Hello! Welcome back to the fic and its fifteenth chapter, the third installment of the Naruhata Crisis Arc.
In the previous chapter, we saw the aftermath of the battle between Izuku and Number 6, as well as a bonding moment between the Naruhata vigilantes and the Izuku Squad. Knuckleduster and his group also made an appearance, revealing that the old vigilante had been watching the battle unfold in Chapter XIII.
I was supposed to upload this chapter yesterday (September 5th), but I got a bit busy, so I'm uploading it today (although depending on when you're reading this, it might not actually be "today"—time is weird like that).
Chapter XVI will be uploaded on September 10th, which just so happens to be my birthday, so I hope you show it (the chapter) lots of love!
Since I don't have much else to add, I'll jump right into answering your reviews:
Catcher0424: Hey, thanks for the review. I hope you're still enjoying the fic!
Ryuujin96: Good to see you again! Don't worry, I'm planning to give more focus to Kazuho and Koichi, so this arc won't be the last time we see them. As for Izuku, his time to shine is coming soon.
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"Evil is not born, it is taught."
Chapter XV: The Shadow Looming.
The sun shone brightly over the rooftop of an abandoned apartment building in Naruhata Ward, where Koichi's makeshift residence was located. The expansive space, cluttered with various tools and equipment, offered a panoramic view of the bustling city below. A slight breeze carried a hint of dust, adding to the rugged charm of the place.
Koichi, clad in his distinctive vigilante outfit, stood in a combat stance, his eyes sharp and determined. "Alright, Midoriya, watch closely," he said, a note of excitement in his voice.
With remarkable agility, he maneuvered across the rooftop, weaving between obstacles with ease. "If I had more space, I could show you how fast I can really go—like a speeding train," he explained, skidding to a stop beside the green-haired teen.
Izuku, notebook in hand, was scribbling furiously, His eyes darting between Koichi and his page. His pen moved in tandem with his thoughts. Koichi's energy manipulation could be a game-changer," he murmured, his voice a mix of excitement and concentration. "If he can harness and project energy from different points on his body, he could essentially turn his attacks into multi-directional bursts, like an energy fragmentation grenade."
As Koichi prepared for his next move, he leaped into the air, seemingly defying gravity. With effortless grace, he performed a series of mid-air spins and flips. His quirk, known for its incredible speed and agility, allowed him to navigate the air with almost ethereal fluidity. The audience of friends, minus Pop—who was already familiar with Koichi's abilities—watched in awe as he demonstrated his control in the air.
"Whoa!" exclaimed Izuku, watching in fascination. "So, he can really adjust his speed mid-air. That's incredible!"
Koichi, landing smoothly, picked up a few empty cans from a nearby crate. Holding them in one hand, he hurled them into the air and began firing repulsion bursts with pinpoint accuracy, sending the cans spinning in various directions. "This is my KGD attack. It's pretty useful for targeting multiple enemies at once."
Izuku's pen flew across his notebook as he jotted down notes mumbling. His mind racing with possibilities, "If Koichi can channel energy this way, could he create energy bursts from multiple points on his body? Like, if he could make energy burst from his arms, legs, or even his torso, it would increase his versatility in combat."
Pop, who had been observing from the sidelines, raised an eyebrow at Izuku's enthusiasm. "You've got a good idea there, Midoriya. Koichi, have you ever tried something like that?"
The Crawler paused, looking thoughtful as he heard the suggestion. "Actually, I haven't focused energy from multiple points at once. It's an interesting idea. I usually concentrate it where it's most effective, but... maybe it's worth exploring."
Hitoshi, leaning against a nearby wall, interjected. "Midoriya, sometimes you overthink things. It's impressive, but you'll wear yourself out if you keep this up."
Izuku looked up, his face flushed with excitement. "Sorry, I just get so caught up in the possibilities!"
Mei, who had been tinkering with the modifications on Koichi's shoes, muttered to herself, "This tech is so outdated. Why can't people use better materials? I'm always fixing these things."
Koichi glanced at her, slightly amused. "If you've got any suggestions for improvements, I'm all ears."
The inventor shot him a look, rolling her eyes. "Just leave it to me. I'll have you running circles around everyone in no time."
The sun was beginning its descent, casting a warm golden hue over the rooftop of the abandoned apartment building. The group had wrapped up their training session for the moment, their breathing heavy but satisfied. Koichi, Izuku, and their friends took a well-deserved break, sitting on the edge of the rooftop and gazing out over the city of Naruhata.
Pop leaned back, her eyes scanning the skyline. "Good work today, everyone. We've made some real progress."
Hitoshi stretched, his usual smirk softened into a relaxed grin. "Yeah, not bad for a day's exhibition. Especially considering all the new ideas flying around."
Izuku was still absorbed in his notes, jotting down observations and theories with a fervor that was both endearing and exhausting. Mei, meanwhile, was examining the various pieces of equipment scattered across the rooftop, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.
Koichi looked around at his friends, his expression one of quiet satisfaction. "You all did great today. I appreciate the feedback and the energy you're putting into this."
