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Seeing Izuku was saved Ra-One decided to finish the fight at his end.
Ra-One exhaled once calmly. Final.
"Enough."
The two remaining Nomu charged him together, fists tearing through the air with enough force to shatter buildings.
Rudra raised both hands.
Above the pointing fingers of each hand, space warped—and two astral chakras constructed of brahmastra's energy formed by tiny red cubes.
Perfect circular blades of condensed Brahmāstra energy, edges vibrating at terrifying velocity, humming like screaming turbines.
Red light spiraled along their rims as they rotated faster and faster, hovering effortlessly.
The Nomu struck—
SWISH!
"...."
Ra-One jumped not backward but up.
He twisted midair in a fluid, acrobatic arc—almost playful, almost disrespectful—like a certain wall-crawler dancing between danger.
While upside down, he released both chakras.
They shot forward—
Then zig-zagged at an impossible angles with sudden shifts and unpredictable vectors.
The Nomu couldn't track them.
SWISH—!
The first chakra drilled straight through the first Nomu's skull, splitting it cleanly down the center.
The body took two more steps before collapsing in halves.
SWISH—!
The second chakra tore through the second Nomu's head, bisecting it diagonally in a spray of blackened deep red blood.
But the blades didn't stop but they curved and returned.
And on the way back—
"...."
CHOP—!
Both chakras severed the Nomu heads completely from their bodies.
Dead and instantly their massive frames collapsed like discarded armor.
-THUD.
Ra-One landed lightly, not even looking at the corpses.
"...."
And the chakras kept moving.
Across the USJ...
The spinning Chakra blades tore through the battlefield, weaving between disaster zones like sentient weapons.
In the fire zone, a villain's flamethrower was sliced clean in half—weapon falling uselessly to the ground.
In the mountain zone, a quirk-enhanced brute lost the arm he was swinging—screaming as it hit the rocks.
In the flood zone, a blade skimmed the surface of the water and knocked out three villains in a single pass, carving through armor and muscle alike.
Not random but controlled.
Every strike was surgical.
Weapons dismantled, Hands severed.
Villains screamed, dropped, fled.
Some collapsed clutching wounds that refused to close.
The chakras looped one final time through the USJ—
Then snapped back to Ra-One's hands, dissolving into drifting red cubes.
Silence fell in pockets across the battlefield.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Students stared this scene in silence.
Teachers froze for a heartbeat.
Even All Might paused mid-motion, eyes widening slightly while muttering.
"…Incredible,"
Tomura stared at the aftermath.
At his scattered forces. At the bodies. At the weapons on the ground.
His breathing turned erratic.
-Huff -Huff
"…No…"
He whispered not able to believe what happened before his eyes.
This wasn't chaos he planned.
This was domination of a single individual who was dismantling their forces like they were some flies.
Kurogiri's mist churned violently he had tried several times to teleport those chakras but their tricky movement has gave him a headache and hard time to predict their destination.
"Tomura, our forces are collapsing—"
He turned to Shigaraki tensing up looking back at the ra-one who was looking stright back at them with a red gleam of his visors under his hood.
Shigaraki's hands clenched his eyes behind the palm of hand sticked to his face he glared at Ra-One across the battlefield.
"…That hero, Why was he so broken. Its unfair..."
He hissed, scratching until blood ran down his neck.
-Scratch -Scratch
Ra-One vanished. Not blurred. Not dashed.
-BAM!!!
He was simply gone—the ground beneath his feet detonating as he crossed the distance in a heartbeat, space screaming as his abnormal speed tore through the USJ.
Tomura's eyes widened and his grin flattered.
"KUROGIRI—!"
Kurogiri reacted instantly, black mist surging forward, a warp portal beginning to open right in front of Ra-One's incoming punch—ready to redirect the blow back at him.
But—
CLANG—!
A steel cable snapped tight.
Kurogiri's body jerked violently backward as Aizawa's capture weapon wrapped around the iron grid embedded in his neck.
"Not this time,"
Aizawa said coldly as he yanked hard.
"...."
Kurogiri was ripped off balance, the half-formed portal collapsing mid-creation with a violent distortion.
Before Kurogiri could stabilize—
A gloved finger pressed lightly against his neck.
Thirteen stood inches away.
