When the four arrived at the simulated city, the place looked just as they remembered it—a sprawling dome built to mirror the chaos of a real urban battlefield. Crumbled buildings, flickering streetlights, shattered glass glinting beneath the artificial sun. It was quiet, unnervingly so, the kind of silence that only existed before something big happened.
They stood at the entrance for a moment, taking in the vastness of the place. Then Mewtwo's voice echoed calmly in their minds, his telepathy cutting through the silence.
'Mirio, we shouldn't separate, but we need reconnaissance. If we don't spread out, we'll never find them. We don't even know how many villains there are—or if we're supposed to catch only the one with the electric Quirk, or all of them.'
Mirio crossed his arms, confident. "Don't worry, I won't slow you guys down. I'm way faster now!"
But that wasn't the answer Mewtwo was looking for. His telepathic tone turned sharp.
'I already know that. What I need to know is—can you survive a fall from high altitude?'
Mirio blinked, processing. "Uh… I think so, if I activate my Quirk just in time?"
'Say no more. Don't resist.'
Before Mirio could ask what he meant, Mewtwo flicked his wrist—and suddenly Mirio was flung skyward in a blur of light and wind.
"Wha—HEY!" he yelled, spinning upward like a launched projectile.
From above, the entire city unfolded beneath him. Dozens of blocks, alleys, and buildings stretched out in every direction—perfect terrain for ambushes, and impossible to search all at once. For a brief second, he hovered at the peak of his ascent and couldn't help but feel a flash of envy. Everyone else could fly.
Still, that wasn't going to stop him.
Mirio scanned the streets from above, eyes narrowing as he searched for movement. There were shadows everywhere, but none that stood out. It could be anywhere.
As he began to fall, a sudden force caught him midair, halting his descent.
Telekinesis.
Mewtwo's voice entered his mind again.
'Good instincts. You spotted something?'
"Maybe," Mirio called out, twisting midair as Mewtwo, Nejire, and Tamaki appeared beside him, floating effortlessly.
"I think they'll stick to the more crowded areas. Easy to blend in, harder to track. That's my hunch," Mirio said.
"Ne~ considering we're glowing targets up here," Nejire chimed in, her tone bright and teasing, "I think they already saw us. Why don't we just land?"
The others exchanged a glance and nodded. In the next moment, all four descended—fast and clean—landing in perfect sync. Cracks splintered beneath their boots.
Mewtwo didn't waste a second. He extended one arm, eyes glowing faint blue as a psychic pulse spread from his body. The entire area trembled faintly—his telekinesis sweeping across every corner of the district, scanning for life.
Nothing.
Not a single presence within range.
Unless…
'Guys,' his voice reached them again, calm but tense, 'cover me for a moment. I think I can find them, but I'll be vulnerable while I focus.'
"Ne, Rai~ is it even necessary to ask?" Nejire laughed, already floating beside him, her energy humming like static in the air.
Mewtwo smiled faintly, his eyes closing.
He pushed deeper—his mind expanding outward, his telekinesis fanning through the entire dome like invisible smoke. Every fragment of dust, every vibration in the metal beams above, every heartbeat.
For a moment, nothing. Then—there.
A faint pulse of life, far away. One person, two, three and finally four. On the upper floor of a half-collapsed building.
Barely detectable.
If it weren't for Mewtwo's psychic reach, they never would have found it.
'Got them,' he murmured, eyes snapping open, glowing brighter than before. 'Top floor, east sector. They're trying to stay hidden.'
Suddenly his senses picked something else.
' there's another group a the other sife of the city, they are eight in total, four in each side, all of them are with high guard, and foe the looks of it, they are real students'
Mewtwo sat perfectly still in midair, legs crossed, eyes closed, his aura faintly pulsing like a heartbeat. His telekinesis stretched across the simulated city in every direction—not moving objects, not touching them—just listening, like sonar. Every flicker of life was a note in the symphony of the city's silence.
"Eight?" Mirio's voice broke through the quiet, eyes wide. "That's a lot! So we're fighting two each if we want to win? Wait—are they from the upper years?"
"Ne~ you think we can win?" Nejire asked, her usual spark returning to her tone, eyes gleaming like stars.
"W-what if we surrender?" Tamaki muttered, half serious, half terrified.
Mewtwo's lips curved in a calm, almost kind smile. His mental voice reached them, steady and warm.
'We can't surrender. And yes—they're all upper years. None of them are from our course or 2-B. I doubt U.A. would throw first years into this—it'd be unfair to them.'
Each of them reacted differently. Mirio grinned like he'd been waiting for this kind of challenge all week. Nejire's energy spiked with excitement. Tamaki's shoulders slumped, visibly regretting every decision that led him there. Mewtwo even had to extend a gentle psychic hold to stop him from quietly walking away.
"Hahahaha, sounds fun! So… do we split up?" Mirio said, already cracking his knuckles.
Objectively, they should've stayed together. Ambushing in pairs would be smarter—they had the upper hand, after all. Mewtwo had pinpointed the enemy locations; they could've struck with precision.
But before Nejire could even suggest it, both Mirio and Mewtwo spoke—at the exact same time.
"Tamaki, with me!" Mirio declared.
'Nejire, with me.' Mewtwo's thought followed, perfectly calm.
And just like that, both pairs launched off in opposite directions.
No planning. No strategy. Just pure instinct.
A teacher watching from afar might've called it reckless—borderline stupid—but both Mewtwo and Mirio were thinking the same thing: every game so far had been hard, yes, but fair. This one would be no different.
A one-versus-two was tough, but not impossible.
And Mewtwo… he was confident. Deadly confident.
