The sky above Nagoya had turned a cruel shade of crimson.
Thick plumes of smoke blanketed the skyline like a funeral shroud, casting long shadows over the crumbling ruins of a once-vibrant city. Buildings stood half-devoured by flames, their steel bones exposed and groaning under the weight of destruction. Glass from shattered windows littered the cracked asphalt below, reflecting firelight like stars fallen from a broken sky. Sirens wailed in the distance—faint, scattered, hopeless.
Civilians screamed and ran through debris-strewn streets, dragging the wounded and clutching onto the last fragments of hope. Children wailed beneath collapsed awnings, parents shielding them with trembling arms. Heroes—some rookie, some veterans—fought desperately amidst the chaos, their bodies bruised and uniforms bloodied. But they were overwhelmed. The tide was too strong. And leading that tide was a figure that cast fear like a shadow:
Re-Destro.
He stood atop a collapsed expressway like a tyrant returned from the underworld, his towering frame dark against the burning skyline. His polished boots crushed the remnants of a police vehicle beneath him as he watched the chaos below with cold satisfaction. Around him, his personal detachment of enhanced Nomu—grotesque, spindly beasts with cybernetic enhancements—roamed the streets, dismembering barriers and laying waste to rescue centres.
A woman screamed as a Nomu hurled a car into a collapsed hospital wing.
A group of injured civilians cried out in vain.
The despair was thick, suffocating.
Then, the wind shifted.
A sharp pressure filled the air—a presence descending from the heavens.
The first to look up were the villains. Their smirks faltered.
The civilians followed next. Eyes widened. Mouths hung open.
From the smoky sky, five streaks of light came blazing down like divine retribution, parting clouds and flame alike.
Team Bravo had arrived.
ENDEAVOR, dove with eyes sharp as obsidian. Below him, his target stood clear.
"Re-Destro."
The name rang in his mind like a war drum. He could feel the raw heat of rage boiling inside him—not just for the destruction, but for the children huddled beneath rubble. For every civilian too scared to breathe. For the heroes calling for help and receiving silence.
Beside him, Ryukyu descended in her half-dragon form, scanning the layout of the battlefield.
Todoroki, colder than ice and blazing like his father's legacy, focused on a crumbling apartment block where a Nomu had pinned civilians.
Ingenium and Tenya Iida dropped on opposite sides of the square, ready to scatter and assist.
As their boots hit the ground with thunderous force, shockwaves spread outward, breaking windows and silencing the cries—for just a moment.
That moment was enough.
Endeavor straightened from his landing, the asphalt beneath him bubbling under his feet. "Ryukyu," he ordered sharply,
"split right. Iida, Ingenium—evacuate all sectors behind the northern barricade. Todoroki, with me."
Without hesitation, the team obeyed.
Ryukyu charged into a collapsing warehouse, transforming mid-leap to hold up a steel beam and let civilians crawl free. Iida and Ingenium blurred into the smoke, guiding survivors with urgency. Todoroki looked to his father once—his nod was answer enough.
But Re-Destro didn't move.
He stood calmly atop his ruined perch, arms behind his back, the corners of his lips twitching upward in twisted amusement.
"So-" Re-Destro spoke, his voice amplified by speakers sewn into his black formalwear.
"The 'flames of justice' arrive—late, as always."
Endeavor's eyes narrowed. "You've caused enough destruction. Step down."
Re-Destro chuckled. "Step down? Oh, Endeavor. This city is my canvas. You've merely come to watch me finish the masterpiece."
The Nomu screeched in chorus behind him.
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From above, a hovering news chopper circled the battlefield, the 'Hero News 24' insignia emblazoned across its hull. Inside, a shaken but determined reporter, Maiko Akagi, clutched her microphone as the camera zoomed in on the devastation below.