As they relaxed, the conversation shifted to lighter topics. Izuku and Mei discussed potential upgrades for Koichi's gear, while Hitoshi and Pop exchanged jokes. The sense of camaraderie and growing friendship was palpable, each member of the group contributing to the bond that was forming among them.
After a short break, it was time for Izuku and Hitoshi to demonstrate their skills. Izuku, wearing his training gear, faced off against Hitoshi, who now wielded a long, sleek baton. Mei had dubbed it the "Problem Solver"—a name that hinted at its formidable capabilities.
The baton was a cylindrical rod, about a meter long, with a black metallic finish. Its surface was lined with intricate, glowing circuits that pulsed faintly with a purple light, hinting at its high-tech nature. As Hitoshi gripped it firmly, the rod emitted a soft hum, its energy core activated. He twirled it effortlessly in his hands, the baton's light catching the late afternoon sun.
Izuku eyed the baton curiously. "What's that thing?"
Hitoshi smirked. "It's something Mei whipped up. Supposed to give me an edge. Let's see how well it works."
Mei stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "This is something I've been working on for a while. I started with the idea of creating a device that could channel and control energy in a versatile way. I was inspired by the concept of focusing energy into a tool or weapon, which I thought could be incredibly useful."
She continued, gesturing to the baton. "The design started with a basic rod shape, but I wanted it to be more than just a physical weapon. So, I integrated a high-energy core inside it. This core generates a steady flow of energy that can be controlled and directed."
Mei activated the baton, and the circuits glowed brighter. "The energy core is what powers the staff. The circuits on the rod are conduits that help distribute the energy evenly. This allows the baton to deliver electrical bursts with precision, making it effective both for offense and defense. The glowing lines you see are not just for show—they're crucial for focusing the energy and making sure it's channeled effectively."
Koichi's eyes widened with admiration. "So, it's not just a weapon for attacking. It's also defensive, and you can adjust the energy output depending on what's needed?"
"Exactly," Mei confirmed, nodding enthusiastically. "The staff can adapt its energy output based on the situation, making it versatile for various combat scenarios. The design ensures that the energy is both powerful and controllable."
Hitoshi demonstrated the staff's capabilities with a series of precise movements. "It's incredibly balanced and versatile. I can see how this will give me an advantage in different situations."
Kazuho, watching the demonstration, commented, "This is an amazing piece of tech. Combining energy manipulation with combat capabilities is a real game-changer."
After Mei's demonstration of the baton, Anakin and Obi-Wan, observing from their ethereal vantage, exchanged astonished glances.
Anakin, his voice filled with disbelief, said, "No way. Master, did that crazy girl actually managed to build an electrostaff from scratch? Just from her own theories and observations? That's insane."
Obi Wan, initially stunned, nodded slowly. "It is quite extraordinary. We had to face those weapons in combat, and they were formidable. Seeing her create one on her own—well, it's both impressive and a bit alarming."
The Chosen One of the Force's initial shock gave way to admiration. "I have to give her credit. To invent something so complex without prior knowledge—it's remarkable. She's got real talent and determination."
Obi-Wan's expression softened into a smile of respect. "Absolutely. It's a testament to her ingenuity. Let's just hope her creations are used for good. They have the potential to be both powerful and dangerous."
"Well," Anakin said with a smirk, "at least she didn't create a MagnaGuard to go with that electrostaff. That would have been a whole new level of trouble."
His former master chuckled, nodding in agreement. "True. That would have been quite the sight—and quite a challenge for everyone involved."
Luke and Leia exchanged impressed looks. The male twin's eyes wide with admiration, said, "Imagine if Mei had been with the Rebel Alliance. Her skills with tech like this could have made a huge difference."
Leia, nodding in agreement, added, "Absolutely. With her ability to invent such advanced weaponry from scratch, she would have been a game-changer for our cause. We could've used her ingenuity back then."
Izuku and Hitoshi squared off, their stances reflecting their readiness. The brainwasher, gripping the sleek baton Mei had designed, eyed Izuku with a determined gaze. The baton, glowing faintly with a purple light, crackled softly as he prepared to test its capabilities.
Izuku looked at him with an uncertain expression. His hand brushed the hilt of his lightsaber, but he hesitated. It stemmed from his belief that using the full power of his lightsaber might be excessive for a demonstration.
Hitoshi, noticing Izuku's hesitation, frowned slightly. "Izuku, if we're going to do this, I want us both to show our skills fully. Holding back your abilities is disrespectful to the fight and to our training. If we're doing this, let's do it right."
Master Yoda's voice echoed in Izuku's mind, carrying the weight of his wisdom. "Hesitate, you should not. Honor the duel, you must. All your strength, you should use."
Feeling the encouragement from both Hitoshi and Yoda, Izuku took a deep breath. The weight of their words solidified his resolve. With a decisive motion, he ignited his lightsaber, the blade casting a brilliant, steady glow.