"...."
Her voice was calm but measured and deadly as she said.
"Don't move,If you try to warp again, I'll erase you."
The air around her finger warped inward, gravity tightening into a silent, invisible point as her warning continued.
"Even mist has mass, And if I intend it—"
The pressure increased on Kurogiri's neck.
"—my black hole will swallow you and turn what's left into nothing."
Kurogiri froze and his body stiffened.
For the first time, his composure cracked.
"…Understood,"
He said carefully choosing his word as he felt the pressure.
Tomura staggered back a step.
"...."
His escape route—gone.
His shield—neutralized.
His grin faltered as Ra-One skidded to a stop directly in front of him, boots cracking the ground.
Creeeeaaaakkk!
The red eyes behind the mask burned.
"You're out of tricks,"
Ra-One said calmly looking down at Shigaraki who snarled, scratching at his neck violently.
-Scratch -Scratch
"Tch—! You think this ends anything?!"
Ra-One cocked his head slightly.
"No, But it ends this."
All Might stepped up behind him, massive presence locking Shigaraki in from the other side as his shadow fell over Shigaraki.
While Aizawa tightened his hold on Kurogiri along with Thirteen held steady.
Shigaraki breath started to become increase as she as taking deep breath.
-Huff -Huff.
Heroes standing before him united and prepared.
"...."
Shigaraki looked around wildly as if he was in a very bad dream of his.
For the first time since stepping through that portal—He wasn't excited.
He was cornered about all his fantasy of killing All-Might.
And the USJ, once meant to be a graveyard for heroes, had become a trap that snapped shut around the villains instead.
Tomura took a sharp breath—
-Huff -Huff
Then lunged his hands outstretched and fingers spread wide.
"DIE—!"
He slammed his palm against the hero emblem at the center of Ra-One's chest,
Expecting his decay quirk surging instinctively—Nothing happened.
"...."
No crumbling. No disintegration. No reaction at all.
Tomura froze for a second then his head snapped sideways.
"…What?"
Aizawa stood there—feet planted, scarf taut, eyes glowing red, hair floating as if gravity itself had loosened its grip on him.
Erasure.
"Tch—! Eraser Head—!"
Tomura cursed but he didn't get another second.
Tiny red Brahmāstra cubes burst from Ra-One's armor, swarming Tomura's limbs with mechanical precision.
They snapped together—
CLACK.
A heavy energy handcuff locked his wrists.
CLACK.
Another bound his ankles.
The restraints linked together, forcing Tomura to his knees, joints locked, movement completely denied.
"...."
Ra-One released him without ceremony as he warned Tomura calmly.
"Stay,"
Tomura struggled once—then stopped.
"…Damn it."
Ra-One turned towards Kurogiri who was still immobilized—Aizawa's capture weapon tight, Thirteen's finger steady at his neck.
Red cubes moved again.
In seconds, another set of Brahmāstra restraints formed, locking around Kurogiri's torso and arms.
The effect was immediate.
The black mist dissipated.
The warp field collapsed.
And for the first time—There was a body. A real one.
Which everyone present could see.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Aizawa's breath caught.
Thirteen's eyes went wide.
Present Mic—who had just arrived with backup—froze mid-step.
"…No way,"
He whispered in disbelief.
Before them stood a man.
Sky blue hair, scarred face. Features burned into memory.
Aizawa's voice came out hoarse.
"…Impossible."
Present Mic staggered forward a step as his voice cracked.
"N-No—That's—"
Thirteen covered her mouth.
"I thought he died…"
Ra-One spoke quietly.
"Because you were told he did."
The name fell into the silence like a gravestone.
Oboro Shirakumo.
Aizawa's knees almost buckled.
"...."
"…Oboro,"
He whispered looking at Kurogiri in disbelief.
Their best friend. Their teammate. Their laughter.
Gone—Dead Or so they believed.
Present Mic clenched his fists, shaking.
"They… turned him into this? There is no way he became a villain willingly."
He hissed, voice breaking with fury.
Ra-One's red eyes dimmed slightly—with gravity of the situation and spoke.
"Yes, And he's been trapped inside that mist ever since."
Around them, the USJ was finally quiet.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Villains restrained while students were safe.
But this—
This revelation cut deeper than any battle.
