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Inside the ruined bar, machinery hissed as All For One made his decision.
He did not hesitate.
"Deploy the aerial units,"
He said calmly.
From hidden facilities, several flying Nomu were released, their warped wings tearing through the night sky.
Their orders were simple:
Intercept the prison convoy.
Destroy escorts.
Retrieve Tomura Shigaraki.
Kurogiri was important—but Tomura Shigaraki was irreplaceable.
All For One's fingers curled slightly as he thought.
'I spent years shaping that boy,His hatred. His dependence. His belief.'
Even a one percent chance was enough.
He would not let that investment be wasted.
Unaware that his information which he came up with was flawed, All For One leaned back, confident as he murmured.
"They will assume a rescue attempt, They will react… exactly where I want them to."
Elsewhere...
Rudra stood alone in a secure room, still wearing his Ra-One hero costume.
The noise of USJ cleanup felt distant now—irrelevant.
In his hands was a sealed report, freshly delivered by All Might himself.
The cover bore the name of the police chief who had quietly helped make all this possible:
Kenji Tsuragamae.
Rudra flipped it open.
Inside—Autopsy breakdowns. Cellular analyses. Quirk interaction diagrams.
Nomu.
His eyes moved quickly, absorbing everything.
Subject Analysis:
• Multiple layered quirks artificially fused
• Shock absorption / vibration nullification confirmed
• Regeneration dependent on neural integrity
• Brain destruction = total shutdown
• Signs of forced quirk compatibility failure in mass-produced units
Rudra's jaw tightened reading the report even through he knew.
"So they really are disposable, Mass-produced weapons."
One page caught his attention.
Outside, somewhere in the night sky, wings beat toward an ambush that would never arrive—
While the real chessboard remained hidden from view.
And for the first time in a long while,
All For One was playing blind.
The convoy moved fast.
Armored vehicles. Police escorts. Aerial surveillance.
To anyone watching, it looked like maximum security.
Then the sky split open.
Dark shapes dove from above—flying Nomu, wings tearing through the air with shrill screams.
"CONTACT—!""ABOVE US—!"
Too late.
The first Nomu crashed straight into the lead vehicle, crushing it into the asphalt.
The second ripped open the rear transport like paper.
Shockwaves shattered windows for hundreds of meters.
The convoy descended into chaos.
The Nomu didn't waste time.
They tore through the vehicles, ripping doors off, snapping restraints, dragging prisoners out into the open.
One by one, the captured USJ villains screamed—
Then went silent.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Necks snapped. Bodies crushed. Thrown aside like trash.
The Nomu searched.
No mist. No hand-covered boy.
Nothing. For a brief second, the creatures paused.
Then—They understood. Their mission had failed.
And without hesitation—They eliminated every remaining villain, leaving no witnesses, no loose ends.
Within seconds, the Nomu took to the sky, vanishing into the darkness before backup could arrive.
Minutes Later...
A massive shadow fell over the ruined highway.
"—WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE?!"
Mt. Lady skidded to a stop, eyes wide as she took in the destruction.
Twisted metal. Cratered road. Bodies everywhere.
Another presence landed beside her with a heavy thud.
Long ears. Powerful legs.
Mirko straightened slowly, nostrils flaring.
"…They're all dead,"
Mirko said flatly looking at the scene with a frown.
Mt. Lady swallowed looking at the scene.
"No survivors…? Not even the prisoners?"
Mirko crouched, examining a crushed restraint as she replied.
"…Nope, This wasn't a rescue."
She looked up at the sky, jaw tightening.
"This was a cleanup."
Sirens wailed in the distance as more heroes closed in—but it was already over.
Too clean. Too fast.
The Nomu had come for something that wasn't there.
And in doing so—They had revealed something far more terrifying.
Elsewhere...
Rudra read the incoming report on TV in silence.
"…As expected,"
All For One had moved.
And just confirmed—He was desperate.
And blind. Which made him dangerous.
But also—Predictable.
The real prisoners were safe.
And now the enemy had shown his hand on public.
Next Day...
U.A. High School Entrance...
Morning hadn't even settled properly—Yet the front gates of U.A. were flooded.
Camera vans. Microphones. Reporters shouting over one another.
