The cast tried to distract themselves from the memory of King Shark devouring a man by focusing on the flashy introduction card and description instead. The words Metapower/Quirk: Shark Mutation caught Midoriya's eyes instantly, and of course, he leaned forward like he always did when quirks—or in this case, "powers"—were being described. He scribbled furiously into his notebook, muttering under his breath about classifications and power categories.
But something else grabbed his attention: the card didn't just say Quirk. It also listed Metapower.
That little detail made the students murmur among themselves until a few looked over to Seven for clarification. Normally, they might've tried to theorize it on their own, but this was different—they didn't even have a base of knowledge to start with.
Seven gave a casual shrug. "In this world, powers aren't called Quirks. They're called Metapowers. And the people who have them? They're called Metahumans."
"That name sounds… a bit random," Battle Fist commented, crossing his arms.
"It's not random," Seven corrected. "It's because in their society, Metahumans are considered a distinct group. The terminology stuck."
The students muttered to themselves, processing that. Dabi, of all people, was the first to speak up, smirking faintly. "You know… 'Metahuman' does sound cooler than Quirk-user. Has more bite to it."
Momo raised her hand politely, her expression thoughtful. "Excuse me… but I find it strange. Even when quirks first appeared in our world, the terminology eventually settled on something that didn't completely separate people with or without powers. Why use a name that draws such a sharp line, as though they are a different species entirely?"
That question made several heads turn toward Seven again. He leaned back, tone light but carrying weight. "That's the complicated part. It's not just about powers—it's about how they're defined in this world. The term 'Metahuman' isn't a pacific term for a group of people like with your quirks. I'm not gonna explain it but when we get to our third project, you'll have a clearer understanding of what it really means to be a Metahuman."
The answer frustrated some of the more curious students—particularly Momo, Melissa, and Midoriya—but they reluctantly accepted that Seven wouldn't say more for now.
On the screen, the scene shifted to the squad stealthily moving through the base. A man fumbled with a bag, only for a cascade of frogs to leap out, startling him so badly that he fell back onto the ground. The view cut to his perspective, where Peacemaker calmly strode into frame. In one smooth motion, he hurled an axe into a soldier behind the fallen man, then hacked the survivor's hand and throat with a machete.
The brutal precision left the students reeling. Most turned their heads or covered their eyes, disturbed by how casually he dispatched them.
Except for one. Toga tilted her head, watching with unsettling fascination. "That cut was… clean. So smooth… I wonder if it was the machete, or just how skilled he is. Maybe when I get better, I should upgrade my knives too."
Nobody answered her. They'd grown used to Toga's muttered comments, but it still sent a chill through some of the students.
Then the scene paused for another flashy introduction card: Christopher Smith a.k.a. Peacemaker.
Present Mic perked up and read it out loud with his usual announcer flair, his voice echoing through the room.
"Christopher Smith, the self-proclaimed Peacemaker! No one loves peace more than him—at least, that's what he claims. Good, evil, monstrous—it doesn't matter. If it's in the name of peace, he'll do it!"
The last line made many of the students frown, some even exchanging uneasy glances. The idea of someone who would justify anything—no matter how horrific—in the name of peace unsettled them more than the violence itself.
And as if to hammer the point home, the card displayed:
Metapower/Quirk: None.
Special Item: Helmet.
It was silent for a while after Peacemaker's card appeared, the air thick with confusion, until a chorus of voices broke it.
"WHAT?!" everyone screamed at once.
Peacemaker himself, on screen, looked perfectly clueless, which only made the reaction stronger.
"Why the fuck is he here?!" Bakugo roared, his voice echoing across the theatre. His hands sparked violently, sweat dripping from his forehead as if he'd just been insulted personally.
"This… this makes no sense," Aizawa muttered, his normally calm tone cracking in disbelief. "Why is someone without a quirk on a mission like this?"
The outburst spread like wildfire. Every student, every pro hero, even some of the villains muttered similar complaints. They couldn't comprehend it. Their entire worldview was built on quirks being the deciding factor — quirks defined power, society, status. And yet here was a man standing alongside monsters and killers, armed with nothing but a helmet and skill.
Seven finally had to step in before the noise spiraled further. "Alright," he said flatly, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Calm down."
"Calm down?!" Dust Man snapped, eyes narrowing. "How could we, when there's a quirkless villain on an important mission like this?"
Seven's sigh carried both annoyance and something darker. "Every time I hear this nonsense from your world, it irritates me. You're all morons."
That made the theatre bristle with tension. Dozens of eyes narrowed, teachers straightened in their seats, and students froze, unsure if they'd just been insulted directly.
"Quirkless people… useless? Incapable of being heroes or villains?" Seven's words dripped with disdain. "If your world was even slightly different, maybe I'd understand the prejudice. But when your quirks are such pathetic, half-baked powers — when 90% of them are useless at the start — none of you have the right to call anyone powerless."
Bakugo surged to his feet, sparks flying, ready to shout back — but Seven didn't let him. His words cut straight through.
"Most of you could be taken down by a normal person with a gun. Tail Boy?" He gestured sharply at Ojiro. "All you have is a tail. Bang. You're dead. Koda? You talk to animals. Bang. Dead. Yaoyorozu? You could beat the man with a gun — but your creation speed and reaction time aren't fast enough to stop a bullet. Bang. You're dead too."
The students froze, horror etching itself onto their faces. They had never thought about it like this — their quirks compared against something so… mundane. And yet, hearing it out loud, they couldn't deny the terrifying truth behind it. Even a few in Class B glanced down at their own hands, suddenly doubting themselves.
