Chapter 24 combat test
Author's Note:
Alright, this chapter is going to be heavy on combat, so I'll save the girl-focused chapters for after this. But after much thought, I've decided to start with Rock & Roll Girl (Kyoka Jiro) !
Upcoming Chapters:
Next Chapter: Rock & Roll Girl (Kyoka Jiro)
️ After That: Mushroom Girl (Kinoko Komori)
️ Then: Prayer Girl (Ibara Shiozaki)
Thanks for all your support! Stay tuned, and let's get into it!
Once all three of their arcs are done, I'll decide on the final girl for the harem.
As always, thank you for your support, and I hope you enjoy the action in this chapter! Keep an eye out for Kyoka's chapter next!
As the students stepped out in their hero outfits, All Might couldn't help but beam with pride.
"Looking good, everyone!" he boomed. "Change of plans! I'll be selecting two students to go up against Izuku for this test."
A murmur spread through the group, some excited, others uneasy.
Neito Monoma, the blonde copycat, immediately jumped back, his face pale. "Hell no! I'm not fighting that broccoli demon! He's too terrifying!"
A sharp smack echoed as Itsuka Kendo, the orange-haired girl with large hands, slapped him on the back of the head.
"Stop calling him that! He's not a demon, he's just strong! Show some respect."
Monoma groaned, rubbing his head. "Yeah, yeah… sorry, Izuku."
Izuku just smirked, crossing his arms. "Too late for apologies."
Meanwhile, All Might scanned the crowd, closing his eyes before pointing randomly—except he didn't actually point at anyone. Before he could even decide, two students stepped forward on their own, eager to prove themselves.
"We'll take him on, All Might!"
The volunteers?
Togaru Kamakiri, the mantis-armed student, his sharp serrated blades twitching with excitement, and Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, the steel-bodied powerhouse with a wide grin.
All Might grinned at their enthusiasm. "Excellent! Since Eraserhead wants to push Izuku, we're making this a difficult test."
He clapped his hands together before explaining.
"Izuku will be acting as the villain. You two will be the heroes. Your mission? He has planted a bomb somewhere inside one of the buildings. Your goal is to find and defuse it by touching it. However…"
His eyes sharpened.
"Izuku wins if he successfully stalls you long enough… or captures both of you. Understood?"
The rest of the students nodded as they began moving to the observation room, eager to see how this would play out.
Izuku cracked his neck as the countdown began. 10 minutes to hide the bomb.
He felt a pair of lips press against his cheek, Himiko smirking as she pulled away.
"Good luck, Broccoli Boy~! Don't lose, or you won't get your reward later."
Izuku smirked back. "Oh? Now I can't afford to lose."
Togaru scoffed, his blades extending slightly in irritation.
"Maybe you should focus on playing villain instead of kissing your girlfriend."
Izuku's smirk vanished, his eyes narrowing as he stared at Togaru. "…I'm breaking your legs."
The air grew heavy.
A sudden, crushing pressure blanketed the area.
Overwhelming Presence.
The two students flinched, their bodies tensing up as the weight of his aura settled over them.
Tetsutetsu swallowed hard. "…Maybe you're playing the villain role a little too well."
Izuku's smile returned, but it wasn't kind, it was predatory. "Just be careful."
He turned on his heel and vanished into the training ground, leaving them standing there.
Togaru exhaled sharply. "…What the hell did we just get ourselves into?"
Tetsutetsu cracked his knuckles. "Doesn't matter. We're heroes, we win this no matter what!"
With that, the countdown to the most terrifying training match of their lives began.
Observation Room
Inside the observation room, All Might, Eraserhead, and the rest of the students watched the screens.
Himiko, sitting front and center, grinned like a fox.
"This is gonna be fun~."
As the match countdown began, Jiro Kyoka, the rock-and-roll girl, leaned toward Himiko, curiosity flickering in her violet eyes.
"So... your boyfriend is about to fight. You worried about him?"
Himiko grinned, her fox ears twitching in amusement. "Of course not. He's going to crush the hell out of those two. I'm more worried about them."
Kyoka blinked. "Huh?"
At that moment, Recovery Girl walked into the room, her cane tapping lightly against the floor as she took a seat. She glanced at the screen, then turned her gaze to Eraserhead.
"So, these two are fighting that broccoli-haired boy everyone keeps talking about, huh?" she mused, stroking her chin.
Eraserhead gave a slow nod, keeping his gaze on the monitor.
Recovery Girl squinted at him. "What are you staring at, sonny?"
He sighed. "Nothing. Just watching the fight."
She smirked knowingly. "Mm-hmm. Just wondering if you're giving special treatment to this boy because of your relationship with his mother."
Eraserhead's entire body stiffened. "I don't have a relationship with his mother. We're just good friends."
Recovery Girl chuckled. "Uh-huh. And yet, you seem awfully fixated on this boy."
"I'm not fixated!" he protested, rubbing his temples. "Besides, he doesn't even know abou—"
He stopped himself.
The silence that followed was deafening.
All Might choked back a laugh as Recovery Girl's smirk widened.
"Go on, then. Tell me more about how your platonic relationship is so important that you have to keep it secret from the boy."
She leaned closer, cupping a hand around her ear. "Come on now, sonny, I'm hard of hearing. You'll have to speak up!"
Eraserhead turned back to the monitor, deadpan. "...I'm ignoring you."
Recovery Girl patted his shoulder. "That's what I thought."
All Might, trying not to burst out laughing, quietly muttered, "For once, it's not me getting scolded."
Back at ground beta.
Tetsutetsu hardened his entire body into metal, his silver skin gleaming under the artificial lights.
Togaru extended his forearm blades, serrated edges gleaming like deadly saws.
"Let's go, Tetsutetsu!" Togaru barked, eager to close the distance.
But before either of them could make a move, a smoke pellet exploded between them—a thick, choking cloud obscuring their vision.
"Crap! Smoke!" Tetsutetsu shouted, his head snapping left and right.
The ground shook beneath him.
A massive shadow appeared through the smoke.
His eyes widened in horror.
"What the hell—?!"
A car was hurtling straight toward him.
With bone-shattering force, the vehicle slammed into him, pinning him against a concrete wall.
A deep, guttural CRASH echoed through the battlefield.
Togaru froze.
His eyes darted toward the wreckage, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.
Tetsutetsu hardened his entire body into metal, his silver skin gleaming under the artificial lights.
Togaru extended his forearm blades, serrated edges gleaming like deadly saws.
"Let's go, Tetsutetsu!" Togaru barked, eager to close the distance.
But before either of them could make a move, a smoke pellet exploded between them—a thick, choking cloud obscuring their vision.
"Crap! Smoke!" Tetsutetsu shouted, his head snapping left and right.
The ground shook beneath him.
A massive shadow appeared through the smoke.
His eyes widened in horror.
"What the hell—?!"
A car was hurtling straight toward him.
With bone-shattering force, the vehicle slammed into him, pinning him against a concrete wall.
A deep, guttural CRASH echoed through the battlefield.
Togaru froze.
His eyes darted toward the wreckage, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.
The entire observation room fell silent.
The students, the teachers—everyone was staring at the screen, dumbfounded.
Did… he just throw a CAR?!
Kyoka's jaw dropped. "No way… He didn't just…"
All Might blinked. "…Young Midoriya just threw a car."
"HE THREW A CAR?!" the students screamed in unison.
Himiko snickered, unfazed. "Yep. My Broccoli Boy is strong~."
Back on the battlefield…
Togaru, still in shock, barely registered the sound of footsteps rushing toward him at inhuman speed.
Izuku blurred into existence, right in front of him.
The mantis-armed student swung instinctively, his serrated blades slicing toward Izuku's torso.
But before they could land, Izuku's fingers moved like lightning, his ki-enhanced strikes parrying every single one with precision.
SNAP! CRACK! CRACK!
Togaru's eyes widened in horror as his blades fractured, splitting like brittle glass.
Then came the pain.
Sharp, needle-like jabs drilled into his legs—so fast, so precise, he didn't even process them.