The moment Class 1-A Students came into view, the noise exploded.
"There they are!"
"Class 1-A—over here!"
"You were at the USJ attack, right?!"
As the students stepped came one by one—and immediately froze.
"...."
"...."
"...."
A wall of cameras surged forward.
"Midoriya-kun! Is it true villains attacked during training?"
"Bakugo! Did you fight them head-on?"
"Did you see All Might in action?!"
"What about Ra-One—how strong is he really?!"
The questions came too fast.
Too loud. Some students panicked.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Others stiffened. Izuku flinched at the sudden attention, shoulders tightening as microphones were shoved toward his face.
"Um—I—I—"
Uraraka stepped instinctively closer to him.
Bakugo snarled while roared at the press in annoyance.
"BACK OFF! EXTRAS!!!"
Iida raised his arms, chopping the air with rigid precision.
"PLEASE MAINTAIN ORDER—THIS IS A SCHOOL—!"
The press didn't care.
"Did the villains even stand a chance?"
"Was this planned by the school?"
"Is Ra-One stronger than All Might?"
That question rippled.
Students exchanged glances.
Images flashed through their minds—Nomu collapsing. Villains screaming.
Red chakras cutting through the battlefield.
Someone swallowed.
-Gulp
"...."
"…They didn't stand a chance,"
A voice murmured before realizing a mic had caught it.
Flash. Flash.
Flash.
Inside the gates, teachers moved quickly.
Aizawa stepped forward, eyes half-lidded but dangerous as he spoke flatly.
"That's enough,"
The air shifted as the reporters hesitated.
Behind him, All Might appeared—smiling, broad, reassuring as his voice boomed.
"Now now! Let's give our students some breathing room!"
Cameras instantly swiveled like a headless chicken.
"All Might—!"
"All Might, a statement!"
"Is Ra-One a new Symbol of Peace? Did he came from America to become your successor."
All Might laughed lightly.
-HAHAHA!!!
"Heroes did what heroes always do, We protected the students. That's all."
"And the villains?"
A reporter pushed his question.
All Might's smile didn't waver.
"They were stopped."
Simple. Final.
No details. No spectacle.
And notably—No Ra-One. As Class 1-A was ushered inside, Izuku glanced back once.
For just a second, he thought he saw a figure on a nearby rooftop—Red eyes.
Then he blinked.
And the figure was gone.
Inside U.A., the gates slammed shut, cutting off the noise.
Meanwhile...
Airport...
Rudra stood near the arrivals gate, coat neatly pressed, posture relaxed—but alert.In his hand was a simple name placard:
JEREMY
This was the final piece.
With a certified quirk-health specialist officially present, the recovery center would no longer be just an idea—it would become legitimate, protected, untouchable.
The arrival board chimed.
Flight landed.
Passengers began to pour out.
Luggage rolled. Languages overlapped. Jet lag mixed with excitement.
Then Rudra spotted him.
Tall. Confident. A rolling suitcase in one hand—And his other hand already busy gesturing animatedly as he chatted up two girls who looked like they'd just come off the same flight.
Jeremy laughed easily, leaning just a little too close, hair still perfect despite the long flight.
"…So yeah, first time in Japan,"
He was saying smoothly.
"Heard the food alone is worth falling in love for."
One of the girls giggled.
-Giggle!
"...."
That's when he noticed the placard.
His eyes locked onto it.
Then onto the man holding it. His face lit up.
"OH—!"
Jeremy abandoned his flirtation instantly, wheeling his luggage over and snapping into an over-the-top salute.
"PROFESSOR RA— I mean—sir!"
He said loudly, grinning from ear to ear.
-Grin
"Reporting for duty!"
Rudra closed his eyes for a second as he sighed.
-Sigh
"…You're still the same,"
While Jeremy laughed.
-Haha
"Hey, consistency is a virtue."
He turned briefly back to the girls, flashing a charming smile.
"Duty calls. Catch you around?"
They laughed again as he walked off.
Rudra shook his head.
"Unbelievable."
"You missed me, professor..."
Jeremy replied cheerfully, falling into step beside him.
"So—Japan, huh? You don't call someone across the ocean unless it's serious."