The battle began. Hitoshi's baton moved with precision, each swing crackling with electric energy. Izuku, now fully committed, met each attack with the grace and skill of a trained Jedi. His lightsaber glowed brightly as he parried and deflected the baton's strikes, the electric discharges creating a dramatic contrast against the saber's light.
Koichi's eyes widened with clear amazement and intrigue. "So that's what the weapon Pop mentioned looks like in action," he murmured, captivated by the sight. The weapon's elegance and power were unlike anything he had seen before.
Mei stood beside Koichi, her eyes gleaming with fascination. "I've seen it before, but every time, I'm still blown away by it."
Pop nodded, agreeing with Mei's description. Hitoshi's movements were sharp and practiced, showcasing his growing mastery with the baton. He wielded it with both agility and power, the electric arcs adding an extra layer of challenge. He swung the baton in wide arcs, sending electric pulses toward Izuku, who deftly used his lightsaber to deflect the energy with swift, precise strikes.
The room buzzed with the energy of their combat. Each clash of lightsaber and baton resonated through the space, filling the air with a rhythmic symphony of hums and crackles. Hitoshi's attacks grew more rapid and unpredictable, his electric discharges intensifying as he sought to catch Izuku off guard. Izuku, in turn, responded with a fluid combination of lightsaber strikes and Force-enhanced reflexes, matching Hitoshi's intensity with equal skill.
Izuku, briefly pulling back to avoid a particularly fierce electric discharge, shouted, "Shinso, where did you learn to use that baton so well?"
Hitoshi, keeping his focus on the fight, responded between strikes. "At Ojiro's dojo. While you were studying Kenjutsu there, I developed an interest in various weapons. My Quirk doesn't enhance my physical strength or give me special abilities, so I decided to train with weapons to compensate. The baton fascinated me for its versatility and the skill required to wield it effectively."
Izuku nodded in understanding, admiring Hitoshi's dedication to mastering a martial discipline "That makes sense. It's really impressive."
As Hitoshi adapted his approach, he began using rapid, unpredictable strikes, aiming to catch Izuku off guard. The baton's electric discharges intensified, each crackle of energy adding urgency to the clash. Izuku used the Force to sense and anticipate Hitoshi's movements, countering each electric strike with a deft maneuver of his lightsaber.
The fight continued to escalate. Izuku and Hitoshi pushed their limits, their mutual respect evident in their focused and skillful exchanges. The dynamic interplay between the baton's electric energy and Izuku's lightsaber created a captivating spectacle of martial prowess. The electric arcs from Hitoshi's baton occasionally sizzled against Izuku's saber, producing a brilliant display of light and sound.
Kazuho, observing the sparring couldn't help but speak her mind. "Why don't you use your Quirk, Shinso? It might give you an advantage."
Hitoshi glanced at her, still focused on the fight, and shook his head. "Midoriya's Quirk makes him immune to my mental manipulation. It wouldn't work on him."
As the fight reached its peak, both combatants began to show signs of fatigue. Their movements became more deliberate, yet their skill remained sharp. Hitoshi's baton crackled with one final surge of energy, while Izuku's lightsaber glowed brightly. The respect between them was palpable as they exchanged a final series of strikes, each executed with precision and grace.
Koichi, witnessing the intensity of the duel, marveled at the display of skill. "This is incredible. Izuku's technique is flawless. And Hitoshi's control over that baton is remarkable."
Mei, her eyes tracking the combat with keen interest, added, "I'm amazed at how well they're handling this. Both of them are showing exceptional skill."
Pop, equally fascinated, remarked, "This is a real display of talent. The way they're pushing their limits is impressive."
With a decisive move, Izuku used the Force to deflect a particularly powerful strike from Hitoshi's baton, sending the baton spinning out of his opponent's grasp. The room fell into a respectful silence as Izuku and Hitoshi stepped back, their breaths heavy but their expressions filled with mutual respect.
"Well, that's enough for now," Izuku said, his voice a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. He extended a hand toward Hitoshi, a gesture of camaraderie. "Great match. You really pushed me."
Hitoshi, catching his breath, accepted the handshake with a nod. "You're pretty impressive yourself, Midoriya. I'm glad we had this chance to spar."
Mei, still observing, added with a grin, "I'd say this was a success. You both showed a lot of skill. Besides, I got a lot of data for updating this baby."
Koichi, processing the intensity of the duel, marveled further. "Seeing this in action was truly eye-opening. I had no idea what to expect, but both of you exceeded my expectations."
The rooftop, still charged with the energy of their combat, slowly began to settle into a quieter hum. Izuku wiped his brow with the back of his hand and looked at Hitoshi with a grin. "That was incredible."
Hitoshi, catching his breath, nodded in agreement. "You're not too shabby yourself. I've learned a lot from this."
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the staircase door creaking open. The door revealed Knuckleduster, Soga, and their associates stepping into the rooftop, their entrance commanding attention. Knuckleduster's imposing figure and battle-scarred attire immediately drew everyone's gaze. His single remaining eye scanned the group with a penetrating intensity.