Gunshot-like holes peppered his limbs, each stabbing strike piercing through muscle and flesh like a surgeon's scalpel.
His legs buckled beneath him.
He tried to stand, he couldn't.
Izuku grabbed him by the ankle.
Tetsutetsu, shaking off the daze from the car-smashing, finally freed himself.
"I'M STILL STANDING, BROCCOLI BOY!" he roared.
Izuku grinned.
Then he swung Togaru like a human wrecking ball.
The moment Togaru's body collided with Tetsutetsu, a sickening crack echoed.
Both students went flying.
They skidded across the battlefield, crashing into another building with enough force to leave indents in the walls.
Observation Room – Pure Horror
The entire room was dead silent.
Every student. Every teacher. Even All Might.
All that could be heard was the soft, horrified whisper of one student.
"He… he just threw a guy this time."
Back on the Battlefield
Tetsutetsu, struggling to shake off the dizziness, felt something latch onto his chest.
His eyes darted downward.
A grappling hook.
"Oh, crap—"
Izuku activated it.
The cable yanked him forward, straight into a devastating punch.
WHAM!
The impact sent him reeling.
His vision blurred. His ears rang.
His entire head felt like it just got hit by a freight train.
For the first time in his life…
Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu realized that steel could dent.
Tetsutetsu staggered, the fire of battle still raging in his eyes despite the overwhelming odds. He had no chance, he knew that. But that didn't mean he was going to back down.
With a deep breath, he clenched his fists, his steel-plated knuckles cracking as he stomped forward, determination burning through his veins like molten iron.
"Alright, Broccoli Boy," he growled, "let's settle this like real men. No running. No dodging. Just fists. Head-to-head."
His teeth bared in a feral grin as he glanced at his fallen friend, Togaru, his leg bent at a grotesque, unnatural angle.
Rage bubbled in his chest. He had to avenge his classmate.
Tetsutetsu roared, a battle cry echoing through the ruined battlefield.
Izuku vanished.
A flicker of movement, so fast, it was like his entire body folded through space.
Before Tetsutetsu could blink, Izuku was standing inches in front of him, looking down at him from behind his green sunglasses, adjusting them with a slow, deliberate push against his nose.
"Okay," Izuku said simply, his tone flat, unimpressed.
Tetsutetsu swung first.
A steel-coated fist rocketed forward, aiming for Izuku's face.
SMASH!
The punch connected flush against Izuku's cheek.
And nothing happened.
Not a flinch. Not a single backward step.
Izuku didn't move.
Tetsutetsu's breath hitched. "No way…"
He snarled, planting his feet and firing another punch. Then another.
Left hook, right hook, straight punch, elbow strike—
Each hit slammed into Izuku's chest, shoulders, arms, and jaw like a blacksmith hammering an anvil.
And yet…
Izuku stood completely still, his expression blank, almost bored.
The blows rippled against his body but did nothing.
It was like punching a mountain.
Tetsutetsu gritted his teeth, his fists throbbing with every hit.
This… this isn't possible!
He's not using his quirk. He's not blocking. He's just standing there!
But Izuku had one question.
"Are you done?"
His voice was low, quiet, almost pitying.
Tetsutetsu stumbled back, his knuckles swollen, his steel-hard fists aching like they'd been slammed against a slab of unbreakable stone.
His breath came out ragged, chest heaving.
This isn't right.
Even against steel beams, he'd feel some effect when he punched them. But Izuku?
It was like hitting something beyond human.
And before he could react—
A hand closed around his throat.
Tetsutetsu gasped, his entire body yanked off the ground like he weighed nothing.
Izuku's grip was ironclad, his fingers locking around Tetsutetsu's steel neck like a vice.
Then—
SLAM.
Tetsutetsu's skull was driven into Togaru's good leg.
SNAP!
The sickening CRACK of bone echoed through the battlefield.
Togaru screamed in agony, his already mangled body convulsing as his other leg shattered from the impact.
Before Tetsutetsu could even process the pain, Izuku moved again.
He whipped the steel boy's body like a ragdoll, spinning him midair before hurling him into the nearest wall.
BOOM!
The concrete split apart on impact, dust exploding outward as Tetsutetsu collapsed onto his knees, his entire body shaking.
"I…" He gritted his teeth, willing his legs to stand.
His steel form was flickering, his quirk barely holding on.
But Izuku was already there.
A blur of green. A rush of wind.
Fists slammed into Tetsutetsu's chest.
One. Two.
They were quick, too quick.
Both knuckles struck his torso at the same time, sinking deep—
And then the force caught up.
Tetsutetsu's lungs seized, his ribs rattling as if something had just rewired the structure of his insides.
His stomach twisted painfully, his organs feeling like they'd just been put through a blender.
His quirk flickered out.
The steel plating vanished.
For the first time, Tetsutetsu felt truly vulnerable.
His vision blurred, darkness creeping into the edges of his sight.
Thud.
Tetsutetsu's body hit the ground, motionless.
He was unconscious before he even realized what happened.
Izuku pulled out his watch, checking the time. 58 seconds. He sighed, "Took longer than I thought." Then, without sparing another glance at his fallen opponents, he turned on his heel and walked back toward the observation room. Observation Room – Horrified Silence
The room was thick with tension.
Most of the students looked horrified, while the teachers were too stunned to speak. They had never seen someone dominate a battle the way Izuku just had. The sheer brutality of his technique, the overwhelming pressure, and the absolute lack of hesitation, it wasn't just skill, it was something else entirely.
Aizawa, arms crossed, gave a long, tired sigh, glancing at All Might.
"See?" he muttered. "He's a special case. So, what do you propose we do about him?"
All Might, still processing the fight, scratched the back of his head.
"I… I had a feeling he was strong, but this?" His voice wavered for a second before regaining his usual bravado. "We can't treat him like the others."
Aizawa nodded. "Exactly. That's why we're changing the next training exercise. Instead of pairing him against one or two students, we'll have everyone go up against him."
The entire room went silent.
Then—
"WHAT?!"
The students collectively lost it.
"We can't fight him!"
"He just threw a car like it was a damn baseball!"
"He broke Tetsutetsu's quirk! How do you even do that?!"
"THIS IS INSANE!"
Izuku, standing in the doorway, leaned against the frame, arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold.
Himiko? She was dying of laughter, her fox ears twitching as she wiped tears from her eyes.
"Ohhh~" she cooed, "you guys are pathetic! You're acting like he's a demon!"
Neito jumped up, shaking his fists. "HE IS A DEMON!"
Kyoka, gripping the desk in front of her, just stared at Izuku, her hands visibly trembling. "No offense, Midoriya, but what the hell are you?!"
Izuku smirked, adjusting his green sunglasses. "I'm just a guy trying to be a hero."
That did not help.
All Might, clapping his hands together, tried to regain control. "Alright, alright! Settle down!"
The students begrudgingly quieted, though many still looked pale and uneasy.
Aizawa continued. "Your goal isn't to defeat him in a head-on fight. That would be impossible."
Izuku grinned wider. "Agreed."
The students flinched.
Aizawa ignored him and kept talking.
"Your goal is to track him down and subdue him. His goal is to escape. This is a simulation—real heroes don't always fight villains directly. Sometimes, they need to work together to capture a powerful enemy before they cause harm. That's what this test is about."
A hand shot up.
"You expect us to catch him?!"
Aizawa nodded. "That's why we're bringing in backup."
At that moment, the door burst open—
"CAN I COME IN NOW?!"
Nejire Hado, third-year, one of UA's 'Big Three,' floated in with a giant grin on her face, waving like a hyperactive child.
Nejire immediately locked onto Izuku and wrapped him in a floating hug, spinning him midair like a ragdoll.
"BROCCOLI BOOOOY!" she squealed, "I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS YOU! I was soooo bored waiting outside!"
Izuku sighed, used to her antics. "Nejire, put me down."
She ignored him.
Her arms tightened around him, squeezing his face into her chest as she spun him even more.
"Gah….Nejire! I…..CAN'T… BREATHE!"