Some of the pro heroes leaned forward, ready to object, but Seven cut them off before they could get a word out.
"Let's not just talk about the kids. Let's talk about you." His eyes scanned the teachers. "Midnight. A simple gas mask makes your quirk worthless. You're dead. Miss Joke — cover your ears or face a deaf opponent? Worthless. Dead. Aizawa—" Seven smirked, his tone sharper now. "You're dead too."
The room went still. Even Aizawa's tired eyes flickered with unease, though his face betrayed nothing.
"And the worst one here?" Seven's gaze landed on Snipe.
Snipe stiffened, genuinely caught off guard. "What are you—?"
"Your quirk enhances your aim. That's it. There are people in your world with similar quirks, but none of them — including you — are the best marksman alive. The best? She doesn't have a quirk. He's just a woman with a gun. You're nothing special. Just another guy with a firearm. And compared to their world?" Seven leaned forward, his voice almost taunting. "Peacemaker is a deadlier marksman than Lady Nagant herself… and he isn't even the best in his own universe."
The words hit like bullets. Everyone froze, stunned into silence.
Snipe's head dropped slightly, his hand tightening around the brim of his hat. He'd known, deep down, that his gift didn't make him untouchable — but hearing it thrown so bluntly, so cruelly, tore through him.
Seven wasn't done. His gaze shifted, hard and deliberate. "And don't think I forgot about you," he said, pointing at Endeavor and All Might.
Bakugo stood up his palms parking ready to explode Are you seriously going to spit some bullshit? A quirkless man could never challenge me — or All Might."
Seven's smirk turned sharp. "Your quirk gives you enhanced durability, sure. But there are guns in Peacemaker's world that could put you down. A headshot from him? You'd be dead before the palm of your hands sparkles as for endeavour end All Might…" He paused, and some of the students leaned in, desperate for reassurance. "…to be fair, no ordinary man could kill him."
Some of the younger students exhaled in relief. But then Seven's eyes glinted with something darker.
"…but not every man is ordinary. There are extraordinary people without powers who will take down giants. You'll see them soon enough."
He gave them an evil smirk, one that made the room fall completely silent again.
The students were still shaken, their nerves raw. Seven's earlier words had destroyed many of their hopes — especially those with weaker quirks. They looked pale, discouraged, some even trembling. The teachers were already racking their brains for ways to console them later, but right now they knew silence was the only option.
Shigaraki, meanwhile, didn't seem shaken at all. His grin was crooked, calm, almost cruel. He had always known quirks could be meaningless, and Seven's brutal honesty only confirmed what he believed about the fragility of society. On the other side, Endeavor wasn't shaken either, but for a different reason. With his long career and experience, he already understood that quirks weren't the be-all and end-all. Guns, knives, explosives, strategy — he had fought assassins and criminals who had none of those gifts and still gave heroes trouble. But the idea that some quirkless people could actually take down him or even All Might? That left a sour taste in his mouth. He didn't like it, but he knew better than to underestimate anyone.
The movie continued.
On screen, a soldier crept up behind Peacemaker — only to be shot in the head before he could even aim. Another man in the woods dropped dead an instant later, a bullet tearing through him. The camera shifted, revealing Bloodsport standing steady, his strange wrist-mounted weapon still smoking. He moved with practiced efficiency, his weapon transforming seamlessly to meet each new threat.
The students gasped at the sight of the modular gun shifting shape.
"What the hell… is that his quirk?" Midoriya whispered to himself, analyzing even now.
"It doesn't look like a quirk," Melissa said quickly, her eyes narrowing as the weapon shifted again. "That's technology. But… way more advanced than what we have. His entire loadout is beyond anything I've ever seen."
On screen, another soldier rushed him with a knife. Bloodsport parried with brutal precision, then shot the man point-blank. He and Peacemaker immediately started taunting each other, trading mocking gestures even in the middle of the bloodshed.
Some of the students turned their faces away, closing their eyes in disgust at the gore. Others, like Kirishima and Kaminari, let out nervous chuckles, finding the childish gestures strangely funny — anything to help them forget Seven's earlier words.
Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Idiots," he muttered at the display, both at the squad and at his students for laughing.
Then the screen cut again, and Bloodsport's introduction card appeared.
Present Mic immediately snapped back into his announcer mode, voice booming.
"Name: Robert DuBois, a.k.a. Bloodsport! Metapower — none! Special Item — shapeshifting weapons!"
The audience froze. The second member of the team without a quirk.
The revelation didn't hit them the same way it had with Peacemaker. Earlier, they had been outraged, unable to comprehend how someone quirkless could be here. But after seeing Bloodsport in action, after watching him mow down trained soldiers with terrifying efficiency, the mood shifted. The shenanigans between him and Peacemaker might have been laughable, but the image of soldiers collapsing with every shot hadn't left their minds.
"This… this isn't a quirk," Melissa finally said, her voice hushed. "Those are weapons. Pure technology."
She quickly raised her hand. "Excuse me, Seven?"
He nodded for her to speak.
"You said this is around the time when quirks — sorry, metapowers — first started appearing. But if that's true, then… how could they already have technology like this? It doesn't match the era at all."
Everyone turned to Seven, curious.
"Well," Seven said with a small shrug, "even though this takes place around the same time period, a lot of things are different. Not just the locations — but the level of technology too. Their world developed in other ways. It's much more advanced than yours… though by how much, you'll find out later."
Melissa sat back, still chewing on the thought, while the others returned their eyes to the screen, unsettled but intrigued.