"It is, We're opening a recovery center. For children with unstable or rejected quirks."
Rudra said as they headed toward the exit.
Jeremy's grin softened—just a little.
"…Good, Then I'm exactly where I should be. I can't say no to you professor."
They stepped out of the airport into the cool morning air.
Ahead of them—Paperwork. Politics. Resistance.
After leaving the airport, Rudra drove straight toward U.A. High School.
The ride took about half an hour.
Jeremy leaned back in the passenger seat, whistling casually while his eyes darted from window to window.
"So this is the U.A., huh?"
He said, peering at the distant campus walls.
"Man… place looks like it could survive an alien invasion."
"That's the idea,"
Rudra replied dryly going with the flow.
As they passed through the main gates, Jeremy's commentary didn't stop.
"Security turrets—nice."
"Wide grounds—good for panic evacuations."
"Oh wow, that building screams 'top ten anime battleground.'"
Rudra ignored him.
"...."
U.A. Campus...
They parked near the faculty area just as the afternoon bell rang.
Rudra checked the time as he spoke.
"I have Class 1-A now, You're not sitting in."
Jeremy held up his hands.
"Relax, professor. I'll behave."
At that moment, a very familiar loud voice echoed across the walkway.
"YOOOOO—WELCOME TO U.A. BABYYYY!"
Jeremy blinked stunned by the sudden outburst.
-Blink -Blink
"...."
A man with sunglasses, a headset, and an absurd amount of energy skidded to a stop in front of them.
"YOU MUST BE THE GUY FROM AMERICA!"
He declared, pointing dramatically.
"Name's Present Mic! I'll be your unofficial tour guide, hype man, AND ENTERTAINMENT!"
Jeremy stared then grinned.
-Grin
"…Oh, I like this place already."
Present Mic slung an arm around Jeremy's shoulders immediately.
"C'mon, rockstar! I'll show you the faculty lounge, the studios, AND where we keep the really strong coffee!"
Rudra turned to leave.
"I'll find you after class."
Jeremy snapped another exaggerated salute.
"Don't worry, sir! I'll try not to traumatize anyone!"
Rudra sighed and walked off.
-Sigh
"...."
Class 1-A — Afternoon
Inside the classroom, students buzzed with excitement.
Standing at the front was Midnight, leaning casually against the desk with a playful smile.
"Alright, everyone,"
She said, clapping her hands.
"With the U.A. Festival approaching, it's time to do something important."
She wrote two words on the board:
HERO NAMES
"This isn't just for fun,"
As she continued to explain.
"Agencies will be watching. Internships are on the line. You need a name that represents you."
The class erupted instantly.
"YES! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!"
"My name's gonna be terrifying!"
Rudra stood near the window, arms crossed, observing quietly.
Some students were confident. Some nervous. Some overthinking already.
The classroom buzzed with nervous energy as Midnight leaned against the desk, whip coiled loosely at her side.
"Alright, my precious little sprouts,"
She said with a teasing smile.
"Step up one by one. Say your hero name—and we'll see if it survives."
Rudra stood near the board, arms crossed, silent but attentive.
"...."
Midnight might handle the presentation—but he would judge the weight of the name.
Kirishima shot up first excited to show his hero name which he choose.
"RED RIOT!"
Midnight smiled approvingly is seems it was a good start.
"A classic tribute. Strong, heroic."
Rudra nodded once noting in the slip he had.
"Accepted."
Kirishima beamed grinning.
-Grin
"...."
Ashido bounced up next.
"ALIEN QUEEN!"
Midnight paused looking at the pink girl little awakwardly.
"…Hmm."
Rudra tilted his head slightly.
"Does it represent who you want to become—or how others already see you?"
Ashido deflated a bit like Rudra stepped on her sour spot.
"Ah…"
Midnight tapped her chin.
"Let's revise it later."
Rejected (for now).
Tokoyami stood, shadow looming.
"TSUKUYOMI."
Midnight's eyes lit up.
"Oh my… mysterious and poetic."
Rudra gave a faint smile of approval.
"Your quirk. Your presence. Your discipline. It fits."
Accepted.
Dark Shadow hummed approvingly.
"...."
