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BONUS CHAPTER: 1500PS
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"Try canceling my heteromorphic quirk, you bastard!!!"
A four-armed villain rushed at Aizawa, his multiple fists cocked back for a devastating barrage.
But the punches never connected.
Aizawa ducked under the first strike with minimal movement, letting it sail harmlessly over his head. He sidestepped the second punch, his body already moving to the next position before the villain could adjust.
What?
As that thought finished forming, Aizawa's fist connected with the villain's face, sending the man flying backward through the air.
"I don't really need to cancel the quirk of an idiot like you."
His capture weapon unbundled from around his neck. With a flick of his wrist, Aizawa whipped the tape toward the airborne villain.
SNAP
The tape caught him mid-flight, wrapping around his torso. Aizawa yanked hard, redirecting the villain's momentum and flinging him like a human projectile straight at a cluster of his allies who were preparing their own attacks.
"WATCH OUT!!!"
But it was too late.
The four-armed villain crashed into the group, sending bodies flying in all directions. Limbs tangled. Heads collided. Weapons clattered to the ground.
Before they could even begin to recover, Aizawa was already moving again.
He fought like a man with years of underground hero experience, fighting the kind of villains that never made it onto the news.
He moved like a phantom through the chaos, weaving between attacks that should have hit him but somehow never did. It seemed like he had eyes in the back of his head.
A villain with a blade quirk slashed at him from behind, thinking he'd found an opening.
Aizawa twisted at the last second, the blade missing by centimeters. His elbow shot back immediately, catching the attacker square in the throat. The villain went down, choking and gasping for air.
Another came from the left, quirk activated, some kind of strength enhancement based on the suddenly bulging muscles and veins.
Aizawa's eyes flashed red, his quirk erasing the enhancement instantly.
Aizawa's capture weapon shot out, wrapped around the now-normal villain's leg, and yanked hard. The man was slammed into the ground with enough force to crack the ground beneath him.
"Damn it! He's too fast!"
"Keep attacking! He has to blink eventually!"
They were right about that. Aizawa's quirk had a significant weakness—he had to keep his eyes open and focused on his target to maintain the erasure effect. Eventually, his eyes would dry out and he'd have to blink, giving his opponents their powers back for a brief moment.
But Aizawa had learned long ago how to fight around that limitation.
A villain with some kind of elastic quirk tried to grab him from a distance.
Aizawa grabbed the extended arms, used them like ropes, and pulled himself toward the villain at high speed. Before the elastic villain could react, Aizawa's boot connected with his face, knocking him out.
"I got him!"
Aizawa spun to see a barrage of thorns launching toward him like missiles. The villain who'd fired them — some kind of plant-based quirk with cacti growing from his back — was already preparing for another volley.
Aizawa ducked low; the thorns passed overhead close enough to ruffle his hair and tear small holes in his capture weapon.
Before the thorn villain could reload, Aizawa's capture tape shot out like a snake and wrapped around the villain's arm.
Aizawa pulled hard.
The villain stumbled forward, completely off-balance.
Aizawa pulled harder, using the momentum and the villain's own weight against him. He spun, building centrifugal force, swinging the villain in a wide arc.
Then he released.
The thorn villain flew through the air in a perfect arc and crashed into three of his allies who'd been trying to flank Aizawa from the right.
His eyes scanned the remaining villains with the practiced assessment of a veteran hero. Fewer than half of the original number were still standing, and those who were looked significantly less confident than they had five minutes ago. Some were actually backing away, reconsidering their life choices.
"Who's next?" Aizawa asked, his voice carrying a dangerous edge that made several villains flinch.
***
Asui and Midoriya finally reached the central plaza area after making their way through the shipwreck zone.
What they saw when they arrived made Tsuyu's blood run cold.
Aizawa-sensei was still fighting.
Still standing despite everything.
Bodies littered the ground around him. Some were groaning in pain, clutching broken limbs. Others were completely knocked out, in awkward positions. Tsuyu did a quick count and stopped at thirty.
Thirty villains.
One hero.
And Aizawa was still going, still moving, still fighting.
"Wow," Izuku breathed beside her. He turned to Tsuyu, his voice full of respect. "He's so cool. Look at him... he's holding off all of them by himself!"
