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"Expression through Writing and talking"
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Several days had passed since Taiga Natsuo Endo—Eggman in disguise—had made his offer to Izuku Midoriya. The boy hadn't called GeneSpark Industries, not yet, but he hadn't thrown the card away either. That small detail didn't go unnoticed. The mechanical fly, hidden in the shadows of Midoriya's apartment, continued its silent surveillance, recording every movement, every hesitation. Eggman watched the footage from afar, noting the way the boy's eyes lingered on the glowing card longer each night.
In his concealed laboratory, far removed from the public eye, Eggman was deep into his next phase of preparation. Screens displayed streams of genetic data, quirk blueprints, and molecular schematics as he sorted through the massive catalog of quirks his operatives had gathered. Some quirks were basic, some volatile, and some too unstable even by his standards. Yet, none satisfied his vision—not yet. He wasn't merely looking to copy existing quirks. He was engineering something unique, something designed for maximum effect.
Row upon row of test tubes and genetic samples lined the walls, a testament to his progress. Robotic arms moved with precision, mixing and isolating genetic sequences while Eggman oversaw the process. Despite having the technology and the means, he had never granted himself a quirk. The reasons for that remained locked behind his calculating gaze, buried beneath layers of schemes not yet set into motion.
As the fly continued to feed him updates from Midoriya's apartment, Eggman's focus remained split—half on the boy's growing internal struggle, and half on the synthetic quirk he was on the verge of perfecting. Everything was proceeding according to plan. All it needed was a little more time…and the right push.
Eggman: {Hmm… maybe I should send a Badnik, just in case.}
Eggman scrolled through the extensive archive of Badniks he had created over the years, each file meticulously cataloged. Even the ones he had sold off were tracked—he never let any of his creations go without a way to monitor them. His systems were layered with countermeasures; any attempt to breach his files would trigger Sage's defenses, quietly redirecting the intruder to a decoy server, often planted near hero agencies to stir confusion.
As he sifted through the designs, his eyes narrowed. He paused on three particular Badnik models—machines he considered suitable for giving Midoriya the gentle push he needed. With a decisive tap, he marked them for review. A soft chime echoed in the lab as Cubot and Orbot floated in, drawn by the summons. They hovered in silence, awaiting their next task, while Eggman's gaze remained fixed on the screens, already running simulations in the background
Eggman: (grinning) "Cubot, Orbot — get E-11 'Beacon,' R-91 'Starscream,' and a few B-rank Egg Hammers. Send them to Musutafu, stir up some trouble, rough up a few people… but try not to kill anyone, if possible."
Cubot: (tilting his head) "You got it, boss! But uh… just to be clear — are we causing trouble, or causing trouble?"
Eggman: (facepalms) "You and Orbot are bringing the Badniks — they cause the trouble. You two hide or retreat. Got it?"
Orbot: (tilts head slightly) "Understood, sir. But… if I may ask — why bother scanning Izuku Midoriya's hero journal? You've already gathered extensive data on heroes and villains. What's the point of analyzing his little book?"
Eggman: (waves them off) "To be honest, I'm just impressed by the kid's analysis skills. The detail on each page is something else… though he could learn to draw better. Anyway, now go."
Cubot and Orbot quietly floated out of the lab, off to carry out Eggman's orders without further delay. Once they were gone, Eggman turned back to his work, the glow of dozens of monitors casting shifting patterns across his glasses. Robotic arms whirred steadily around him, maintaining the perfect rhythm of the lab's ongoing experiments.
An Egg Pawn approached, holding a containment tube filled with a softly glowing liquid. The label read "CQE – Type: Mutant." Eggman took the tube without a word, his expression unreadable. With a flick of his fingers, he summoned a holographic interface and scanned the contents, categorizing it under the Created Quirk Experiment files.
The analysis results confirmed what he suspected: the sample was stable and classified as a Mutant-type quirk—dragonfly in nature. Wings, compound vision, aerial agility. It was functional, reliable, but ultimately uninspiring. Like the others, it fell within the predictable limits of what his technology could currently produce. So far, only Mutant and Transformation types had shown consistent stability. Emitter-type quirks, however, continued to elude him—volatile, complex, and prone to failure during synthesis.
Still, he wasn't discouraged. Progress was progress. He would crack the code with time, and time was something he had in abundance.