"Looks like we missed quite the fight," Knuckleduster rumbled, his voice gravelly with age and experience. "Good work handling Number 6. Heard you made quite an impression."
The padawan looked up, slightly surprised. "Huh. Thank you, sir. I was just trying to do my best and protect Haneyama."
Knuckleduster's gaze softened just a fraction, though his voice remained rough. "And what's your goal, kid? What do you see for your future?"
Izuku, surprise fading as he met his gaze confidently, replied, "I want to be a hero who saves everyone with a smile, someone who doesn't shy away from intervening even when it's not my place."
The grizzled vigilante's lips curled into a knowing grin. "I like that fire on you. How would you feel about me becoming your mentor? I could teach you a thing or two about dealing with villains."
Koichi, overhearing this, sweat-dropped at the thought of his mentor potentially taking on a new apprentice. He wiped his brow with a nervous chuckle. Memories of the time when the old man took him under his wings flashing on his mind. "Looks like master got plans for you, Midoriya. Hope you're ready for some tough lessons."
Soga, who had been standing silently by Knuckleduster's side, stepped forward with a more serious expression. "Let's focus. Number 6 is gearing up for something big, and we need to regroup. The old man dragged us here for a reason."
He handed Knuckleduster the steel knuckles with the defibrillator. The old vigilante took the items with a nod. Strapping on the new gear, he looked at the gathered group with a determined smile. "Get ready. There's much to prepare for, and we're about to dive into the thick of it."
As Knuckleduster spoke, Izuku, Mei, and Hitoshi exchanged puzzled glances, feeling lost in the conversation. They had no idea what the old vigilante was talking about, sensing they were out of their depth. Noticing their confusion, Koichi leaned in and whispered, "Don't worry too much. My master's always like this. Just go with the flow, and you'll be fine."
Hitoshi, however, frowned, his practical mind racing. "Following him could put us at risk of being labeled vigilantes. That would ruin our chances of becoming heroes," he pointed out, concern evident in his tone.
Koichi stepped forward, his usually cheerful demeanor turning serious for a moment. "Shinso, I get what you're saying, but trust me, we won't let it get that far. I've been doing this long enough to know where the lines are."
Knuckleduster, overhearing the conversation, grunted with a heavy sigh. "You're already in deep, kid. The moment your friend tangled with that psycho, a big target was slapped on your back." He hated to be blunt, but he pressed on. "As I see it, you've got two options: help us take that bastard down, or sit back and watch him pick us off, one by one."
Hitoshi's jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists at his sides. The gravity of Knuckleduster's words weighed heavily on him, his eyes narrowing as he processed the implications. His frustration simmered just beneath the surface, his posture tense and unyielding.
Koichi's stance remained firm, yet there was a subtle shift as he placed a reassuring hand on Hitoshi's shoulder. The gesture was small, almost imperceptible, but it carried a promise—an unspoken vow to keep them all safe. The brainwasher turned his gaze toward Izuku, a silent question in his eyes, seeking his friend's direction.
Izuku, ever the optimist, met Hitoshi's eyes with a determined nod. His expression was resolute, filled with conviction. He didn't need to say much; the look in his eyes spoke volumes. "We have to help them. What kind of heroes would we be if we let fear dictate our actions? We're in this together, Shinso, Mei."
The pink haired inventor, who had been tinkering with a device in her hands, paused. Her usually animated expression had softened into something more thoughtful. She glanced at both of her friends and nodded, her mind already racing with ideas on how to fortify their gear, her resolve clear in her eyes.
Knuckleduster, his gaze hardening, looked at the trio. "You've got guts, I'll give you that. But guts alone won't keep you alive out there." His voice softened, the rough edge giving way to something more protective. "We'll keep an eyer on you. I've been around long enough to know how to handle this kind of mess, and I won't let some damn psycho take down the next generation."
Soga, leaning casually against a wall, offered a wry smile. "Not every day you see a bunch of rookies stepping up like this. Makes me a bit nostalgic."
Izuku managed a grin, still processing everything. "Looks like we've got a lot to learn from each other."
Soga chuckled, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "Oh, definitely. And if you're lucky, you might just survive the experience."
The tension in Hitoshi's shoulders eased slightly. He exchanged a look with Koichi, the silent understanding passing between them. No more words were needed; they had made their decision. They would face the danger together, cautiously, but with unwavering resolve.
- THE FORCE AWAKENS –
The dimly lit conference room at Tokyo City Hall was a stark contrast to the chaotic events it was about to address. The white walls and polished floor reflected the cold light from the digital display, which flickered with haunting images of the recent attack. Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi stood at the head of the long, glossy table, his grave expression accentuated by the fatigue etched into his neatly combed hair. His tailored suit, though impeccable, seemed to highlight the weariness in his eyes as he adjusted his glasses.
Tsukauchi was known for his meticulous nature and no-nonsense approach, and tonight, the gravity of the situation was palpable. His usual composure was marred by the urgency of the crisis at hand.
