[So I added a new mechanic to Kaito: It is in the 7th one in drawbacks and features in the auxiliary chapter.]
USJ was a battlefield now. Villains clashed with my classmates, some holding their own, others barely managing to keep up. I caught glimpses of explosions—Bakugo tearing through his enemies. His animalistic behavior was apparent, but props to him. Todoroki, encasing an entire group in ice.
I landed near the main plaza, my feet skidding against the ground. The scene before me was worse than I expected.
Aizawa was getting the beatdown of his life, he was barely evading the bulk of them attacking him.
"Kirishima!" I shouted.
Kirishima turned at the sound of my voice, his arms already hardened as he clashed with a brute of a villain. His eyes widened when he saw me.
"Kaito! You good, man?" he shouted back, dodging a punch and countering with a hardened fist to the villain's gut.
"I'm fine! Help Aizawa!" I ordered, pointing toward our teacher, who was barely holding on. His capture weapon was torn, his breathing labored, and blood dripped down his temple. Despite that, his eyes remained sharp, darting between enemies as he erased quirks when he could.
Kirishima hesitated, glancing at me. "What about you?"
"I'll handle myself! Go!"
Gritting his teeth, he nodded and rushed toward Aizawa, slamming into a villain with full force. That left me with my own problem—the villain was approaching me now. A tall, muscular guy with jagged scars across his face.
"Heh, you look fun," the villain sneered, cracking his knuckles. "Think you can handle me, kid?"
"Just shut up." I disabled the law of reflexes.
The effect was immediate. The villain's smirk faltered as his body failed to react. His attempt to step forward turned into an awkward stumble, his hands barely rising before he realized something was off.
"Hah?!" His eyes widened in confusion. "What the hell—?"
I didn't give him time to figure it out. I closed the distance and slammed a fist straight into his gut. He didn't even try to block. My punch landed clean, sending him reeling backward, gasping for air.
I followed up with a sweep to his legs. Normally, instinct would have kicked in—he'd have adjusted, caught himself, braced for impact. But with no reflexes? He crashed hard onto his back, the wind knocked out of him.
"You bastard—!" he snarled, trying to push himself up, but his movements were sluggish, uncoordinated. It was almost pathetic.
Then, I disabled nerve signals, and the villain's body went limp instantly. His arms, mid-struggle to push himself up, collapsed to the ground. His legs twitched but refused to obey. Panic overtook his face as he realized what had happened.
"You feel that? You feel anything?" I asked him.
"W-what did you do?" He questioned, his voice shaking.
I raised my leg and kicked him in the gut, my foot sinking deep into his torso. His body didn't even react properly—no tensing, no flinching, just a muted grunt as the force sent him skidding across the ground like a ragdoll.
His mouth opened as if to curse at me, but I didn't let him. With one final punch to his chin, his head snapped to the side, and his eyes rolled back. Unconscious.
I stood there, scanning the area. Aizawa and Kirishima were fighting together, and the rest of the class were divided, each in various zones. Where is the main guy? I thought as I looked at the far corner of this zone, a pale guy, like the one they told me about.
I frowned. In the corner of my eye, I saw Kirishima just about to be stabbed with a knife.
I moved before I could think. I broke the conservation of momentum, and the second the villain stopped, THUD, he fell down to the ground as a result of my punch.
Kirishima turned, blinking at the downed villain. "That was you, huh?"
"Yeah. Watch your back." I kept moving, scanning the battlefield.
The pale guy was still staring at me. Still smiling.
Something felt off. His posture was relaxed—too relaxed for someone in the middle of this chaos. He wasn't even reacting to the fighting around him.
Then, a deep, guttural growl rumbled from behind him.
A massive, hulking figure stepped into view. Muscles stacked on muscles, skin stitched together like a patchwork monster. Its eyes locked onto Aizawa, then me.
"Kill him, leave the boy alone." I read his lips as he talked to the monster, what?
I had no time to process what the pale guy meant. The monster—the thing—lurched forward, its unnatural speed defying its size. It moved toward Aizawa with a single-minded purpose, like a machine following orders.
I clenched my fists. I couldn't take my eyes off that thing, but right now, I had my own problems. More villains flooded in, drawn to the chaos like sharks to blood.