"This is Maiko Akagi, reporting from the skies above Nagoya—once a beacon of progress, now a battlefield," she began, voice trembling yet firm. "Viewers at home... what you are seeing is real. Re-Destro and his Liberation Forces have taken over the city. Fires continue to rage unchecked. Civilian casualties are... unknown. Many are still trapped beneath the rubble."
The camera panned to show Endeavor's team fanning out across the battlefield.
"But hope has arrived," she continued, her voice rising.
"Pro Hero Endeavor, accompanied by Dragon Hero Ryukyu, Ingenium, and some students from U.A. High have just landed. This marks the first coordinated counter-offensive in Nagoya since the initial attack."
She paused as the camera zoomed in on Endeavor and Re-Destro locking eyes.
"There is a storm coming," she said solemnly."And its eye lies right there, in the heart of the fallen city."
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Ryukyu, transforming mid-air into her dragon form, swooped through the collapsing skyline, lifting large pieces of rubble to rescue trapped civilians. Her massive claws gently tore apart a destroyed department store's upper level to extract a crying child huddled beneath a desk.
Todoroki landed hard, his right side already glowing with ice, freezing the fires on one end of a destroyed bridge while his left burned away a Nomu approaching a group of civilians. His breath was shallow.
'We can't let them see us falter. Everyone's counting on us. This is what we were trained for.'
Not far from him, Iida blurred through debris-strewn roads, grabbing dazed and wounded civilians, darting back and forth like a machine of salvation.
"Everyone, head to the evacuation zone! Follow the blue markers! We've cleared a path!" he shouted, his engines roaring at maximum output.
Ingenium stayed close to him, directing stragglers and coordinating small groups of rescue teams. "Tenya, to the left! Two trapped under the tanker!" he called, pointing toward a smoking truck teetering over a highway overpass.
Amidst this organized chaos, Endeavor's massive frame moved with unwavering resolve. A Nomu lunged from the rubble—grotesque and screeching. Without hesitation, Endeavor reached out with both flaming hands and seized its head. His flames intensified to a blinding white-gold hue.
"Burn and stay down-" he growled.
The Nomu's flesh screamed as it blackened. Its regeneration failed to catch up. Its body dropped, unmoving, curling in on itself in death.
From atop a shattered building, a shadow clapped.
Clap... Clap... Clap...
"You've returned, Number two. How... dramatic," came the mocking voice of Re-Destro.
He stood at the center of the ruined business district, surrounded by his army of Nomus and mechanized Liberation forces. Behind him, a warped statue of liberty burned. The city's once proud skyline was reduced to bones and steel.
"There's a lot of negative energy here, wouldn't you agree?" Re-Destro said with an eerie grin. "Terror, loss, despair—so many delicious emotions." He extended his arms to the sky.
"Do you feel it too? The weight of a collapsing society?"
Endeavor stepped forward, fists clenched, heat visibly rising off his shoulders. "You've terrorized this city long enough."
Re-Destro closed his eyes... and laughed.
"Then let me show you what your people's suffering feels like!"
A dark red aura began forming around him—swirling, boiling. The ground beneath his feet cracked as the stress pooled into his body. His muscles bulged grotesquely. Bone-like armor began forming from beneath his skin. The air turned thick, oppressive.
Buildings trembled as Re-Destro grew... and grew...
30 feet tall—no, perhaps more. His body was now a grotesque mountain of stress-forged muscle and agony, eyes glowing white, steam erupting from his back like smokestacks.
"COME THEN!" he bellowed, his voice echoing across the city like a siren of doom.
"LET US SEE IF HEROES STILL BLEED!"
The heroes stood still for a second, absorbing the monstrous sight. Even the Nomus backed away momentarily, sensing the raw violence radiating off their own commander.
But Endeavor didn't blink.
"Everyone, stay focused. "
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Far above, the whirring of rotor blades returned. HeroNews 24's aerial crew hovered over the battlefield, cameras locked on the unfolding scene.
"Ladies and gentlemen, what we are witnessing is nothing short of cataclysmic," the reporter's voice trembled but pressed on.
