The air in the USJ was thick, suffocating....bla.bla.bla.... behemoth...aura farming...or used to.
"-ATTACK THE FUCKER WHILE HE'S MID-FUCKIN-TRANSFORMATION!"
The scream tore through the chaos, raw and jagged. It came from the girl who had become a singular, throbbing migraine for the League of Villains. Riko, a girl who had already tasted death once today, was back on her feet and, for lack of better words, was pissed... unfortunately, the outlet for all that anger was Behemoth. The beast who, unfortunately, lacked the higher cognitive functions to express his frustration at being targeted....so it simply responded with a roar of frustration.
The command acted like a lightning rod. The scattered students of Class 1-A, who only moments ago had been drowning in despair, suddenly found their footing. The fear didn't vanish, but it was redirected...channelled into a singular, desperate offensive.
"Tanks, clear the way!" tokoyami voice cracked over the din.
They moved as a desperate, multi-limbed organism. Sato, his muscles bulging from a sugar-rush that pushed his heart rate to dangerous levels, stepped into the front line alongside Shoji and Tokoyami. As the Behemoth sensed the incoming surge, its skin rippled, and dozens of jagged, ivory spikes erupted from its pores like harpoons.
Thwip-thwip-thwip!
The air was filled with flying bone, but the vanguard was ready. Shoji's multiple arms moved in a blur, catching and snapping the smaller projectiles. Sato met a massive, six-foot spear head-on, shattering it with a guttural punch that sent shards of calcium flying. Dark Shadow became a sweeping scythe of obsidian light, batting away the spikes with a predatory hiss.
"Now, the long-range team! Open fire!"
Following the lead of the heavy hitters, the rest of the class opened up. Todoroki unleashed a pillar of frost to stabilize the ground, followed immediately by a torrent of flame to create a thermal shock. Mina Ashido skated forward on trails of acid, flinging globs of corrosive fluid that hissed against the Behemoth's exposed, pulsing muscle. From the rear, Aoyama and the others provided a covering fire of lasers and projectiles, turning the plaza into a kaleidoscope of light.
And leading the charge, fueled by a cocktail of adrenaline and pure spite, was Riko.
She moved with a jagged, unnatural speed, her tattered hero costume fluttering like a battle-worn flag. She didn't just dodge the incoming spikes; she used them. As a bone-spear tore through the air toward her, she pivoted, caught the broken end of a previously shattered spike, and hurled it back with enough kinetic force to detonate the newly emerging thorns before they could fully leave the Behemoth's body.
The field of bones was quickly engulfed in a maelstrom of dust and smoke. Visibility dropped to nearly zero, the air turning grey and opaque. The students were a swarm of hornets, distracting the titan as it attempted to undergo its final, devastating evolution.
But in the heart of that grey haze, everyone missed the shadow.
A small, nearly invisible wisp of black-and-purple mist swirled silently behind Riko. It didn't leave any sounds; it appeared as a ghost in the midst of battle. From the centre of that mist, a familiar, pale hand emerged. It moved with the slow, deliberate grace of a predator that found its prey.
The hand soon found its mark. The fingers, long and thin, coiled around Riko's throat like a snake.
"RIKO, WATCH OUT!"
Bakugo's scream was a jagged sound, filled with panic. He had been the first to notice, but he was too far away, his own momentum carrying him away from her as he cleared a path through the debris.
The shout acted like a pause button on the entire battlefield. The students froze, their hearts hammering against their ribs. The dust parted just enough to reveal the nightmare: Shigaraki Tomura was standing directly behind Riko, his eyes glowing with a hateful, obsessive light behind the severed hand masking his face.
"This little rebellion ends here," Shigaraki rasped, his voice a dry, rattling wheeze that seemed to suck the warmth out of the air. "With you gone... the rest will finally fall in line"
He didn't wait. He didn't monologue. He simply snapped his fifth finger down the thumb, locking in the kill-stroke.
Bakugo's breath hitched. Todoroki's fire sputtered out. Bob stood frozen. They all watched, paralyzed, in sickening horror, waiting for the gruesome sight of Riko's flesh flaking away into grey ash. They waited for her to crumble into nothingness, for her scream to be cut short by the ultimate decay.
They waited.
And they waited.
Riko stood there, her eyes wide, her neck firmly in Shigaraki's grasp.
...Nothing happened.
A second passed. Then two. The "Disintegration" that should have unmade her simply refused to manifest.
For a brief, absurd moment, everyone was stunned. Shigaraki squeezed harder, his fingers digging into her muscle, his Quirk screaming in his mind to activate, but the air remained stagnant. Riko, the students, and even the Behemoth seemed to pause in confusion. It was a glitch in the villain's grand design, a moment of awkward silence that felt like a lifetime.
