again.

Four timelines branching off from one decision. Four different fates, all leading to one outcome.

And in the end, it didn't matter.

Overhaul would escape.

The sound of fabric and flesh tearing echoed out in that underground chamber, with crimson splatters forming on the rough stone floor. Overhaul's eyes were wide, not in shock but in triumph. He must've been wearing the most manic grin behind that beaked mask of his.

Usually, when something bad happened, Izuku would feel a horrible pain in his head. And when he turned to see Nighteye...

Izuku felt a cold, white-hot rage inside him, an anger that threatened to consume him entirely. Blackwhip was flooding out of his hands as he ran, violently ripping through his gloves and gauntlets...

Izuku charged forward with a fury that shook the very foundations of the underground chamber. The tendrils of Blackwhip burst forth from his arms like writhing serpents, lashing out at Overhaul with a ferocity that left the villain reeling. Overhaul struggled and squirmed, but it was no use. The tendrils were too strong, too powerful.

"You...how...dare you..." Izuku growled.

"All bark...no bite, hero," Overhaul smirked. One of his lower hands managed to touch the ground, causing one giant spike to erupt and rip through the Blackwhip tendrils.

Izuku's eyes narrowed as he felt the heat of his rage intensify. He could feel the power of One for All coursing through his veins- his power had 'quadrupled', from 5% to 20%. He focused his energy, and Blackwhip erupted out of him once more, writhing like crazy. The more it writhed, the more red energy built up around it...

Izuku's face contorted with fury as he unleashed the full, terrifying force of Blackwhip on Overhaul. The tendrils lashed out with an unbridled rage, tearing through the air with a deafening howl. The black tendrils slammed into him with the force of a freight train, sending him hurtling through the air. The ground shook as he collided with a wall, causing a shower of rubble to rain down around him.

Overhaul growled as he felt his bones 'knit' themselves back together, thanks to his Quirk. He couldn't deny the power of that attack, nor the hatred behind it. The intensity of that attack was something else entirely, something he hadn't expected.

Meanwhile, Izuku's body was straining under the weight of his own power. The blast he unleashed had taken a toll on his own body, leaving him feeling drained and weak. I've...never used Blackwhip like that before... Izuku grunted. He needed to reign it in- no broken bones in this battle.

"You realize...that everything got worse as soon as you all showed...right?" Overhaul taunted, "Give it up...before you prove me right...and Lemillion wrong."

"No. I don't care if someone says it's set in stone. Whether it's a future where I'm seen dead or hunted, or a future where you escape," Izuku said, balling his fist tightly, "I'll take that future...and smash right PAST IT!"

Suddenly...something smashed right through the wall. Psyphon's giant, oversized body.

"WHAT?!" Overhaul roared, his eyes darting to see the cause of the disruption. Izuku took the chance and almost landed a powerful kick on Overhaul's head. The Hassaikai boss ducked under the blow and used his Quirk to cause a pillar of stone to erupt towards All Might's successor. A beam of rainbow light shattered the pillar before it could make contact.

"Ochako!" Izuku yelled.

"More and more of you diseased children. It's DISGUSTING!"

Ochako walked out, looking confused. "W-what the hell is going on here!?" Ochako asked.

Overhaul's eyes shrank. ...so. This is the one Psyphon warned me about. The girl... Overhaul thought.

Ochako didn't know it, but her being there was exactly what Overhaul needed. With both heroes-to-be distracted, the young yakuza boss slammed both of his lower arms on the ground and launched Izuku back with a pillar of stone. Overhaul turned on a dime and launched himself forward with a second pillar. His larger, upper arms reached out as he soared through the air, closing in on Ochako faster than she was ready for.

For a moment, time seemed to slow down. Ochako's eye widened in horror as she realized the danger she was in. She tried to fire a laser, but it was already too late. Overhaul's hand closed around her shoulder, and with one single touch, he activated his quirk.

Ochako felt a sudden, intense pressure on her chest. It was as if all of the air in her lungs had been sucked out at once, leaving her gasping for breath. A searing pain shot through her body, and she could feel her muscles and bones (?) twisting and contorting in ways they were never meant to.

