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"Expression through Writing and talking"
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The captured students and teachers stared in awe, their fear momentarily forgotten as the towering figure of the Number One Hero stood before them. All Might's presence radiated unwavering confidence, his iconic smile a silent promise of safety and strength. For a heartbeat, time seemed to pause, the chaos outside muffled by the sheer impact of his arrival.
Then, movement—an Egg Hammer, massive and silent, attempted a sneak attack. Its colossal weapon raised high, it lunged forward to strike. But before the hammer could descend, All Might turned with astonishing speed. With one mighty swing of his fist, he unleashed a devastating blow that collided with the machine mid-swing.
The resulting shockwave exploded outward, a burst of wind and force that sent the Egg Hammer hurtling through the air like a discarded toy. Metal screeched and groaned as it crashed into a nearby wall, sparks flying as it crumpled from the impact.
The chamber fell silent once more—this time, in breathless reverence
Starscream: (circling his opponent with a sneer) "You really are as powerful as Lord Eggman said… but I can see it — that form of yours won't last much longer, will it?"
All Might: (narrowing his eyes) "So… this 'Eggman' is the one behind this attack?"
{He knows my secret…}
Starscream: (smirking) "Yes… but this? This is just a bit of roughhousing at best. So tell me, Symbol of Peace — how far are you willing to go, knowing you've got, what… an hour left at most?"
Before the assault on Musutafu began, the Badniks remained eerily still on the city's outskirts. For nearly two hours, they watched and waited, their mechanical patience outlasting even the mounting tension in the streets. They had a clear reason: All Might, the Symbol of Peace, was still active in the city. Eggman's data was precise — the hero could only maintain his muscular form for approximately three hours. With every rescue and public appearance, his time slipped away.
Then came the final five-minute delay. It was all Starscream needed. The Decepticon, watching from above, grinned with mechanical malice. The moment All Might's energy reserves began to dip, the order was given. Chaos erupted as the attack commenced.
Now, face to face with the Number One Hero, Starscream acted with reckless boldness. He fired a barrage of guided missiles, aiming not just at All Might, but toward the general area of the containment crate where civilians were trapped. The calculated cruelty of the move was clear — force the hero into a no-win situation.
But All Might refused to falter.
In an instant, he launched himself skyward, rising fast enough to leave a pressure burst in his wake. The missiles tracked him upward, drawn to the intense heat and motion. High above the battlefield, with smoke and sirens wailing below, All Might twisted his body in midair, drawing his arms across his chest in a tight "X" formation.
Then, with precision honed through countless battles, he swung his arms outward in a powerful double-chop motion — a Carolina Smash.
The sheer force of the strike tore through the air, creating a concussive shockwave that expanded in all directions. The air pressure warped and redirected the incoming missiles, forcing them off course and detonating them harmlessly in the sky. Fire and metal bloomed high above the city, far from the civilians and the containment unit they were trapped in.
All Might descended with control, the smoke swirling behind him like a storm cloud parting around the eye. The crate remained unscathed. The hero's presence, undiminished
Starscream: (slowly clapping, voice laced with sarcasm) "Impressive as always, Symbol of Peace… but don't forget— (grin widens) I'm not alone."
Just as the last words left Starscream's mouth, a massive Egg Hammer burst onto the scene in a blur of motion. Without hesitation, it swung its colossal weapon with brutal force, the impact catching All Might squarely in the side. The blow sent him hurtling through the air like a missile, crashing through debris and barriers until he slammed into the side of Aldera Junior High.
The building, now little more than a battered shell, stood eerily silent. Most of its occupants had already fled, while the few remaining teachers and students were hidden away—trapped within reinforced crates scattered among the rubble, spared by the chaos for now.
Inside the shattered remains of the school, All Might stirred. He pushed himself to his feet with sheer willpower, only for his body to betray him. His knees buckled, and he collapsed once more, catching himself just before fully falling. A ragged cough escaped him, and with it, blood splattered against the dusty floor.
The sound of heavy steps echoed through the ruin.
Starscream approached, casting a long, looming shadow over the fallen hero, his mechanical frame towering above All Might's wounded form
Starscream: (hovering over All Might, voice cruel and taunting)"Look at you… wounded by a single blow from a mere Hammer. In your prime, that wouldn't have even fazed you(leans in slightly) But don't worry — I won't kill you. Lord Eggman has plans for you."
Starscream loomed over All Might, his clawed hand outstretched, inches from seizing the weakened hero's head. But just as he moved to grab him, a wooden tendril lashed through the dust-filled air, coiling tightly around Starscream's arm. With a sharp, sudden pull, the mechanical limb was yanked backward, forcing the Decepticon off balance for a split second.
From the shadows of the ruined school emerged Kamui Woods, his body braced and arms extended, tendrils of wood stretching from his limbs like living rope. His stance was firm, resolute, as he stared down the towering machine. Behind him, other pro heroes began to arrive on the scene, emerging from the smoke and settling into battle positions.
They had been delayed—drawn away by the chaos the Egg Hammers had spread throughout Musutafu. Fires, collapsing buildings, and scattered assaults had stretched the heroes thin, but now the tide was shifting.
High above, a streak of movement cut through the smoke-choked sky.
Hawks, swift and calculating, soared overhead. His eyes were locked on E-11 Beacon, one of Eggman's more evasive Badniks, weaving between buildings and unleashing disruptive pulses of energy. Hawks kept tight pursuit, his feathers cutting through the air in precise bursts as he worked to neutralize the threat.
