Standing at the highest point in USJ were two figures draped in black clothing.
The first was standing in a laid-back manner, leaning on a railing with his hands tucked in his pockets as he watched the scene unfold before him.
While the second wore a fearsome hat in the shape of a jackal. And resting on his shoulder was a golden polearm with a square tip.
Today was the day Kyle had been preparing for. His fight with Muscular, the dozens of villains he feasted on… it was all for this very moment.
The day the League of Villains would finally reveal themselves. It would be in this very room that All Might clashed with a Nomu for the first time.
He remembered the episode in crisp detail so watching it was like having a front-row seat to a football match you often watched at home.
Carnage was being unleashed in USJ as both villains and heroes engaged in a ferocious clash. Eraser Head was at the forefront of the battle, wearing his way through the villains so fluidly that it made them look like fools.
Behind his mask, his eyes were gleaming red as he erased one Quirk after the next, slowly advancing towards Shigaraki.
With a calm gaze, Cyno observed the area, taking note of everyone present when his eyes landed on a peculiar individual.
"Are you sure you want to fight that thing alone?" he asked, pointing a finger at the Nomu beside Shigaraki.
"It looks pretty strong, and freaky too…"
Kyle nodded, his eyes locked on the beast. "I'm going to use it as practice, all you have to do is observe from up here. You are my backup when something goes wrong…"
Snap!
Eraser Head's luck had finally run out.
His goggles bounced on the floor, sliding a few feet away from him. Blood was dripping from the side of his face, yet his eyes still bore that red glow, his vision locked straight at the Nomu.
Kyle had seen it before… it would only end in a broken shoulder and terrible headache.
'He should be arriving soon as well…'
This world's number one hero.
"I guess it's about time I made my entrance," Kyle said, adjusting his golden mask.
He walked toward the edge of the platform, and then he jumped, freefalling from dozens of feet up.
As his body accelerated down, Kyle closed his eyes and took a deep breath, knowing it would be the last calm moment he would have till the fight ended.
And then he opened his eyes—just as he was about to crash into the ground.
Whooosh!
His body became a blur of black, a mirage too fast for the regular human eye.
No one saw him coming, not the Nomu, not Eraser Head, not Deku. All they saw was darkness and then the explosion that rocked USJ.
Bang!
His fist dug into the belly of the Nomu, sending a shockwave rippling through its entire frame.
The floor cracked on impact, creating a small crater where the Nomu had stood. The Nomu was launched back like a rocket, its body bouncing several times on the floor, digging up concrete and gathering dust.
The wind from Kyle's arrival came a second later, blowing his hair and clothes violently.
When the dust finally settled, the students as well as the villains stared wide-eyed, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed.
Explosive power similar to All Might, flight as well as breathtaking speed.
"Who is he?"
"Did he manage to push that thing back?"
"I've never heard of anyone like him."
Both heroes and villains alike stood confused, each side unsure of how to approach him.
"W-who are you?" Aizawa stuttered, his hand pressed against his bleeding wound.
Kyle didn't answer, instead he grabbed Eraser Head by the scruff of his collar and tossed him right towards the students.
"Tch, keep him away from the fight!" he screamed to Deku.
Just as Eraser Head was launched, his mouth hung open, his brows creased as the Nomu appeared right next to Kyle, both arms raised.
"Nomu!! Crush him!!" Shigaraki screamed from the side, his voice fraught with rage.
The Nomu brought its clasped fists right at Kyle's head with a force enough to crush a mountain.
But Kyle lifted his hands just in time.
BOOOM!!
Another shockwave cut throughout the room, causing the floors to rumble and the wind to whirl like screaming banshees.
Kyle felt his arm quake from the oppressive force of the Nomu's raw strength.
He gritted his teeth and smiled. 'So All Might fought against this monster when injured?'
"Let's see how well I fare!"
He pushed the Nomu's hand to the side and jumped back just as another fist crashed into the floor.
Before it could draw back its arm, Kyle stepped on it.
It took two steps.
He boosted himself from the arm, placed his other foot on its shoulder for leverage just before driving his leg right into the side of its face.
The Nomu's head snapped to the side, the creature staggered but it was just for a second, after which it cracked its neck, turning back to stare at Kyle with its crazed eyes.
It was completely unharmed from the attack.
'Shock absorption huh?'
Kyle cracked his fingers.
"I have something just for that."
His muscles suddenly grew taut just before they began to swell. It was not as big as Muscular would have done it, but it was a noticeable change.
On every single aspect of his body, Kyle strengthened his muscles, feeling raw power surge through him like never before.
Then he smiled darkly, flexing his fingers just before tightening his fist. "Before All Might arrives, let's try to have some fun shall we?"
The ever-silent sentinel gave no answer, not like it could if it wanted to.
It took a step, the ground cracking below its feet and the muscles of its leg contracting, then it lunged.
Moving faster than anything Kyle had ever seen.
Yet he did not wait. Why wait for it to come to him, when he could go to it himself?!
Whoosh!
His feet left the floor as he stormed towards the Nomu like a ballistic missile.
When their fists met, it was as though the building would crumble. Shockwaves thundered like lightning from each blow that landed.
Waves of wind cut through the area, shattering the glass.
The floor caved, traveling the very foundation of the building.
And yet, they were just getting started.
Their arms were moving so fast that it became a blur of motion, both fighters dancing around each other in a lethal clash to prove who was superior.
The superficially enhanced human built to slay the number one hero? Or the undisputed Blood Lord.
The Nomu's fist brushed past Kyle's cheek, leaving a huge cut that sent blood dripping down his face.
Kyle responded with a thunderous kick that for a moment allowed the Nomu to converse with angels.
A blow from the Nomu sent Kyle into the air, but he flipped midair, his feet cutting through the air and diving deep into the Nomu's shoulder with a sickening crunch.
The Nomu screeched in pain and grabbed Kyle by the face.
Its hand was so large that Kyle's head fit perfectly in, its powerful muscles already contracting to turn his handsome face to mush.
But before it could do it, Kyle grabbed its fingers with both hands and ripped them off like they were paper, tearing out a few fingers right from the joints.
Skreeee!
Letting out an infernal shriek, the Nomu jumped back, cradling its shattered hand by its side. For a moment its eyes displayed an emotion no one had expected it was capable of showing.
Fear.
Its blood had spilled on Kyle, crimson drops adorning his golden mask and face.
Kyle took a step toward the Nomu, then he licked the blood right off his lips only to spit it out.
"Disgusting."
Then he stared up at the Nomu and lazily raised the fingers he had in his hands.
A dark smile appeared on his face.
"Oh sorry, did this belong to you?"