Aizawa bowed his head, eyes still glowing, refusing to blink—as if afraid that if he did, Oboro would disappear again.
"…We're bringing him back, If there is single one percent chance..."
Not as a question.
As a promise as present mic joined him.
And Ra-One stood with them—
"...."
Silent. Unmoving.
Because some victories didn't feel like wins.
The battlefield had gone quiet.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Sirens echoed in the distance as police teams began cataloging the fallen Nomu, photographing remains, sealing samples—treating them like hazardous waste rather than living things.
Ra-One stepped closer to All Might, his voice deliberately low.
"We shouldn't hand these two over, Not to the police. Not to the government."
All Might didn't respond immediately.
"...."
While Rudra continued with his point.
"Too many eyes, Too many leaks. If All For One still has loyalists—and he does—then official custody isn't secure custody."
He glanced toward the restrained figures.
Kurogiri lay unconscious, bound and human once more for now.
Tomura Shigaraki, however, was very much awake.
Glowering. Pure, undiluted hatred burned in his eyes.
"...."
Rudra followed All Might's gaze as he added quietly.
"…And look at him, That hatred isn't random. There's a connection here. I don't know what it is yet—but it's personal."
All Might felt it then as he was stunned by the words he just heard.
That stare. Not fear. Not rage alone.
"...."
Recognition. All Might's smile faded completely.
For a long moment, he said nothing—only studied Tomura's face, the way his hands trembled, the way his jaw clenched like he was biting back years of pain.
"…You're right,"
All Might finally said as he looked at Tomura who snarled under his breath, eyes never leaving him.
All Might straightened, resolve settling in his posture.
"There is a place, Off the books. Known only to a handful of people I trust."
Rudra turned slightly.
"Secure?"
"As secure as it gets,"
All Might replied while placing his fist in his chest telling how confident he is.
"And suitable for interrogation—without interference."
He paused, then added more softly.
"If there's a truth tying this boy to me… I need to hear it myself."
Rudra nodded once.
-Nod
"Then we move them quietly."
Across the field, Aizawa tightened his grip on Oboro's restraints, jaw set.
Present Mic stood frozen, grief and fury mixing behind his glasses.
All Might stepped away from the chaos and into a quiet, cordoned-off area where emergency lights washed the walls in red and blue.
Waiting for him was the head of the police task force, a man he knew well—not a close friend, but a trusted acquaintance forged through years of crises, cover-ups, and impossible decisions.
They didn't shake hands.
They didn't smile. They talked.
For nearly half an hour...
All Might explained—carefully.
Not everything. Not names like All For One. Not the deeper history.
But enough about the mindless monsters that weren't just villains but weapons.
About leaks in the system.
About how certain prisoners would never make it to trial if handled publicly.
About how today's arrests were not the end—but the beginning of something far more dangerous.
The police chief listened in silence, arms crossed, jaw tight and finally spoke.
"...."
"You're asking me, to look the other way."
All Might shook his head.
"I'm asking you,"
He corrected gently,
"to protect the country by not trusting the process this time. Its too complicated... We can't afford to lose them. The lead to him..."
Another long pause.
"...."
Sirens wailed outside.
Finally, the chief exhaled slowly as he spoke.
"…I'll log them as transferred under my authority, Sealed records. No digital trail beyond my office."
He looked All Might straight in the eye.
"But understand this—once you take them, they're under your supervision. If something goes wrong, it comes back to you."
All Might nodded without hesitation.
-Nod
"I accept that."
The police chief gave a short, grim nod in return.
-Nod
"Then get them out of here, Before someone starts asking the wrong questions."
All Might turned to leave.
At the doorway, the chief spoke once more—quietly.
"…Whatever this is, Toshinori… be careful."
All Might paused, then smiled faintly over his shoulder.
"I always am,"
All Might returned nearly half an hour later.
The noise of sirens and cleanup had dulled into background static by then.
Officers were still cataloging the remains of the Nomu, sealing samples, asking questions that no one here intended to fully answer.
All Might stopped in front of Rudra as he said quietly.
"They'll allow it, We take custody of both of them."
Rudra studied his face.
"Conditions?"
"They stay under his supervision,"
All Might replied while turned to look at the chief who was talking to his fellow cops.