"Focus up, Kirishima!" I barked, cracking my knuckles. "We're not done yet!"
"Right there with you!" he shouted back, slamming his hardened fist into a thug's face, sending him flying.
A group of them rushed me. I disabled friction beneath my feet, gliding across the battlefield with unnatural speed. Before they could react, I was already in their space.
And before I could attack them, I saw yellow electricity arc across the battlefield, striking down multiple villains in an instant. Kaminari. He stood with his pointer fingers raised, grinning—until his expression suddenly went blank, and his body slumped into his usual short-circuit stance.
"Ugh… stupid limit," he muttered before his face went full-on derp mode. I sighed.
Kirishima was tearing through them beside me, his hardened form shrugging off every hit. He tackled a villain to the ground and stomped another down before they could get up.
Aizawa wasn't slowing down either. Even injured, he was a storm of precise strikes and quirk erasure. Every time he looked at an enemy, their quirk failed them, and he capitalized with brutal efficiency.
Another villain tried to sneak up on me. I disabled muscle coordination. He collapsed mid-step, face-first into the ground.
We pushed forward, cutting through the swarm of enemies. Villains hit the ground left and right, unable to keep up with us.
Then, just as we finished off another wave, I turned back toward the main threat—toward Aizawa—just in time to see the monster reach him.
No. I quickly got into the range of ten metres, when I disabled kinetic energy again.
The monster's momentum died instantly. One moment, it was a blur of muscle and speed; the next, it was frozen mid-step, like a statue. It crashed face-first into the ground, the sheer weight of its body creating a crater on impact.
Aizawa staggered back, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His quirk had been doing overtime, and his body was paying for it.
I wasn't movie hero, I wasn't going to wait until it got up, and with durability gone, I punched into the monster at full force.
The impact was instant—flesh and bone gave way like wet paper. My fist tore through its torso, sinking in with a sickening crunch.
Then—BOOM.
The monster burst apart in a gruesome explosion of meat and viscera, its massive frame shredded from the sheer force. Chunks of bloodied muscle and shattered bone soared outward, splattering across the battlefield.
or a moment, nothing moved. Even the villains nearby froze, eyes wide with pure shock.
Then, as if reality finally caught up, screams.
Some ran. Others stood there, gaping in horror. Even Kirishima, tough as he was, had taken a step back, his face twisted in disbelief.
I exhaled slowly, my fist still clenched, drenched in gore.
"What the hell?!" A villain screamed as he fell, staggering as he looked at the remains of that thing.
I turned my gaze back toward the pale guy.
His grin was gone.
His eyes were wide. His mouth was slightly open. His entire body was frozen.
Like he had just watched something impossible.
Like his entire understanding of this battle had just shattered.
I could see it in his trembling hands. The way his fingers twitched, how his breath hitched.
He took an instinctive step back, his mind struggling to process what had just happened.
"N-No way…" His voice was barely a whisper. His hands rose slightly like he was trying to grasp the reality of what he just saw. "That… That wasn't supposed to happen."
The battlefield had gone quiet.
Everyone—villains, heroes, even my classmates—had stopped.
They all saw it.
"No… no, no, no…" he muttered, shaking his head. "That's not how this was supposed to go."
"Shigaraki, we better go now." I heard a man near the pale guy, Shigaraki, say.
Then, suddenly, a large warped portal appeared near every villain, and then the next second. Gone. Everyone.
I looked at my hands as a weird feeling crept to my mind.
The silence stretched for what felt like forever. Only the distant sound of flickering flames and the groans of injured villains remained.
I looked down at my hands. Blood. Not mine. The monster's. Or whatever that thing was. My fingers trembled slightly. It wasn't just blood—it was chunks of something else, something I didn't want to think about.
That weird feeling crept up my spine. A weight settled in my chest.
That… that was too much.
I had fought before. I had hurt people before. But this time, I didn't just knock it out or disable it. I turned it into something unrecognizable.
I clenched my fists, pushing down the unease. Now wasn't the time to be shaken.
"Kaito," I heard Aizawa call me.
"It was just following orders, sir. It didn't have life, and it was trying to kill everyone around here."
Aizawa stared at me, his bloodshot eyes unreadable.