Tsuyu nodded silently, unable to tear her eyes away from the fight. Ribbit... Aizawa-sensei is incredible. I knew he was a pro hero, but seeing it like this...
"He makes it look easy," Izuku muttered.
But Tsuyu noticed something the others might have missed, something that made her chest tighten with worry.
Aizawa's movements were getting slightly slower. His breathing was heavier, his chest rising and falling with more effort. The constant use of his quirk was taking its toll.
Even the strongest heroes had limits.
And Aizawa was approaching his.
And then everything changed.
The hand-masked villain who'd been standing back moved.
He had been watching the entire fight with an almost bored expression, scratching at his neck absently.
"You're quite persistent," He said. "I'll give you that. But you're tired. I can see it. Your movements are slowing. Your eyes are dry. How much longer can you really keep this up?"
Aizawa's eyes narrowed, but he didn't waste breath responding.
The masked guy rushed forward with surprising speed.
Aizawa reacted instantly, his capture weapon shooting out to intercept and bind.
But the villain dodged, weaving under the cloth, as he closed the distance in seconds, his hand reaching out.
Aizawa tried to elbow Shigaraki's stomach to create space and buy time to reset his position.
But Shigaraki blocked it with his forearm.
All five fingers made contact, and he smiled.
Immediately, the skin began to crumble and decay. Gray ash flaked away as Shigaraki's quirk ate through flesh and muscle like acid.
"AAAGH!" Aizawa jerked back violently, breaking contact before the decay could spread to his entire arm. His elbow was badly damaged. His skin was completely gone, muscle exposed, and bleeding.
Shigaraki sighed dramatically, scratching at his neck. "You lasted longer than I expected. But it's over now."
He looked back toward the black giant with him.
"Nomu. Finish him."
The creature that had been standing motionless near the fountain suddenly moved.
The Nomu moved with terrifying speed, far, far faster than something that size and bulk should be able to move.
It crossed the distance to Aizawa in less than a second.
Aizawa tried to dodge, his exhausted body moving on pure instinct and years of training.
But it wasn't enough.
Not this time.
The Nomu's massive hand caught him mid-dodge. Then it slammed him into the ground.
CRACK
Aizawa's body went limp, the air driven completely from his lungs, pain exploding through his entire body as his ribs cracked.
The Nomu lifted him up.
And slammed him down again.
CRACK
And again.
CRACK
And again.
CRACK
Each impact sent more cracks spreading through the concrete. Each hit pushed Aizawa closer to unconsciousness.
From their hiding spot behind a piece of rubble, Izuku and Tsuyu stared in horror, unable to move, unable to help, unable to do anything but watch their teacher being destroyed.
"Sensei..." Izuku whispered, his voice breaking with emotion, tears forming in his eyes.
Tsuyu's hands clenched into fists. No... we have to do something..
But then Shigaraki moved again.
Faster than he'd moved during the entire fight.
Before either student could react, Shigaraki was right there.
Right in front of Tsuyu.
His hand reached out, fingers spread wide, moving toward her face with clear intent to kill.
Tsuyu froze completely.
Every muscle in her body locked up.
She knew exactly what would happen if those fingers touched her. She'd seen what they did to Aizawa's elbow.
If he touched her face, she would die.
Simple as that.
She closed her eyes, tears forming unbidden, hot against her cheeks.
I'm sorry, everyone.
One second passed.
I wanted to be a hero.
Two seconds.
I wanted to save people.
Three seconds.
I'm sorry, I wasn't strong enough.
"AHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!"
The sound that came wasn't her scream.
It was the villain's.
A scream of pain that echoed through the entire USJ facility.
Tsuyu's eyes snapped open in shock.
The hand mask guy was clutching his right hand.... or rather, what remained of it. His hand had been severed cleanly at the wrist. Blood sprayed from his hand, painting the ground red.
Above him was a figure she recognized immediately.
Red hair that seemed to glow in the light. Golden-blue wings made of flames spread wide like an avenging angel descending from heaven. Twin katanas held in hands, one of them dripping with blood, along with a cat on his shoulder.
Akira Shuzenji was here.
What... was all Tsuyu could think.
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Akira saves the day.. Plus I spent sometime writing Aizawa's fight. He is one tough motherfucker. Hope you enjoyed it.
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