[Sub-quest triggered: Defeat the Four Ninja Turtles.
Reward: One B-rank Lucky Draw.]
The four Ninja Turtles claimed to imitate the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles—similar builds, similar appearances, and those conspicuous bandanas.
Hearing the cold, mechanical voice of the system, Lock looked at them and asked calmly, "So… do you guys also use the same nicknames? Purple Grape and the like?"
"Of course," one of them answered proudly. "We are the reincarnated Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles."
As they spoke, the four turtles quietly spread out, surrounding Lock from all directions.
Lock couldn't help complaining, "But as far as I remember, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles exist to protect their city and fight evil, right? And yet you're calling yourselves super criminals without a shred of shame."
"This is all for the future of the Evolutionaries," the one wearing the blue bandana said coldly. He seemed to be their leader. Raising the twin blades in his hands, his eyes burned with fury. "You are the real evil."
That anger wasn't truly directed at Lock—after all, there was no personal grudge between them. This was their first meeting.
"So it really is the same old conflict again," Lock shook his head lightly. "People whose appearances are altered by Quirks versus so-called normal people."
He had no interest in digging deeper. What mattered to him now was simple—defeat them and get the mission reward.
He also glanced toward the other side. Kurogiri had already begun to move, thick fog spreading out as he prepared to warp Class 1-A and No. 13 to unknown locations.
The area before the emergency exit was effectively split into two battlefields.
"Baroo."
Through telepathy, Lock called his maid over to support No. 13 and the students. Then he turned back to face the four Ninja Turtles.
He needed to finish this quickly—clear the sub-quest, then go support his classmates and Aizawa Shouta.
"God's Feet.
Gale Step.
Steel Wrist Strength.
Armor Power."
Body magic activated in succession.
Several magic circles flared to life around Lock's body.
His gaze sharpened as he stacked every auxiliary spell he had mastered onto himself in a single burst.
"Not good—stop him!"
Blue Thunderbolt's expression changed as he shouted to the others. Red Bean Ice, wearing the red bandana and wielding twin forks, rushed forward first.
Whoosh!
A gust of wind swept past.
Red Bean Ice abruptly halted mid-step.
Lock had vanished from his sight.
The sudden loss of vision made his eyes widen in shock.
"How can—"
Boom!
A dull impact echoed.
Lock reappeared directly behind him and unleashed a rapid double kick against the turtle shell on his back.
The next moment, Red Bean Ice flew backward, tumbling across the ground several times.
"With strength like this, you dare invade a Hero training ground?" Lock said indifferently. "Reborn Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? Don't make me laugh."
He looked down on the remaining three as if they were nothing more than ants.
In truth, he was deliberately provoking them—he still didn't know the full nature of their abilities.
"You bastard!"
"Red Bean Ice!"
Sunkist, wearing the orange bandana, shouted anxiously and rushed over to check on Red Bean Ice. Meanwhile, veins bulged on Blue Thunderbolt's forehead as rage surged through him.
"Ninja Art—Hayate!"
Blue light erupted around Blue Thunderbolt, and his figure vanished in an instant.
"Oh?" Lock's lips curled. "A speed-type Quirk?"
To others, Blue Thunderbolt might have disappeared completely—but thanks to Lock's perception, his movements were clear.
"Ice Blade · Seven Dances!"
Lock placed his hands behind his back. Frost surged forth, and twin ice blades extended from his forearms.
Villains used dual weapons—so he would as well.
Lock attacked first.
The ice blades collided violently with the twin knives in Blue Thunderbolt's hands.
In an instant, sparks burst forth—brilliant, deadly flashes of light.
Knife afterimages flickered faster than the naked eye could follow, the two figures colliding, separating, and colliding again at extreme speed.
The remaining three turtles couldn't even find an opening to intervene.
Only overlapping afterimages could be seen—until one side began to slow.
Blue Thunderbolt.
His condition was miserable.
Wounds covered his body, blood seeping everywhere. Even his supposedly toughest turtle shell was riddled with cuts.
"It seems my speed is higher than yours," Lock said with a confident smile.
Crossing his arms, he delivered the final strike.
Blue Thunderbolt failed to pull his blades back in time.
A bloom of blood erupted from his chest, and he was sent flying backward.
"Blue Thunderbolt!"
This time, it was Purple Grape, wearing the purple bandana, who cried out anxiously and rushed to check his injuries.
"Is this because of the Quirk enhancement drug?" Lock muttered.
He dispelled the ice blades and didn't immediately press the attack.
He could tell—neither Red Bean Ice nor Blue Thunderbolt had taken fatal damage. Blue Thunderbolt's injuries were heavier, especially with the combined cold and blade damage.
An ordinary person would have been finished.
But with Purple Grape's support, Blue Thunderbolt slowly stood back up.
His wounds had healed—only his lips remained pale and blue from the cold.
Even for turtle-type bodies, this level of defense was abnormal.
And these four belonged to the Evolutionary Organization…
Lock shook his head.
No more thinking—he would wipe them all out in one go.
He opened his mouth.
A terrifying heat flickered across his tongue, as if flames were already burning there.
"The Roar of the Dragon!"
Lock slammed his fists together before his mouth.
Majestic magic power erupted.
Violent flames roared forth, tearing through the air and incinerating everything in their path.
With such a wide attack range, the four Ninja Turtles—standing close together—had no time to dodge.
However—
"Purple Grape!"
At the shout, the four turtles instantly shifted formation.
Purple Grape, wielding the long staff, moved to the front. He slammed the staff into the ground, turned his back to the oncoming flames, and withdrew his limbs and head fully into his shell.
The other three did the same, retreating entirely into their shells.
The next instant, turtle shells met dragon fire.
Lock frowned.
The Fire Dragon's Roar split into three streams upon striking Purple Grape's shell. The surface of the shell glowed brighter and brighter, rapidly heating.
Moments later, Purple Grape's shell turned completely fiery red.
And yet—
There was no follow-up.
The roar of Lock's Fire Dragon… had been absorbed by the turtle shell.
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