Himiko pouted, tail flicking. "Oi, hands off my broccoli."
Nejire pouted back but finally released him. "Fiiiine, but only because I gotta ask—HOW'S OUR FAVORITE BUNNY GIRL BEEN TREATING YOU?"
Izuku rubbed his temples, "She's… treating me well. A little rougher than expected, but, y'know, that's how she is."
Nejire snickered, taking out her phone and showing a picture of Eri wearing her little bunny mask.
"By the way, your daughter's adorable. Are you sure you don't want me to babysit?"
Izuku rolled his eyes. "I don't have a problem with it, but my bunny does. She gets all flustered whenever it comes up."
Nejire grinned mischievously. "Ohhhh, you mean like this—"
She dramatically threw herself backward, fanning her face.
"'Oh nooo, my precious broccoli boy, what if she steals you away~!'"
The students looked at each other.
"Wait, she actually gets flustered?"
"I thought she was supposed to be a total badass?"
"Apparently not with Midoriya."
Izuku chuckled. "She does look adorable when she's embarrassed, though."
Nejire gasped, placing a hand over her heart. "Betrayal! I can't believe you won't let me babysit your precious little Eri!"
Izuku raised an eyebrow. "Tell you what, if you win this training exercise, you get full access to babysitting."
Nejire perked up immediately.
"DEAL!"
She pointed dramatically at him. "Broccoli Boy, prepare yourself. I'll be coming at you with everything I've got!"
Izuku adjusted his sunglasses, smirking. "Good. I'd be disappointed if you didn't."
The students watching felt sick.
"We're so screwed."
Aizawa smirked for the first time. "Then it's settled. Let's see if the top students of UA can finally put this monster in his place."
Nejire grinned wildly, "Oh, this is gonna be FUN!"
The chase was on.
"I'm going to retrieve those two," Recovery Girl muttered, already making her way toward the downed students. She sighed as she walked, shaking her head. "That boy is too brutal... We definitely need to quell his anger."
She found Tetsutetsu and Togaru still unconscious, their bodies battered and bruised from their encounter with Izuku. With a practiced motion, her lips extended as she pressed gentle kisses against their foreheads, her healing quirk activating instantly. Their wounds mended, but their bodies remained drained of energy, her quirk could heal them, but it couldn't replenish their stamina.
"You two really got yourselves beat up, huh?" she muttered as she watched them stir. "Better get used to it if you're gonna keep challenging that boy."
Meanwhile, Izuku was making his way down toward Ground Beta, his mind already strategizing his approach. As he moved, a familiar system notification blinked in his vision.
[NEW QUEST: SURVIVAL MODE]
Defeat all enemies.
Reward: 500,000 XP
bonus Reward: Unknown
Bonus: Skill Crystal
Special Condition: Reward may vary depending on quest conditions.
He arched a brow.
"So much for sneaking around," he mused, his smirk growing. "Guess I'm going head-to-head with all of them."
With that decision made, Izuku adjusted his sunglasses and cracked his knuckles. He no longer had to focus on escape, his objective had changed. He was going to take them all down.
Class 1-B was tense, every student preparing for battle, watching their surroundings as they attempted to track Izuku's movements. Kyoka Jiro had her headphone jacks plugged into the ground, trying to pinpoint his exact location. The vibrations in the earth gave her the first sign of something strange—casual footsteps.
And then, whistling.
A calm, slow melody echoed down the empty street.
Her blood ran cold.
"I hear him... He's walking." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her skin crawling.
The rest of Class 1-B turned to her in confusion. "Where?" "Is he close?" "What's his position?"
Before she could respond, the whistling grew louder.
From around the corner of a nearby building, Izuku casually strolled into view, his hands in his pockets, his round green sunglasses gleaming under the artificial city lights of Ground Beta. His presence alone sent a wave of unease through the group—he wasn't sneaking around, he wasn't hiding. He was walking right toward them like they were nothing but a mild inconvenience.
From above, a blue blur dove through the air like a missile—Nejire Hado.
Her hands were already glowing, her spiraling Wave Motion energy crackling through the air. "You're making this way too easy, Broccoli Boy!" she teased before unleashing a powerful blast aimed directly at him.
But—
She missed.
Completely.
Her attack obliterated a section of the street behind him, sending debris flying. Nejire blinked, completely thrown off. "What?!"
Izuku was never there.
Instead, what she saw, what she thought she saw, was merely an illusion Izuku planted in her mind using his mental image ability. The moment of confusion cost her.
Izuku blurred into the air, his foot coiling like a spring, before delivering a devastating aerial roundhouse kick to her stomach.
The impact was instantaneous, her body folded around his kick as she was launched like a cannonball into the nearest building, the shockwave cracking the concrete upon impact.
The students on the ground barely had time to process what had just happened before Jurota Shishida, Sen Kaibara, and Nirengeki Shoda all leaped in at once.
Jurota Shishida, already in his Beast Form, was the first to attack. His massive claws swung downward, aiming to cleave Izuku apart with sheer brute force. His senses were heightened, his instincts sharpened, he was ready for whatever Izuku threw at him.
But Izuku was faster.
At the very last second, Izuku leaned backward, his spine arching unnaturally, just enough for the claws to whiff inches above his face. The air pressure alone sent his hair swaying, but his eyes never left Shishida's movements.
Sen Kaibara rushed in next, his arms spinning like drills—Gyrate was in full effect as he tried to grind through Izuku's guard.
But Izuku twisted his body, moving with the momentum of the attack rather than against it, letting Kaibara's attack harmlessly slide past his shoulder as he grabbed his wrist. "Bad move."
Izuku yanked Sen Kaibara forward, using his own momentum against him, before driving a knee into his gut, the air leaving his lungs in an instant.
At the same time, Nirengeki Shoda attempted to counter by activating his Twin Impact quirk. He struck the ground near Izuku's feet, preparing to double the impact to throw him off balance.
Izuku anticipated it.
Before the second impact could trigger, Izuku vanished, his speed an afterimage in their vision. He reappeared behind Shoda, grabbed him by the back of his uniform, and slammed him face-first into the pavement with enough force to shake the ground.
Shishida took the opportunity, this was his moment to strike!
With a roar, the massive beast-man lunged again, his claws glowing under the moonlight as he swung at Izuku's side.
Izuku ducked, sliding under Shishida's arm. Then, before the beast could recover, Izuku delivered a palm thrust to his ribs.
At first, it didn't seem to do much—
Until Shishida's entire body suddenly jerked, his bones vibrating violently.
Izuku had just used Power Strike, amplifying his internal shockwave technique into the hit. The result? Shishida was sent flying backward, crashing into the remains of a broken car.
All three students were down.
Kaibara was curled up on the ground, coughing from the knee to the stomach.
Shoda was groaning, barely able to move after being slammed headfirst.
Shishida was slumped over, struggling to breathe through the pain in his ribs.
Izuku simply adjusted his sunglasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose.
"Three down."
The rest of Class 1-B stared in horrified silence.
Nejire, still lodged in a building, pulled herself out of the rubble, coughing from the dust. She wiped her lip and stared at Izuku with wide, unbelieving eyes. "Okay... that actually hurt."
"He's insane..." Jiro whispered.
From the observation deck, Aizawa leaned forward, narrowing his eyes. "...That wasn't just power. That was pure technique."
All Might nodded in agreement. "He's holding back. He could've ended that in seconds."
Recovery Girl sighed. "I swear, that boy..."
Vlad King was there at the request of recovery girl
Vlad King clenched his fists. "How are we supposed to train these kids if one of them is already at this level?!"
Izuku cracked his knuckles, tilting his head as he glanced up at the observation deck. He could feel the eyes of every teacher watching him.
"Alright then..." he muttered to himself, rolling his shoulders as his body began to emit a faint, controlled aura.
He turned his head toward the remaining students.
"Who's next?"
Silence.
Then—
Kendo stepped forward.
"Alright, Midoriya," she said, raising her giant fists. "I'll take you on."
Izuku smiled.
"Good."
