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The Unforeseen
The morning sun cast a golden glow over Musutafu, its rays glinting off glass skyscrapers and bustling streets. It was Wednesday, 7:55 AM, and the city thrummed with its usual rhythm—salarymen rushing to trains, vendors shouting over steaming carts, the faint hum of quirks in daily use. But today, a block near the central district had erupted into chaos. Sirens wailed, cutting through the morning calm, as Pro Heroes Kamui Woods and Mt. Lady faced off against a villain known as Habit Headgear. His grotesque helmet pulsed with dark energy, amplifying his strength to monstrous levels, and he held a terrified family hostage—a mother clutching her two young children—against a shattered storefront.
Kamui Woods extended his branches like living vines, weaving them through the rubble to ensnare the villain without endangering the hostages. His voice was steady but strained. "Surrender now, villain! Release the civilians, and this ends peacefully!"
Habit Headgear's laugh was a grating snarl, amplified by his quirk. The helmet's veins glowed, and he swung a massive fist, shattering Kamui's wooden limbs like dry twigs. "You tree-hugger! Think you can stop me?"
Mt. Lady, towering over the street in her giant form, brought down a colossal foot, aiming to pin the villain. But Habit Headgear was deceptively agile, rolling aside and seizing a parked car, hurling it like a toy. Mt. Lady batted it away with a grunt, but the effort left her open, and he charged, slamming into her leg with enough force to make her stagger, the ground trembling under her weight.
The mother screamed, shielding her children as glass rained down. "Please, someone help us!"
Kamui reformed his branches, sweat beading on his wooden face as he tried to flank the villain. "Mt. Lady, we need a plan—this guy's too strong!"
Mt. Lady grimaced, steadying herself. "Yeah, no kidding! We need backup, fast!"
Before they could regroup, a gust of wind tore through the street, papers and debris swirling in a vortex. A booming voice echoed, cutting through the chaos like a beacon. "FEAR NOT, CITIZENS! FOR I AM HERE!"
All Might landed in a crouch, his golden-age costume gleaming, his iconic smile a beacon of hope amid the destruction. Habit Headgear turned, eyes widening beneath his helmet. "All Might? This is my lucky—"
"MISSOURI SMASH!" All Might's hand chopped forward in a blur, the strike connecting with the villain's chest like a thunderclap. The impact sent Habit Headgear crashing through a concrete wall, his helmet cracking as he slumped unconscious, the dark energy flickering out.
The family blinked in disbelief as All Might scooped them up gently, setting them down safely away from the rubble. "Are you all alright?"
The mother nodded tearfully, hugging her children tightly. "Th-thank you, All Might! We thought…"
All Might's smile softened, his massive hand patting the kids' heads. "NO NEED TO WORRY! YOU'RE SAFE NOW!" He turned to the pros, who were catching their breath. "KAMUI WOODS, MT. LADY, FINE WORK HOLDING THE LINE!"
Kamui retracted his branches, exhaling in relief. "All Might, your timing is impeccable. We were in over our heads."
Mt. Lady shrank to normal size, brushing dust from her costume with a sheepish grin. "Yeah, thanks for the save. That guy was a nightmare."
All Might waved them off with a hearty laugh. "JUST DOING MY PART! NOW, I MUST BE OFF—DUTY CALLS AT U.A.!" With a powerful leap, he vanished into the sky, leaving the pros to secure the scene, their gratitude mingling with the settling dust.
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**12:50 PM, U.A. High, Class 1-A**
Kenjiro leaned back in his seat, the classroom's familiar hum a stark contrast to the morning's news reports buzzing on his phone. All Might's rescue had already hit social media, clips of his Missouri Smash trending with hashtags like #SymbolOfPeace. In Class 1-A, the atmosphere was charged with a mix of awe and anticipation. As class president, Kenjiro felt the weight of responsibility heavier each day, especially after yesterday's breach of the U.A. Barrier—a crack in the school's invincibility that still lingered in everyone's minds.
The classroom was a lively mess. Kirishima arm-wrestled Kaminari, Mina cheering with her acid-resistant gloves waving. Midoriya scribbled furiously in his notebook, muttering about All Might's technique, while Uraraka peered over his shoulder, nodding eagerly. Bakugo slouched at his desk, arms crossed, his scowl a permanent fixture. Toru's floating gloves waved at Kenjiro as he adjusted his bag, and Ojiro gave a quiet nod from his seat.
"Yo, prez!" Toru chirped, her voice bubbling with energy. "Did you see All Might on the news? Dude's unstoppable!"