At the table sat three of Tokyo's most esteemed heroes: Best Jeanist, Edgeshot, and Ingenium. Best Jeanist, with his impeccable, flowing denim costume, radiated calm authority. His eyes, sharp and vigilant, betrayed a deep concern as he took in the gravity of the situation. Edgeshot, a master of stealth, was a shadow among shadows, his sleek black costume blending seamlessly with the dim room. His expression remained stoic, reflecting his unyielding focus. Ingenium, the embodiment of speed and enthusiasm, exuded an infectious energy despite the somber mood, his bright costume standing in stark contrast to the room's dark atmosphere.
On a large screen at the front of the room, a video call was in progress, at U.A. High School, Eraserhead, Midnight, and Present Mic were tuned in to the meeting from the faculty lounge. The room was dim, the only light coming from the screen projecting the meeting's feed. Eraserhead's eyes were narrowed, his expression inscrutable, but his fingers tapped rhythmically against the arm of his chair. The familiarity of the territory struck a chord with him. Memories of patrolling the dimly lit streets, dealing with low-level thugs, and maintaining order flashed through his mind.
Next to him, Midnight leaned forward, her usual playful demeanor replaced by a furrowed brow. She had a personal connection to Naruhata, one that went beyond her professional duties. Kazuho, known to the public as Pop Step, had been a close friend and ally in her earlier days. The thought of anyone bringing chaos to a place where her friend lived and worked sparked a deep anger within her. Midnight's fingers gripped the edge of the table tightly, her knuckles turning white as she thought of Kazuho's safety.
Present Mic sat slightly apart, his usual energetic aura muted. His relationship with Naruhata was less direct, but his concern was no less genuine. He had lost a good friend to violence in the city years ago, and the prospect of more loss in the place he once called home weighed heavily on him. He ran a hand through his blond hair, his usual exuberant expression replaced by a thoughtful frown.
Two seats remained conspicuously empty: Endeavor's and All Might's.
The Symbol of Peace, despite his enduring commitment to justice, his time as a hero was severely limited due to the outcome of his battle with All For One years before. The hero was now constrained. His remaining time in the field was dedicated to urgent rescues and aiding those in immediate danger, which left him unable to attend the meeting in person. Although he remained engaged remotely, his physical presence was focused on ensuring that every moment of his remaining hero time was used effectively to help those in need.
Endeavor, the current Number Two Hero known for his relentless pursuit of perfection and his drive to surpass All Might, was absent due to his single-minded focus on this goal. His prioritization of what he considered a crucial case over the meeting led him to view the meeting as secondary. His refusal to delegate responsibilities meant that no one from his agency was present to coordinate with the team.
Clearing his throat, Tsukauchi drew the room's attention with a note of urgency. "Thank you all for coming on such short notice, whether in person or virtually. We're here to discuss the recent attack on the Naruhata police station."
He tapped a button on the remote in his hand, and the large screen behind him flickered to life, revealing the extent of the destruction—a once formidable structure now reduced to a smoldering ruin, its remnants scattered across the street.
"Yesterday morning," Tsukauchi began, his voice steady but edged with tension, "an individual launched a devastating assault on the Naruhata police station. The building was nearly leveled, and numerous officers are injured or missing."
Best Jeanist leaned forward, his composed demeanor cracking slightly with concern. "Have we identified this individual? Do we have any leads on who might be behind such a brazen attack?"
Tsukauchi shook his head. "Unfortunately, no concrete leads on the attacker's identity. The assault was highly coordinated, suggesting it was the work of a single, exceptionally skilled individual. They left no clear evidence behind."
Edgeshot's gaze sharpened, his voice low and deliberate. "What about the attacker's methods? Any unusual tactics or patterns?"
Tsukauchi nodded, his expression grave. "The attacker used a combination of explosive devices and close-quarters combat. Their precision and strategy suggest a high level of training. We also found traces of an unknown substance, not matching any known explosives or chemicals."
Ingenium, his fingers drumming impatiently on the table, couldn't hide his agitation. "Unknown substances complicate our efforts. Do we know why they targeted the police station?"
Tsukauchi sighed, the weight of his words heavy. "It seems they were searching for something specific—confidential documents or information related to a high-profile case."
Eraserhead's voice came through the speakers, calm but firm. "Naruhata was my patrol area before I joined U.A. This isn't the first time we've seen violence in that district, but this attack feels different. More calculated. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were looking for and how to get it."
Present Mic, visible on another screen, chimed in, his usual exuberance replaced by a tone of seriousness. "And it's not just about the police station. We need to look at the bigger picture. If this attacker is collecting information, they could be planning something much larger. We need to be ready for that."
The room fell into a heavy silence as the heroes absorbed the gravity of the situation. The flickering images on the screen seemed to pulse with the weight of their realization. Best Jeanist exchanged a concerned glance with Edgeshot. The silence deepened, filled with unspoken theories and mounting anxiety.
Edgeshot finally broke the silence, his voice low but tinged with urgency. "This attack... it reminds me of the Tokyo Sky Egg incident from years ago."