The others hadn't spoken yet. My classmates and the remaining conscious villains were still processing what just happened.
I didn't flinch under Aizawa's gaze. I had to keep my stance. The thing was a monster—a thing made to kill, not a person. And I had done what was necessary.
"You saved us all, Kaito. But what I'm concerned about is how much power you hold."
USJ was still quiet. No one spoke. No one moved. I wiped off the blood from my fist, shaking it off.
Just then, All Might arrived. Breaking into USJ from the top.
Then, his gaze landed on me.
I could see the brief flicker of confusion in his expression. He had expected chaos. A battle. But instead, what he saw was something far more… unsettling.
His eyes drifted toward the crater, the shredded remains of the Nomu.
A second of silence stretched between us.
Then, he spoke.
"What happened here?"
Aizawa looked at All Might. "Villains attacked us. A warp user took them all away before you got here."
"K-... We barely defeated that monster that is lying in the crater with all our efforts." Aizawa said as I looked at him, my eyes wide.
I understood why he did that, it was to save me from the Hero Public Safety Commission.
"The students?" he asked.
"Mostly unharmed," Aizawa responded, though the exhaustion in his voice was evident. His body was barely holding together. "Some injuries, but considering what we were up against… we got lucky."
All Might nodded, but his eyes lingered on me again. I stood my ground, my hands still coated in the remnants of what used to be the Nomu. I could see the questions forming in his mind.
But then, his smile returned. Not his real one—the forced, reassuring one meant to keep people from panicking. "I'm glad you all made it through. I'll stay until the authorities arrive. You did well holding out."
He wasn't going to press the issue in front of the students. Not now.
Aizawa shot me a glance, one I understood immediately: Stay quiet. Play along.
I exhaled and stepped back as my classmates slowly gathered.
The authorities arrived not long after All Might, sweeping through the facility with practiced efficiency. Pro heroes flooded the area—Snipe, Cementoss, Midnight, even Endeavor. They moved with precision, securing the injured, assessing the damage.
I saw paramedics rush toward Aizawa first. The man barely stood, his body battered, but he waved them off until he was sure everyone else was being treated first.
The others were gathered near the entrance. My classmates looked shaken, some more than others.
I then looked at Toru, who was bruised a bit, but I put on a light smile for her.
Toru blinked—at least, I think she did. Her head tilted slightly, and after a second, she raised a hand and waved at me. It was small and subtle, but I caught it.
Aizawa was still getting checked over by the paramedics. He shot me another glance, his expression unreadable. But I got the message loud and clear—keep quiet, don't draw attention.
So I did.
The pros were sweeping the area, rounding up any villains who were still conscious enough to be detained. Some were in complete shock, others were barely able to move. The authorities were trying to make sense of the scene—especially the crater where the monster used to be.
No unnecessary movements, no sudden reactions. Just let them handle the cleanup. I had already done enough. More than enough.
The remaining students and staff were gathered near the entrance of USJ. The authorities had taken full control of the area, with police officers securing the premises while paramedics treated the injured.
A man stepped forward—Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi, a familiar face in law enforcement. He was a well-known ally of the heroes, often assisting with high-profile investigations.
"Students," he addressed us, his voice calm but firm. "You have all been through an extremely dangerous and unprecedented attack. The police and Pro Heroes will be conducting a full investigation into this incident." His gaze swept over us, taking in our injuries, the shaken expressions, and the general exhaustion.
He continued, "From what we've gathered so far, this attack was orchestrated by an organized villain group. Their leader, now identified as Tomura Shigaraki, fled before we could apprehend him. However, rest assured that we will not let this go unanswered. The authorities, along with U.A. staff, will take every necessary measure to ensure your safety."
Some students exchanged uneasy glances. The reality of what had happened was sinking in.
Tsukauchi then turned toward Aizawa, still visibly battered but standing tall. "Eraserhead, we'll need detailed reports from you and the staff. The students will also undergo a debriefing to confirm the events. However, we want to emphasize that your safety is our top priority."
All Might stepped forward then. "Young heroes, you fought bravely today. Your teamwork, determination, and courage were remarkable. But we cannot let our guard down. This attack proves that our enemies are not afraid to target you, which means we must be stronger, smarter, and more united than ever."
