The air trembled.
Jagged rifts of distorted energy ripped through the sky and earth simultaneously, stretching from the Sports Festival arena all the way to Kamino and Hosu. Before the alarms could even sound, an army poured out of the static—street-level villains hungry for blood, flanked by rows of sentient Nomus.
The south gate imploded. A hulking Nomu stepped through the dust, cracking its knuckles as a stitched grin split its face. Another vaulted straight for the packed bleachers, only for Mt. Lady to intercept it mid-leap, driving the beast into the dirt with a crash that rattled the stadium's foundations.
"Get the civilians out!" Cementoss roared, raising concrete barriers to shield the lower tiers.
"You heard him! Move, move, move!" Present Mic's voice boomed across the stands, directing the panicked crowd toward the exits. Down on the perimeter, Iida, Uraraka, Kirishima, and Yaoyorozu immediately fell into formation, locking arms to hold back the stampede and clear paths for the injured.
High above the smoke, Hoshigami Enrai stood motionless, arms crossed as he watched the arena fracture. Space prickled against his skin like static electricity. These waves were just meatshields. The real threat hadn't stepped through yet.
Down in the pit, the fight turned ugly fast.
A black-winged Nomu dove out of the smoke with a piercing shriek. Hawks intercepted it, his feathers slicing cleanly through its torso—only for the flesh to knit back together before the pieces even hit the ground.
"I hate these Regeneration types" Hawks said, banking hard to dodge a bone spike aimed at his throat.
"Then , just burn these birds to ashes." Endeavor unleashed a torrent of white-hot flame at a nearby Nomu, only to watch the creature walk straight through the inferno without blistering. "Tch. They're built for us. Bastards."
The eastern wall collapsed inward as Rappa hurled himself into the fray, laughing maniacally as his fists blurred. "COME ON! GIVE ME A FIGHT!" A pro hero lunged to meet him and was immediately buried in a crater.
Floating above the carnage, Nine raised a hand, his cloak whipping violently as dark storm clouds gathered overhead, crackling with lightning.
Below him, Re-Destro crushed a steel observation deck beneath swollen, stress-blackened limbs. And then Overhaul stepped onto the field.
He flexed his fingers, pressed his palm to the concrete, and half the arena floor erupted into razor-sharp stone spikes, impaling two heroes before they could even blink. Blood painted the lower stands.
"Where are they all coming from?!" Edgeshot snapped, folding himself thin to slice through a warping villain.
Through the middle of it all, Enrai moved like a ghost.
With a downward press of his hand, one Nomu's spine buckled under crushing, invisible gravity. When another lunged at his blind spot, a flick of his wrist sent it rocketing into the stratosphere. Faint, glintstone light flickered behind Enrai's eyes—
Then, another monstrosity stepped into the center of the ruined field. It was massive, its pitch-black hide webbed with glowing, ice-blue fissures. Its eyes locked onto Endeavor.
"Clear the area!" Endeavor barked, flames roaring to life along his arms.
"This one's mine." Endeavor had already turned the previous nomu in his hands to dust with his hellflame.
The creature answered with a guttural snarl and charged. When Endeavor met its fist with a wall of fire, the resulting shockwave shattered the remaining concrete beneath their boots. The Nomu didn't flinch. Moving with speed, it slipped past Endeavor's guard and drove a fist into his gut, skidding the Number Two hero dozens of feet across the dirt.
Endeavor spat blood, wiping his mouth with the back of his gauntlet. "Damnit , its punches hit like a truck."
From above, Enrai watched the arena crumble. Spiderweb fissures spread across the stadium walls as orange fire and black shadow collided below. Endeavor launched a web of compressed flames—Hell Spider—but the Nomu contorted mid-air, slipping between the blades of heat, and slammed Endeavor straight into the retaining wall.
The crack of Endeavor's ribs echoed over the din.
Near the edge of the field, Kaminari stared wide-eyed at the crater. "Is that... like the one from the USJ?"
"No," Todoroki muttered, his jaw clenched tight as he watched his father struggle to stand.
"This one's worse."
"Along with speed , strength , he even has accelerating powers."
All across the stadium, the pattern repeated.
Midnight was pinned down; Eraser Head had abandoned the perimeter to help clear the tunnels; Present Mic was screaming himself hoarse trying to herd the remaining students toward the safe zones.
Endeavor dragged himself up, his breath ragged, and ignited everything he had left. Spiraling upward, he grabbed the Nomu and dragged it into the sky.
"Prominence Burn!"
A blinding pillar of pure, incinerating light swallowed the monster whole. The heat warped the air across the entire arena. Yet, when the glare faded, the charred husk still crashed down onto the dirt—smoking, blackened, and very much alive.
Endeavor dropped to one knee, chest heaving.
'It was made to kill me'
It wasn't just him. A Nomu with limbs forged from hardened, metallic fibers shredded Best Jeanist's carbon threads.
Another caught Mirko's axe-kick mid-air, its reinforced joints absorbing the impact without a tremor.
"Shit!" Mirko cursed, vaulting backward.
She got back up and smiled even harder.
"Crazy women."- Crimson Riot was bleeding out behind a shattered barricade, overwhelmed by an acid-neutralizing brute. Mt. Lady was pinned beneath a creature that swelled in muscle mass every time she struck it.
"Hell Spider!" Endeavor roared again, desperate to buy seconds.
The Nomu stepped inside the blast radius. Its palm flared—not with heat, but with a violet-black mimicry of Endeavor's own fire. Before Endeavor could raise his guard, the beast drove that corrupted flame straight into his chest.
Endeavor skidded across the dirt, leaving a trail of blood and scorched fabric. Across the field, Yoroi Musha's armor buckled under the claws of a cackling monstrosity. The Sports Festival arena was gone; only a graveyard of concrete remained.
Then, the earth parted.
The ground split cleanly down the center of the stadium, folding outward as if kneeling. A circular portal yawned open in the abyss, and from its depths, a man rose into the smoke.
Every scream died.
The wind itself seemed to stall.
He wore a tailored black suit and a gleaming, metallic breathing mask. When his shoes touched the ruined stone, the quiet click echoed across the entire silent bowl of the stadium.
All For One had arrived.
Gran Torino froze mid-step, his face draining of color. All Might stood rigid at the edge of the pit, his breath catching in his throat. "N-no... he's supposed to be locked up."
The air grew heavy, suffocating. Even the veterans felt a cold, primal dread crawl up their spines.
All For One tilted his head, his voice carrying effortlessly through the dead air—calm, polite, almost warm.
"What a lovely reception. It truly warms my heart to see so many familiar faces...."
All Might forced himself forward against the crushing pressure, his fists shaking at his sides. "Why?! Why show yourself now?!"
"Why?" All For One echoed, a thread of genuine amusement in his tone. "Because it is time to remind this country what fear looks like. Your little era of borrowed peace ends today, All Might. I'll make sure of it."
"I won't let you," All Might growled.
All For One chuckled softly. "You? Look at you. You're barely a shadow of the man who once stood at the top."
"And you don't even have much time left"
Slowly, the villain's masked face turned upward, his unseen gaze locking directly onto Enrai floating high above the carnage.
"And you," All For One said, savoring the name.
"Hoshigami Enrai. I've heard quite a bit about your little interference."
He raised a single, gloved hand toward the sky, as if offering a toast.
"For someone of your caliber, I've prepared a very special gift. I crafted it with care... and it is dying to meet you."
Then, he began to laugh.