The rain poured endlessly,as if it were the last day the clouds would ever answer the cries of the earth.But it was more than just rain—it was a signal.
A sign of an ending.An ending no one dared to name.An ending no one even dared to speak of.
The King of Japan's underworld.Once a Hero—now no different from a murderer.His name was Ryujin Kazuma.And from this day forward, no one would remember him as a student of U.A. ever again.
There was no warning siren this time.Only the roar of a heavy machine gun unloading onto All For One.Bullets tore through the air like a starving swarm,but AFO stood calmly beneath his barrier,cold and untouchable, like a god without trace.
The pressure of his hand released soundless devastation,waves of compressed air surging outward with surgical precision.Explosions tore skyward.
Ryujin evaded—barely.Air itself seemed to want to drag him into hell,but he lived.He survived like a stray dog refusing to die,like a beast cornered yet unbroken.
He knew.There was only one way—he had to close the distance.
He read the flow of air from AFO's arm,like listening to the final breath before death.Nothing else on that battlefield dared move.This was no ordinary clash—it was a decision carved in blood.
Ryujin fired again,hurling grenades in defiance,spitting contempt at the so-called king of the sky.
But AFO only floated above,circling like a predator savoring its prey trapped in a cage.That smile—twisted, hollow—said everything:he was enjoying this.
And then hope shattered again.
A violent shockwave slammed into Ryujin,hurling him back into the ruins of a collapsed building,as if the world itself had reached its doomsday.
Those watching felt pity for the man,and terror for the demon who stood above him.
Everyone outside the barrier clawed desperately to break it—but it was useless.
Even the forces of The Thumb arrived,hurling everything they had against the walls to save their master,but the barrier stood—unyielding,like a diamond coffin sealed shut.
Momo: "No! Ryo!"All Might: "No… young Kazuma!"Classmates: "No… Kazuma…"
But none could cross.The barrier was an execution ground,a grave carved into the heart of the battlefield.
AFO turned toward them,a grin warped like the skull of a forgotten saint.
AFO: "It's meaningless… Heroes."
Hope itself fractured at his words.
All Might's power waned.Blood filled his throat as he coughed,his strength slipping away.He was fading.Drained.Worthless.
All For One towered over the arena,a giant cloaked in darkness,his presence like a myth of destruction made flesh—a machine built only for the end.
On the other side—
Ryujin.His shirt torn to rags.Nothing left but wounds.Eyes burning like a man who hadn't eaten in days,feral and unyielding.
At that moment,Japan itself began to lose hope.The Symbol of Peace could no longer stand.The people below were powerless.
Shock and despair weren't enough anymore.The nation stood frozen,unable to describe the weight of what they witnessed.
The people of Japan, watching online, widened their eyes in disbelief at the impossible scene unfolding.They clung desperately to fading hope, praying this nightmare was nothing more than an illusion.
Within Ryujin's fading consciousness—came the stench of rotting corpses left to decay from wars long past.Bodies piled high like rotting timber.The faint smoke of burned flesh still lingered.In those shadows lived only war… and death.
Ryujin walked barefoot through the ruins.He did not speak.He did not pray.He asked nothing from heaven.His only prayers were scars—slashes, bruises, welts burned into a body that no longer belonged to the world of the living.
He stared at All For One in silence.And the villain's rasping voice, corroded like rust on steel, broke the stillness:
AFO: "Well, well… I didn't think you'd rise again."
Ryujin stood unmoving beneath the rain.His eyes were like those of a corpse refusing to die.And finally he answered,
Ryujin: "I came here to drag your carcass to hell."
Then, without hesitation, he opened the Shop one final time.This time he knew exactly what to buy:
Quirk purchased: Body of TNT.
A one-time-use Quirk.Its blast radius left nothing alive within one hundred meters.
The purchase confirmed, Ryujin launched forward like a bullet.No more hesitation.He knew what had to be done.
AFO struck again with compressed air,but this time it was different.
Ryujin used everything he had—everything except EGO.If he used that, it would consume him whole.