Kenjiro grinned, setting his bag down. "Yeah, caught it on my way in. Missouri Smash? He's not slowing down, even as a teacher."
Before they could delve deeper, the door slid open, and Aizawa shuffled in, his scarf loose, eyes bloodshot as if he'd slept in a ditch. The class snapped to attention, the chatter dying instantly.
He dropped his sleeping bag by the podium and faced them, his voice a low monotone. "Settle down. Today's Foundational Hero Studies is the Trial of Rescue. We're heading off-campus to a specialized facility designed for disaster scenarios. Get your hero costumes and meet at the bus in ten minutes. No dawdling, no excuses."
The class erupted in excitement, the tension from yesterday easing into eager anticipation. Kenjiro stood, his class president instincts kicking in. "Alright, everyone, grab your gear and line up. Let's move efficiently. If you need help with costumes, talk to me or Yaoyorozu."
Yaoyorozu, already organizing her bag, nodded with a calm smile. "I'll assist with any equipment issues, Ito-san. Let's keep things orderly."
The class complied, the morning's structure a welcome routine. Kenjiro retrieved his hero suit from the locker, its navy-blue fabric with electric-blue lightning patterns a perfect fit for his speed quirk. The suit was lightweight, friction-resistant, with reinforced boots and a visor to shield his eyes at Mach speeds. He changed quickly, the material hugging his frame like a second skin, ready for whatever the day threw at him.
The bus waited outside, its engine humming softly under the midday sun. The class boarded, the ride to the Unforeseen Simulation Joint (USJ) a mix of lively chatter and nervous energy. Kirishima and Kaminari turned it into a quirk showcase, Kaminari sparking tiny bolts while Kirishima hardened his arm to block them, grinning. "See? Unbreakable!"
Mina laughed, her horns bouncing. "You two are gonna fry the bus if you're not careful!"
Bakugo sat alone, staring out the window, his silence a barrier no one dared breach. Midoriya muttered strategies to Uraraka and Iida, his notebook open on his lap. "Rescue ops require adaptability—floods, fires, collapses… we need to prioritize civilian safety."
Uraraka nodded eagerly. "Yeah! My gravity quirk could float people out of rubble or water."
Iida chopped the air, his engines idling. "Precisely! Coordination and speed are key in rescue scenarios!"
Kenjiro sat with Toru and Ojiro, the trio discussing the exercise. Toru's gloves fidgeted excitedly. "Rescue's so different from combat, right? My invisibility could scout trapped people without alerting anyone."
Ojiro's tail curled thoughtfully. "It's about saving, not winning. We'll need to think beyond fighting."
Kenjiro leaned back, his mind already visualizing scenarios. "Speed's great for evac, but in tight spaces, I gotta be careful not to cause more damage. Phasing through debris could clear paths, but one wrong move…"
The bus pulled up to the USJ, a massive dome that loomed like a fortress of controlled chaos. Inside, the air was cool, the Central Plaza connecting to sprawling disaster zones: the Ruins Zone's crumbling urban decay to the northeast, the Landslide Zone's debris-strewn slopes to the east, the Mountain Zone's rocky cliffs to the south, the Conflagration Zone's blazing inferno to the southwest, the Flood Zone's watery expanse with lake, ship, and waterslide to the west, and the Downpour Zone's storm-ravaged streets to the northwest.
Space Hero: Thirteen, greeted them, her astronaut-like suit gleaming under the dome's artificial lights. Her voice was warm but carried the weight of experience.
"Welcome, students, to the USJ!" Thirteen said, their voice kind and amplified by their suit. They launched into a speech about the gravity of their quirks, about the responsibility to save lives, about how a power meant for harm could be turned to good. It was inspiring. Kenjiro felt a swell of purpose. This was what it was all about.
Then, the lights flickered.
A strange, cold mist began to coalesce in the center of the plaza. It wasn't part of the simulation. It swirled, black and purple, expanding into a dark, yawning portal.
A hand, pale and disembodied, reached out of the void. Then a leg. Then a man, tall and lanky, covered in severed hands, one gripping his face, another on his neck. He scratched at his skin with a frantic, nervous energy.
Then more figures emerged. Dozens. Scores. Men and women with cruel faces and wild quirks, spilling out of the portal into the heart of the USJ. The air, once filled with hopeful anticipation, turned frigid with palpable malice.
Aizawa's body went rigid. "Huddle together and don't move!" he barked, his voice sharper than they'd ever heard it. He slammed his hand on his comms device. "Thirteen! Why aren't the intruder sensors going off?!"
"Sensors are showing… nothing!" Thirteen replied, their voice tight with alarm. "It's like they don't exist!"