With reinforcements now on the field, the momentum of the battle began to shift. The defenders of Musutafu had arrived—not just to protect, but to push back
Starscream: (scowling, tapping a control on his arm)"Damn it… I have to retreat!"(presses a button)"All remaining Badniks — fall back, now!"
In an instant, a thick smokescreen burst from Starscream's chassis, enveloping the ruined courtyard in a dense, swirling cloud. But this wasn't just to obscure—within the haze lurked a toxic gas, engineered to cripple and disorient. For Starscream, a machine immune to such biological hazards, it was the perfect cover.
Without hesitation, he launched himself upward, mechanical limbs folding and twisting mid-air as his body transformed. With a roar of engines, he shifted back into his F-15 Eagle jet form, afterburners igniting. The sky trembled with his ascent as he left behind a noxious vapor trail—deliberately poisonous, a trap laid for any hero reckless enough to pursue by air.
Beside him, E-11 Beacon soared into formation. The two mechanical forces retreated into the darkening sky, shrinking to dots above the cityscape before vanishing beyond the horizon.
Below, the battle was far from over.
The remaining Egg Hammers stood as obstacles, hammering through rubble and tearing into the city's defenses with unrelenting strength. But they were outnumbered now, and the arrival of multiple pro heroes turned the tide. One by one, the machines were dismantled—burning, sparking, collapsing under the concentrated might of coordinated strikes.
The dust settled.
Emergency units and rescue workers moved in, aided by the pros. The reinforced containment crates were opened at last, and the trapped students and teachers were ushered out, shaken but alive. Relief washed over the scene like a wave.
Amid the crowd, a certain green-haired boy stood silently, his eyes wide with wonder.
For all the chaos, for all the destruction… he smiled—bright, genuine. Surrounded by his idols, heroes he had only ever seen on screens or in notebooks, he was now face to face with the very symbols of hope. The spark within him, once faint, now blazed with newfound clarity
Deku: (eyes wide with awe) "I-I have to get their autographs — especially All Might's!"
Night had fallen over Musutafu, casting a calm over the city still reeling from the chaos of the day's attack. After a lengthy police debriefing and a flood of questions, Izuku Midoriya finally made his way home. Tired but unharmed, he clutched a small stack of autographs from the pro heroes who had saved the day—though one was notably missing. All Might had disappeared before he could ask. Still, the others were enough to fill his heart with pride.
The front door opened, and he was immediately pulled into a tight embrace. His mother, Inko Midoriya, clung to him with shaking arms, overwhelmed by a mix of fear and relief. The news had broadcast the incident citywide—her son had been among the victims. For a terrifying moment, the worst had seemed inevitable. Now, with him safely in her arms, she could finally breathe again.
After the emotional reunion, Izuku retreated to his bedroom. The walls were plastered with All Might posters, collectibles, and action figures, a personal shrine to his lifelong hero. The quiet hum of the city at night barely reached his ears as he moved to his desk.
With a focused motion, he opened a drawer and retrieved a small card. On its face, a sleek, futuristic logo glowed faintly—a double helix wrapped in crackling, electric-blue energy. Genespark Industries.
His fingers hovered over it for a moment. Then, without hesitation, he picked up his phone and began dialing the number printed on the back.
Unseen behind him, a tiny mechanical fly detached from the underside of his desk and buzzed silently through the open window. Mission complete. Data retrieved.
And the next phase had quietly begun
Starscream: (kneeling, head lowered) "Please… forgive my ignorance — and my failure, Lord Eggman."
In another part of Japan, deep beneath the surface in a concealed underground facility humming with mechanical life, Dr. Eggman sat in a high-backed chair, flanked by rows of flickering monitors and walls lined with humming machinery. The room pulsed with cold, calculated energy — a domain of intellect and domination.
Before him, Starscream stood with his head slightly bowed, attempting to offer an explanation for the retreat, for the failed capture. His voice, though confident by design, carried a thread of tension. But before a single word could finish leaving his mouth, Eggman calmly lifted a gloved hand.
The gesture was enough. Starscream fell silent instantly, the mechanical whir of his systems filling the space where his voice had been.
Slowly, Eggman rose from his chair.
His expression was unreadable behind the dark glasses, but the atmosphere shifted with his movement — the calm before another storm.
Eggman: (arms crossed, smirking)
"No need for apologies, Starscream. After all…"(presses a button — a holographic clip plays, showing Deku inputting numbers into his phone)"…you completed your mission perfectly."
(waves him off)
"Now go. Dismissed."
Starscream silently exited the chamber, the heavy metal doors sliding shut behind him with a hiss. The echo of his retreating footsteps faded into the rhythmic hum of machines and monitors.
Moments later, a sharp ring pierced the air — a phone on a nearby console lit up, the caller ID flashing one name.
Midoriya, Izuku.
Eggman's eyes gleamed behind his glasses. He reached for the receiver with deliberate care, a low chuckle building in his chest. The laugh quickly grew, rising into a manic crescendo that filled the lab — until it abruptly stopped as he choked on his own breath. A brief fit of coughing followed, breaking the tension, before he composed himself.
Clearing his throat, Eggman lifted the phone to his ear. A slow, pleased smile spread across his face.
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What will dekus quirk be and would he still get one for all