Here is today's chapter! Hope you enjoy it!!
BONUS CHAPTER: 1000PS
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The bus came to a stop in front of a massive dome-like structure. The building was massive. It was easily bigger than several football fields combined.
"Wow," Ochaco gasped, her eyes going wide as she looked up at the massive structure. "This place is sooooo huge!"
Just then, the main entrance doors slid open, and a figure walked out towards the class. The person wore a bulky astronaut-like suit, along with a sleek black helmet.
"Everyone!!" a joyfully voice called them out. "I've been waiting for you!!"
Soon, the class registered who they were looking at, as several students smiled with excitement.
"THAT'S THE SPACE HERO, THIRTEEN!!" Ochaco screamed, happy to finally meet her favorite hero.
Izuku immediately jumped in with his facts, pulling out his little booklet, and went on a rant. "She's the hero who specializes in rescue operations! She has rescued thousands of people during her service! Her quirk is incredibly powerful, but she uses it entirely for saving lives!"
"WOW! I LOVE THIRTEEN!" Ochaco yelled, bouncing slightly on her feet.
Thirteen laughed warmly and waved at them. "Happy to hear that! Now, please, let's go inside. We have a lot to cover today, along with that, I'm excited to show you what we've prepared."
The class nodded and followed her instructions, every single one of them excited for the class. The thought of learning from such a renowned rescue hero had everyone on their toes.
As the class kept moving, only Akira and his company were left. Just before they could enter, Thirteen suddenly stopped and turned, holding up one hand.
"Wait just a moment."
"Sensei?" Momo asked, confused by her action.
"You're Honoka-senpai's son, right?"
Akira nodded slowly. "Yeah. But... senpai?"
Thirteen's voice got warm as remebered the good times. "Yeah. For a short time, she was my mentor. During those few months, I really started to look up to her. Her approach to hero work, her dedication.... It really helped me become a better hero."
"Unfortunately, after her retirement, I never had the time or the information to find her. Life gets busy, you know? So if you could just say hi to her from me next time you see her, I'd really appreciate it."
Akira stared at her for a moment, then pulled his phone out. "Give me your number."
Both Thirteen and Momo froze.
"E-excuse me?" Thirteen stammered, clearly caught off guard.
Akira sighed, realizing how that sounded. "I'll give your number to my mom, and she can contact you. That way, you both can actually catch up properly instead of just passing messages through me."
"OHHH! Of course, of course! Here!"
She quickly added her contact information to Akira's phone.
"Thank you so much," Thirteen said gratefully before turning to rejoin the class.
"She's weird," Akira commented, sliding his phone back into his pocket.
Momo sighed as they followed.
***
The class stepped through the entrance and into the main area of USJ, and just then, a collective gasp escaped their mouth.
The interior was absolutely massive. Far larger than they thought. The space was divided into distinct zones, each one designed to simulate a different disaster scenario.
"This looks way bigger than I expected," Jiro said, her eyes wide as she tried to process what she was looking at.
"I know, right??" Mina agreed.
Thirteen walked to the front of the group and began pointing out the various training zones with obvious pride.
"A shipwreck zone," she pointed to an area with a massive pool. "A landslide zone," then gesture toward a rocky, unstable-looking terrain. "A fire zone," where actual flames could be seen flickering in controlled areas. "A windstorm zone," with visible weather simulation equipment. "And many other different scenarios to prepare you for anything you might face as professional heroes."
She turned back to face the class, spreading her arms widely.
"I created this training ground using everything I learned throughout my entire career. It's designed to teach you how to handle almost any type of disaster situation you might face in the future."
She paused for dramatic effect.
"And I call it the Unforeseen Simulation Joint. In short... USJ."
"Wow," multiple students said at the same time.
Aizawa walked up beside Thirteen, his voice quiet enough that only she could hear. "Where's All Might? He was supposed to be here."
Thirteen leaned in and whispered back, "He ran out of time dealing with a villain on his way here. He's currently resting. Said he'll try to join us when he recovers."
"As irrational as always, I see," Aizawa said with a frown.
He sighed, then turned to the class. "Well, it's not like we can do anything about it now. Let's just get started then."
Thirteen walked back to the front of the class, clapping her hands together to regain everyone's attention.
"NOW! Before we begin the actual training, let me explain something important about my quirk and why it matters."
The class quieted down.
"My quirk is called Black Hole," Thirteen began, her tone becoming more serious. "I can suck up anything and turn it into dust. While it's incredibly useful for clearing debris during rescue operations and creating safe paths for civilians, it can also very easily kill if used incorrectly."
She let that sink in for a moment.
"That's why it's so important to truly understand your own quirks. Any quirk, when misused, might harm others or even lead to death with just one wrong move. Power without control is a disaster waiting to happen."