It was like being caught in a vice, with every inch of her being crushed and squeezed until she thought she might explode.

She wanted to scream, but no sound would come out.

The pain was too much, too overwhelming.

There was a blinding flash of light, and then...

Nothing.

Izuku's heart seemed to stop as he watched in horror. The air around him crackled with energy, and he could feel the full force of his rage building inside him like a storm. But it was too late. Ochako's Chromastone form lay scattered on the ground, her top half destroyed beyond recognition. The Omnitrix clattered to the ground. It spun around like a broken record, and dropped to the ground.

That was it.

Ochako...

Was gone.

Mirio's heart raced as he heard the sound of something shattering in the distance. His mind immediately went to Ochako and the others, and he feared the worst.

"Eri, we need to move," He said, his voice shaking. "We need to go-" Eri began to panic. She clung to Mirio, her whole body trembling.

"I-I can't do this," She gasped. "I can't…I can't…leave…" Mirio's heart broke at the sight of Eri's fear. He knew that they couldn't stay there, but he also knew that he couldn't leave Eri alone…

Tetsutetsu and Blake stood frozen, their eyes wide with shock and horror. They couldn't believe what they had just witnessed.

Tetsutetsu felt a lump form in his throat as he struggled to comprehend the loss of their friend. He hadn't trained with her often, but…fighting alongside her was…an honor.

Blake's eyes were filled with tears, and she struggled to hold back a sob. She had only known Ochako for a short time, but the kindness and warmth she had shown her had left a deep impression.

"...what am I gonna tell the others?"

Monoma felt his heart pounding in his chest as he came out of Chronostasis' quirk effect. The world around him seemed to slow down, as if he were moving through molasses. But then, as his vision cleared, he saw what had happened.

"C-class 1-A…are supposed to be…" Monoma muttered. "The main characters…w-why did this-"

Albedo stumbled out of the hole in the wall, his eyes fixed on the broken fragments of Chromastone. For a moment, he couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't breathe. This was death, the great equalizer, the one thing that even the most powerful beings in the universe could not escape.

But this was not just any death.

Albedo's mind reeled, his thoughts a jumbled mess of memories and regrets. He could see her face, so full of life and energy, and now it was…

He tried to speak, to say something, anything, but his voice caught in his throat. The tears came then, hot and unstoppable, streaming down his face and soaking his clothes. He fell to his knees, his body shaking with the force of his sobs. This was not supposed to happen. She was supposed to take Ben's mantle, and make it her own. To live and laugh and love and fight and try and cry and-

Overhaul stood over the broken fragments of Chromastone's body with a sick, twisted grin on his face. He savored the moment, relishing in the pain and suffering he had caused.

"Oh, how delicious," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Such a pity that your little friend had to die so soon..she looked like the brightest of all of you. But it was all worth it, just to see the look on your faces."

He chuckled, a cold, heartless sound that sent shivers down the spines of those around him.

"I hope you all enjoyed the show," Overhaul sneered.

Izuku's mind went blank for a moment, as if he had forgotten how to think, how to breathe. He stumbled backwards, his heart racing in his chest. Panic clawed at his mind, threatening to overwhelm him completely. He could feel his hands shaking uncontrollably, and he couldn't seem to make himself move.

But then, something inside him snapped.

Izuku let out a primal, furious sound that echoed through the underground chamber.

He didn't care about the consequences anymore. Izuku's anger was so intense that he couldn't control the power flowing through his body. The energy built up inside him like a volcano about to erupt-

"I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU, CHISAKI!"

Overhaul smirked and turned to face Izuku, holding out one of his hands. In the middle of his palm, a second mouth opened and began to speak.

"You're blaming the wrong person here. To such a horrible situation, there was just one solution. You know I'm right. If you'd just heeded my words and obeyed, they wouldn't be in this situation! One of your heroes is powerless and two of them are DEAD. DEAD! YOU HEAR ME?! That's two more deaths on your hands, ERI!" The words echoed out with purple soundwaves from that extended hand and, despite the distance between them, they reached their intended recipient.

"IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED?!" Overhaul roared. All those words...to the heroes fighting against Overhaul, they were just a vapid attempt at a threat. To Izuku in particular, they were the last words of a dead man walking. But to one person, they were true.

To Eri...it was the truth. She'd killed...two more? Two? She didn't want this. She didn't want any of this. These heroes were fighting so hard to save her and they were dying for that goal. She wasn't worth that sacrifice! She had to go back, she could stop this! She mentally scolded herself for ever thinking she could disobey her captor. If she'd never run away back in the city then Lemillion would still have his Quirk and people would still be alive. She was terrified of every day she spent here, but, in her mind, fear was better than death.

Monoma couldn't dare to listen to his words for another second. Despite the fear in his body, he needed to help! Monoma rushed over to Sir Nighteye- he could see the hero's body was on the brink, with shallow breaths and a faint pulse.

"Sir Nighteye! I'm here to help," Monoma said, his voice cracking with emotion.

Nighteye weakly opened his eyes and gazed up at Monoma. "It's too late for me, Monoma..." He said, his voice barely above a whisper. Monoma could feel tears welling up in his eyes as he listened to Nighteye's words. "Go...go help Ochako..."

"S-Sir Nighteye," Monoma stammered, the tears now streaming down his face. "Ochako...she's dead. Overhaul killed her."

Nighteye's eyes widened for a moment, but then he closed them again, shaking his head slowly. "No, Monoma," he said, his voice firm despite his weakened state. "...Ochako's not dead..."

"W-what?"

"Believe me..." Nighteye said, blinking his eyes. "I...can see it now..."

Nighteye's Foresight was hazy and fragmented, but he knew what he was seeing. He could see the possible futures, branching out before him like a twisted, tangled web.

In one, he saw Ochako returning to them, but at the cost of Izuku's life. In another, he saw both of them surviving, but only after enduring unimaginable pain and suffering. And in the final one, he saw no one surviving at all.

But they all led back to one thing.

"Sir...forgive me for sounding like that guy...but Ochako is missing the entire top half of her body! I don't think she can come back from that!" Monoma countered.

Nighteye's voice was weak, but he spoke with a sense of conviction. "I know it may seem impossible, but I have seen it. In one of my visions, I saw someone...tapping on the Omnitrix. And as they did, Ochako's body began to reform. It was as if she became a new alien..."

"A new alien?" Monoma asked.

"Yes...one who can hold back Overhaul, but only for a bit..." Nighteye explained. "...Izuku will keep him pinned down for a while. Please- someone save her..."

"I-I will," A small, weak, and terrified voice said. Monoma and Nighteye looked over in shock, to see Eri coming back into the room.

"I-I came back!" Eri shouted.

"Yes, you did..." Overhaul grinned.

Izuku's eyes widened in fury, and he refused to let Overhaul take Eri away again. His body trembled with rage as Blackwhip shot out from his back, snaking around violently as if it had a mind of its own. The tendrils of dark energy thrashed about, lashing out at Overhaul with deadly precision.

The villain barely had time to react as Izuku launched himself at him, fists flying like a blur. Overhaul tried to defend himself, but Izuku's blows were too fast, too powerful. Each punch landed with a sickening thud, sending shockwaves through the air and leaving deep, bloody marks on Overhaul's flesh. Blackwhip continued to whip around, slamming into Overhaul's body with incredible force.

It was as if Izuku had become a force of nature, a hurricane of fury and strength. His body moved with inhuman speed and agility, his punches landing like thunderbolts. With each strike, he seemed to grow stronger, more unstoppable.

Monoma watched Izuku fight, eyes focused on the tendrils. Is he channeling that internal power of his into Blackwhip? Monoma's point of view was flawed, but not far off from the truth. Whenever Izuku struck, whenever he jumped around, whenever he did anything, he was building something up.

"Please...please stop..." Eri begged.

"Can't you hear her, hero?" Overhaul taunted, "Look at him, ERI! Look at him fight! All alone, fueled by rage! Do you really think he can win?!"