Yaoyorozu spoke softly.
"CREATION HERO: CREATI."
Midnight nodded warmly.
-Nod
"Elegant."
Rudra added and told her it was a good choice,
"Clear. Professional. Memorable."
Accepted.
Iida adjusted his glasses sharply.
"ENGINE HERO: INGENIUM."
The room fell silent.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Midnight straightened looked at Iida surprised.
"…That name carries responsibility."
Rudra met Iida's eyes in which Iida shivered.
"Do you understand its legacy?"
"I do,"
Iida said firmly this time he looked serious.
A long pause.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Then Rudra nodded while eyeing the boy go back to the seat.
-Nod
"Accepted."
Iida exhaled, relieved for a moment he thought his proposal will be rejected.
Bakugo slammed his hands on the desk.
"KING EXPLOSION MURDER—"
Midnight instantly raised a hand.
"No."
Rudra didn't even look surprised.
-Sigh
"...."
Bakugo snarled and roared angrily he didn't find anything problem with the name he came up with.
"WHAT?!"
Midnight sighed looking at the boy with dead eyes.
"We are not putting 'murder' on merchandise."
Rudra added calmly while tapping his finger on the table,
-Tap -Tap
"A hero name is what civilians shout when they need help. Think again."
Bakugo clicked his tongue furiously.
-Tch
'Tasteless extras...'
Rejected.
Izuku stood last, clutching his notebook, hands trembling slightly he was very nervous as he swallowed.
"...."
"Um… I—I was thinking… DEKU."
The class gasped by his choice.
"...."
"...."
"...."
"WHAT?!"
"That was an insult!"
"Why would you—?!"
Midnight looked surprised by the timed boy before her.
"…Are you sure?"
Izuku nodded, voice shaking but determined.
-Nod
"I want to take it back. Make it mean… someone who can do it."
The room quieted hearing his declaration.
Midnight glanced at Rudra.
"...."
Rudra studied Izuku carefully—the fear, the resolve, the stubborn spark.
"…Names gain power from meaning,"
Rudra said seeing Midnight was not sure what to do with this boy and nodded his head in approval.
-Nod
"If you can carry it—then it becomes yours."
Accepted.
Izuku's eyes widened surprised his proposal was accepted.
"…Thank you."
Closing
Midnight clapped her hands.
-Clap -Clap
"Excellent! Some of you passed, some of you need refinement—but that's hero work!"
The bell rang.
Students relaxed, chatting excitedly about costumes, festivals, and agencies.
Rudra stood near the door, quietly reviewing names as they came in—occasionally nodding, occasionally raising an eyebrow.
Midnight, meanwhile, was already bracing herself.
"...."
Because—She felt it.
Bakugo stomped up, shoving a paper forward with aggressive confidence.
Midnight glanced at it.
"...."
-Blink -Blink
Then blinked. Once. Twice.
"…No."
Bakugo exploded instantly by the rejection. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO?!"
Midnight held the paper up between two fingers.
"'Lord Explosion God Dynamight Murder Emperor Supreme.'"
The class went dead silent.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Rudra slowly pinched the bridge of his nose. While Midnight sighed deeply.
-Sigh
"Bakugo… that's not a hero name. That's a final boss title."
Bakugo snarled not accepting the reason.
"IT SHOWS INTIMIDATION!"
Rudra finally spoke, voice calm but absolute as he said.
"A hero name should inspire people to run toward you, Not file restraining orders."
A few students snorted.
-Snort
Bakugo turned red while folding his arms.
"TCH—!"
Midnight folded the paper neatly and handed it back as she said sweetly.
"Rejected, Try again. And remove at least… half the violence."
Bakugo clicked his tongue and stormed back to his desk, muttering about idiots and weak naming sense.
Students continued submitting names.
Some made last-second changes.
Some nervously rewrote letters.
Some confidently walked out lighter than when they came in.
As the classroom emptied, Midnight stretched as she spoke excitedly.
"Well, that was fun."
Rudra glanced at the rejected slip still clenched in Bakugo's hand as he pointed.
"…He'll get there,"
Midnight smirked while poking at his bisecps.
-Smirk
"Eventually. Preferably without the word 'murder.'"
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