Shigaraki's triumphant grin twitched and then died. He wrenched his head around, his gaze darting toward the USJ entrance with a surge of pure, unadulterated loathing.
"THAT DAMN ERASERHEAD!" he shrieked, his voice cracking.
That's when the students saw him.
Near the entrance, propped up against a jagged slab of concrete and supported by the trembling hands of Momo and Uraraka, stood Shota Aizawa. He was a wreck; his face was a mask of drying blood, and his body looked like it had been put through a meat grinder. But his eyes, those burning, bloodshot red eyes, were wide open, locked onto Shigaraki with a gaze that refused to blink. (author - the humble farmer is back baby)
The Erasure was holding. Even at death's door, their teacher was refusing to let them fall.
Shigaraki's outburst was cut short by a voice that sounded like grinding stones.
"Oi."
The villain's head snapped back toward Riko. She was looking him dead in the eye, her lips curling into a bloody, feral smirk.
"Aren't you forgetting something, you crusty bastard?"
Before Shigaraki could even process the words, Riko moved. She didn't pull away, she leaned in. With a guttural grunt, she delivered a Spartan kick directly into Shigaraki's solar plexus. A perfect K.O.
The impact sent the villain flying backwards, his grip on her throat finally breaking as he was launched through the very mist-gate he had crawled out of.
The immediate threat was neutralised, and for a split second, the students allowed themselves a single, ragged breath of relief. But the Behemoth wasn't interested in their respite. Sensing the attention had returned to it, the monster let out a final, earth-shaking roar, and the air around it began to shimmer with a terrifying, incandescent heat.
The fight was far from over.
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(author - Now call it a hunch, but I had a feeling if I end this chapter here, I'd be soon hunted down....so.....enjoy)
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The ground beneath the students' feet suddenly turned into a forest of death. Thousands of bone-white spikes erupted from the concrete, a jagged sea of bone spikes intended to impale anything with a heartbeat. Yet, for the likes of Bakugo and Todoroki, this was merely another obstacle in a day defined by them.
"Out of my way, you overgrown hedgehog!" Bakugo screamed, using the concussive force of his blasts to propel himself into the air, soaring above the field of thorns. Todoroki was right beside him, sliding on a self-generated rail of frost that he simultaneously melted with his left side to create a blinding shroud of steam.
The Behemoth was a creature designed for massacre, but even its synthetic, hollow mind understood a shift in the hierarchy: for the first time in its short, violent existence, it was the one being hunted. The air around it had become a localised furnace, a swirling vortex of nitrogen-fueled explosions and Red-hot flames.
Fearing for its life, the beast enacted a final, desperate protocol of preservation. It let out a low-frequency screech that rattled the very foundations of the facility. Its flesh rippled, and from every pore, a dense, calcium-rich fluid erupted, hardening instantly upon contact with the air. Within seconds, a jagged, ivory cocoon had formed....a sphere-like shell of unbreakable bone.
Bakugo and Todoroki hammered against it, fire and light splashing harmlessly off the calcified surface. The cocoon was a fortress, providing the Behemoth with the one thing it needed to finish its evolution: Time.
"Damn it! Damn it! DAMN IT!" Bakugo's voice was a jagged wreck. His muscles were screaming, the recoil from his explosions sending jolts of agony up his shoulders. He had passed his limit ten minutes ago. He looked at his shaking palms, the sweat pooling in his gauntlets. He knew that attempting another AP Shot, a blast concentrated enough to pierce that armor, might leave him with permanent nerve damage.
He looked at the cocoon. He looked at Riko and the others closing in. With a bitter, feral determination, he braced his feet and pulled his arms into position. He would break his own body if it meant cracking that shell.
But before he could pull the trigger, a blur of green and white tore through the smoke.
A figure everyone thought was incapacitated launched himself into the sky. Izuku Midoriya was a wreck. His hero suit was shredded, and his arms were a mess of Sero's tape and makeshift splints provided by Momo. He looked like he belonged in a trauma ward, not a battlefield. Yet his eyes told a different story...they glowed with a terrifying, emerald light that pushed back the shadows of doubt.
As he descended, the sheer pressure of One For All manifested as a physical gale. The tapes snapped. The splints splintered.
"UNITED STATES OF... SMAAAAASSSSHHH!"
The impact was not a sound; it was a physical weight. The shockwave blew the smoke out of the dome entirely. The "unbreakable" cocoon didn't just crack...it burst. Shards of bone flew like shrapnel as the Behemoth was finally exposed, caught in the middle of a gruesome transformation, its skin pale and raw, a pulsing map of red veins and glowing nerves.
"NOW!" Midoriya screamed, falling back toward the ground as his arm went limp and purple.