"We are over Nagoya, where the city has become a war zone. The current scene: Number two Hero Endeavor facing off against a now-mutated Re-Destro. He's grown to monstrous proportions after feeding off the emotional residue of the city's despair!"
The feed cut to images of Todoroki freezing Nomu mid-air, Ryukyu shielding civilians beneath her wings, and Iida pushing flaming wreckage away from a crushed road.
"Across the city, other heroes are engaged in full-scale civilian rescues. It's a coordinated counterstrike by Japan's finest—students and pros alike. But with Re-Destro now towering over the skyline, this confrontation may be one of the most difficult battles yet."
The screen returned to Re-Destro, his arms spreading as he walked through fire and ruin, leaving craters in the asphalt with every step.
"We can only hope… they prevail."
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Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo — what once was a proud business district filled with towering office buildings, food vendors, and bustling civilians — had now become a war zone. The skyline had been torn apart. Charred concrete shells stood where skyscrapers used to be. Fires burned uncontrolled, casting flickering red hues across shattered glass and twisted steel.
The air was thick with ash and smoke, sirens wailing in the distance as screams of terror echoed through alleyways.
In the heart of the chaos, three pro heroes stood with ragged breaths, defending a cluster of terrified civilians — mostly women and children — huddled beneath the collapsed overpass. Their uniforms were torn. Blood streamed down their limbs. Leopard Hero: Miriko Tenka, her leg impaled by a steel rod, still stood, one hand clutching a piece of rebar like a spear.
Beside her, Red Signal, arm dislocated, barely held up a collapsing metal sheet to shield a family. Kenshiro Blaze, coughing blood, stood frontmost — the only wall between the civilians and the abominations ahead.
Five Nomus—abominations stitched together in laboratories of evil—stalked toward them. Each one uniquely grotesque. One's back bristled with bone-like spears. Another drooled acid from its fanged maw. Their monstrous growls rumbled across the cracked pavement, eyes glowing red like predators that had cornered prey.
Behind them stood three villains, their faces twisted with glee and vulgarity.
"Heh, look at those trembling brats behind the heroes... prime little things," one spat, licking his blade.
"Save me one with black hair—I like 'em screaming-" another cackled, grabbing his crotch.
"Maybe we break the heroes first, let the little ones watch. It'll be a party!" said the third, twitching with excitement.
The civilians whimpered. A small girl clung to her mother's waist, crying, "Mama, I don't wanna die..."
Red Signal groaned, "W-we won't let them touch you…"
Kenshiro gritted his teeth. "Even if it takes our last breath—we're still heroes!"
But they were outmatched. Their bodies broken. Their strength fading. And the Nomus pounced.
BOOM.
The sky cracked open like thunder had roared from Heaven itself.
A golden comet tore through the clouds, descending at impossible speed, trailing blue and white light. The heroes looked up.
And then—
"DAIJŌBU!!! MINNA!! WATASHI GA KITA!!"
The ground exploded as All Might landed with a quake that sent shockwaves through the street. A vortex of dust blasted outward. His cape fluttered in the scorching air, fists clenched, eyes burning with righteous fury.
Before the monsters could react, All Might roared—
"CAROLINA... SMASH!!!"
His arm twisted forward in a blur, air detonating from the sheer pressure of the punch. The street rippled under the force. The Nomus didn't just get hit — they were launched, their bodies flying like broken dolls. One crashed into a truck. Two more slammed into a crumbling apartment wall, their limbs shattered. The ground where they stood was now a crater.
One villain let out a blood-curdling scream before being hurled back, crashing into rubble. Another was knocked unconscious instantly.
Silence.
The civilians gawked.
The injured pro heroes froze, disbelief on their faces.
Then All Might turned. He smiled gently — and gave them a thumbs-up.
"You all stood firm… I'm proud. But now — rest. I'll take it from here."
Hero: Snipe landed beside him, rifle slung across his shoulder.
