The skies above Japan thundered with the sound of heavy engines.
High above the decimated urban sprawl, multiple tactical jets pierced through the clouds — carrying with them the last coordinated hope of a fractured nation.
Within these metal beasts were its defenders: Pro heroes and their student teams, armed with nothing but their wills and their resolve.
Japan burned below them.
Inside the lead jet,
Midoriya Izuku stared at the floor beneath him, unmoving. His fingers clenched and unclenched around the fabric of his suit, the leather creasing between tense knuckles. His breaths were even, but his thoughts turbulent.
'Mom…' he thought,
'I didn't even get to say goodbye this time. I told her I'd come back stronger. I told her it'd be alright.'
His thoughts shifted.
'All Might… he's fighting again even though he shouldn't be. He's not invincible anymore. He's not supposed to fight like this…''And now Enrai-sensei… fighting something no one even understands.'
A flicker of Enrai's towering figure—the golden-red aura, the battlefield shattering around him—and then the impossible being he was facing. The Apocalypse. Midoriya's heart pounded as he replayed the moment Enrai ordered them to leave. That overwhelming pressure. The way he stood alone against it.
Midoriya gritted his teeth.
"Why am I always watching others fight the impossible… when I'm not sure I'm ready myself?" He clenched his fists tighter. "But… if not me… who else?"
"Hey, nerd." came a sharp voice, breaking through his spiralling thoughts.
Midoriya blinked, looking up.
Katsuki Bakugo stood over him, arms crossed, scowling with his usual fire. But even Bakugo's tone, though gruff, had something grounding in it.
"Tch. Stop thinking too much. We're not dead yet."
Midoriya sat straighter, startled. "Kacchan…"
"You think too much and move too little." Bakugo clicked his tongue.
"You know what happens when you hesitate, right? You're the one who taught me that once. You think our teachers want us hesitating when civilians are screaming for help?"
Midoriya gave a small, breathless smile. "Right…"
Their moment was interrupted as the team leader, pro-hero Edgeshot, stepped forward.
"We're approaching the drop zone," Edgeshot said calmly, his eyes sharp and steady. "Team Delta—prepare for entry. Target zone is Sector C—heavy fires, Class A villains and unconfirmed Quirk readings. Civilians trapped in several buildings. No heroes present. You're the first wave."
He looked around at the group of students and pros. "Remember what we're fighting for. For every city still burning. For every person still trapped. We are their hope."
The red lights above the hatch turned green.
Bakugo grinned, detonating small bursts in his palms. "Finally."
Midoriya closed his eyes for a moment. His mother. His friends. Enrai-sensei. All Might's time running out…
His hands tightened into fists. "Let's go."
Momo adjusted her gauntlet and took a steady breath. "We'll protect everyone."
Hawks gave a wink. "Don't land too hard, kids."
And then—
They jumped.
Below them, the city was ablaze. Red-orange fire consumed buildings, ash drifted like snow, and the screams of civilians echoed through the smoke-filled streets. But above that all, a thunderous sound rang out in the distance…
[All Might's Jet]
All Might turned to them, wind screaming through the open hatch.
"Look out there… That's what evil does when we let our guard down."
His voice boomed, still commanding despite his weakening body.
"You've trained for this. Bled for this. This is not a test — this is the real thing. There are people down there who won't live to see tomorrow unless we act."
He stepped closer, his cape rippling in the wind.
"So act. As heroes. As protectors. As the future."
A beat.
"Minna—HASSHIN DA!"
And then they leapt.
[Endeavor's Jet – Target: Re-Destro]
Meanwhile, on another jet, the tension was thick — almost suffocating.
Through the reinforced windows, Osaka looked like a war zone. Skyscrapers crumbled. Streets cracked open. Re-Destro's army surged through the avenues.
Inside, Team Bravo prepared. Endeavor, eyes ablaze. Todoroki, calm but seething. Iida, checking over his armor again. Kirishima, stretching and grinning through nerves. Mina Ashido, amped with determination. Alongside them: Ryukyu, Edgeshot, and Crust.
Then came the words.
"Listen up!" Endeavor growled, standing before the ramp.
The flames from his shoulders flickered like banners in the wind.
"This city was once a stronghold. A home to millions. Now it's a battlefield, overrun by trash that thinks fear is power."
He turned to the students, his expression stern — but proud.
"You've trained under us. Bled beside us. This is your time to show what that means."
He jabbed a finger down to the city.
"We're facing Re-Destro. He'll fall. Like all the others. Because we are not running anymore."
Endeavor's fire surged behind him like a phoenix's wings.
"We are the line they can't cross."
He flared up, his heat igniting the air.
"Let's show them hell. DROP!!"
And with a blast of heat, Endeavor launched himself out of the jet. The team followed — Todoroki sliding on a trail of ice, Iida rocketing forward, Kirishima grinning in steel form, Mina diving like a comet of acid-pink.
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[Nagoya (Overhaul's Domain)]
The air was suffocating.
Smoke, ash, and metal dust swirled through the ruins of the once-proud Tokyo industrial zone. Gnarled steel and shattered pipes rose like skeletons from the earth.
At its center stood Kai Chisaki — Overhaul.
