The scene cut to the squad reaching a small clearing. Bloodsport looked around the terrain, checking sight lines and cover before speaking. He told the team they would rest here and continue toward the city by nightfall.
"That's actually a good call," Aizawa muttered from his seat, his tired eyes shifting toward his students. His tone wasn't praise—it was a reminder. "Camping like this isn't glamorous, but it's one of the few practical ways to rest during a mission."
A few of the kids shifted uncomfortably, especially those who already looked disgusted at the idea of sleeping outside. Aizawa noticed, and the corners of his mouth twitched into a grin that was just a little too sharp. "I think the next time we have a training camp, you'll all be sleeping in the woods. No more cabins."
His words earned a visible shiver from both Class 1-A and 1-B. Even Vlad King raised an eyebrow, as if wondering if Aizawa was actually serious.
Back on the screen, the squad was shown sleeping. Bloodsport stirred awake when he heard faint movement. He sat up quietly, watching Polka-Dot Man rise and shuffle away toward the bushes. In the dim light, his body looked horrifying—the glowing lumps on his skin seemed ready to burst, making him look like he was about to explode.
"Oh my God," Mina whispered, hugging her arms close. "How the hell did he end up like that?"
Several other students were just as horrified, their eyes locked on his condition.
The screen followed Polka-Dot Man as he disappeared behind the trees, just out of view. A strange rainbow glow flashed faintly in the distance. Moments later, he returned, his skin clear again, the lumps gone as if they had never been there.
Confusion swept through the theater. "What just happened?" Jirou asked, brows furrowed.
A low, steady voice cut through the uncertainty. All For One. He leaned forward, his tone calm but heavy. "This is the nature of his power. A storage-type ability. He accumulates energy, but like all containers, he has a limit. When that limit is reached, he must release it."
The students glanced at each other, surprised by how clear the explanation was. A few even muttered a quiet "wow" under their breath.
"I've never heard of a power like that before," one of the students whispered.
"That's because most who are born with powers like this are already dead," All For One said coldly.
That made the room tense instantly.
When a quirk constantly absorbs energy without activation, without any ability to stop it, the user eventually has to release that energy. And if the only way to release it is through destructive blasts or other dangerous means, then they have no choice but to unleash it.
But society doesn't tolerate that. Using your quirk outside your home is forbidden without a license. And since most awaken their quirks at around four years old, they have to wait ten years before they can even apply for one. Parents won't wait ten years while their home is being destroyed day after day. Unless they are extremely wealthy, they abandon the child.
At that point, those children either die… or they survive long enough to become villains."
His words silenced everyone. Even the League wasn't smirking. The heroes sat stiffly, unable to fire back, because deep down, they all knew he wasn't lying.
You're lying there is no way this is actually happened before Midori screamed
No Fat Gum said. His normally jovial expression was replaced by a tight, pained look. His hand clenched into a fist on his knee. Finally, he spoke quietly, his voice rough.
"My brother…" he said, drawing a few surprised looks. "He had something like that. A collection-type quirk, but destructive. While I store fat, he stored energy through breathing. Every few hours, he had to release it. And every release shattered part of our home. The walls, the furniture… everything."
He exhaled slowly, eyes darkened. "Our parents couldn't handle it. One day, they just kicked him out. I never found out what happened to him after that. And I never heard of any villain with a power like his."
The unspoken truth settled in. Everyone understood what he meant: his brother didn't survive.
The students were still rattled from All For One's earlier explanation, but he seemed perfectly content, sitting smugly. For him, this film wasn't just entertainment—it was a weapon. Every twisted truth he revealed chipped away at the young heroes' faith in their own society, and he relished in their silence.
Back on the screen, Bloodsport stirred awake and noticed movement. When he turned, he saw King Shark looming over Ratcatcher, trying to eat her like she was nothing more than a sandwich.
The theater erupted.
The kids screamed, and the students shouted in panic. Even the villains blinked in surprise—most of them had expected King Shark to be dangerous, but not in such a clumsy, horrifyingly casual way.
Before anyone in the audience could process, Bloodsport reacted fast. He pulled his weapon and opened fire, each shot forcing King Shark back until the massive creature slammed into a tree.
Ratcatcher, groggy and confused, sat up and complained that she had been having a nice dream—only for Peacemaker to jab, "Was it about you being eaten by King Shark?" Ratcatcher denied it, insisting King Shark wouldn't try such a thing. But then her rat, Sebastian, squeaked insistently in confirmation.