Kendo rushed forward, her enlarged fists blurring through the air as she unleashed a rapid flurry of punches. Each strike came at full force, her speed and precision honed from years of martial arts training.
But Izuku moved like flowing paper caught in the wind.
He twisted, ducked, and leaned through every blow, his movements light and effortless—like a leaf drifting in a storm.
Just as she overextended, he struck.
A clean, powerful right hook to her jaw. The force of the impact whipped her head to the side, her entire body spinning mid-air before she slammed into the ground, rolling back from the sheer force.
Izuku barely had time to recover before Hiryu Rin lunged from behind, his body covered in hardened green dragon scales. He swung a vicious clawed strike, aiming to dig his fingers into Izuku's ribs, but—
Too slow.
Izuku pivoted on his heel, his body twisting with precise efficiency before launching a devastating knee strike straight into Hiryu's stomach.
BOOM!
Hiryu grunted in pain, his scaled body sent flying backward, crashing into a pile of rubble. He quickly rolled to his feet, shaking off the impact.
Both Kendo and Hiryu rushed him simultaneously, their attacks coming from both sides.
Izuku took a breath, centering himself.
His muscles loosened.
Flowing Water, Crushing Rock.
Instead of outright dodging, he absorbed one of Kendo's punches, redirecting the energy into his next move—
A punishing backhanded strike straight to her ribs.
She gasped, her body recoiling violently from the sheer force.
Hiryu leaped in again, scales shimmering as he spun in mid-air for a roundhouse kick, but Izuku met him with a crushing low kick to his knee, sending him crashing face-first into the pavement.
Both fighters lay groaning on the ground, clutching their sides in pain.
A high-pitched whine filled the air.
Nejire Hado hovered in the sky, her hands glowing with a swirling mass of spiraling energy.
She was charging up her signature Wave Motion Blast.
From the side, Neito Monoma smirked as he copied her quirk, though his version was noticeably weaker than the original.
"Hahaha! Now let's see you dodge this!" he taunted, releasing his own spiraling blast, albeit slightly unstable in form.
Nejire fired right after him.
Two powerful streams of energy rushed at Izuku from opposite angles. There was nowhere to dodge.
Or so they thought.
Izuku didn't move.
Didn't even flinch.
Instead—
He redirected them.
Channeling Flowing Water, Crushing Rock alongside his Ki control, Izuku raised his hand and subtly altered the energy's momentum, using his own body as a conduit to bend the attacks off-course.
The blasts veered away from him, turning back toward their senders.
"WHAT?!" Neito screamed as his own attack hurtled straight toward him.
Nejire had faster reflexes and managed to dodge, only getting a small cut on her cheek, but Neito?
BOOM!
The explosion engulfed him, sending him flying like a ragdoll into a pile of broken bricks. His uniform was scorched, and his body twitched on the ground.
Nejire floated there in shock.
She wiped the small trickle of blood from her cheek.
"...That was one of my strongest attacks…" she muttered, her hands trembling slightly.
Izuku appeared beside her in an instant, his presence looming over her like a specter.
His hand closed around her throat.
Not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her of how close she was to death.
His voice was calm, yet cold.
"What's unfair about it?"
Her golden eyes widened as she finally saw his second wings unfold—his raw power on full display.
His fist cocked back, ready to end the fight—
A shadow passed overhead.
A massive dragon tail SLAMMED into Izuku's body, sending him flying like a missile into the side of a nearby building.
BOOOOOM!
Dust and rubble filled the air.
Nejire gasped for breath, touching her neck where he had grabbed her.
Her savior?
Himiko.
She hovered above the battlefield, her golden fox eyes gleaming, scales covering her limbs and tail.
"What's wrong, Broccoli Boy?" she smirked, flexing her wings.
Izuku slowly stood up from the rubble, dusting himself off. His glasses had fallen, revealing his sharp, dangerous gaze.
"...You got my suit dirty."
The momentary distraction gave the remaining students one last shot.
Jiro activated her boots' built-in speakers, sending a massive shockwave toward Izuku's position.
A powerful wave of sound erupted, shaking the entire battlefield.
But—
Izuku was prepared.
He reached into his belt and pulled out a small device—an EMP grenade.
Click.
BOOM!
A pulse of electromagnetic energy surged outward, short-circuiting Jiro's sound systems instantly.
Her speakers overloaded.
She looked at him in horror as her tech died completely.
Izuku rushed forward.
In an instant, he grabbed her by the hair and slammed her face-first into the pavement.
"Sorry about that—"
He whispered as she collapsed, unconscious.
From behind, Ibara Shiozaki lunged, her vines wrapping around his limbs.
Izuku swung his arm, creating an air blade sharp enough to cleave through her vines.
"You're in my way."
His attack cut across her dress, leaving a thin line across her chest.
Ibara's face turned bright red.
"P-PERVERT!" she screamed, covering herself.
Izuku scoffed.
"I'm not a pervert—"
Then he noticed the small trickle of blood running from his nose.
He froze.
"Dammit."
Himiko and Nejire burst out laughing.
The laughter of Himiko and Nejire finally died down, their amusement quickly replaced with a surge of determination.
In a blink, Himiko's dragon form surged forward, her golden fox eyes gleaming, unleashing a roaring torrent of foxfire that cascaded down the building like a tidal wave of blue flames.
Izuku moved.
With a precise step, he pushed off the ground, twisting mid-air to evade the blaze. The moment his feet touched down, he darted down an alleyway, disappearing into the shadows before they could follow up.
Nejire prepared to fire a spiral wave of energy, her hands glowing with radiant blue light—
But she hesitated.
Something moved in the darkness.
A shadow lunged from the walls, Shihai Kuroiro, his body melded with the surrounding blackness, attempting a stealth strike from behind.
Izuku didn't even flinch.
In one fluid motion, he reached backward, seizing Shihai's wrist mid-strike.
CRACK!
Electricity surged through his gauntlets, the volts coursing through Shihai's body before Izuku drove him headfirst into the concrete. The impact was instant. Shihai's body twitched once before going completely still.
Before he could fully regain his footing, the ground beneath him turned soft—liquefying like quicksand.
Juzo Honenuki.
The ground sank around Izuku's feet, pulling him in, making his footing unstable.
At the same time—
A stream of thick glue shot toward him from the side.
Kojiro Bondo.
Izuku grinned.
Using his telekinesis, he grasped Juzo in mid-air, yanking him off his feet and twisting his body around—
The glue meant for Izuku instead smeared across Juzo's entire back, pinning him to the sinking ground.
Juzo shouted in frustration, thrashing, unable to move as the glue hardened around him.
"You're just making my job easier!" Izuku quipped, before kicking off the softening ground with telekinetic force, launching himself straight at Bondo.
Bondo barely had time to react before Izuku's fist drove into his gut, sending him slamming through the alley wall, knocking the wind out of him.
The brick and mortar crumbled around them.
Above—
Nejire and Himiko unleashed their attacks.
A spiral of energy and a wave of foxfire erupted toward Izuku, tearing through the remains of the alley.
But he wasn't there.
He was already moving.
Using his telekinesis, he pushed off the alley walls, using them like stepping stones, defying gravity itself as he vaulted upward.
In a single bound, he landed on the rooftop.
He wasn't alone.
Yosetsu Awase was already waiting, his hand extended, metal cylinders rushing toward Izuku, attempting to clamp him down in an instant.
At the same time, Setsuna Tokage's body broke apart, her disjointed limbs flying in from multiple directions, each piece slashing toward him like a flurry of razors.
Izuku reacted.
He twisted his body, weaving through Tokage's flying limbs while simultaneously grabbing one of the metal cylinders Awase launched at him.
With a snap of his wrist, he hurled the cylinder back at Awase, striking him directly in the chest.
The force sent Awase sprawling backward, gasping as he collapsed onto the rooftop floor.
Tokage's severed limbs darted around, trying to reform, but before she could piece herself back together—
Izuku moved.
With a sharp burst of telekinetic force, he yanked her head toward him, catching it mid-air before slamming his fist into her jaw.