One of the villains, a hulking brute, laughed. "Where is he? The schedule we swiped said All Might was supposed to be here!"
The schedule. Yesterday's infiltration. The breached barrier. The pieces slammed together in Kenjiro's mind with the force of a freight train. This wasn't a drill. This wasn't a mistake.
Actual villains.
The thought was so absurd, so terrifying, it felt like the floor had dropped out from under him. His blood ran cold. These were real, murderous criminals. And they were here for All Might. They were here for them.
"Thirteen, begin evacuation and try to contact the school!" Aizawa commanded, pulling his yellow goggles over his eyes. His capture weapon floated around his shoulders like a live thing. "I will have to handle this."
"Aizawa-sensei!!, you can't!" Midoriya protested. "There are too many! Your fighting style isn't suited for this!"
"You can't be a pro if you only have one trick," Aizawa said, his voice deathly calm. He took a step forward, ready to leap into a battle he couldn't possibly win.
No. The thought was instantaneous. Kenjiro saw it all play out in hyper-detailed slow motion. Aizawa would be overwhelmed. Thirteen would try to protect them and fail. People would die. His classmates. His teachers.
He didn't think. He pushed.
The world froze. The villains' jeers became a deep, distorted hum. Aizawa was suspended in mid-leap, a statue of defiant hope against an impossible tide. Thirteen was a monument to desperation.
Kenjiro moved.
He was a ghost, a blue-and-black streak of motion. He didn't fight. He grabbed. He zipped through the frozen tableau, grabbing each of his classmates, one by one, and moving them. He was a whirlwind of salvation, depositing them gently, instantly, outside the main USJ entrance, a hundred meters from the central plaza. He grabbed Thirteen, then finally Aizawa, moving his teacher a crucial twenty feet back from the edge of the villain horde.
He reappeared back in his original spot, his chest heaving, the world snapping back to real-time with a deafening roar.
WHOOSH-BANG.
The entire class and their teachers stumbled, disoriented, finding themselves suddenly outside the main USJ entrance. Aizawa landed in a crouch, his head whipping around, utterly bewildered. "What—?"
The villains in the plaza cried out in confusion, their prey suddenly vanishing from right before their eyes.
Kenjiro didn't stop to explain. His mind was racing, calculations flying. He'd gotten them out, but the villains were still in. They could portal out, spread through the city… or worse, come out after them. The school might not know. The comms were down.
He made a split-second decision. He couldn't beat them all. But he could cause chaos. He could thin their numbers. He could be a distraction.
He turned to Aizawa, his voice urgent. "I'm going back in." Before his teacher could protest, he looked at Iida. "Iida! If the comms are still down, you run. You're the fastest after me. You get to U.A. and you bring help. Understand?"
Iida, pale but resolute, nodded sharply. "Yes, Itoo-san!"
Aizawa's eyes widened. "Ito, don't you dare—!"
But Kenjiro was already gone, a blur shooting back through the USJ doors.
The USJ doors hissed shut behind him, sealing him in a nightmare. The cold, malicious air of the central plaza hit him like a physical blow. Dozens of villains were still milling about, confused by the sudden disappearance of their targets.
Time to change that.
[Cue: "Holy F - Tom Tom"]
"I defy all the crooked little smiles of them..."
He hit the Ruins Zone first, northeast of Central Plaza. Crumbling buildings loomed, concrete skeletons twisted in mock destruction, rebar jutting like broken bones. Five villains patrolled—a pyrokinetic hurling fireballs to light paths, a spiked brute smashing debris for cover, an elastic-limbed woman stretching to scout high ledges, and two grunts with minor strength quirks guarding a choke point.
Kenjiro phased through a collapsed wall.
"I defy the beady little eyes of them..."
He emerged behind the pyrokinetic, his fist vibrating with a "Sonic Punch", the shockwave rippling through the air like a thunderclap, knocking the villain out cold before he could scream. The brute swung, spikes extending like a porcupine's quills, but Kenjiro blurred away, reappearing with a 'Lightning Throw'—a chunk of rebar electrified by his speed's friction, hurled with Mach force. It struck the brute's chest, stunning him mid-charge, his eyes rolling back.
"Execution of a useless plan..."
The elastic woman lashed out, her limbs whipping like tentacles across the rubble. Kenjiro phased through, his body vibrating to pass harmlessly, wrapping capture tape around her in a split-second bind. She thrashed, screaming, "What the—it's a blur!" before collapsing, taped to a shattered pillar.
"Execution of a useless man..."
The grunts fumbled for weapons, one shouting, "Where is he?!" Kenjiro zipped between them, 'Sonic Punches' dropping them like stones, their bodies crumpling amid the debris.