The mention of the Tokyo Sky Egg incident brought a collective shiver through the room. That attack had been one of the most mysterious events in recent history, an incident shrouded in unanswered questions and lingering fears. The gravity of the comparison was not lost on anyone.
Best Jeanist's usually calm demeanor gave way to deep concern. "If this is indeed connected, it implies we are dealing with an individual who has been operating in the shadows for a long time, someone with a long-term plan."
Eraserhead's eyes narrowed, processing the implications. "If they've been active for this long, their objectives could be far-reaching and more dangerous than we initially thought. We need to anticipate their next move."
Ingenium stood, his face set with fierce determination. "We must act swiftly. If this attack is a precursor to something larger, we need to strengthen our defenses and gather more intelligence."
The heroes exchanged resolute glances, their expressions steeled with purpose. The weight of the situation was clear, and each knew that their actions in the coming hours could mean the difference between disaster and safety for the city.
Best Jeanist's voice cut through the tension with firm resolve. "We need to prepare for the worst. If this attacker is as dangerous as we suspect, they might strike again soon. We must be ready to respond quickly."
Edgeshot nodded in agreement, his grip on the edge of the table tightening. "I'll coordinate with my network to gather any additional information. We should also increase surveillance and security around potential targets."
Ingenium, his eyes filled with determination, addressed the group. "I'll alert my team and ensure that all vulnerable locations, especially those connected to the annual convention, are secured."
Tsukauchi closed the meeting with a firm nod, his gaze sweeping over the heroes. "Thank you. We must act swiftly and decisively. If this attacker is targeting key locations and covering their tracks, they might be planning another strike soon. Let's stay sharp and ensure we protect the city from any further harm."
With the meeting ended, the three U.A. looked at each other, sharing concerned gazes and the same silent concern. Eraserhead, typically known for his stoic detachment, couldn't help but feel a rising tension in his chest. His thoughts strayed to his students, to the young heroes under his care, and the world they were about to inherit.
As the heroes departed, the room's atmosphere transformed from tension to focused determination. The silence left in the wake of their departure was a stark reminder of the looming threat, echoing with the promise of impending action.
- THE FORCE AWAKENS –
The laboratory sprawled out like a concealed realm beneath the crumbling remnants of an abandoned industrial district. The entrance was obscured by a maze of dilapidated structures, their facades sagging under the weight of neglect and time. Once-grand edifices now leaned precariously, their surfaces encrusted with grime and decay, casting long, eerie shadows against the dimly lit sky. Only a faint, otherworldly glow seeped through the cracks in the walls, an insidious light guiding the brave—or the foolish—deeper into the darkness.
Navigating through the narrow, dimly lit corridors, one would eventually find themselves in a cavernous chamber swallowed by darkness. Harsh, flickering fluorescent lights fought valiantly against the oppressive gloom, casting eerie, staccato beams that barely pierced the thick shroud. The air was dense with the acrid tang of antiseptic mingled with a more unsettling, pungent odor that seemed to cling to every surface. The low, relentless hum of machinery filled the silence, a disquieting drone that pulsated through the room like the heartbeat of some unseen beast.
As the winding passages finally opened into a vast chamber, the ceiling was swallowed by an impenetrable darkness. The room was dimly illuminated by harsh, flickering lights, their feeble glow barely cutting through the oppressive shadow. The atmosphere was suffused with a sense of foreboding.
Metallic shelves lined the walls, cluttered with a bewildering array of scientific apparatus and vials containing substances of dubious origin. The centerpiece of the room was a series of enormous cylindrical tanks, their glass surfaces obscured by a viscous fluid swirling in unnatural hues. Within these tanks, humanoid figures floated, their distorted forms marked by patches of unnatural color. Their eyes, reflecting the dim light, followed any movement with an unsettling, almost sentient awareness.
Number 6 stood at the center of a complex web of technological apparatus. The room was cluttered with a tangle of wires, screens, and equipment, each part contributing to the dark symphony of his plan. The air was thick with the hum of machinery, punctuated by the occasional spark from overloaded circuits. The centerpiece of his operations was a massive digital map displayed on a series of interconnected monitors arranged in a semi-circle. The screens flickered with real-time data, maps, and surveillance feeds, all meticulously organized.
The villain's gaunt face was illuminated by the harsh, flickering light of the screens. His eyes, filled with a manic gleam, tracked every movement on the monitors with obsessive precision. His fingers, nimble and precise, danced over a keyboard and control panel, adjusting various settings and commands. His face twisted into a cruel smile as he reviewed the details of his plan.
He leaned in closer to the monitors, his breath fogging the glass briefly before dissipating. "Naruhata," he murmured, his voice a chilling whisper, "a city on the brink of its own destruction. Three sections, each a crucial piece of the puzzle."
His fingers tapped on the keyboard, bringing up a detailed map of Naruhata divided into three sections on the central screen. He pointed to the northern part of the city, where major transport routes and infrastructure were concentrated. "North," he said with a cold, calculated tone. "The veins of the city. I'll disrupt the flow of transportation, sever the routes that keep the city running smoothly. Panic will ensue, and the chaos will spread."