His gaze shifted to another monitor displaying a live satellite feed of Musutafu. He zoomed in slightly, watching as the selected Badniks approached the outskirts of the city. Their deployment served a dual purpose: collect fresh combat data and subtly increase pressure on Izuku Midoriya. The chaos they would cause wasn't meant to be catastrophic—just enough to light a fire under the boy, to push him closer to calling the number on the GeneSpark Industries card still sitting on his desk
Eggman: (stroking his mustache) "Hmm… I used biology to craft the mutant and transformation quirks — but what if I combined copied quirks? Could I synthesize a new emitter-type quirk from scratch?"
While Eggman continued his experiments in secrecy, Izuku Midoriya found temporary solace atop the roof of Aldera Junior High. It was his usual escape during lunch—a quiet place away from the ridicule of classmates and the torment of Kacchan. Notebook in hand, he scribbled thoughts and analysis, eyes flicking between his writing and the distant skyline, muttering softly to himself.
But the calm was short-lived.
A thunderous explosion ripped through the air, its sound echoing across the city. Startled, Izuku stood and turned toward the source. Over the cityscape, two jets roared through the sky, flying dangerously low. One was an unusual purple machine with an avian, robotic shape—its body resembling a bird with orange feet and forehead, green eyes glowing beneath angular armor. The other was sleeker, modeled after an F-15 Eagle, its body painted in light gray with bold red and blue trim. Both bore ominous purple symbols—one the unmistakable logo of Eggman, the other the insignia of the Decepticons.
Clutched beneath each jet was a large crate. Without slowing, the aircraft dropped them just beyond the school. The impact shook the building, drawing students to the windows. Gasps filled the classrooms as the crates began to open with mechanical hisses and whirring hydraulics.
From within poured an intimidating force: a squadron of massive robots. Towering over any average Egg Pawn, these units radiated brute strength. Their armor was a deep, polished purple, their torsos round and heavy with reinforced plating. Black lower halves supported powerful limbs—gray and wiry at the joints, but encased in thick purple armor from elbows to fists and knees to boots. Red bands marked their wrists and ankles, while their shoulder guards flared with red, spike-like knobs.
Their heads were dome-shaped, with sickly green eyes and wicked red grins of jagged metal teeth. Each one wielded a colossal hammer, and the crimson letter "B" gleamed across their chests like a mark of authority. They marched with purpose, thudding steps reverberating across the school grounds as they spread out.
Whatever their mission, it had just begun—and Musutafu was now their proving ground
Deku: (eyes wide) "What's going on? Is this… a villain attack?!"
The F-15 Eagle jet descended rapidly, engines roaring before its thrusters flared and flaps shifted. Just before impact, its frame twisted with seamless precision, panels shifting and locking into new configurations. With a deafening mechanical symphony, it landed in a cloud of dust and heat—no longer a jet, but a towering robotic figure.
Now standing tall, the robot revealed a sleek and angular humanoid design. Its armored plating was primarily a smooth, light gray, segmented for mobility but dense enough for combat. Bold red panels accented its chest, wings, and lower legs, adding a vivid contrast to its metallic body, while its forearms and feet were a cool sky blue—unexpected, yet striking against its otherwise warlike appearance.
Embedded in its chest was a translucent amber cockpit, a clear homage to its jet origins, catching the sunlight and casting golden reflections across its body. From its back, twin vertical stabilizer fins jutted upward like predatory wings, each bearing a stylized Decepticon insignia paired unnervingly with Eggman's purple logo.
Its head was narrow and sharp, with a chiseled steel-gray face, a pronounced chin, and glowing crimson optics that exuded menace and superiority. From each shoulder, null-ray cannons extended forward like the horns of a war beast, ready to strike without warning.
As it raised its arms and pointed in different directions, its stance exuded arrogance—like a conqueror surveying a battlefield already claimed. Each movement was precise and confident, the ground around it shuddering with every shift in weight. This was not just a machine—it was a statement. A symbol of power descending upon Musutafu.
Starscream: (grinning wickedly) "Go on, wreak havoc! Tear this city apart! And you five Egg Hammers — come with me. We're going to the school to collect a few screaming little experiments for Lord Eggman. Oh, what fun this will be!"
Beacon soared into the sky, leaving a streak of purple exhaust as it veered off toward the heart of Musutafu. In its wake, the remaining Egg Hammers split off, stomping through streets and alleys as they began to wreak havoc across the city—tipping cars, knocking over streetlights, and tearing through barriers. Fires ignited and alarms wailed as chaos spread block by block.
Only five Egg Hammers remained near the school, stationed around Starscream, who stood with arms crossed in front of the two massive crates he had dropped earlier. With a swift, contemptuous strike, he slammed his hand against the nearest crate. A hiss of compressed air escaped, followed by the sharp sound of shifting metal. Vents slid open along the crate's surface, and six spider-like mechanical limbs unfolded from within, clicking and locking into place.