"I defy the crooked little smiles of them..."
He moved to the Landslide Zone east, its sloped terrain a chaotic mess of tumbling boulders and shifting earth. Four villains operated here: a rock-skinned tank creating barriers with seismic stomps, a speedster darting to scout paths, and two earth-manipulators reshaping slopes to trap intruders.
"I defy the beady little eyes of them..."
Kenjiro ran up the incline, phasing through a rolling boulder that would've crushed a normal hero. He targeted the speedster first, matching pace, then surpassing, circling to disorient like a hawk toying with prey. A 'Sonic Punch' to the back sent vibrations cracking the villain's rhythm, dropping him face-first into the dirt. The rock-skin charged, quakes rippling from his steps, but Kenjiro's 'Lightning Throw'—an electrified rock shard—pierced his defenses, stunning him with a jolt. He taped him mid-collapse, the villain's groan muffled by the slope.
"Execution of a useless plan..."
The earth-manipulators tried burying him in a landslide, shifting the ground beneath his feet. Kenjiro phased underground, emerging behind them, his speed a blur as he wrapped tape around their wrists before they could react. "Blur's taking us down—can't see him!" one gasped, bound in mud.
"Execution of a worthless man..."
South to the Mountain Zone, its rocky cliffs and precarious drops a natural fortress. Three villains held ground: a wind-manipulator blasting gusts from high ledges, a stone-fisted brawler scaling walls, and a flyer with bat-like wings circling overhead.
"M-I-S-S-I-N-G (On God)..."
Kenjiro ran straight up a cliff face, his friction-resistant boots gripping imperfections like a spider. The flyer dove, wings slicing the air, but Kenjiro phased through the attack, reappearing mid-air with a 'Sonic Punch' that sent vibrations through the wings, grounding him with a pained squawk. The wind-manipulator unleashed a gale to knock him off, but Kenjiro blurred against it, his speed cutting through like a blade, tape wrapping the villain mid-blast.
"M-I-S-T-E-R-Y (On God)..."
The stone-fisted brawler swung from a ledge, his fists like sledgehammers, but Kenjiro's **Lightning Throw**—an electrified pebble hurled at Mach speed—shocked him into a fall, capture tape securing him before he hit the ground. "It's a ghost—too fast!" the flyer yelled, taped to a rock.
"I defy the crooked little smiles of th—(Oh oh!)"
Southwest to the Conflagration Zone, a blazing urban inferno where flames roared from mock buildings, heat warping the air. Six villains thrived here: a molten-skinned tank radiating heat, three fire-breathers hurling flames, and two heat-resistant thugs wielding flaming weapons.
"I defy the beady little eyes of them (Ah!)..."
Kenjiro's suit resisted the blaze as he blitzed through, phasing past fire walls that licked at his heels. The molten villain laughed, charging with superheated fists, thinking himself untouchable, but Kenjiro's 'Sonic Punch' sent vibrations through his liquid skin, cooling and cracking it like brittle glass. He dropped, taped mid-solidify, hissing in pain. The fire-breathers hurled coordinated flame bursts, but Kenjiro dodged with micro-bursts of speed, his Lightning Throw electrifying debris—a scorched pipe—that stunned them amid the blaze.
"Execution of a useless plan..."
The thugs swung flaming bats, but Kenjiro phased through, wrapping tape in a blur. "Can't hit the blur—it's everywhere!" one choked, bound in ash
"Execution of a worthless man..."
West to the Flood Zone, its lake shimmering under artificial light, a ship floating mid-water, a waterslide adding an absurd twist. Four villains patrolled: two water-whip users lashing from the lake, and two aquatic mutants swimming with webbed limbs.
"M-I-S-S-I-N-G (On God)..."
Kenjiro ran across the water's surface, his speed defying gravity, ripples trailing like shockwaves. A water whip lashed out, aiming to entangle, but he phased through, the liquid passing harmlessly as he delivered a Sonic Punch, vibrating the water into a shockwave that stunned the user. He blurred to the ship, taking down mutants with quick strikes, their scales no match for his speed. Capture tape secured them to the ship's mast, one gasping, "Damn ghost on the water!"
"M-I-S-T-E-R-Y (On God)..."
The waterslide villain tried flooding him with a torrent, but Kenjiro's Lightning Throw electrified the water, shocking him into submission. He taped him to the slide,
"I defy all the crooked little smiles of them..."
Northwest to the Downpour Zone, storm-ravaged streets battered by artificial rain and wind. Five villains operated here: a storm-enhanced strength brute, two lightning callers, and two wind manipulators creating mini-tornadoes.
