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The Unbreakable and The Unbeatable
The world narrowed to the swirling, expanding vortex of purple and black mist. It was death, cold and absolute, reaching for him. Kenjiro's mind, usually so sharp and calculating at speed, was a frantic, screaming static of pain and terror. His ribs were a white-hot brand of agony with every ragged breath. The Nomu's impossible speed had been a shock—a violation of the natural order he'd come to understand. But as the mist curled toward his face, a cold, sharp clarity cut through the panic.
''It's fast. But I am faster.'
The thought wasn't arrogance. It was a simple, analytical fact, reassessed without the blinding veil of fear. The Nomu had caught him off guard, overwhelmed him with its shocking presence and power. But in that pure, straight-line burst when it had first moved, Kenjiro's honed perception had caught up. He'd seen the limit of its acceleration. It was a rocket. He was lightning.
A blur of black shot past him.
Eraserhead.
Aizawa hit the ground between Kenjiro and the advancing Kurogiri, his capture weapon already unraveling. The cloth wrapped around the metal brace within the mist with a metallic *clink*, and Aizawa yanked hard, pulling Kurogiri off balance. The mist faltered.
"I told you not to be a hero, problem child," Aizawa growled, his eyes glowing red, his hair floating.
"Nomu! Delete Eraserhead!" Shigaraki shrieked, his voice a nails-on-chalkboard screech of gleeful malice.
The Nomu moved. It was fast. A blur of dark motion. But Kenjiro was ready this time. His eyes, operating at a perceivable level of his own quirk, didn't just see a blur; they saw a trajectory. A powerful, brutal, but ultimately simple line aimed directly at his teacher.
Aizawa, his quirk focused entirely on nullifying Kurogiri, was blind to it.
'No.'
The thought was not a shout, but a cold, instantaneous command that bypassed pain and fear. His body reacted before the word even fully formed in his mind.
He 'pushed.'
The world didn't just slow; it froze. The Nomu was suspended mid-lunge, a statue of murderous intent, its clawed hand inches from Aizawa's ribs. Aizawa was a tableau of focused defiance, unaware of the doom a breath away. Kurogiri's mist hung in eerie, motionless swirls.
Kenjiro moved through the crystalline stillness. He didn't run to intercept the Nomu—that would be a collision of unimaginable force. He didn't try to shove Aizawa—the teacher's own momentum and the Nomu's might could injure them both.
He had a fraction of a frozen second. Enough.
He stepped *into* the space between his teacher and the monster. With a gentleness that belied the frozen time, he hooked his hands under Aizawa's arms. Then, he moved.
He didn't *carry* Aizawa; that would be too slow. In the dilated time, he *repositioned* him. It was like moving a piece on a chessboard. He took two steps backward, pulling Aizawa with him, clearing the lethal line of the Nomu's charge by a full meter.
Time snapped back to reality.
The Nomu's fist shot through the empty space where Aizawa's torso had been a microsecond before. The force of its missed punch carried it forward, its own momentum now its enemy. It stumbled, off-balance, its dead eyes showing a flicker of confused frustration. It had hit nothing but air.
Aizawa stumbled back a step, his eyes wide with shock and disorientation. He'd felt a sudden, impossible tug, a blur of motion, and found himself standing a meter away from where he'd been, the Nomu's attack having harmlessly passed through the space he'd just vacated. His brain tried and failed to process what had happened.
Kenjiro stood beside him, chest heaving, not mostly from the physical effort, but from the Strain of the aftershock of the pain he'd pushed through. He'd done it. He hadn't taken the hit. He'd simply… moved them. His speed hadn't been about overpowering the Nomu; it had been about precision. About being exactly where he needed to be, faster than the attack could land.
Shigaraki's gleeful giggle died in his throat, replaced by a sputter of incoherent rage. "What? How?! Nomu! Again! Smash them both!"
The Nomu, recovering its balance, turned its blank eyes back toward them, its muscles coiling for another attack.
But the moment of stunned confusion had cost them. A new sound cut through the USJ.
It was the sound of the massive main doors being *torn* from their reinforced hinges with a shriek of protesting metal.
And then, a voice.
"HAVE NO FEAR…"
The Nomu paused, its head tilting.
"…FOR I AM HERE!"
All Might stood in the ruined doorway, steam rolling off his massive shoulders. His smile was a grim, terrifying slash. His eyes burned with a blue fire. This was not the smiling hero from the TV. This was a force of nature.
The Nomu's head fully turned away from the two pros, its entire focus locking onto the new, larger threat. Its programming had a new priority.
All Might vanished.
There was no blur, no warning. One moment he was at the entrance, the next he was in the central plaza, standing between the Nomu and Kenjiro and Aizawa. The air *crackled* with the displacement.
"It's all right now," All Might said, his voice a low, powerful rumble. "I am here."
The Nomu didn't hesitate. It launched itself at All Might with a guttural roar.
All Might met the charge head-on.
"SMASH!"
The collision was apocalyptic. The shockwave blew the rain horizontally, cracked the concrete under their feet. All Might's fist met the Nomu's claw, and the two titans were locked in a stalemate of pure, unimaginable power.