Clones burst from his body.Each one carried the same purpose:to be his shield.
AFO unleashed countless Quirks to kill him,but the clones threw themselves in front of the attacks.Each one died in his place,discarded bodies littering the battlefield like broken dolls.
Still, Ryujin pressed forward.Gunfire.Grenades.Step by step, closing the gap.
AFO grimaced.He knew—close combat was his weakness.
At last, Ryujin forced him to fight seriously.AFO's arm twisted, grotesque and swollen,a mass of flesh threatening to burst.
All of Japan watched in horror.They stared at a devil incarnate.Fear consumed them.Hope crumbled.
AFO gathered air so dense,the very earth quaked beneath its pressure.It was a strike that could shatter mountains.
Ryujin did not flinch.He charged, clones at his side,each one ready to die with him.
The blast hit—and ten bodies vanished at once.
The screen shook.The world outside screamed.Ryujin's body was gone.
No trace left.No corpse.Nothing.
Momo: "RYO!!"Mina: "No!!"Toga: "No—NO!!"Others: "This can't be real!""He's gone?! Not even a body?!""Monster…"
But then—
AFO: "Ha! I didn't think it'd be this easy—"
SHUNK!
A knife plunged into his back.Ryujin clung to him like a shadow,his final gambit succeeding.
Before the counterstrike could come,he activated his last card: EGO: Dimension Shredder.It worked—but at a price.His power drained rapidly,burning away his very life.
He whispered like a true demon,his voice crawling into AFO's ear.
Ryujin: "Hey… I'm close enough now."
AFO: "What… are you planning with those explosives?"
Ryujin: "I told you. I'm dragging you with me."
He had purchased C4.Grenades.Explosives strapped to his chest.Even some swallowed, hidden inside his body.
Ryujin activated Body of TNT.His laughter roared louder than the storm:
Ryujin: "SEE YOU IN HELL!!! HAHAHAHA!!!"
Seconds later—
Momo: "RYO!!!!"
BOOOOM!!!
The explosion thundered like a miniature nuclear warhead.The barrier shattered instantly.AFO raised another shield—too late.The blast consumed them both.
The shockwave leveled the battlefield.Heroes were thrown back,civilians scattered like leaves in a storm.
Hero: "Hold on!!"
He grabbed at others, pulling them from the air.
When the smoke cleared—heroes and police rushed in.
They froze in disbelief.All For One's body was torn apart,gaping wounds across his torso,an arm missing entirely.Yes—he had survived by shielding himself at the last second.But he was broken.His breaths were shallow, fading.
They turned to look for Ryujin.But there was nothing.No body.No remains.He had vanished with the blast.
And the rain fell again,this time like tears from the heavens themselves.
Momo regained her senses,sprinting toward the ruins,desperate to find him.But there was nothing.No trace.
Her mind broke.She wept uncontrollably.Others wept with her.
For their friend.Their comrade.Their lover.Their shield.
Ryujin Kazuma was gone.
But the world would never forget him.Because from that day on,they would remember him as nothing less than—
a Hero.
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Inside a pale white room, dimly lit,a man jolted awake from slumber.Cold sweat seeped from his hairline as he panted,like someone just ripped out of a nightmare.
Outside, silence reigned.Only the faint, mechanical rhythm of a heart monitor filled the air—chilling, sterile.He glanced left, then right, trying to grasp the emptiness of this place.The fluorescent lights bore down on his bodylike the artificial glow of a false sun.
He realized instantly—this was a hospital.
A hoarse whisper escaped his throat,as though his voice hadn't been used in years.
??? : "…Wait… I'm not dead?…"
The words dissolved into the air,as fragile as dust caught in a breath.
Slowly, he pushed himself up from the bare hospital bed,his feet pressing against the cold floor.Step by step, he made his way to the window.His trembling hand grasped the curtainand pulled it aside.
The city he knew so well stretched out before him.People walked the streets, ordinary, unremarkable—as if quirks had never existed in this world at all.
??? : "…All of that… was just a dream?"