"You bastard!" Ratcatcher shouted, pulling out her glowing staff. In an instant, rats swarmed out of nowhere, filling the screen.
The reaction inside the theater was chaos.
Aizawa immediately buried his face in his scarf, bracing himself.
And then it came—
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
Both Koda and Present Mic screamed in unison, so loud that even without Mic's quirk, everyone's ears rang painfully.
Students groaned, some clutching their ears, while Aizawa let out the deepest sigh of disappointment yet. "Unbelievable…" he muttered.
Back on the screen, Bloodsport panicked, squealing and twisting away, trying not to touch the tide of rats rushing around him. He begged Ratcatcher to call them off, revealing—reluctantly—that he had a phobia. Ratcatcher stared at him, dumbfounded. " And You're in a team with me!"
The theater went dead silent for a beat. Then Bakugo barked in disbelief, "You're telling me this badass assassin is afraid of RATS?!" Similar comments erupted across the rows.
But amidst the mockery, Koda and Present Mic actually looked… relieved. Both of them had always felt small for their fear of rats, but seeing someone as intimidating as Bloodsport share the same phobia? It made them feel just a little bit better.
Back on the screen, as Bloodsport panicked and tried to hold his ground against the wave of rats, the camera shifted back to the monitoring room. One of Waller's agents leaned in and told her about Bloodsport's fear of rats.
The entire cast leaned forward, curious about how she'd respond. Waller raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. "He has a phobia of rats?" she asked.
Bloodsport's voice came through the comms, sharp and irritated: "I'm an assassin. Why would I ever tell anyone about this?"
That line made several students murmur in agreement. Even some heroes had to admit — it was a fair point.
"This is ridiculous," Endeavor snapped, clearly fed up. "Weasel not being able to swim, now this? They put a rat-phobic man with a rat controller? Utter incompetence."
Hawks gave him a sideways look. "Not this time. A phobia isn't like swimming — you can test that. But you can't test for someone's deepest fear unless you see it play out like this. There's no way they could've known."
Seven finally chimed in, confirming Hawks' point. "Exactly. You could've caught the Weasel thing ahead of time, no excuse there. But this? Phobias don't come up in normal tests. Either someone admits it, or they get exposed in the field."
The heroes sat back, some grudgingly accepting the explanation. The students, though, were still buzzing in disbelief that someone as intimidating as Bloodsport could be terrified of something as small as rats.
The heroes sat back, some grudgingly accepting the explanation. The students, though, were still buzzing in disbelief that someone as intimidating as Bloodsport could be terrified of something as small as rats.
Back on the screen, Sebastian tried to be friendly with Bloodsport, but it only freaked him out more. Bloodsport yelled for the rats to get away, and Ratcatcher reluctantly complied, calling them back. The audience chuckled a little when Peacemaker smirked and asked if they should just kill King Shark.
Some of the girls who had found King Shark cute earlier wanted to say no immediately, but the memory of him nearly eating Ratcatcher silenced them. They exchanged awkward glances, torn between sympathy and fear.
Then Waller's voice came through, firm and cold: No. He's the strongest member of your team. You need him.
That caught the audience off guard.
"The strongest?" Bakugo scoffed loudly. "That's natural bullshit. Bloodsport literally just took him down!"
Best Jeanist adjusted his collar calmly. "No, he didn't defeat him. Look carefully. None of Bloodsport's shots actually left a mark. No wounds, no bruises. King Shark wasn't really hurt."
Aizawa nodded in agreement. "Exactly. He only got knocked back because of poor posture when he lunged in. That wasn't weakness—it was positioning."
The two pro heroes' explanations silenced Bakugo, and several students realized how wrong their first impression had been. Their eyes widened at the thought: King Shark really was that tough.
Back on the screen, Bloodsport asked how they could function as a team if they had to constantly worry about being eaten. Ratcatcher leaned against King Shark and gently asked him if he would eat his friends. His sad answer—he didn't have any—made her pause. Then she told him they were his friends now.
The audience collectively froze, staring at her.
"Is she being serious? Just… trusting him like that?" Dust Man sneered, his voice dripping disbelief.
Dabi tilted his head, smirking faintly. "Yeah. Staying in prison that long must've rotted her brain."
"No…" Spinner interrupted, arms crossed but voice calmer. "I think that was genuine. She really meant it."
