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Chapter 50: Burning the Rulebook
🕑 Added 2025-07-14 16:17:07 +0000 UTC“Text” – Normal speech
‘Text’ – Thought
“Text” – Quirk Spirit speaking in the human world
“Text” - Attack
“Text” – Radio/Communication lines
“Text” – None Japanese speech
(text) – Subtext/meaning behind a spoken word
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Despite having no clear details on the nature of the crisis hitting Musutafu, Dean Nezu moved fast. Canceling the Sports Festival, he quickly moved to establish effective command and communication; having seen the list of pros who were in attendance, he had his staff quickly contact many of them for help as others, including members of his staff, rushed out to get transport into the town proper to confront the threat.
Present Mic, however, remained even as Eraser and Midnight both left, for he was an ideal choice for aiding things there. "As many of you must know, some stuff is going down in town. We don't have any details right now, but we're already working on getting them and putting this mess to bed. Don't worry, though! We've got plenty of pros here to help keep you all safe, so please just follow our instructions, and you'll be A-okay!”
As he spoke, Inversal was already on the line with the Hero Commission and local police, trying to help build up a picture of things, which was proving to be a challenge as something had knocked out power in town, taking out phones and the radio as well. So they needed to wait for additional personnel to arrive with fresh, untouched equipment, forcing them to rely on news feeds, with some choppers already being contacted to act as their eyes in the sky.
“Attention, students!” Cementoss, who had remained while Midnight rushed away, addressed the competitors still on the field. "There is an unconfirmed mass villain attack in town, and we need you all to follow me to a safety zone."
“Was it a League?” Tsunotori asked, to which their teacher shook his head.
“We don’t know,” He replied. However, he could see how many were getting nervous about this, and for good reason, considering their last encounter with these villains. Still, he had a job to do. “Please just remain calm.”
As he led them off the pitch and into the well-lit corridors of the stadium, the students weren't without questions. “Why would they attack?” Shishida asked, as this just didn't make sense to him. In fact, even the USJ was something of a mystery. They went with plans to slay All Might, yet couldn't even handle them.
“They most likely guessed that U.A. proper would be too hard a mark, but with all eyes here…” Tokage surmised, frowning as she could see the evil genius in that move. Made all the worse as most pros coming in would be here.
“Bastards, can’t we do anything?” Tetsutetsu asked, as they had gone up against those villains once and managed to beat them back. This time, they would be able to-
Yaoyorozu calmed him before he could rush off. "I'm afraid not. We don't have licenses. Besides, we don't even know what's happening. Rushing in head first without a plan could just make things worse." Not to say she didn't feel annoyed that they were being treated like civilians, but she had to remain practical about things, and just having good quirks and a couple of weeks of training wouldn't be enough.
The group wasn't happy with this for multiple reasons. Shinso wondered how insane those in the hero course were for wanting to jump into this. At the same time, Furasu just held onto Kirishima and Midoriya, terrified about an attack hitting the school, to which both assured her it wasn't possible, downplaying the fact it was because whatever this was had chosen a spot with the least amount of cover.
When they met the rest of the students, they saw familiar faces like Power Loader and Supercharge, along with a couple of heroes who had been here to scout talent. They helped get them all through a giant metallic gate. It wasn't the only one; through others, they could see hundreds of spectators being guided.
“Underground?” Aoyama asked, seeing a wide set of stairs on the other side of the gate.
“Correct, in preparation for this year’s events, we redid our security protocols. One of which was designing and constructing several interlinked reinforced underground bunkers. We need not worry about the power or air, as we built them with several redundancies.” Power Loader replied, as they had learned their lesson from the USJ and ensured everything had at least 3 back-ups, all hooked into different electrical grids powered by different energy sources. And he had made sure it would be shielded from another electrical interference quirk.
“Is that Endeavour?” Todoroki shot his head to the side, where, much to his dismay, he could see his father, the man looking as pleasant as always, as he looked over the mass of people as they were led away from the surface.