"Until we're done. No transfers. No committees."
Rudra nodded he could tell Allmight and the police chief knew each other.
-Nod
"That's acceptable."
Before anything more could be said, footsteps approached.
-Thud. -Thud.
-Thud. -Thud.
Aizawa, Present Mic and Thirteen approached them, they didn't ask.
They didn't hesitate.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Present Mic's voice was tight.
"We're in."
As Thirteen nodded at his words.
"Whatever this turns into… we're not leaving him behind."
Aizawa didn't speak at first.
He simply looked at the restrained form of Kurogiri—no, Oboro—then at All Might and finally spoke.
"There's no way, we stand aside and let this be handled by strangers."
All Might closed his eyes for a moment then sighed.
-Sigh
"…Alright, But this stays small. Quiet."
No one argued.
All Might bent down and lifted both prisoners with ease—Tomura slung over one shoulder, Kurogiri over the other.
Tomura laughed weakly, breath ragged as he muttered.
-Hahaha!!!
"Heh… so this is what it feels like,"
As All Might turned to leave—
Tomura suddenly pressed his palm flat against All Might's chest.
-PAK!
Hard, Desperate and Vigorous.
For a heartbeat—
"...."
"...."
"...."
Everyone froze as if anyone didn't know who Tomura was or what his quirk did, the scene would have looked absurd.
Almost obscene.
But they all knew.
He was trying to use decay quirk on him but nothing happened.
The cuffs are blocking his quirk usage.
The silence shattered into shock.
"…He's insane,"
Present Mic muttered while controlling those dark words from being uttered from his words and anger Allmight.
-PAK! -PAK!
Tomura snarled, teeth bared, eyes burning with hatred as he pressed again—harder—until All Might's uniform creased under the force.
"…DIE,"
Tomura hissed in annoyance.
All Might didn't flinch as he spoke calmly.
"That won't work,"
Then—He jumped.
The ground exploded beneath his feet as All Might launched himself upward, smashing straight through the USJ dome in a thunderous burst of shattered concrete and steel.
The sky opened above them.
In a single bound, All Might vanished into the clouds—carrying the past, the present, and a dangerous future on his shoulders.
The Old, Run-Down Bar...
The machinery whined.
Inside the life-support capsule, All For One stiffened.
"...."
Something was wrong.
Deeply wrong.
He could feel it.
Two familiar presences—Not gone. Not dead.
But… absent.
As if their quirks had been forcibly silenced, crushed so completely it was like they had never existed in the first place.
"…That's impossible,"
He murmured in confusion.
Suppression was one thing.
Erasure was temporary.
But this—
This felt like containment on a conceptual level.
All For One's fingers twitched inside the capsule.
The wires keeping him stable strained as he forced his consciousness outward, eyes narrowing as he spoke to himself calmly.
-Frown
"Something went wrong at U.A., Something… unprecedented."
He didn't know what.
But he knew who it involved or guessed who was it.
Ra-One.
That name surfaced immediately.
With effort, All For One shifted just enough to face the small television mounted across the room.
A remote floated toward him—drawn by telekinetic force—and clicked on.
Static.
Then regular programming.
Minutes passed... Five... Eight... Ten....
Nothing. No breaking alerts. No chaos.
'They're controlling the narrative or the news haven't got the news yet,'
He realized while thinking about the possibilities which must have happened.
Then—
The news finally cut in.
"—breaking report. Earlier today, a group of villains attempted to attack U.A. High School students during an off-campus training exercise. Thanks to swift hero response, the attackers were captured. Authorities confirm the suspects have been transported to a maximum-security prison for interrogation."
Footage rolled as it showed blurry shots. Covered bodies.
Nomu remains. No names. No faces.
All For One watched silently as he muttered.
"...."
"…So that's the story,"
His mind worked instantly.
'If the public believes they were transferred…Then Tomura and Kurogiri are already inside.'
A prison which is controlled guarded. Predictable.
Good. Or so he thought.
He leaned back as much as the capsule allowed, lips curling slightly inside the oxygen mask.
"It seems I underestimated them, But prisons,"
He continued calmly,
"are temporary inconveniences. Especially when they don't know who they're really holding."
And for the first time in years—
All For One was making plans based on incorrect information.
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