"Civilians secured. We'll get the wounded out."
Miriko blinked. "A-All Might... You really came…"
The little girl, eyes wide, whispered, "...He's real… he really came…"
All Might gently patted her head.
"Of course I did. Because a true hero never turns his back on people in need."
Just then, Gran Torino zipped in, landing beside the Symbol of Peace.
"We're not done, All Might. Our target's here. The Yakuza boss—Kai Chisaki, a.k.a. Overhaul."
The ground trembled faintly.
From the far end of the street, emerging calmly from a collapsed medical facility, came a man in a long coat, bird-like plague mask concealing most of his face. Cold amber eyes surveyed the battlefield.
Overhaul.
The streets around him warped as he casually disassembled and reassembled a chunk of concrete beneath his feet — just to show he could. Nomus regenerated behind him, and mutated Yakuza soldiers flanked him.
"I had a feeling you'd show, All Might-" he said softly.
"The rats come when the nest burns, huh? But it won't change the outcome. This city… this country… it's diseased. And I am the cure."
Behind All Might stood his squad — Tokoyami, Uraraka, Shoji, Kendo, Aoyama, and others. Each of them brimming with resolve, their faces hardened.
Tokoyami, Dark Shadow flickering around him, narrowed his eyes.
"This is the man who used a little girl for experimentation…"
Uraraka clenched her fists. "He made her suffer… we can't forgive him."
Shoji flexed his multiple limbs. "We protect civilians first. Then crush him."
Kendo cracked her enlarged fists. "Let's show him what UA students are made of."
Civilians, guided by Snipe and support heroes, were being evacuated through alleyways and underground routes. One mother clutched her child tightly, eyes filled with tears of gratitude. "Thank you… All Might…"
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Above, the news helicopters hovered, broadcasting it live:
"BREAKING! All Might has entered the battlefield in Chiyoda alongside Gran Torino and a team of heroes and UA students! Team Alpha has arrived! Overhaul has been confirmed as the villain responsible for the attacks here. The heroes are escorting civilians even as the threat level increases. Tokyo watches, Japan watches — and hope returns at last!"
The camera panned down on All Might as he slowly walked toward Overhaul, cape trailing behind him like a storm.
Gran Torino's voice was low. "We strike soon. This one's not like the others."
All Might didn't turn back, but his voice carried to the students. "Remember why you're here. You are heroes now. Let none fall under your watch. Justice… must prevail."
And with that, the standoff was set.
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Sapporo, once a buzzing hub of nightlife, towers, and electric signs, had descended into apocalyptic ruin. The streets were buried in debris, neon lights flickered erratically, and distant fires blurred the skyline. Cars lay overturned. Buildings crumbled under the weight of chaos. Screams, sirens, and distant explosions danced in the smoky air.
At the epicentre of this catastrophe stood a tall man — calm amidst the destruction.
Nine, surrounded by mutated Nomus and escaped Tartarus villains, stood like a silent god of judgment. His long coat fluttered gently in the wind as he raised a hand to the sky. Lightning danced across his palm. Around him, chaos was his domain.
The villains who had broken free from Tartarus stood around him—twisted minds emboldened by their freedom.
"More pests to crush-" one sneered, holding a girl by the hair as she screamed.
Another kicked over a disabled older man and laughed, "Heroes ain't coming! Not this time!"
Suddenly — a violent whirlwind tore through the air above them.
FWOOOOOSH—
BOOM!
A glowing, spiralling burst of fire and smoke fell from the sky like a divine bomb.
A miniature tornado of explosions, searing with light and sound, spun at breakneck speed directly into the center of the villain cluster.
The villains turned.
"What the—"
"SHIIIINEEEEEEE!! HOWITZER... IMPAAACT!!!"
The ground shook as Katsuki Bakugo landed like a comet, detonation roaring around him as his explosion-powered spin tore apart two villains on contact. The impact hurled the rest flying like bowling pins. One flew through a concrete wall. Another collapsed, coughing blood.
