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It had been quite some time since our paths crossed again, dear readers, in this sprawling corner of the My Hero Academia multiverse. We've witnessed a tapestry of events unfold-triumphs and trials, bonds forged in the fires of adversity, and powers that defy the ordinary.
Izuku Midoriya, with his unyielding rider strength, and his sister Neon, whose abilities somewhat mirrored his in ways both profound and perilous, had already demonstrated that their true power is definitely something to contend with . Their connections to family, friends, and foes were still budding, delicate tendrils reaching toward an uncertain future. But their resolve? That was about to be forged in the crucible of combat, tested like never before.
The morning sun cast long shadows over the gates of U.A. High School, a beacon of heroism amid the bustling streets of Musutafu. Yet today, that beacon was besieged not by villains, but by a swarm of reporters, their cameras flashing like predatory eyes, microphones thrust forward like spears.
The news of All Might's appointment as a teacher had ignited a media frenzy, and every journalist worth their press pass was clamoring for a scoop. "What do you think about All Might teaching at U.A.?" became the refrain, echoed by voices from various outlets-some reputable, others chasing viral fame. They accosted students as they approached, hoping to capture that golden soundbite to propel their careers into the stratosphere.
The responses were as diverse as the quirks of Class 1-A itself. Ochako Uraraka, her cheeks flushed from the unexpected attention, paused mid-step, her zero-gravity quirk making her backpack bob slightly in the air. "His presence is... well, it's large, you know? But I think school's been going along normally. We're all just trying to learn and become better heroes!" Her words were earnest, laced with that trademark optimism that made her seem lighter than air--literally and figuratively.
Not everyone shared her patience. Katsuki Bakugo stormed through the crowd, his scowl deepening with each flashbulb pop. "Move before I make you," he growled, explosions crackling faintly at his palms as a warning. The reporters scattered like leaves in a gale, sensing the volatility in his eyes. Bakugo wasn't one for interviews; his ambition burned too hot for idle chatter.
Tenya Iida, ever the paragon of discipline, adjusted his glasses with a precise motion before responding. "Yes, I believe he will teach us a great deal. His experience shall serve as an invaluable tool in our development as heroes."
His voice was steady, optimistic, carrying the weight of his family's legacy.
The reporters nodded appreciatively, jotting down notes, but Iida was already moving on, his engine-like calves propelling him forward with purposeful strides.
Then there were the more flamboyant replies. Mina Ashido struck a pose, her acid-pink skin glistening under the morning light. "Look at my moves!" she exclaimed, twirling with a grin that revealed her sparkling teeth.
Beside her, Yuga Aoyama sparkled....quite literally....as he flipped his hair. "And my sparkling personality! All Might? He's fabulous, darling, but wait until you see what I bring to the table." Their energy was infectious, drawing laughs from the crowd, but it was short-lived.
Momo Yaoyorozu, heir to one of Japan's prestigious families and having been trained in the art of media navigation, offered a composed response. "All Might's guidance will undoubtedly elevate our training. We're grateful for this opportunity."
Her words were polished, diplomatic, a far cry from the icy glare of Shoko Todoroki, who stood nearby. Shoko's heterochromatic eyes fixed on the reporters with a cold intensity that seemed to drop the temperature by several degrees. No words escaped her lips, but the message was clear: back off.
The reporters shivered, their hearts freezing under that unyielding stare. They chose self preservation for today and simply just let her and some other students like Tooru,Ojiro,Rikido,etc go,not wanting another situation like the one they just faced.
The real turning point, however, arrived with the Yagi twins-Izuku and Neon, the secret children of All Might himself. Neon, with her mischievous grin and viridian hair tied in playful ponytails, leaned into the chaos. "It'll be cool to see him teach the next generation. It's a real shame you won't be able to watch and report about that," she quipped, her eyes twinkling with a telekinetic promise and large amounts of mischief. The reporters blinked, intrigued and angered by her cheeky deflection.