The class nodded solemnly, the weight of her words hitting home.
Sureeeeeeeeeeeeeeee... A certain redhead thought.
Thirteen bowed formally. "That's all from me. Thank you for listening."
Aizawa stepped forward. "Now that we're done with the introduction, let's ge-"
Buzz.
The lights throughout the entire USJ facility suddenly flickered. Once. Twice. Then some sections went completely dark.
"What was that?" Aizawa muttered, his instincts immediately on alert.
He spun around, and his eyes widened.
Near the central fountain area, a swirl of purple-black mist appeared, expanding rapidly like a crack in reality.
From the portal, a figure emerged. A person wearing a black hoodie covered in severed hands.
Akira's expression immediately shifted, his eyes narrowing. Nia, still in Momo's arms, hissing at the portal.
Aizawa didn't wait. He jumped into action immediately.
"EVERYONE GET BACK!!" he yelled, his voice cutting through the shocked silence. "THIRTEEN, GUARD THEM!"
The class began to scatter in confusion and panic.
"What's going on?!" Kirishima shouted, looking between the portal and his teacher.
The portal expanded even further, and a lot of figures began pouring in. Rough-looking individuals with various quirks and weapons, all showing hostile intent.
Izuku stepped forward to get a better look, trying to analyze the situation.
"I SAID GET BACK!!" Aizawa roared, his eyes flashing red as his quirk activated. "This is not a drill! They are REAL villains!"
Shoto looked around the lights. "The electricity is out. That means the security alerts can't go off automatically."
"That's right," Momo added. "We need to evacuate quickly and get help."
Aizawa began walking toward the army of villains approaching them, his capture scarf already unfurling.
"Sensei, wait!" Izuku yelled desperately. "Your quirk isn't suited for this kind of mass combat! You can't take them all on alone!"
Aizawa kept moving forward, putting on his yellow eye gear.
"There are other ways to fight."
And without another word, he leaped forward into the mass of villains, his capture scarf whipping out to ensnare multiple enemies at once.
***
Back with the class, Thirteen ordered the class. "Everyone evacuate the facility now!"
But before anyone could react, the purple-black mist suddenly surrounded them all, swirling around the entire group, trapping them.
Akira's eyes widened. He immediately moved, rushing toward Momo and Nia. He grabbed them both, pulling them close and wrapping his arms protectively around them just as the teleportation activated.
The world dissolved into darkness.
When reality snapped back into focus, Akira, Momo, Nia, Jiro, and Kaminari found themselves falling through the air.
They hit the ground hard in what looked like the landslide zone, which was the rocky terrain with unstable ground.
Akira had twisted mid-fall to take the brunt of the impact, landing on his back with Momo secure in his arms. Nia clung to Momo's shoulder.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," Momo nodded seriously, her mind already shifting into crisis mode.
Nia added quickly, "Yes!"
Akira helped her stand, then turned to check on the others. "Jiro? Kaminari?"
"We're good!" Jiro called back, though she looked shaken.
"I am not good... What the hell was that?" Kaminari groaned.
But before he could get an answer, they heard footsteps walking towards them.
A large group of villains emerged from behind the tarrain, surrounding them. There had to be at least twenty of them.
The one leading them was a tall man with messy blonde hair and a scar across his cheek. He looked at the small group of students and laughed.
"Oi, oi, oi! Would you look at that! The boss sent all of us for just four kids and a cat? This has to be a joke!"
His eyes landed on Jiro and Momo specifically, and he licked his lips in a way that made everyone's skin crawl.
"Well, the boss did say we could do whatever we wanted with these brats once we separated them. So let's get this started, yeah?"
The villains began to close in as their quirks activated.
Before anyone could react. Something weird happened.
Akira did something weird.
He removed both swords from his waist and sat down in a prayer position. He kept his blades beside him, perfectly parallel.
Everyone froze in confusion. The villains. Momo. Jiro. Kaminari. They all stared at him in complete confusion.
What is he doing?
Akira then did something that shocked everyone except Nia.
He unsheathed one blade slightly and used it to hit a button against his hand armor, revealing his bare skin. Then, without hesitation, he slashed the sharp edge across his palm.
Blood gushed out.
"AKIRA!" Momo gasped, horrified.
But he didn't respond. He pressed his bleeding palms together in prayer, closed his eyes, and spoke quietly.
"Give me strength, Sasha, Shino."
The temperature around them suddenly spiked.
Akira's eyes snapped open.
They were burning with red flames that flickered and danced where his irises should be.
His voice came out low and dangerous.
"Give me the strength to hold back."
Blue and red flames erupted across his entire body, surrounding him.
The blonde villain got serious, getting ready to launch an attack.
Akira picked up his swords and stood up slowly. The prayer was over. Now came the reckoning.
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