Kenjiro entered, his visor clearing rain from his vision. The storm brute charged through the gale, fists like thunderheads, but Kenjiro's speed outmatched, a Sonic Punch to the gut sending vibrations that dropped him to his knees. The lightning callers hurled bolts, their arcs illuminating the storm, but Kenjiro phased through, the electricity passing harmlessly as he delivered Sonic Punches that disrupted their charge, taping them mid-collapse. The wind manipulators tried trapping him in a vortex, but his Lightning Throw—electrified debris—shattered their focus, tape binding them to a lamppost.
"It's a damn ghost—too fast in the storm!" one yelled, bound in the downpour.
Kenjiro returned to the Central Plaza, exhausted, breath ragged. His suit was torn, singed, and soaked, muscles screaming from the strain of phasing and fighting across six zones. Sweat stung his eyes, his quirk flickering like a dying battery. He'd taken down dozens, but the toll was heavy—vision blurring, legs trembling, chest tight from exertion.
The remaining villains clustered: a dozen low-level thugs, Tomura Shigaraki scratching his neck furiously, Kurogiri's misty form swirling, and the Nomu standing motionless, its exposed brain gleaming under the dome's lights.
In the shadows, Tomura's irritation boiled over, his fingers digging into his neck until blood specked his skin. "What the hell is happening?!" he snarled, pacing erratically. "Our guys are dropping like flies! Is it All Might? No, he's not here…"
Kurogiri, calm amid the chaos, spoke evenly, his yellow eyes glowing through the mist. "It's not All Might. A student-perharps—fast, elusive, striking from nowhere."
Tomura's eyes widened, his voice a venomous hiss. "A Student?! This ruins everything! They're mocking us!" He glanced at the Nomu, its hulking form silent. "Should we unleash it? It'd crush this pest in seconds!"
Kurogiri hesitated, his mist swirling tighter. "Patience, Tomura Shigaraki. Observe. This speedster tires—look at the reports. They're slowing."
Villains shouted in panic, some yelling about a "blue blur," others collapsing before they could react. One thug stumbled into the plaza, clutching a taped arm. "It's everywhere! Can't see it—just a flash, then you're down!"
Tomura's hand twitched, hovering over his neck. "They're ruining my game! I'll decay this whole place if I have to!"
Kurogiri's voice remained steady. "The Nomu is our trump card. If we deploy it now, we risk exposing our hand too soon. Let the student exhaust themselves."
Tomura growled, his red eyes darting. "Fine. But if this keeps up, Nomu's tearing them apart."
Kenjiro steadied his breathing, wiping sweat from his brow as he surveyed the plaza. His body screamed for rest, but the mission wasn't done. He blurred into action, targeting the thugs first. Sonic Punches flew, each strike a vibrating shockwave that dropped them like puppets with cut strings. One tried to swing a metal bat, but Kenjiro phased through, taping him mid-swing. Another fired energy blasts, but Kenjiro dodged with a micro-burst, taping him to the ground.
He kept eyes on the leaders—Tomura, scratching obsessively; Kurogiri, his mist swirling like a shield; and the Nomu, its eerie stillness a warning. Kenjiro's instincts screamed to avoid them, his earlier fights proving he could handle grunts but not whatever that creature was.
With the thugs down, Kenjiro targeted Tomura, phasing toward him in a desperate bid to end it. His speed was waning, but he pushed through, aiming a Sonic Punch at the blue-haired leader. But the Nomu moved, its massive arm swinging with impossible speed, a wall of muscle that forced Kenjiro to skid back, boots screeching on the plaza's floor.
His heart pounded, fear spiking like ice in his veins. 'It saw me. How?!' The Nomu's blank eyes locked onto him, a primal terror gripping him. Nothing had matched his speed before—not the speedster in the Landslide Zone, not the flyer in the Mountain Zone. This creature was different, a monster beyond his calculations.
Tomura grinned, his voice a raspy taunt. "Oh, you're fast. But Nomu's faster."
Kurogiri's mist swirled tighter, his tone mocking. "Impressive, child. But you're outmatched."
Kenjiro retreated, his quirk flickering, legs trembling from exhaustion. He'd thinned the villains' numbers, taken down dozens across the zones, but these three were beyond him. His eyes flicked to the entrance, praying Iida had reached UA. The USJ was a trap, a declaration of war, and he'd bought time—but the real fight was coming, and he wasn't sure he could keep up.
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how was the fight, tried to not just make it to short of one
I ask for stones and they call me a mad man but i drop a chapter and i call it mercy