But it was Izuku who truly captivated them. His calm demeanor belied a storm within; his green eyes, sharp and focused, swept over the crowd. "He hasn't taught us yet. How do you expect us to give an answer to such a useless question? Just move out of my way, now." His voice was even, but an aura of restrained intensity emanated from him-a man with far more pressing matters than tabloid fodder.
The reporters parted like the Red Sea, whispering among themselves. This boy was different; perhaps a story lurked beneath that stoic exterior.
A heavy sigh cut through the din as Shota Aizawa, the ever-exhausted homeroom teacher, shuffled into view. His eyes, bloodshot from lack of sleep and patrols, scanned the scene with weary disdain and longing for Emi,he wondered as to how that emotion even made an entry in his brain. "Sigh. Even with my regular coffee dose, I will never be able to do this properly. Leave, everybody. It's time for these students to apply themselves. Your consistent interruption won't help us in the slightest."
His tone was flat, but authoritative, the kind that brooked no argument. Beside him, Present Mic simply replies with:"You may get a reply from the big man himself later. But now....LEAVE!",his quirk enhanced voice making everyone to head back due to its power. The hero then fiddled with his phone, relaying instructions to activate U.A.'s famed Defense Gates. The massive barriers rose with a mechanical hum, sealing off the entrance.
"Wait, we want more ne—" one desperate reporter stammered, lunging forward in a futile bid to slip through. But he was a step too slow; the gates clanged shut, leaving the media horde outside, frustrated and empty-handed. Something newsworthy did happen though.
Unbeknownst to all, this commotion had provided the perfect cover for a shadowy figure. Tomura Shigaraki, leader of the League of Villains, slinked through the periphery, his stealth training from All For One serving him well. His pale hands, concealed in gloves to prevent accidental decay, occasionally brushed against security cameras and recording devices, reducing them to dust with a touch.
He moved like a ghost, his red eyes gleaming with malice beneath his hood. The intel from his spy had been golden, but why settle for scraps when he could snatch the full feast? Infiltrating the lesson plan section with the help of a driver that looked suspiciously like the one used by our Kamen Rider Izuku, he rifled through documents until he found it: the schedule for the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, those bold letters screaming opportunity to cause chaos and perhaps to send an important message. 'Let's see if my bold moves will force these pathetic heroes to change,' he thought, a twisted smile creeping across his cracked lips.
He then quietly slipped out, rendezvousing with Kurogiri, who warped them away in a swirl of purple mist. The heroes remained oblivious, their day proceeding as planned.
Inside U.A., the rhythm of academia continued undisturbed. Midnight's class on "Heroes Over the Years" was a revelation, blending historical depth with her signature allure. Her outfit--form-fitting and provocative--definitely drew blushes from the boys, but it was her passion for the subject that truly captivated. She delved into pre-Quirk era archives, resurrecting forgotten tales of pre quirk heroes,vigilantes and early quirk users.
Slides flickered across the screen: ancient forums, digitized manuscripts, and grainy photos of heroes long gone.
"Well, I guess we got educated on what to call Izuku as, kero," Tsuyu Asui croaked from her seat, her frog-like features unchanging as she voiced her blunt observation. The class chuckled; Tsuyu's frankness was a constant, like the steady drip of rain.
Hanta Sero leaned back, his tape-dispensing elbows propped on his desk. "The Pre-Quirk Archives forum definitely helped us out. Getting so much cool content back from near extinction is a good thing. I want to see Izuku battle even more than ever,his hero form seems even cooler than it did." His words carried a Spider-Man inspired enthusiasm, his quirk fueling dreams of web-slinging heroics as well.
Izuku, seated near the window, felt the weight of their gazes. Despite his cool exterior, the barrage of questions from his classmates...people he'd grown unexpectedly close to--tested his composure.
"Relax, will you? You guys will see me fight. Just stay calm for now," he replied, his voice steady but laced with a hint of exasperation. Internally, he hoped the next class would match the quality of today's,maybe a distraction would suffice as well; anything to shift the focus,he still isn't that good at people skills yet.