THWACK!
Her vision blurred, consciousness slipping away.
Her body parts reassembled instinctively as she crumpled to the ground, completely knocked out.
Izuku exhaled, rolling his shoulders.
Himiko and Nejire finally landed on the rooftop.
They stared at the bodies littering the ground.
Their classmates were out cold—defeated in under a minute.
Izuku tilted his head, cracking his neck.
"Took you two long enough."
Himiko licked her lips, her tail swishing behind her.
"Oh, don't worry, Broccoli Boy. We'll make up for lost time."
Nejire smirked, raising her glowing hands.
"Let's see how you handle both of us."
Izuku just grinned.
"Bring it on."
Himiko lunged first, her claws flashing as they raked through the air, her fox tail whipping around in a fluid, unpredictable pattern.
Izuku twisted his torso, narrowly avoiding the first slash, then dipped his head back to evade a claw strike aiming for his throat.
A flick of his wrist—
He deflected her next swipe with the back of his knuckles, forcing her to pivot on her heel, bringing her tail sweeping toward him.
He saw it coming.
Izuku jumped back, letting the flame-tinged tail slice through empty space, but she didn't let up.
A burst of blue foxfire erupted around her, twisting into twin vortexes, spiraling toward him from both flanks while she kept up the melee pressure.
Izuku's muscles tensed.
The flames closed in, scorching the edges of his coat as she came at him again, her blades of fire slashing toward his chest.
Izuku exhaled sharply—
Then moved.
A flashbang burst ignited right in her face.
Himiko let out a sharp cry, her dragon eyes shutting tight as the explosion of light blinded her.
Before she could recover—
A brutal jab drilled into her gut.
Her breath left her body in a choking gasp, her form crumpling forward as the impact reverberated through her core.
Then—
Izuku's fingers wrapped around her collar.
With a sharp pull, he yanked her forward—
SLAM!
A vicious knee rocketed into her abdomen, sending her soaring upward, her body flipping through the air uncontrollably.
But the moment he finished with her—
A spiraling wave of golden energy ripped toward him.
Nejire's signature blast.
Izuku pivoted, his feet skidding against the rooftop as he prepared to dodge—
BANG!
A wall of solid air slammed into existence right behind him, cutting off his escape.
Kosei Tsuburaba.
Izuku's eyes flicked to the source, seeing the Class 1B student exhaling sharply, the compressed air blocking his exit with an invisible force.
The spiraling energy rushed forward.
He had seconds.
Instead of trying to force his way out—
Izuku stomped downward.
The rooftop shattered beneath him.
He dropped into the hole, completely avoiding Nejire's blast as the energy tore through the air, obliterating the section he had been standing on.
Kosei cursed, his plan ruined.
Then—
Two hands shot up from the hole.
Kosei barely had time to react before ironclad fingers clamped around his ankles.
"Wait, wha—?"
Then—
YANK.
Kosei was dragged downward, his body smashing through two floors, the impact leaving spiderweb cracks in the walls as he crashed below.
Before the dust could even settle—
Izuku shot back up.
His body burst through the ceiling, launching him back to the rooftop.
The moment he landed—
"LIGHT!"
A giant thought bubble materialized right in front of him, glowing bright white.
Manga Fukidashi.
The flashbang effect exploded, trying to blind him completely—
But Izuku didn't even slow down.
He had Ki Sensory.
Even without sight, he felt the presence of his opponent.
His fist lashed forward, cutting through the blinding light—
SLAM!
His knuckles buried themselves into Manga's gut, folding the student in half.
Manga let out a wheezing gasp, his whole body lifting off the ground from the sheer force of the punch.
Izuku didn't stop there.
He grabbed Manga's ankle midair—
SWUNG HIM OVERHEAD—
—AND DROVE HIM THROUGH THE ROOF.
Manga's body crashed through, disappearing into the lower floors, his figure vanishing amidst the rubble.
The air fell silent.
Izuku turned, exhaling calmly.
Then—
A flash of movement.
Himiko.
Her tail lashed forward, her claws swiping.
Izuku's arms moved like flowing water, weaving through her attacks effortlessly.
Each strike she threw, parried.
Each slash, deflected.
Then—
His knuckles slammed forward, a blur of strikes pummeling into her stomach.
A relentless barrage of precise blows, every single one hammering her core, shaking her balance, making her stumble backward.
She gasped, her dragon form flickering from the internal damage.
Then, with one final strike—
Izuku drove his fist forward, knocking her back, sending her skidding across the rooftop.
She caught herself before falling, panting hard.
Izuku adjusted his glasses.
"You're good," he admitted, cracking his knuckles.
"But not good enough."
Himiko wiped her mouth, then grinned.
"We'll see about that, Broccoli Boy."
Nejire floated nearby, her golden energy swirling around her hands.
Nejire unleashed another spiraling wave of her energy, the golden currents twisting through the air as they tore toward Izuku like a raging storm.
Izuku kicked off the rooftop, dodging just in time as the blast annihilated the spot he had been standing on.
His body tilted into a controlled skid down the side of the building, his hands grazing the surface, slowing his descent.
As he neared the ground—
A dense fog of spores suddenly erupted all around him.
His instincts screamed—
The air felt thick—
His lungs tightened.
Mushrooms.
They sprouted in an instant, their fungal caps popping up from the walls, the ground, even his own clothes.
A trap.
Izuku coughed, feeling the first signs of choking, his throat burning. His vision blurred for a split second.
Then—
A barrage of sharp, horn-like projectiles shot toward him at high speed!
Pony Tsunotori, lurking in the shadows behind the mushrooms, had fired multiple of her detached horns, each one zipping toward him like miniature spears.
Izuku reacted in an instant.
His telekinesis surged, grabbing hold of every single floating spore in his lungs and forcefully ripping them out through his mouth.
Blood dripped down his lips as he gasped for air.
Then—
With a single thought, he suspended the spores midair, forming a psychic barrier around himself, ensuring no more would enter his system.
Izuku's breathing steadied.
His eyes gleamed behind his tinted green glasses.
"Interesting. That almost got me."
Pony's eyes widened in horror.
Kinoko Komori, the Mushroom Girl, froze.
"This isn't good!" Kinoko stammered, scrambling back. "We have to—"
Before she could finish—
Izuku blurred in front of them.
Pony barely had time to react—
His hand gripped her hair, yanking her forward.
Her world spun as his fist rocketed into her stomach.
A deafening impact.
The breath was knocked out of her body, her ribs groaning under the pressure.
Before she could collapse—
A brutal elbow crashed into the side of her head.
Her consciousness flickered.
The world spun.
Then—
Darkness.
Kinoko gasped in horror.
She threw out her hands, desperately sprouting a new wave of spores, hoping to overwhelm him.
But none of them reached him.
Each mushroom strand twisted midair, their trajectory forcefully redirected.
Her eyes snapped back to Izuku.
He was standing there, casually picking a mushroom from the wall.
He studied it.
Then, smirking, he popped it into his mouth.
Kinoko screamed.
"DON'T EAT THA—"
A foot slammed into her face.
The world exploded into stars.
Her body was launched from the alleyway, crashing into the open street, unconscious before she even hit the ground.
Izuku wiped his lips.
"Not bad."
Then—
A shadow loomed overhead.
Himiko dove from above, her dragon tail whipping downward, her claws slashing through the air.
At the same time—
Ibara sent her thorny vines from below, lashing toward Izuku like a serpent aiming to constrict him.
Izuku moved.
A single, fluid motion.
His arms swept out, forming an air-blade with his ki, a concentrated slash cutting through every single vine in an instant.
Ibara gasped, her quirk completely severed in mere seconds.
Himiko's claws carved through empty air—
Izuku sidestepped at the last possible moment, letting her momentum carry her past him.
She twisted midair, catching herself, snarling playfully.
Ibara, however, wasn't done.
She took a deep breath, her face turning a flustered shade of red.
"PERVERT!" she suddenly shouted.
Izuku blinked.
"…Excuse me?"
"You were staring at a lady's chest! You have to take responsibility!"