The two crates now stood upright, revealing themselves to be not containers, but mobile machines. Their long, segmented legs moved with eerie coordination, easily scaling the walls surrounding Aldera Junior High. Without hesitation, the mechanical spiders crested the perimeter and began their advance on the school building, their smooth metal bodies glinting in the sunlight as they scuttled forward.
Starscream followed behind them with a swaggering gait. Upon reaching the side of the school, he raised one leg and drove it forward with immense force, smashing through the brick wall in a single kick. Debris scattered as the wall collapsed inward, creating a gaping hole wide enough for the Egg Hammers to enter. The towering robots marched in behind him, the sound of their heavy steps echoing through the halls.
Inside, chaos erupted. Students screamed as they scrambled to flee, shoving past one another in the crowded corridors. The once orderly building had become a frantic maze of fear and confusion.
From above, a sharp crash shattered the tension—a window burst inward as a long, segmented robotic tentacle shot through the glass. It coiled around a terrified student and yanked them away in a flash, dragging them through the opening. Outside, the mechanical spider waiting near the wall opened a hatch in its armored body. The student was swiftly deposited inside, and the compartment sealed shut with a pneumatic hiss.
Louder crashes echoed in the distance as more destruction unfolded. The city trembled under the coordinated attack, and the air grew heavy with smoke and panic. The assault on Musutafu—and Izuku Midoriya's world—had fully begun
Student 1: (terrified) "I-I don't wanna die, man!"
Student 5: (panicking) "Quick — throw the teachers at the tentacles!"
Teacher 2: (shoving past) "Out of my way, you little brats!"
Panic surged through the halls of Aldera Junior High as chaos consumed the building. Students screamed, shoved, and trampled over one another in a desperate attempt to escape the oncoming mechanical invaders. Desks were overturned, papers scattered like leaves in a storm, and some even resorted to throwing each other toward the encroaching tentacles in blind panic, hoping to slow them down or save themselves.
Amid the madness, one student hurled themselves out of a window, their rubber-like body bouncing harmlessly as they landed in the courtyard below—only to be snatched mid-rebound by Starscream. The towering Decepticon caught them effortlessly, flinging the struggling student into one of the open containment crates with cruel efficiency.
Inside the building, Izuku Midoriya struggled to stay on his feet. Powerless and frail compared to the others, he was jostled and knocked aside in the stampede. A sharp whirring preceded the sudden lunge of a robotic tentacle that tore through a nearby wall, aiming for him—but at the last second, he dropped low, narrowly avoiding its grasp.
Someone else wasn't so lucky.
Katsuki Bakugo, mid-sprint, was ensnared by the tentacle. He thrashed violently, explosions erupting from his palms in bursts of light and smoke, but the mechanical limb held firm, its grip unaffected by his blasts. Without hesitation, Izuku reached out and grabbed Bakugo's legs, planting his feet and pulling with all his strength.
But it was futile.
The tentacle yanked them both off the ground, dragging them down the corridor. Debris flew past as the walls blurred. Izuku's fingers clung to Bakugo, refusing to let go despite the pain in his arms. With a smooth, inescapable pull, they were drawn into the spider-like containment unit outside.
The hatch closed behind them with a hiss of locking metal, sealing them inside alongside other frightened students and even a few captured teachers. The chamber was dimly lit, sterile, and silent—save for the distant echoes of chaos still raging beyond the armored walls.
Kacchan: (grabbing Deku by the collar, furious) "Damn it, Deku! Why the hell did you try to save me?! I had it under control!"
Deku: (voice shaky, avoiding eye contact) "I-I just… I couldn't let them take you. What if… what if something happened? W-What would Aunt Mitsuki do if you didn't come home?"
Before anyone inside the crate could speak, a sudden, thunderous crash shook the chamber. The floor jolted violently, sending the captured students and teachers tumbling. Dust and metal fragments rained from the ceiling as the crate hit the ground with a deafening thud.
Then, with a screech of tearing steel, the reinforced door was ripped clean off its hinges and hurled aside as though it weighed nothing.
Framed in the opening stood a towering figure bathed in sunlight, his muscular frame casting a long shadow into the crate. Blonde hair waved in the breeze, and his bright blue eyes held an unwavering confidence. There, in the wreckage, stood the Symbol of Peace himself—All Might—wearing his signature smile as calm and unwavering as ever.
All Might: (booming with confidence) "Never fear, citizens! Why? Because I am here!"
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All might has joined the battle what will happen next