As if on cue, the atmosphere in Class 1-A shifted. A mysterious breeze stirred the air, papers rustling on desks, before the door burst open. A booming voice filled the room: "Heroes today and of many different years have never had it easy; this is a tough task to commit to, after all. Many of you could have left, yet you all chose to fight for yourselves....and that right there is a sign. It is a beacon that indicates there are future heroes among you, and I hope to help them grow bigger than all of us who are active in this field, in all aspects that are possible. I am All Might, and today, as part of my course: Foundational Hero Studies, we will start battle trials to test and fortify your fighting skills. SO EVERYONE, SHOW ME YOUR POWER AND PROVE THAT YOU... ARE HERE!!!"
The Symbol of Peace strode in, his Silver Age costume gleaming---a throwback to his golden days, cape billowing dramatically despite the lack of wind. The class erupted. Some fanboyed openly: "That's the Silver Age outfit! So retro!" Eijira Kirishima pumped her fist, eyes wide. Others, like Todoroki, sat in silent awe, the weight of All Might's legacy and even his experience pressing upon all of them.
Izuku and Neon exchanged glances, impressed by their father's new flair since joining their family. Toshinori Yagi had evolved, blending his heroic persona with paternal warmth. But for the rest, this was their first real encounter with the keystone of modern heroics.
"I appreciate your response, young zygotes," All Might boomed, his smile wide. "Now, here are the suitcases with your respective gear. Head to your dressing rooms and meet me at the grounds reserved for today." His voice carried the authority of a top hero, spurring everyone into action. They rushed out, eager to impress---or perhaps to earn more lessons from the legend himself.
Izuku and Neon reached the grounds first, their hero costumes drawing an emotional response from All Might. Neon's outfit was a masterpiece: a flowing viridian dress reinforced with armor plating around her chest, arms, and legs. Integrated tech---rockets, missiles, tasers....powered by her half of One For All,which anyways amplified her telekinesis, turning her into a floating arsenal of weapons for the villains to get defeated by. Toshinori's eyes softened; she was a heroine destined for greatness.
But Izuku's attire nearly brought tears to his father's eyes. A simple black t-shirt and pants accented with green hints, red sneakers upgraded with Nezu's ingenious silk-bulletproof weave (a material that baffled even David Shield). White gloves evoked a rider's grip, the overall look reminiscent of Kamen Rider Black--Kotaro Minami,who was the defender of the weak, Kamen Rider Faiz--Inui Takumi who preferred his long sleeve shirts,jeans.....along with something that Toshinori preferred wearing back in the day.
Yet...it was the long, overflowing jacket with its myriad pockets that stirred memories. It echoed Nana Shimura's casual wear, the mentor who'd fed a young, quirkless Toshinori after grueling training sessions, her laughter a balm for his earnest but now definitely somewhat yearning soul.
"I didn't know this jacket had that much value to you, Dad. If you want, I won't wear it today, but it can survive the worst explosions and stuff, so at least it's worth the money now," Izuku joked, trying to lighten the mood and remove the funk that his dad had unfortunately gotten affected by.
"Ah, it's fine,Izuku my son," All Might replied, composing himself. "You and your sister have practical costumes based on your powers, though your particular accessory definitely made me think of my... younger days with my master. I hope your classmates will follow suit perfectly." Neon, ever the opportunist, snuck a video on her phone- nice family album material for Mom to add in later.
Soon, the class assembled, costumes on display. Some of them were somehow both practical but bulky,like Jiro with her speaker shoes,while some girls like Shoko, Momo,Uraraka and Mihara,along with some boys like Rikido did keep adjusting their costumes. "Something to look out for",he thought before he surveyed them with pride. "Looking good, future heroes! Some of you may need tweaks here and there, but for today's class, we won't focus on that. I'm not the best teacher, I'll admit, so bear with me",saying that,a script and....glasses made an appearance on the hero. No idea how.