"...n-no..."

Izuku didn't hear Eri's response. He was too lost in his own rage, too consumed by his desire to take down Overhaul. His tears mixed with sweat as he continued to rain down blows on the villain, each one filled with the weight of his promise to smash the future.

But then, something happened. Izuku's body started to strain, his muscles screaming in agony as they were pushed beyond their limits. He could feel his bones cracking, his skin tearing as he pushed himself to the brink of collapse.

And still, he didn't stop. He couldn't stop. He had to win. He had to protect Eri. He had to save everyone.

He...

He had to avenge.

He...

Kid.

A voice.

You're tearing yourself in half, especially by overusing my quirk with the fifth's...

What?

I'm not telling you to quit, but...snap out of it.

Don't die fighting someone like him.

"Then if you don't think he can win..." Overhaul said, dodging one of Izuku's last attacks, "what should you do?"

"Come...come back to you," Eri managed to squeak out, slowly walking towards the masked yakuza, "A-and in return...y-you'll fix everyone!"

"That I will. Because I think you get it now. You understand what I've been trying to drill into your head for months. Disobedience...begets death. Simple. As. So much easier to take away the pain yourself then letting all these people suffer. You hear that, hero? Lemillion's spark? That ember of hope he gifted her? I just snuffed it out. And if you still haven't figured it out yet...let me spell it out for you. Eri doesn't want your help."

Izuku's body was trembling with exhaustion, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Eri didn't want his help? Had he failed her? Had he failed everyone?

He staggered backwards, his eyes locked on Eri as she walked towards Overhaul. The villain's words echoed in his head, taunting him, mocking him. He could feel his grip on reality slipping away, his body and mind pushed to their absolute limits.

Nighteye wanted to tell him 'there's no fighting fate'.

But...

He couldn't accept it.

"Now...come here, Eri. And we can leave." Overhaul said, his voice still resembling a growl. He thought he'd won. But there was one thing that no one had really picked up on, either because they were so focused on the fight or because of sheer fiery rage.

No one noticed that the crystalline remains of Ochako were...moving.

...and that was Monoma's doing. In midst of all the chaos, with Blackwhip raining down on Overhaul like a hailstorm, he made a mad dash to where Ochako's body was lying. Monoma's heart was racing as he reached Ochako's body. He knew it was a long shot, but he couldn't just leave her there. Without a second thought, he slammed down the Omnitrix, praying that it would do something.

At first, nothing happened. The Omnitrix beeped and whirred, but there was no response from Ochako's body. Monoma's heart sank.

"It...it's pointless." Albedo said, shaking. "There's...nothing that can be done."

But Monoma tried again. And again. And again.

Monoma's hands were shaking as he slapped the Omnitrix down repeatedly. He didn't know what he was doing, he was just trying to do something, anything to save Ochako. He felt like he was vamping on stage, desperately trying to keep the audience's attention while he tried to remember his lines. But this was no act, no show. This was real.

There was no second showing of this production.

And suddenly, something started to happen.

Ochako's crystalline remains began to shake and tremble, as the Omnitrix began to float up and spin. Albedo perked up, as he saw the 'magic' occur right before his eyes.

"W-what is this?" Albedo asked.

The crystalline remains of Ochako began to rise from the ground, as if being summoned by some unseen force. They flew through the air towards the Omnitrix, spinning around it. And then, something miraculous happened. The crystal fragments began to reform, taking on a new shape and form. They shifted and molded, coming together to create a new body for Ochako.

A burst of pink light shone from behind Overhaul, the sound of the Omnitrix activating shocking and confusing the Hassaikai head. That should've been impossible! He watched her crumble under his grip! No one was able to survi-!

Overhaul turned around just in time to be met with a powerful uppercut that launched him skyward, over Izuku and Eri, before he slammed into the stone wall. No one could believe what they saw. Because what they saw...was Ochako. Her body was still crystalline in appearance, but instead of a magenta or dark purple look to her crystals, they were a bright aquamarine.

"You...you have..." Izuku gasped in surprise.

"Diamondhead," Ochako nodded.