The screen transitioned to the southern section, densely populated with residential areas and bustling markets. Number 6's eyes gleamed with malevolent satisfaction as he detailed his plans. "South," he continued, "the heart of the city. Here, I'll unleash the most destructive forces. The crowded streets and neighborhoods will serve as a canvas for the carnage. The scale of the devastation will be monumental, a testament to my power."
Finally, he shifted his focus to the central section of the map, where a large icon marked the location of the hero convention. "And here," he said, his voice dripping with disdain, "the center. The hero convention. This is where I'll make my statement. The heroes will gather, believing they are the saviors of the city. I'll show them their arrogance, their incompetence, by turning their grand event into a massacre. The public's faith in these false idols will crumble."
His fingers moved with practiced ease, programming sequences into a series of digital control panels. The monitors flickered with details of explosive creatures, strategic points for attack, and schedules for simultaneous strikes. "Timing is crucial," he muttered, adjusting the schedules for his creatures. "I'll strike swiftly and simultaneously, ensuring that no part of the city is left untouched. The heroes won't know where to turn. Their attempts to save the city will only make the chaos worse."
His laughter, cold and unhinged, echoed through the laboratory, mingling with the electronic beeps and whirrs of his equipment. "Heroes," he said with a sneer, "they think they can protect this city. They think they can make a difference. In two days, I'll show them just how fragile their world is. I'll expose them as the charlatans they truly are."
As the final preparations were made, the monitors displayed a countdown, a grim reminder of the impending catastrophe. Number 6's eyes burned with a feverish intensity as he observed the last few adjustments. "The city is about to be engulfed in a tidal wave of destruction. I will prove that heroes are nothing more than a fleeting illusion. Their very existence will be questioned, their role in society rendered meaningless."
With one final, maniacal laugh, Number 6 leaned back in his chair, watching the countdown tick away with grim satisfaction. The room was alive with the crackle of electricity and the low hum of machinery, a testament to the chaos that was about to unfold.
Then, the atmosphere in the lab shifted, A sudden crackling energy filled the room, causing the hum of machinery to falter momentarily. The air grew dense with anticipation as a dark portal materialized, its edges shimmering with an unsettling, almost malevolent glow. The very fabric of reality seemed to warp and ripple around the portal.
Through this swirling abyss emerged two figures. The first was a gaunt man, his lab coat hanging loosely from his thin frame. His hair was a stark white, adding to his disheveled appearance, and his eyes were concealed behind thick, opaque glasses. His pockets bulged with various instruments and vials, and his face bore a permanent, inscrutable frown. This was Dr. Kyudai Garaki, whose presence was marked by a quiet, unsettling calmness.
Beside him, the second figure emerged with an air of dark majesty. His presence was palpable, a malevolent aura that seemed to warp the very air around him. His dark robes flowed like liquid shadows over the cold steel floor. His face was obscured by a mask, a cruel parody of a human visage, with eyes glowing like embers of cold malice. This was All For One, the Symbol of Evil.
Number 6 turned to face them, his expression a mixture of reverence and derision, his tall frame and angular features accentuated by the dim light. His eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto All For One with a mixture of reverence and anticipation. The respect was not merely for his current position but rooted deeply in Number 6's past.
His history with the Symbol of Evil was a dark and personal tale—a tale that began with him being a desperate and disillusioned child, lost and without direction. His life was at a crossroads, burdened by a society that had cast him aside. It was during his most desperate hours, when All For One had pulled him from the brink of ruin and molded him into a weapon of chaos. Recognizing the potential in the young boy, The Symbol of Evil had offered him not only a Quirk but a purpose. This transformation from a lost child to a pivotal player in his master's grand design had bound Number 6 with unwavering gratitude and loyalty.
All For One's gaze swept over the monitors, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction as he took in the full scope of the plan. "Impressive," he said in a voice that resonated with deep, cold power. "The city will be torn asunder. The heroes will be exposed for the frauds they are."
Dr. Garaki's face remained inscrutable behind his glasses, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of curiosity and interest as he observed the intricacies of Number 6's setup.
"Master," the villain began, his voice a low murmur of respect. "The time has come to test the creatures. They are ready for their trial. My plan to strike against the city's defenders is set to unfold."
All For One stepped closer to Number 6, his presence a looming shadow over the room. His gaze was unyielding. His voice, a deep, resonant baritone, rumbled through the chamber, reverberating with an unsettling authority. "Indeed," he intoned, "I trust you have ensured that everything is in place for the demonstration?"
The deranged villain nodded eagerly, his face glowing with fervent excitement. "Everything is prepared. The creatures have been conditioned and trained to follow my commands. They are ready to execute the plan I've designed. I intend to test their capabilities in two days and ensure that our enemies are eliminated."
A sinister smile curled on All For One's lips, his eyes gleaming with a predatory satisfaction. "Excellent. You have my full support. Take as many as you require to ensure the success of our plan. I will be present at the demonstration in two days to oversee the results."