Nine looked up calmly, his eyes narrowing as the dust cleared. Bakugo stood in a crater, smoke and steam rising from his bracers.
"Tch... What's with that creepy-ass look? You're next."
Above, the rest of Team Omega descended like gods of justice.
Izuku Midoriya narrowed his eyes from mid-air. Just then, below him, a building trembled—cracked by earlier fighting.
A family of five, cornered beneath a cracking ledge, screamed as it began to collapse.
Without hesitation, Midoriya twisted mid-air. "DELAAAAWARE SMASH—!!"
A spiralling blast of wind-pressure tore from his fingertip, blasting the falling debris away just in time to save the civilians. But he wasn't done.
One villain tried to leap toward the panicked family to grab the child.
Midoriya's boot met his face.
"STAY AWAY!!" Midoriya shouted, hurling the man into a nearby car, which crumpled under the impact. He landed in front of the family.
"Run to the evacuation vehicles! It's going to be dangerous here!"
The mother wept as she bowed. "T-Thank you... thank you!"
Midoriya turned back toward the battlefield. His breath trembled.
"It's happening… This is really happening. Tartarus escapees. Civilians in every corner. Heroes are exhausted. If I mess up now, people die. No second chances… I can't afford to hesitate."
Above, descending on gliders and support wings were Yaoyorozu Momo, Kirishima, Kamui Woods, Pixie-Bob, and others. Yaoyorozu was already producing metallic support gear, tossing riot shields and tools to nearby heroes below.
"Protect civilians first! Prioritize containment lines and search zones! Scatter in pairs!" she ordered, her voice calm but urgent.
Kirishima, already mid-transformation with "Hardening: Unbreakable," dove headfirst into the rubble, slamming through a villain attempting to crush a woman. "You alright, ma'am? Get to cover! I'll hold 'em off!"
Pixie-Bob roared from atop a rising column of earth, launching mud to pin a trio of fleeing villains. "This is our turf now, you freaks!"
But the true pressure was only meters away.
Hawks flared his wings just 100 meters from Nine.
The pro hero hovered in place, arms crossed, staring down the clone-enhanced tyrant.
"So… this is Nine, huh?" Hawks muttered, analyzing him.
"Multiple stolen quirks, regenerative Nomus, and that dead look in his eye. Classic edgy cult-leader energy. Not a fan."
Nine said nothing at first.
Then his eyes shifted, catching the synchronized arrival of the heroes.
"So… you've come." His voice was cold, devoid of fear.
"You think your puny bird feathers can still pierce this deep into the dark?"
Hawks's wings shimmered, hundreds of feather-blades spreading like a net.
BOOM! A lightning strike cracked behind Nine, a warning with two dragon heads emerging from behind his back.
The wind picked up. The tension burned.
Midoriya and Bakugo regrouped under the neon-ruined sign of a department store. Flames flickered off broken glass.
Bakugo grunted. "Don't fall behind, Deku."
"I wasn't planning on it-" Midoriya replied, catching his breath, green electricity crackling around his limbs.
Nearby, Yaoyorozu created a chain of carbon spears and passed them to ground heroes.
Kamui Woods latched his tendrils onto debris to pull civilians free.
Kirishima smashed through a mutated Nomu to protect a fallen firefighter.
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In the distance, news drones hovered, capturing the scene:
"LIVE from Sapporo! Heroes have arrived — led by the Number 3 Pro Hero Hawks and supported by Bakugo, Midoriya, Yaoyorozu, and others. They are confronting Nine and a horde of Tartarus escapees. The battle for Tokyo is escalating. But the heroes… have landed."
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Nine, still composed, looked around at the scattered team with something resembling faint curiosity.
He spoke at last.
"You should've stayed in Musutafu. This city will be your graveyard now."
Bakugo cracked his neck.
"Nah. It belongs to me. Now explode, you bastard."