He then read the script, because he believed that,this act of his would definitely help ease them by seeing a joking scenario. 'Let's continue' is what he said in his mind before following up his initial words with:
"There's a bomb in this building you're looking at. Two groups will face off: heroes versus villains. Heroes secure the bomb; villains let it detonate. Teams are decided by slips from this box. Let's get going!"
Toshinori patted himself on the back internally; Nezu's training had paid off. Students drew slips, commenting on each other's costumes. Uraraka tugged at her skin-tight suit, blushing. "This is... a bit much." Momo nodded sympathetically, her own outfit elegant but revealing. Others flexed: Kirishima hardened her skin, grinning. "Manly!"
Then, after drawing some slips, many different teams were formed like:
Izuku and Eijira Kirishima vs. Katsuki Bakugo and Tenya Iida
Neon and Ochako Uraraka vs. Mina Ashido and Yuga Aoyama
Momo Yaoyorozu and Hanta Sero vs. Shoko Todoroki and Rikido Sato
And more, like Tsuyu Asui and Fumikage Tokoyami vs. others, balancing power and strategy for everyone involved.
The battles promised intrigue, some teams stacked, others evenly matched. What followed was a symphony of quirks, strategy, and sheer willpower.
First up: Shoko Todoroki and Rikido Sato as villains, guarding the bomb against Momo Yaoyorozu and Hanta Sero as heroes. The arena---a multi-story building replica.....echoed with tension.
Shoko, expressionless, unleashed a wave of ice, glaciers surging like frozen tsunamis to encase the intruders. "Stay back," she muttered, her left side dormant, relying on her mother's cold quirk.
Momo countered swiftly, her creation quirk birthing a high-grade flamethrower from her exposed skin. The created insulated suit protecting her, she melted through the ice, steam billowing like a war zone.
"Hanta, cover me!" she called before Sero swung in, tape shooting from his elbows like spider silk, wrapping around Sato's massive, sugar-fueled form. Rikido, surprisingly agile despite his bulk, charged like a bull, ripping tape with raw strength. "Not so fast!" he roared, muscles bulging from his quirk.
Hanta dodged, using mobility to kite and avoid Sato, taping pillars to create barriers. Shoko pressed, ice spears launching, but Momo adapted instantly, creating shields and various countermeasures. The battle teetered--ice versus fire, strength versus agility--until Momo's ingenuity shone. She crafted an insulated net, electrified with a battery, ensnaring Shoto momentarily. Hanta taped Sato to the floor, and together they touched the bomb. Victory for the heroes, but close; Shoko's restraint and Sato's power had nearly turned the tide.
Next: Neon and Ochako Uraraka as heroes against Mina Ashido and Yuga Aoyama as villains. Neon led with confidence, her telekinesis a force of nature. "Stay close, Ochako. We'll hit them hard." Mina slid across the floor on acid slicks, melting barriers, while Yuga fired navel lasers, sparkling beams cutting through the air.
Neon deflected, redirecting lasers back with a wave of her hand, her dress fluttering like a banner of defiance. "Not today,villains!" she quipped. Ochako touched debris, making chunks float, then swung her makeshift attack....her "Comet Home Run"....using it to keep hurling floating rocks like meteors.
Mina dodged, acid countering the assault, but Neon's power overwhelmed, pushing Mina back. Yuga held his ground to the best of his ability, but Uraraka's sheer willpower and tenacity floated him off-balance. A combined push secured the bomb; Neon's leadership and Ochako's creativity proved unstoppable.
Other skirmishes unfolded: Tsuyu and Tokoyami as heroes used stealth--Tsuyu's tongue lashing for grapples, Dark Shadow emerging in shadows for misdirection...against their foes.
Kyoka Jiro and Mezo Shoji as villains disoriented the hero group with her amplified heartbeats and his multi-arm grapples and punches, but Ojiro and Koda's team countered with martial arts and animal summons.