Izuku's lips twitched.
"Oh? That so?"
Before she could react—
He blurred.
One moment, he was feet away.
The next—
He was right in front of her.
His hand lifted under her chin, tilting her face up slightly.
Her breath hitched.
"You know, I wouldn't mind, you—" Izuku mused. "You look kind of cute."
Ibara's face erupted into a crimson blaze.
Her throat locked up, her brain short-circuiting.
Then—
A sudden, sharp impact.
Izuku's fist slammed into her solar plexus.
Her eyes bulged, the air stolen from her lungs as her body curled forward.
Her legs trembled.
Before she could collapse—
Izuku clasped his hands together—
And brought them down onto the back of her head.
The impact crashed through her skull like a hammer, her vision blacking out instantly.
She crumpled to the ground, out cold.
Izuku exhaled, straightening his coat.
Himiko and Nejire stood nearby.
Both watching.
Both grinning.
And neither one backing down.
Izuku adjusted his glasses, his smirk returning.
A new system notification flashed across Izuku's vision.
"REWARDS INCREASED."
His brows furrowed.
"What?"
Before he could process the meaning behind it—
A powerful jab slammed into his ribs.
CRACK.
Pain exploded in his side as his body launched into the air.
He twisted midair, forcing himself to land on his feet, skidding backward as the ground cracked beneath his heels.
Then he saw him.
A golden blur—falling straight through the floor, then re-emerging behind him.
MIRIO TOGATA.
The third-year powerhouse, his body already phasing through the ground again, fist cocked back for another blow.
At the same time—
Shadowed tentacles whipped toward him, crab-like pincers snapping hungrily through the air.
TAMAKI AMAJIKI.
His manifested appendages twisted through the battlefield, seeking to bind and crush.
Izuku's reflexes screamed.
He barely managed to cross his arms, blocking the devastating punch that slammed against his forearm.
BOOM!
The sheer force sent him skidding back several meters, the concrete shattering beneath his feet.
His arms throbbed.
Even with reinforcement, Mirio's raw power was undeniable.
Then—
The tentacles came.
A dozen of them, each thick as steel cables, lunging for his limbs.
Izuku tensed.
His hand snapped to his belt—
FLASH BANG.
A blinding explosion of light and smoke erupted from the ground, engulfing the entire street in thick white mist.
Tamaki's tentacles lashed wildly, slamming into buildings and cracking windows.
But when the smoke cleared—
Izuku was gone.
Strategic Retreat: Understanding the Challenge
Mirio and Tamaki exchanged glances.
"He's fast," Mirio noted, cracking his knuckles.
Tamaki sighed. "I hate fighting people like this."
Nejire floated above, scanning the area. "He can't have gone far."
Meanwhile—
Inside a nearby dumpster…
Izuku sat completely still, his breathing controlled.
His system interface hovered in front of him.
DEFEAT ALL ENEMIES NOTIFICATION REWARD INCREASED: 200,000 XP TOTAL REWARD: 700,000 XP BONUS STAT CRYSTAL AWARDED.
Quest Adjustment: Prolonged battles escalate hero response. Additional reinforcements will arrive if combat extends beyond time limit. Priority: Finish battle efficiently.
Izuku's jaw clenched.
"So that's it."
This wasn't just a normal test.
It was designed to simulate a real-world villain encounter.
The longer he stayed and fought, the stronger the reinforcements would become.
If he didn't end this soon—
More heroes would arrive.
Too many to handle.
Izuku exhaled sharply.
"Then I need to finish this. Fast."
He cracked his neck, adjusting his gloves.
FOOTSTEPS.
Right outside.
A blade sliced through the dumpster's metal frame—
SCREEECH!
The entire bin was cleaved in half.
Izuku's instincts flared.
He shot forward—just in time to avoid being bisected.
A grinning fox-girl stood in the alleyway, tail swaying.
HIMIKO.
"Found you."
Izuku clicked his tongue.
SMOKE BOMB.
Another detonation of mist engulfed the space as he vaulted up the side of the building, his telekinesis launching him onto the rooftop.
His mind was already formulating a plan.
"No more stalling."
He touched his glasses, tilting them downward slightly.
His second wings shimmered faintly.
Then—
He vanished.
Izuku landed on the rooftop, boots skidding across the surface as his eyes darted to his surroundings.
They followed him up and had him surrounded.
Nejire hovered above, her energy spiraling in her hands.
Himiko perched nearby, her fox tail swaying with anticipation.
Mirio and Tamaki stood to his left, muscles tensed, waiting for him to make a move.
And then—
A colossal dragon slammed onto a nearby building, shattering the structure beneath her claws.
RYUKO TATSUMA.
The second-ranked third-year student, her golden scales glinting in the sunlight, exuding a raw, monstrous power.
On her back, one foot planted firmly, stood Rumi Usagiyama.
The strongest third-year.
The Bunny Queen of UA.
She leaped down, landing on the rooftop with a thunderous impact, her knuckles cracking, a feral smirk on her lips.
"Yo, Broccoli Boy."
Izuku gritted his teeth as his system notification popped up.
REWARD INCREASED AGAIN.
CURRENT XP REWARD: 1,000,000 XP
BONUS REWARD UNKNOWN.
His brows twitched.
Rumi stepped forward, cracking her neck.
"Surrender."
Izuku exhaled sharply.
He pressed his suit.
With a metallic hiss, plates detached from his armor, clattering off the side of the building.
They crashed into the street below, kicking up clouds of dust and debris.
Nejire blinked. "What the hell is he doing?"
Ryuko narrowed her reptilian eyes.
"Tch." Rumi smirked, rolling her shoulders. "Okay, so we're doing this for real."
Izuku raised his fists, shifting into his stance.
Observation Room
The teachers in the observation room were stunned.
All Might leaned forward, arms crossed.
Eraserhead's brows furrowed.
Recovery Girl sighed.
"He was holding back."
Vlad King stared at the screen, lips parted. "That's… concerning."
Aizawa muttered under his breath, "This kid has been coasting through this entire test."
All Might nodded slowly, eyes locked onto the feed.
"Now… we see what happens when he takes it seriously."
Ground Beta
Izuku ducked, his movements a blur as Rumi's foot whizzed past his head, the sheer force cracking the concrete where he had just stood. He barely had a second before Himiko's blue foxfire surged toward him.
His body twisted, rolling to the side as the flames roared past, the heat singing the tips of his hair. His boots scraped against the rooftop, stopping just in time to see Mirio phasing through the building below, his form disappearing beneath the ground.
Izuku smirked.
He was starting to understand how they were moving.
They were holding back.
It wasn't just their usual restraint, this was deliberate. Rumi wasn't as fast. Ryuko wasn't as aggressive. Nejire hesitated.
Only Himiko was going all out.
"Tch." Izuku exhaled, rolling his shoulders. "So that's how I made it this far."
Rumi's ears twitched, her eyes narrowing. "The hell are you muttering about?"
Izuku's smirk widened. If they weren't going to be serious, he was going to force them to be.
Mirio struck first.
The blond hero emerged behind him, his arm cocked back, fist aiming for Izuku's side.
Izuku's body twisted in midair, a sharp kick connecting with Mirio's gut. But it wasn't a normal hit—it was laced with ki.
As Mirio phased through the attack, his body trembled, his breath hitching. He felt it.
Even though the attack had passed through him, the disruption of ki energy interfered with his body's rhythm.
"Ghk—!" Mirio staggered, his footing faltering.
Before anyone could react, Izuku pulled a smoke bomb from his belt, crushing it in his grip.
BOOM!
Thick gray fog erupted, swallowing the battlefield.
"Shit—!" Nejire's voice rang out. "I can't see him!"
Counterattack
Izuku moved through the smoke, his instincts sharp.
Tamaki hesitated just outside the cloud, his tentacles unfurling from his back.
Izuku saw the movement. Perfect.
He was too slow.
Izuku burst forward, his fist crashing into Tamaki's ribs, sending the shy hero skidding back.
Nejire took the shot.