His mask glinted in the firelight, his modified arms twitching with grotesque muscle masses. Mutated Nomu corpses scattered across the battlefield twitched restlessly, awaiting commands. The remnants of the Shie Hassaikai stood at his back, armed with stolen Quirk-suppressing rounds and biotech enhancements.
With a single step, Overhaul's boot cracked the concrete — and the building before him exploded into dust, its foundation completely restructured in an instant.
Screams echoed, then fell silent.
He raised his gaze skyward, voice low.
"This world... needs correction."
Just then, he felt it.
A pulse.
A presence.
He turned his masked gaze upward — and saw them: tiny figures streaking from the sky like divine judgment.
Flames. Ice. Blinding light. A sword of wind.
"So," he muttered, "you're here."
[Osaka – The Urban Centre(Re-Destro's Fortress)]
In the heart of Osaka, once a beacon of modern commerce, chaos reigned.
Re-Destro, tall and looming, stood atop a mountain of rubble — black stress energy thrumming across his enormous, veined arms. The Liberation Army banners fluttered behind him as skyscrapers buckled and fell.
He laughed — a deep, booming sound.
"This is what liberation looks like!"
Civilians cried out as tanks — yes, actual tanks hijacked from JSDF depots — rolled down the avenue, manned by radicals shouting slogans of freedom and anarchy.
"Heroes?" he spat, crushing a signpost beneath his heel. "Where are they now?"
And then the air trembled.
A thunderous roar overhead.
He paused.
Looked up.
Blazing heat and burning ice streaked down from the clouds — fire wrapped in blue, wings of energy, cannonballs of steel and lightning. A burning spear of crimson flame led the charge.
"So..." Re-Destro grinned wide, arms crackling, "finally decided to show your faces, huh?"
[Nagoya – Central Plaza (Nine's Territory)]
The world looked like dusk.
The sky was unnatural here. Purple lightning surged above the city of Nagoya as Nine stood at the center of the chaos — eyes glowing, cape fluttering behind him.
Floating debris circled him in a low-gravity field. Thunder crashed overhead. He watched his army of genetically engineered villains and Nomus flood the streets.
A mother screamed as a car exploded nearby.
Nine didn't even flinch.
"Too easy."
Suddenly, he turned his head slightly. He had sensed something. Something powerful — surging closer.
And then — like stars tearing through cloud cover — they came.
Jets breaking through the thunder. Trails of heat, ice, sound, light.
Nine's lips curled.
"There you are," he said coldly. "Come and meet your end."
Three villains. Three cities. Three armies.
All the villains scattered across Japan.
And simultaneously…
They all looked up.
And from three different skies… the heroes descended.
From above, like judgment from the heavens, teams of pro heroes and students crashed down — not as scattered hopes, but a united force forged in fire.
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[UA Stadium]
The earth trembled beneath their feet. Every shockwave from their blows rippled across Musutafu like thunderclaps echoing through the mountains. The heroes were gone, the students had evacuated. Only two beings remained in the ruins of UA Stadium — Titans, staring one another down with resolve forged in centuries and science alike.
Enrai's golden-red aura shimmered like a star made flesh, gravity bending around him with visible distortion. The lingering light reflected off the gouged armor on his shoulders, a mark of Apocalypse's earlier onslaught.
Across from him, Apocalypse, a tower of muscle, sinew, and obsidian-blue energy, snarled. His black-blue aura leaked into the sky like smoke from the end of the world. Despite his brute force, his movements were calculated — as if some alien intellect lay dormant behind those beast-like eyes.
They collided again.
A punch.Another.A rapid exchange — thunder and fire cracking against an unseen rhythm. Their fists split the air open, creating vacuums between them, the earth below splintering further with each blow.
Then — in a flash — Enrai ducked under Apocalypse's strike and drove his fist upward.
BOOM!
The punch connected with such force that Apocalypse was launched into the sky, his body carving a spiral trail through the clouds. But before he could fall—
Gravity seized him.
Enrai raised his hand.
The air shifted.
In a single moment — all the debris of the shattered stadium moved.Hundreds of tons of concrete, metal, and support beams responded to Enrai's will like iron filings to a magnetic storm.
A blinding crack of purple lightning flashed.
The rubble shot upward like a cannon, slamming into Apocalypse from all directions. Dust exploded in the sky as the pieces slammed together mid-air, forming a monstrous sphere of compressed matter — a dark moon of death, suspended by Enrai's gravitational mastery.
The sky darkened beneath it.
The battlefield below fell into silence under its shadow.
Apocalypse roared, his muffled scream shaking the heavens. Inside the mass of debris, he twisted and tore, but the gravity layers held firm, shackling his body like celestial chains.
Enrai stood below, staring upward calmly.
His cape swayed in the wind.
He whispered low, his voice barely a growl:
"Let's see you endure this."
He lifted his right hand — fingers closing into a clawed grip.
A circle formed behind him, golden-red and ancient — not of this world. Runes burned across the ethereal summoning ring, lightning sparking from its edges, howling with forgotten storms.
And something seemed to come out of it,
Through the golden portal emerged a mighty spear, a spear whittled from the weapon of the ancient dragon Gransax , impossibly long and jagged, its edges crackling with divine, draconic energy — as if the sky itself had been torn and forged into a weapon.
A name echoed across the battlefield:
"Bolt of Gransax."
[A/N: Nomu/Apocalypse be like: Lemme tell you something... LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING! XD]