As for Mirio and Tamaki? Together, they were a force of nature. Even Mewtwo knew taking on those two at once would be a nightmare.
And Nejire? She was pure overkill—if she was his partner, this fight wouldn't just be winnable. It'd be short.
Only one problem lingered in Mewtwo's mind: destruction.
They were playing heroes, after all. Too much force, and they could level an entire block.
Mewtwo soared toward the enemy sector, his form blurring into a streak of violet light. Nejire followed close behind, a shimmering trail of blue energy spiraling from her hands.
'You're just going to crash in there, aren't you?' Nejire's voice chimed in his head, half teasing, half exasperated.
'Yes.'
She sighed audibly, charging energy in her palms. "Of course you are…"
A second later, Mewtwo slammed into the building.
The reinforced glass shattered like paper. Metal beams groaned. The upper-year students inside barely had time to register what they were seeing—something enormous and alien-looking hovering in the broken window, eyes glowing a fierce violet.
For a split second, they froze. Then instinct kicked in.
"Enemy!" someone shouted.
The room erupted in chaos.
A student with bone-white tentacles erupted them from his back, firing sharpened spines like bullets. Another transformed his hair into a giant spiked mass of steel and hurled it forward. A third extended both hands, firing a barrage of high-pressure water blasts that tore through desks and walls.
And finally, one of them—their presumed leader—shifted his form into a humanoid lizard wreathed in electricity, lightning crackling across his scales as he lunged straight for the intruder.
The combined assault hit all at once—explosions, sparks, shockwaves—dust swallowing the room whole.
But when the haze cleared…
Mewtwo hadn't moved.
He floated inside a translucent sphere of psychic energy, not a scratch on him. The air rippled faintly around the barrier, distorting the light. Every projectile had been stopped midair, frozen in place like insects trapped in amber.
The upper-years' eyes widened in disbelief.
Mewtwo opened his eyes slowly, the blue glow deepening to violet.
Barrier.
Before Mewtwo—or anyone else—could react, Nejire burst into the room like a streak of blue light.
She slipped through the same hole Mewtwo had blown in the wall, twirling midair with a dancer's precision. Her momentum built into a glowing spiral, and in an instant, she unleashed two consecutive kicks, each charged with her energy.
The first connected squarely with the student whose hair had turned into a spiked metal ball—
the second hit the one sprouting tentacles from his back.
Both attacks landed cleanly, the impacts echoing like thunder.
The two upper-year students were launched out through another window, glass shattering around them as their bodies disappeared into the open air.
'I'll leave you the main villain this time,' Nejire's cheerful voice rang in Mewtwo's mind as she followed after them, already streaking into the sky to finish the job.
Mewtwo's lips twitched faintly in amusement. Now, only two remained—the water manipulator and the electric lizard.
And out of the two, he didn't underestimate either. The electric user was dangerous, yes, but the one with the water bullets… he was the tricky one. That kind of precision could disrupt his rhythm if he got careless.
Even among U.A. students, those in the upper years were no joke. They were nearing pro-hero level—strong, disciplined, and fast. One mistake could cost him.
Mewtwo's body began to glow.
Once. Twice.
Agility.
Calm Mind.
The first move came fast—so fast it almost blurred. The lizard boy shot forward, lightning crackling around him as he vanished from sight. At the same moment, a barrage of high-pressure water bullets ripped through the air from the opposite side.
Both attacks struck at once—only to collide harmlessly against Mewtwo's shimmering barrier. The water ricocheted in all directions, and the lizard was forced to dodge his partner's assault to avoid being hit himself.
Their eyes met for a split second—just long enough for Mewtwo to act.
The psychic barrier vanished in an instant.
And then Mewtwo was gone.
In a flash, he reappeared between them. A pulse of psychic energy burst from his body—
Psyshock.
The air rippled like a quake. The student with the water bullets was blasted off his feet, slammed into the wall hard enough to crack the concrete.
But the lightning user reacted instantly. Electricity surged through his body, his tail glowing white-hot as he spun midair and counterattacked.
Mewtwo met him head-on. His tail gleamed silver as he swung it with precision.
Iron Tail.
The two blows collided—lightning against steel—sending shockwaves through the room. Sparks flew across the floor. For a moment, they seemed evenly matched, until Mewtwo's sheer strength overwhelmed the lizard's momentum and sent him flying backward through the window.
Glass shattered. A thunderous impact followed outside.
But before Mewtwo could even lower his guard, he felt it—something behind him.
A faint flicker of motion.
The water-user had recovered faster than expected. He was already aiming again, trembling but determined, one arm raised as dozens of tiny spheres of pressurized water formed at his fingertips.
Instead of turning, Mewtwo made a choice.
He stood still.
And then—he closed his eyes.
His telekinesis expanded outward once again, not as a weapon but as a radar. He could feel every vibration, every ripple in the air, every shift in pressure.
The first bullet fired.
He sidestepped it without looking.
Another followed. Then another.
One, two, three—ten, thirty. Each shot missed by mere centimeters, slicing through the air where he'd just been a heartbeat before.
To the other student, it was unreal. The target wasn't even facing him—yet every shot missed perfectly, like the man could see through space itself.
His concentration broke. His morale shattered. His hand dropped slightly, disbelief replacing confidence.
Mewtwo opened his eyes.
'You fought well.'
A soft violet glow surrounded the student's head.
Confusion.
The boy crumpled instantly, collapsing against the broken wall—unconscious before he hit the floor.
The room fell silent again. Only the sound of distant thunder—Nejire's fight—echoed through the ruined building.
One down.
One to go.