Denki Kaminari and his partner Mihara Mineta faltered, bickering among the villain group simply allowed Tooru Hagakure's invisibility to sneak past them. Her trump card simply shone, securing victory amid chaos.
Finally, the climax arrived upon us: Izuku and Eijira Kirishima (heroes) vs. Katsuki Bakugo and Tenya Iida (villains). The rivalry reignited, the air crackled with tension. "So, what's the plan, Izu-bro?" Kirishima asked, hardening her skin, adrenaline surging as she always enjoyed having a fun fight.
Explosions rumbled nearby. Izuku's eyes narrowed. "Run and keep Tenya occupied. He has speed, but you have unyielding strength. Hold him for long enough and I'll send a gift you will particularly like."
Sarcasm dripped as he dashed toward the noise, his flip phone,SS-555D driver materializing instantly in his hand.
Bakugo charged, snarling. "Shut up, you irritating weakling! I'll beat you now, Deku!" His right hook exploded forward.
"How long will that be your opener, Katsuki? I have places to be." Izuku dodged, grabbing the arm, punching Bakugo's stomach. The blonde doubled over, coughing. Switching his driver to 'Blade Mode',he tried swinging his sword towards Katsuki's position but he flew away. "What happened,Kacchan? Too scared of needles and blades?",that tone,that specific way his name got called. He was definitely pissed and thus, aggressively pressed Izuku.
The fight escalated. Bakugo used explosions for smoke screens, blasts propelling him agilely. Izuku, enhanced by One For All, tanked hits, his armored body resilient. "You're predictable," Izuku taunted, countering with precise strikes,punches and slightly missed sword swings and photon blasts.
Meanwhile, Tenya blitzed Kirishima, engines roaring. But Kirishima hardened, a rocky fortress, forcing Tenya to halt lest he shatter his legs. "Manly defense!" Kirishima grinned, trading blows in her own way.
Time ticked and was nearly over. Bakugo, desperate, unleashed his gauntlet's stored sweat. "Wonder if your tin can armour will survive this, you dumbass!" A massive explosion roared toward Izuku.
Eyes widening, Izuku activated his driver and typed the required numbers:555 before he and Katsuki had to face the aftermath of this attack.
The blast hit, smoke engulfing. "Young Izuku!" All Might yelled from the observation room, class frozen in horror.
But Izuku emerged in his Kamen Rider suit, his armored arm slamming Bakugo, making him drop to his knees and immediately start coughing. "You're lucky I'm armored, you stubborn fool. Anyone else wouldn't survive that excessive attack. I'll stop you now, Katsuki."was what Izuku sternly said before a neck chop knocked Bakugo out.
Grabbing the remaining gauntlet, Izuku sped to Kirishima, hurling it skyward, switching to Single Mode, shooting. Smoke exploded, cover perfect. Bridal-carrying Kirishima and touching the bomb led to their victory. "That was some gift you ended up delivering. Now,you can put me down, Izu-bro," she did not blush, not at all. There is no proof,but she knows that her friend Mina will not be leaving her alone now.they.
Post-battle, after seeing that he was okay,Neon and All Might hugged Izuku, then she smacked his head. "Just because you can survive doesn't mean you should, Izuku-nii. Mom will know about this." Izuku slumped and sat down,far away from the crowd, sitting by himself towards the corner of the room they were in, contemplating the maternal wrath he will have to face. The class sweatdropped sympathetically.
"You did well, young heroes," All Might praised. "Some excelled, others struggled--it's the path to greatness you all are in now. I was once like you; ask for help. Even if you feel embarrassed, only then will you grow. Mr Aizawa will address some students in particular. You can go home and rest now."
Everyone chose to do so, with varied reactions by their home members. Izuku had to dodge the flying pan,as well as many other male students while some female students had to calm their dads down for various reasons.
They dispersed, weary but wiser. The stage is set for future clashes, which are very important.
Next time,a deadly meet-up of extremes will occur,one wanting to nurture and one wanting to decay everything. But that's another part of our ever expanding tale,my dear readers.