Dr. Garaki, who had been silently observing the exchange, stepped forward with a look of concern etched on his face. "But, Master," he began tentatively, "are we certain that—"
Before he could complete his sentence, All For One's piercing gaze cut him off. The intensity of his stare was a tangible force, and the oppressive silence that followed was laden with dread. The Doctor's eyes darted away, and he took a step back, his shoulders slumping in resignation. All For One's ability to silence even the slightest hint of dissent was a testament to his unyielding dominance.
Number 6's excitement was palpable as he dropped to one knee before All For One. His posture was the embodiment of unwavering devotion and respect. "Thank you, Master. I will not disappoint you. Should I use the full force of the creatures to ensure that All Might does not interfere?"
All For One's eyes gleamed with cold satisfaction. "Yes, unleash them without hesitation. You don't have to worry. I have arranged to keep All Might occupied for the next two days. By the time he is free, our plan will be well underway."
As Number 6 rose, his expression was one of fierce determination. "Understood, Master. I will proceed immediately."
The laboratory, now a hive of restless energy, seemed to come alive with dark anticipation. Number 6 began issuing commands with a fervor that echoed through the chamber. The creatures within the tanks responded with increasing agitation, their movements becoming erratic and frenzied. The fluid inside the tanks swirled violently, reflecting the charged atmosphere. The once-static environment was now pulsating with a sense of impending chaos. They seemed to sense the gravity of the situation, their eyes glowing brighter as their muscles tensed in preparation.
One creature in particular emitted a low, rumbling growl that resonated through the chamber. Its eyes, a piercing red, locked onto Number 6 with an unsettling focus. The creature's hands pressed against the glass of its tank, leaving dark smudges on the surface as it strained against its confinement. The other creatures followed suit, their agitation growing as the realization of their imminent release became palpable.
All For One watched with a detached, cold interest as the creatures reacted to the rising tension. His gaze flickered with approval as he observed the meticulously planned orchestration of chaos. The lab, now vibrating with the restless energy of the creatures, seemed to pulse with a dark promise of the upheaval to come.
Finally, All For One's attention shifted to one of the tanks at the far end of the room. With a commanding gesture, he raised his hand, causing the glass to tremble and crack as if an invisible force was pressing on it. The intricate web of fractures spread rapidly across the surface. With a final, decisive motion, the Symbol of Evil instinctively clenched his fist, and the tank shattered completely. The glass exploded outward, and the viscous fluid spilled across the floor in a dark, glistening pool. The creature within the tank tumbled out, its eyes wide with a mix of confusion and fury.
The creature, now free from its confinement, stood upright and looked around with a predatory gleam in its eyes. Its skin, marked with unnatural patterns, glistened in the harsh light of the laboratory. It let out a guttural roar, a sound that resonated with raw power and menace.
Number 6, his face a mask of eager anticipation, observed the demonstration with rapt attention. "The creatures are ready, Master," he said, his voice filled with a mix of pride and excitement. "They will be unleashed as planned."
It was at this moment, as All For One's gaze swept over the lab and the creatures within it, that the true extent of his power became horrifyingly clear. He did not merely command; he was a conduit for an unfathomable force. His presence alone, his ability to manipulate the very essence of darkness and chaos, was a chilling reminder of the depth of his malevolence.
As the laboratory thrummed with the restless energy of the creatures and the dark promise of impending chaos, The Symbol of Evil's commanding presence cast a long, ominous shadow. His authority was absolute, his power inscrutable. In this dark enclave, the threat was not just of chaos but of a force so grand, so malignant, that it could reshape the world itself.
A new portal opened, and the two figures began to take their leave, the vortex crackled and faded, leaving Number 6 alone once more amidst the whirring machinery and flickering screens. The countdown to disaster had begun, and the world outside remained blissfully unaware of the storm that was about to be unleashed.
And there you have it.
We get to see some impressive displays of our heroes' skills, and once again, Mei does the unthinkable—she builds an ElectroStaff for Hitoshi completely from scratch. With no prior knowledge and just from a quick glance at the lightsaber, she pulls it off, proving herself to be a technical genius that even leaves Anakin "I built a protocol droid when I was 9" Skywalker both impressed and terrified.
On the other hand, Hitoshi gains a skill that will be incredibly useful for his entrance exam, so no more excuses for him not to join the hero course. The reason? His quirk, while powerful, leaves him vulnerable in close combat situations—a weakness that in canon was resolved with Eraserhead's lessons and the use of his special capture tape. But now, Hitoshi is taking a different approach: he's using a staff.
We also see some professional heroes preparing for the looming crisis. But will their efforts be enough?
Finally, the most important moment of the chapter: the appearance of All For One. And yes, you read that right—AFO is Force-sensitive. However, he's completely unaware of this, assuming it's just another quirk he's stolen over the years. If you think about it, it makes sense, given that Yoda mentioned in Chapter III that there were other Force-sensitives in Izuku's world. Plus, AFO's character clearly draws inspiration from Palpatine. The only silver lining for our heroes is that the man is only there to observe the field testing of the Nomu prototypes.
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