A stream of spiraling energy tore through the fog, twisting toward him.
Izuku's muscles coiled, his body moving before his mind could catch up.
He stepped back—*just barely avoiding the blast, and launched his own counterattack.
Nejire's eyes widened as his fist crashed into her gut, sending her careening toward Ryuko.
"Damn it—" Ryuko snarled, catching Nejire mid-air before she could crash into a building.
Izuku landed smoothly, cracking his knuckles as his ki surged around him.
He had to take someone out. Now.
Himiko was the biggest threat.
She wasn't hesitating. She wasn't playing around.
Izuku apologized silently, then blurred forward.
Himiko's eyes widened, but she was ready.
Blue flames spiraled from her claws, her tail flicking behind her as she twisted her body to intercept him.
She lunged, her claws slicing through the air, but Izuku parried with a sharp twist of his wrist, forcing her off balance.
"Too slow, foxy."
She grinned wildly, adjusting mid-air, her leg coming up for a counter-kick.
Izuku blocked it cleanly, his palm stopping her foot before he drove his knee into her stomach.
A strangled gasp left her lips, the wind knocked clean from her lungs.
She barely had time to react before his fist crashed against her jaw, sending her spiraling into a wall.
CRACK!
The impact rattled the air, dust and debris flying everywhere.
Himiko coughed, groaning, trying to push herself up.
Izuku was already in front of her.
She glared up at him, panting heavily. "Tch… Not bad, Broccoli Boy…"
He sighed, offering a small smirk. "Sorry about this."
A sharp elbow strike hit her neck, knocking her out instantly.
The battlefield fell silent.
Rumi's ears twitched, her body stiffening.
Nejire narrowed her eyes.
Ryuko's tail flicked aggressively.
Mirio breathed heavily, shaking off the effects of the ki interference.
Tamaki groaned, forcing himself up.
Izuku exhaled slowly.
The moment Himiko dropped unconscious, the tension in the air snapped.
This was no longer just an exercise.
Rumi crouched low, her powerful legs coiling like springs.
Nejire's hands twitched, energy crackling at her fingertips.
Ryuko's claws flexed, her dragon tail swaying behind her.
Tamaki straightened, his tentacles curling as he breathed through his pain.
Mirio rolled his shoulders, his smile gone—he was serious now.
And Izuku?
He smiled.
Finally.
They were taking him seriously
Rumi exploded forward.
Izuku barely had a second to react before her heel slammed into his ribs like a cannonball.
BOOM!
The impact sent him flying through the air, crashing through a building.
Dust and debris erupted around him.
Before he could even blink, Nejire's spiraling energy wave came crashing down.
Izuku rolled mid-air, twisting his body just enough to avoid taking the brunt of the blast.
But he wasn't unscathed—his left shoulder burned, a deep cut tearing through his suit.
Mirio phased through the wall, his fist colliding with Izuku's gut as soon as he landed.
THUD!
Izuku grunted, skidding backward, just in time for Ryuko to appear behind him.
Her claws raked across his back, drawing blood.
He spun on his heel, elbowing her jaw, but she barely flinched, instead, she grabbed his arm and slammed him into the ground.
Tamaki dropped from above, his hardened crab claws aiming for Izuku's ribs.
Izuku moved on instinct.
Psychic wings flared to life.
A shockwave of raw energy burst from his back, launching him into the air, just barely escaping the crushing blow.
"You're holding up pretty damn well!" Rumi called, cracking her knuckles. "But I ain't done yet, Broccoli Boy!"
She kicked off the ground, her speed insane.
She closed the gap instantly, her knee rising toward his chin.
Izuku's psychic limbs appeared, grabbing her leg mid-strike, but her second kick was already coming.
BAM!
His skull rattled.
The force sent him tumbling through another building, smashing through steel beams and concrete.
Izuku coughed blood, pushing himself up from the rubble.
"Okay. No more games."
His psychic wings unfurled, their emerald glow illuminating the dust.
His limbs manifested fully, four massive spectral arms radiating around him.
His eyes glowed a deadly green.
"Alright. Let's do this."
Nejire rushed him first, energy waves crackling around her.
Izuku dodged left, barely avoiding the spiraling beams of destruction.
His psychic limb lashed out, snatching Nejire mid-air before slamming her into the pavement.
CRACK!
She gasped, her body convulsing from the impact.
Before he could press the attack, Mirio burst from the ground beneath him.
Fist, incoming.
Izuku *caught it—*but it didn't matter.
Mirio phased through his defense and drove his knuckles into Izuku's gut.
"Ghk—!"
His body folded, air ripping from his lungs as he was sent flying.
But before he even landed, Rumi was already there.
Her heel crashed against his face, sending him spiraling through the sky.
Ryuko intercepted mid-air, her massive dragon tail whipping toward him like a battering ram.
Izuku crossed his arms, bracing himself.
BOOM!
Izuku rocketed through the air, his body tearing through concrete and steel before he crashed through another building. Dust and debris clouded the air, but he had no time to breathe.
He launched out of the wreckage, his eyes flashing emerald, his limbs already moving.
Nejire's spiraling energy beams tore through the air, but he was already countering—
A flick of his wrist.
His kinetic gauntlets flared, and with a powerful blast-enhanced punch, he sent Nejire flying, straight into Tamaki.
Before either could recover, he blitzed forward.
Using Ki to enhance his momentum, he twisted mid-air, his kinetic boots igniting with force.
A spinning back kick.
The impact rocked through both of them, their bodies colliding into the side of a collapsing building.
But he had no time to celebrate.
Mirio was already behind him.
Izuku felt the shift in the air, the subtle change in pressure.
He twisted at the last second, unleashing a Ki-infused strike.
His knuckles connected.
Even though Mirio phased, the Ki disrupted his very insides, making him stagger mid-step.
Izuku smirked
But before he could follow up—
A blur. A force like a bullet.
Rumi.
Her heel slammed into his skull.
CRACK!
Izuku was airborne again, hurtling across the street, smashing through abandoned vehicles before his battered body skidded across the pavement.
And then, a shadow covered the sky.
Ryuko.
She plummeted from above, her colossal dragon form a wrecking ball of destruction.
Izuku rolled just in time, his grappling hook latching onto a nearby building.
He yanked himself upward, his wings igniting, his body soaring back to the rooftop.
But Nejire was already there.
A crackling beam of golden energy tore through the sky, zeroing in on him.
Izuku's eyes narrowed.
He channeled his Ki.
Flowing Water, Crushing Rock.
He redirected the attack—flipping the spiraling beam back toward Ryuko.
The dragon barely had time to react before the energy slammed into her chest, sending her careening into a nearby building.
Tamaki appeared next.
Tentacles wrapped around Izuku's legs, yanking him downward.
SMASH!
Izuku's spine cracked against the concrete as he was whipped downward like a ragdoll.
Mirio phased through the building, launching a devastating punch.
Izuku countered instantly, his Ki-laced knuckles crashing against Mirio's jaw.
The two traded blows in rapid succession, their movements a blur to the naked eye.
But the numbers were too much.
The group converged.
They surrounded him.
Izuku was breathing heavily now.
His vision blurred, his body ached, his strength was waning.
His muscles screamed for relief, his limbs trembled from the relentless assault.
And for the first time, he groaned in frustration.
"Tch. I'm not going to lose like this."
But as he scanned the battlefield, he couldn't see a way out.
They had him pinned.
Izuku moved like a phantom, his blurred silhouette cutting through the battlefield as he activated every ability in his arsenal. His ki-infused limbs glowed faintly, and his psychic arms flickered like specters, coiling around his real ones.
Izuku blitzed forward, his movements like a flickering shadow—before anyone could react, he flicked a flashbang grenade from his utility belt.
BANG!
A blinding light erupted, engulfing the battlefield in a disorienting white haze. The entire squad staggered, their vision whitewashed, their senses scrambled.
In that fleeting moment, he struck.
His fists doubled up, muscles coiling like steel cables as he launched a devastating gut-crushing strike into Rumi's stomach.
BOOM!