"King Shark is adorable and cool, and he looks trustworthy!" Toga chimed in, hugging her knees with a dreamy smile.
"I think we could trust him too," Twice added enthusiastically. "…and then he'll eat us all," he finished with a nervous laugh.
Mr. Compress, however, sat silently with his arms folded. He didn't voice a thought, but it was clear he was watching the interaction carefully.
On the screen, King Shark and Ratcatcher shook hands, the shark's massive fin engulfing her smaller hand. Bloodsport muttered under his breath, calling her an idiot for trusting him, which earned a few chuckles from the audience.
The film then cut to later. In the monitoring room, one of Waller's agents suddenly sat up straighter, his eyes locked on a feed. "I'm so good at my job," he muttered proudly before calling for Waller.
Cementoss leaned forward slightly, already suspicious. "He's found someone," he whispered under his breath. "But who…?"
Endeavor's lips curled into a grim smile, a spark of recognition flashing across his eyes.
On the screen, Waller called the team and informed them of Flag's situation and that he'd been captured. Bloodsport asked about the second team and why no one had been told earlier. Waller's cold reply was that knowing wasn't relevant until now.
Wood's voice broke the silence in the theater. "So… Bloodsport already knows Flag from a past mission. Makes sense."
"That would explain it," death arms muttered. "Flag seemed close to Harley too—so he must've been leading and babysitting this team more than once."
Back on the screen, Waller told the squad to kill any soldier they came across because they were all considered dangerous. That order made the students and many of the heroes shift uncomfortably in their seats. Even if they understood how important this mission was, the thought of being ordered to kill on sight left a bitter taste. They tried to rationalize it: these were soldiers, people trained and signed up to risk their lives for their country. But still, killing them without hesitation… that wasn't something any of them were ready to accept so easily.
Some of the younger students clenched their fists, trying to suppress their unease. Even some of the pros found themselves shifting uncomfortably. Heroes are taught to neutralize threats, not execute them. They reminded themselves to keep their eyes on the bigger picture—this mission must be important if Waller was pushing it this far.
The screen then cut to the squad creeping along the edge of the base through the woods. Bloodsport checked his device, scanning the area and confirming their position. That was when Peacemaker casually remarked about "the smell of blood in the morning."
That single line unsettled the entire audience. Even though Seven had already explained Peacemaker's nature and why he ended up in prison, hearing him say it out loud in such a casual tone was different. A few students who had found him amusing earlier—like Phantom Thief, Real Steel, Kirishima, and Chargebolt—looked down, disappointed. They had enjoyed laughing at his humor, but this felt… wrong.
Ratcatcher looked at Peacemaker sharply and asked why he was even called "Peacemaker" when he spoke like that. He simply responded with chilling conviction: "I cherish peace with all my heart. I don't care how many men, women, and children I need to kill to get it."
The weight of his words froze the entire theatre. Jaws dropped. Students stared in disbelief. Heroes looked appalled. And All Might—All Might couldn't even speak. His anger was visible in the tightness of his jaw and the way his hands shook slightly. The very essence of peace, twisted and corrupted into something so violent, so hollow… it enraged him beyond words.
The villains, however, leaned forward. They had thought Peacemaker was simply another hired killer, but this philosophy intrigued them. It wasn't their kind of villainy—it was something alien to them, and some even despised it—but they couldn't deny its weight.
The silence was broken only when the movie showed two men on screen who didn't look like regular soldiers. A few of the sharper minds in the audience grew suspicious, but their thoughts were cut short when the scene shifted again.
The screen followed one of the "soldiers" as he stepped away, unknowingly passing King Shark. The massive creature crept silently from the shadows, looming closer until he pounced, wrapping his jaws around the man. Before the poor soldier could even scream, King Shark bit down and swallowed him whole.
The theatre went deathly quiet. No one moved, no one breathed. The gruesome sight shocked everyone so much that their instinct to scream was suppressed. The silence was only broken when the colors on the screen shifted slightly and King Shark's name card appeared, introducing him officially.
That finally snapped Present Mic out of his stunned state. Falling back on instinct, he began reading the card out loud:
"King Shark. If you're terrified of sea creatures, too bad. The most fearsome predator of the seas has grown legs, and now he walks among us. He can eat you in an instant and overpower you like nothing. He is the unstoppable shark. Don't take him for a joke—he's the most dangerous shark around."
"Metapower/Quirk: Shark Mutation.