He paused for a moment before finishing, "U.A. will not be shaken by this attack. Instead, we will rise even higher. PLUS ULTRA!"
The students were escorted out of USJ in groups, each taken aside by the police for individual questioning. The goal was to gather as much information as possible while ensuring everyone's well-being.
Toru sat near me, waiting for her turn. She shifted slightly, looking at me before whispering, "That was… intense."
"Yeah," I replied, keeping my voice low.
"You okay?"
I hesitated for a second before nodding. "Yeah. Just… a lot to process."
She didn't push further, just gave a small nod.
Eventually, my turn came. I was led to a quiet area where Tsukauchi sat across from me, his usual calm demeanor in place. A notepad was on the table in front of him.
"Kaito, right? Heard you're a very promising kid. I better see you become a top hero. what do you say?" he asked, smiling.
I nodded.
"I'll keep this brief. We just need your account of what happened during the attack. Anything you remember—movements, strategies, the villains' actions. Anything unusual."
I kept my responses measured, sticking to what Aizawa wanted—just enough to help the investigation without drawing too much attention.
"The villains were organized but reckless," I said. "Their leader, Shigaraki, seemed… frustrated, seemingly wanting to kill All Might."
Tsukauchi nodded, taking notes. "And the… creature? The Nomu?"
I glanced at Aizawa, who was nearby, speaking to another officer. His posture didn't change, but I knew he was listening.
"We fought it together," I answered carefully. "It was strong. Faster than it should've been. Almost like a weapon."
Tsukauchi's pen stopped briefly. "A weapon?"
"Yeah. It didn't act like a person. It didn't hesitate. Just followed orders. Like it was made for this."
A long pause. Then, a slow nod. "That matches what we've gathered so far. This wasn't just some villain with a Quirk. It was something more."
He closed his notepad. "Thank you, Kaito. If we need more details, we'll reach out."
I nodded, standing up from my seat. As I turned to leave, Tsukauchi spoke again.
"Kaito."
I stopped, glancing back.
"One last thing," he said, his expression unreadable. "You mentioned that the Nomu was built for this. If that's true… do you think there are more?"
"It's possible," I admitted. "It felt… manufactured. If someone made one, they could make more."
Tsukauchi sighed, rubbing his temple. "That's what I was afraid of."
I didn't say anything else. I just turned and walked back to where my classmates were gathered.
Toru nudged me lightly with her elbow. "Hey."
I blinked. "Yeah?"
"You look like you're overthinking something," she said. "And after what just happened, I don't blame you."
I forced a small smile. "Just… wondering what comes next."
"Yeah," she murmured, her voice quiet. "Me too."
Before I could respond, Aizawa walked up to me. He was still bandaged, but his posture was firm.
"Listen up," he said, addressing all of us. "The police are finishing their investigation here. You're all going back to U.A. for now. You'll be debriefed further if needed, but otherwise, focus on recovering."
He looked at me briefly before continuing. "Go home. Rest. This isn't over."
With that, we were escorted to the buses waiting outside USJ.
"Kaito," I heard Kaminari call me along with Kirishima.
"What?"
"That was brutal... but totally manly, dude," Kirishima told me, low-key excited.
I let out a breath, shaking my head. "Not sure if 'manly' is the word for it."
Kirishima grinned, slapping my back. "C'mon, dude. You took that thing down like it was nothing! That was insane!"
Kaminari nodded, though there was an edge to his usual enthusiasm. "Yeah, man, I mean—what was that thing?"
"I need to find out about them, I heard them say to not attack me, to that monster. Like they know about me or they need me for something?"
Kaminari's expression shifted, his usual carefree demeanor replaced by something more serious. "Wait… they told it not to attack you? That's… weird, right?"
Kirishima frowned. "Yeah. I mean, that thing was tearing through everyone. Why would they hold it back from going after you?"
I exhaled, my mind racing. "I don't know. But it wasn't just some random decision. Shigaraki was sure of it. Like he had orders."
Toru, who had been listening quietly, spoke up. "Could it be your Quirk? Maybe they were afraid of what you could do to it?"
That was a possibility. But something didn't sit right. If they feared my Quirk, why even bring that monster in the first place? Why not just avoid me altogether?
I clenched my fists. "Either way, I need to figure out why."