Kenjiro's gaze snapped away from the titanic clash. The Nomu was occupied. All Might had it contained. The real threats, the architects of this nightmare, were now exposed.
Shigaraki was scratching at his neck, his red eyes wide with a mixture of rage and ecstatic awe as he watched his creation fight the Symbol of Peace. Kurogiri hovered nearby, a silent, watchful sentinel, his misty form tense.
They were distracted. They were vulnerable.
Aizawa was leaning on a piece of rubble, "Ito… your ribs…"
"Later," Kenjiro gritted out, his eyes fixed on the two villains. The analytical part of his mind, the part that saw equations and solutions, saw one now. He couldn't hurt the Nomu. But he could cut the strings.
He gently shifted Aizawa's weight, making sure he was stable. "Stay here, sensei."
"Ito, don't you dare—" Aizawa's command was weak, lost to the roar of the conflict.
Kenjiro was already moving. He didn't push into a full sprint toward the Nomu; that would be suicide. Instead, he took three quick, sharp steps *sideways*, using the cover of the colossal struggle between All Might and the Nomu—the concussive blasts of air, the flying debris—as a screen.
He was a shadow.
He angled his run, not at the main event, but toward the sidelines where Shigaraki and Kurogiri were spectating. His target wasn't the powerhouse; it was the command center.
Shigaraki was the priority. Take him down, and the Nomu might become directionless. But Kurogiri was the wild card, the escape route, the support. He had to be neutralized first.
Kenjiro pushed his speed, not to his maximum—the pain in his ribs was a stark warning—but to a controlled, efficient velocity. He closed the distance in a heartbeat, a silent blue streak against the chaos.
Kurogiri's glowing yellow eyes shifted a fraction, some instinct warning him. The mist around his neck began to swirl, a portal starting to form—a defense, or perhaps an attempt to warp Shigaraki away.
He was too slow.
Kenjiro altered his course at the last millisecond, aiming not for Kurogiri's central body, but for the heavy, metallic brace around his neck—the physical anchor within the mist. He didn't punch it. He 'slapped' it, his palm striking the metal with a focused, vibrating impact.
"ZZZZZ-CLANG!"
The sound was a high-pitched, resonant chime. The vibration wasn't meant to destroy the brace, but to disrupt the delicate connection between the metal and Kurogiri's misty form. It was a jolt to the system.
Kurogiri let out a choked, gurgling sound, the forming portal flickering and dying instantly. His misty form shuddered and condensed, becoming more solid, more tangible, as he struggled to maintain cohesion. He was disabled, not destroyed, but out of the fight for crucial seconds.
Shigaraki spun around, his eyes wide with shock. "Kurogiri?! What did you—?!"
He never finished the sentence.
Kenjiro was already on him. He didn't throw a punch. A punch could kill if he misjudged his own speed-enhanced strength, and Shigaraki, for all his villainy, was still human. Instead, he used his momentum and precision.
He didn't slide or sweep. As Shigaraki spun around, his eyes wide with shock, Kenjiro was already a blur of motion behind him. There was no time for tape, no room for error. A single, precise, quirk-enhanced chop, the side of his hand moving at a controlled but devastating speed, connected with the base of Shigaraki's skull.
It wasn't a killing blow. It was a neurological interrupt, a precise strike to a cluster of nerves. Shigaraki's eyes rolled back in his head mid-snarl. All the tension, the manic energy, drained from his body instantly. He crumpled to the concrete like a marionette with its strings cut, unconscious before he even hit the ground.
The sudden silence from the villain was more deafening than his screams had been. Kenjiro stood over the incapacitated form, chest heaving, his body protesting every movement. He'd done it. He'd taken down the leadership. He'd cut the strings.
The roar of the battle between All Might and the Nomu reached a crescendo. Kenjiro looked up in time to see All Might, seeing his opponent momentarily distracted by its master's scream, find an opening.
"TEXAS… SMASH!"
The uppercut connected with the Nomu's jaw with the force of a meteor strike. The creature's head snapped back with whiplash violence. Its body went rigid, then was lifted clean off its feet, hurled backward across the plaza to crash through the wall of the Mountain Zone.
Silence.
The rain fell on the shattered plaza. The only sounds were Shigaraki's impotent screams, the hiss of steam from All Might, and Kenjiro's own ragged breathing.
The Symbol of Peace stood tall, steam pouring from his body. He turned his head, his grim smile softening just a fraction as he looked at Kenjiro, who was standing over the captured leader of the invasion.
"A brilliant change of strategy, young man," All Might said, his voice a low rumble of approval. "You didn't break the weapon. You targeted the will behind it. Thank you."
From the rubble, Aizawa let out a grunt. "...Reckless... but effective..." There was no denying the grudging respect in his tone.
Kenjiro could only nod, his body trembling with exhaustion and relief.
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The nomu wasn't as fast as mc but it was close, especially since all might was around supersonic - hypersoni i think?. Remember that his more based on the cw and not comic(if it was, the fight would have ended in less than 10 seconds,)