The impact rippled through her body, sending spit flying from her mouth as her entire form folded over his knuckles.
CRASH!
She rocketed backward, her body tearing through concrete walls, breaking two entire buildings before skidding into a collapsed heap.
The others snapped back to focus, but something was wrong.
They felt it.
A strange wave washing over them.
Their quirks, failing.
Panic flashed across their faces as they realized their powers were shutting down.
Their bodies reverted to normal.
"What the hell—?!" Nejire gasped, her energy spirals flickering out of existence.
"My tentacles—!" Tamaki's hands trembled, his Quirk dissolving before he could regenerate.
Mirio's golden glow faded, his signature intangibility gone.
Izuku grinned, stepping forward, the confidence in his stride borderline terrifying.
From the shadows, a lone figure emerged.
Eraserhead.
His tired eyes held a knowing smirk.
"It's over." His voice was low but final.
"You don't have your Quirk, and there's no way you can beat me without it."
But Izuku's smile never wavered.
In fact, it widened.
Because in his mind—
Eraserhead just handed him victory.
Ki flooded his veins. His psychic limbs ignited. His every muscle surged with raw force.
He activated everything.
Power Strike.
Flurry of Blows.
Psychic Limbs.
Stunning Strike.
His entire body became a weapon, his fists moving faster than the eye could track.
And then, he was gone.
A blur of violent precision, he cut through them like a ghostly assassin.
One by one.
A barrage of strikes cracked into Tamaki's chest, his body folding over from the relentless onslaught before collapsing.
A telekinetic throw slammed Nejire into the pavement, her limbs giving out as unconsciousness overtook her.
A snap kick to Mirio's jaw sent him sprawling, his senses flickering in and out before his vision darkened.
One by one, they fell.
Like a god of war dancing through a battlefield, he struck without hesitation, his every blow decisive, his every attack absolute.
Eraserhead stood still.
A rare look of shock crossed his face.
He blinked, and then he was already wrapped in his own scarf.
"What—?! How—?!"
Izuku smirked, pulling the fabric taut with telekinesis.
"You really think I wouldn't find a way to counter your Quirk after our first encounter?"
Aizawa gritted his teeth, struggling, but Izuku's grip was unrelenting.
Izuku blurred forward, appearing right in front of him.
A single powerful punch tore into Aizawa's ribs, the force sending him crashing through a brick wall.
CRACK!
Dust and rubble settled.
Izuku stood tall, panting heavily, his body aching, his muscles screaming for relief.
But before he could even catch his breath—
CRASH!
A roaring explosion of wind and debris blew through the battlefield.
She had recovered.
Rumi.
The Rabbit Hero stood tall, dusting off the rubble from her shoulders.
Her gaze burned with an undeniable hunger for battle.
Izuku grinned.
"Finally," she smirked. "A proper one-on-one."
But then, Izuku did something unexpected.
He reached into his coat.
Two glass vials appeared in his hands, health potions.
He tossed one to her and chugged the other in one gulp.
Her ears twitched.
Her nose flared.
She smirked, chugging hers in response.
"Hah, finally playing fair, huh?" she teased.
Izuku shrugged, rolling his shoulders.
"I just wanted us to be at full strength," he admitted.
They locked eyes, the tension crackling between them.
Rumi stretched her arms, rolling her neck, preparing to launch at him.
But then—
Her movements slowed.
Her vision blurred.
Her limbs felt heavy.
"What—?"
Her body collapsed to the ground.
Status Effect: Sleep.
Izuku chuckled, kneeling beside her.
"C'mon, Rumi." He kissed her forehead softly. "Do you really think I'd fight you head-on at full power? I'd lose 100% of the time."
She groaned, already slipping into unconsciousness.
His hand brushed through her hair, his voice a whisper.
"Goodnight, my sweet rabbit."
He gently laid her down, making sure she was comfortable.
Quest Completed.
All enemies defeated.
Izuku smiled.
Izuku made his way down the dimly lit hallway, his suit whirring softly as it activated its auto-repair function. The material knitted itself back together, reinforcing the weakened sections, adjusting itself with a seamless hum.
His body ached from the fight, but he wasn't about to show it.
With a flick of his wrist, he activated one of his self-healing spells, feeling the soothing warmth wash over his bruised body, mending fractures, replenishing his stamina. His hair, once ruffled from combat, returned to its usual slightly messy yet charmingly untamed look.
A long exhale escaped his lips as he finally checked his system notifications.
Ding! Quest Completed!
Reward: 1,200,000 XP
4 Stat Crystals (Each 100 to a chosen stat)
Stat Allocation:
300 to Physical (Now 1150, including all equipment boosts)
100 to Mind (Now 450, equal to his Body stat)
And then, the bonus reward.
Ding! Bonus Reward Obtained: [World Key]
Description: Unknown… Unknown… Unknown… ?
Izuku stared at the mysterious key in his hand.
It felt ancient.
A strange weight settled in his palm, the material colder than it should have been, as if it pulsed with some hidden knowledge, some forbidden power.
His eyes narrowed.
"What the hell is this…?" he muttered.
The system offered no answers.
He clenched his fist, storing it away into his inventory, making a mental note to figure it out later.
When he stepped back into the observation room, all eyes were on him.
All Might stood frozen, his massive frame tense, his eyes glued to the screen, replaying the battle.
Recovery Girl let out a long, tired sigh, shaking her head as she closed her medical kit.
Vlad King crossed his arms, his face twisted in disbelief.
Eraserhead was still out cold, the scarf-wearing hero having been dragged off to the infirmary.
They all stared at him.
Izuku simply grinned.
"How did you do it?" Vlad finally asked.
Izuku raised a single finger to his lips.
"Secret."
Recovery Girl massaged her temples. "Brat."
"We'll have to do a full analysis breakdown later," Vlad muttered. "But for now, just—get out of here before my blood pressure spikes any higher."
Izuku chuckled, bowing dramatically before stepping out of the room.
The school day had finally ended, and as the sun dipped behind the skyline, Izuku found himself making his way toward the daycare center.
Inside, a tiny white-haired girl stood at the entrance, bouncing on her heels.
As soon as she spotted him, she lit up.
"Papa!"
Izuku smirked, crouching slightly.
"Eri!" He spread his arms wide, but instead of running into them, she crossed her arms, puffing out her cheeks.
He raised a brow.
"Where's Bunny Mama? Fox Mama? Scientist Mama?"
Izuku pouted dramatically, clutching his chest.
"Ouch! So you don't wanna spend time with Papa?"
She shook her head furiously. "No! I wanna spend time with Papa! I just wanna know where Mama is!"
Izuku chuckled, ruffling her hair.
"Science Mama is working." He hoisted her up onto his back, carrying her piggyback style. "And the other two? Sleeping. Very, very tired."
Eri tilted her head. "Why?"
Izuku smirked.
"Because they fought me. And let's just say… they won't be waking up anytime soon."
Her eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Did you beat them?!"
Izuku grinned.
"Of course."
Eri giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Papa's the strongest!"
"Damn right."
She tilted her head again.
"So what are we doing now?"
Izuku hummed, pretending to think.
"How about the arcade? And maybe… some cake?"
Her eyes practically glowed.
"YES!"
With that, Izuku took off, bounding down the streets, Eri laughing on his back.
For now, the battle was over.
He was just a normal dad spending time with his daughter.
Author's Note:
Alright, I did simplify the battle a bit this time. Next time, I'll go into more detail, there were just a lot of characters to get through, especially most of Class 1-B again.
If you noticed, Yui Kodai and Reiko Yanagi were missing from the fight. That's because their quirks work well together, so I thought it made sense to place them in Class 1-A instead.
I'm considering going back to my original writing style, but if you all like this format, I can stick with it. Let me know what you think!
Thank you all for your support, I truly appreciate it! Your encouragement keeps me motivated, and I hope to keep delivering great chapters for you.
I also work on some side projects like "Useless Shield", along with my original work. You don't have to check them out, but just know I've got other things in the pipeline too!
Let's keep this story going!