Riko didn't need to be told; she was already ready. Sero, perched on a distant spike, fired his tapes, looping them around Riko's waist and swinging her like a human catapult. She flew through the air, clutching a jagged, broken spike she had scavenged from the floor. She closed the gap in a heartbeat, slamming the spike deep into the Behemoth's exposed, pulsing chest.
"Drink this, you bastard!" Riko roared.
She planted her feet on the beast's ribcage and began to pour every ounce of her energy into the spike. The Behemoth, realising its predicament, tried to do what it was built for: it tried to assimilate the incoming torrent, attempting to eat the energy to fuel its evolution.
The clash created a localized plasma storm. Arcs of neon-yellow and blood-red current lashed out, liquefying the ground.
"FALL BACK!" Todoroki shouted, grabbing a dazed Midoriya and sprinting.
The students scrambled to the edges of the plaza, shielding their eyes.
"GO RIKO!" Mina Ashido screamed, tears streaming down her pink cheeks. "KILL IT! BLOW THAT THING TO HELL!"
Bakugo didn't move. He stood at the edge of the blast zone, his eyes reflecting the lightning. "Don't you dare lose to this thing, Riko! If you die here, I'll kill you myself!"
The battle had become a war of attrition. Riko's teeth were grinding so hard they threatened to shatter. The Behemoth was screaming with pure, unadulterated fear. A beast of science was meeting a force of nature it couldn't compete with. It was reaching its saturation point. Its skin began to glow a sickly, incandescent white.
In a final act of animalistic defiance, the Behemoth lunged. It didn't use its claws; it opened its massive, multi-hinged jaw and bit down.
Hard.
The sound of teeth meeting bone echoed through the dome. The Behemoth's jaws clamped shut on Riko's arm...the very arm she was using to funnel the energy.
"RIKO!" the class screamed in unison.
The sudden agony broke her concentration.
The energy flow flickered.
Riko looked down at her arm, buried deep in the monster's throat, blood spraying from the wound. She looked at the Behemoth's eyes. They were cold, mocking, thinking they had found the kill switch.
Riko let out a wet, raspy laugh.
"You bastard..." she coughed, blood bubbling at her lips. "You thought the spike was the weapon? Bastard, if you had held on for two more minutes, the spike would have just collapsed. It was just a gamble."
Her eyes flared with a light so bright it looked like stars were exploding in her skull.
"But you just did me a favour. You just served yourself onto a platter. You want to eat? Fine. Eat. The only thing in this world capable of holding 100% of my output..." she leaned in, her voice a whisper of promised death, "...is my own fucking skeleton, BITCH!"
Riko didn't pull away. She pushed in. With a guttural scream, she wrenched her arm, ripping her own flesh and bone through the Behemoth's teeth, leaving the severed, glowing fragments of her own radius and ulna lodged deep inside the monster's gullet.
"DIE, FUCKFACE!"
The Behemoth, sensing its end, let out a final, spiteful roar. It released every ounce of its own stored evolution energy in a massive discharge. Riko kicked off the beast's chest, propelling herself backwards. She watched the swirling red currents of the Behemoth's final act collide with her own neon-yellow detonation.
Her last thought was a dazed, fading whisper: Ahh fuck... that lazy ass ROB... it went the same as in Invincibl-
The world went white.
A massive, hemispherical explosion consumed the Behemoth. It wasn't fire; it was an expansion of pure, pressurized energy that disintegrated everything within a fifteen-foot radius. The spike forest was levelled. The shockwave hit the students like a physical wall, throwing them further back as a massive mushroom cloud of dust rose toward the ceiling.
From the edge of the warp gate, Shigaraki Tomura stood frozen. He watched the light fade, his hand hovering near his own neck. The Behemoth, his masterpiece, was gone.
"Damn..." Shigaraki whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of rage and genuine awe. "That crazy girl... she actually did it."
The dust began to settle, revealing a crater where the beast had once stood. In its place was a scorched, charcoal-black skeleton....the remains of a god that had been unmade.
"Kurogiri," Shigaraki said, his tone suddenly flat.
The purple mist swirled around him. He stepped into the shadows but paused. He looked back at the settling clouds, his eyes searching the wreckage.
"...Riko was it....Don't you dare die now," he muttered into the darkness. "I hope to meet you again."
He vanished. The gate collapsed. The USJ fell into a deafening silence, broken only by the crackle of dying embers and the distant, approaching sirens of the pro-heroes.
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Thank you, people its been a wonderful journey...bla,bla,bla
The story ends.
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hehehe, had to try it once....anyway, the USJ arc has ended finally, won't lie I tried to milk it to the best of my abilities, that said I do have plans for future, some good shit, although I'm in an impasse as to decide.....how to ship Riko and Bakugo's mom without my door being slammed open.
The upcoming updates can be random... especially during April...though feel free to motivate me through your comments and review....love them, also throw'em stones too if you would.
Your darling Bob.