“What is he doing here?” Uraraka asked as she would have thought he had been sent off to help with what was going on.
"I would imagine the Dean asked him to remain here in case something happened," Iida noted, as perhaps they had sent All Might instead. It would make sense that they'll want to split the two top pros, just in case.
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‘What is going on?’ Among the stands, people remained. Despite the stadium having dozens of large, wide entrances for people to pass through, a facility built for over 100,000 people just couldn't be emptied in minutes. Inko could see that it was the people closest to the entrances who went first, and like water in a sink, the rest followed. However, as she and many VIPs were in the skybox, it would take time for them to get attention.
If this were any other situation, she would find it ironic that those who paid the most to be here weren't the first ones to be evacuated. But she focused more on the news. She had gotten the alert the same as everyone else and now watched helplessly as the city she had lived in for years, where she had many great memories, was being destroyed by…she couldn't even tell, and it wasn't like reporters flying over the carnage knew either.
‘Oh no…this…this is horrible!’ She gasped as she saw parts of town she had known, where people she knew lived and worked, in the middle of the chaos. Explosions continued to rock the place, and waves and bursts of blue flames spread, engulfing whole buildings and releasing so much smoke that the choppers had to fly carefully, or else they risked damage and crashing.
“Mam, we should move.” Her security urged her to move, gesturing to the door where a hero stood.
“Y-yes, yes, of course.” She quickly grabbed her handbag and walked out with her two bodyguards. The hallway already had other VIPs and just a couple of heroes acting as their guides. As they moved, someone asked where they were going, and they were informed to an underground shelter until they got the all-clear. The stadium and U.A. proper weren't in danger, but they erred on the side of caution.
Many were confused about this. Why is this? Why would someone attack Musutafu? Wouldn’t it make sense to strike at U.A. again? What did it prove by striking at a peaceful city when you must have known you wouldn’t have a fight? That you were ruthless? That you liked killing?
“Wait…why is this happening? What could be the reason for…” Inko didn't know, but something about that didn't sit right with her. Villains were one of 2 types, as far as she knew. The prideful who wanted to fight heroes and other villains for one reason or another. And the desperate who chose crime because they believed, however reasonable, they had no choice if they wished to survive.
Neither would do something like this. Still, she wouldn't get any information from the heroes here, even if they knew what was happening. She was just the civilian mother of a student—an influential one, but a civilian nonetheless.
But she did have a means to get that information. Exiting the news page, she entered her contacts and quickly selected the number she wanted. Pulling her phone to her ear, she didn't need to wait longer than three rings for the receiver to pick up. “Fujiwara?”
“Oh, thank goodness! We were getting worried here! We just saw the news and thought things had already spread to U.A.” The young woman whose Inko she's known for years was out of work today, but she imagined she and the rest had gathered in the waiting area with snacks as they often did during the Festival to watch things.
"Not yet, dear. It seems that the heroes are doing a good job here. Listen, I need to know: Who do we have covering Musutafu?” she asked as if they could speak to their agent on the ground; perhaps she could get a clearer picture of things.
Fujiwara hummed as she considered it. “Hmm, well, I don't know. It's a pretty low-level place, so it's typically for noobs and people who want an easier beat. I can check for you if you like.”
"Please do; call me when you get an answer," Inko requested. The shark heteromorph confirmed she would and cut the call, giving Inko the chance to dial another number and press call.
“Saiko.”
“Ms. Midoriya?” Intelli asked over the phone, surprised to be getting called at a time like this.
“Please, dear, call me Inko. At the rate you're going, you'll be my daughter-in-law in only a few years." She couldn't help but tease the poor girl, who no doubt went red at the comment, but Inko pushed on with things. “Where are you?”
“We're in zone 4. They're moving us towards a path that says leads to a shelter," Saiko replied. Inko asked her guard which zone they were heading towards and was told it was zone 5. That was good; it wasn't too far.
"Get here instead. We might need to talk, and it'll be best if we're close. I'm sending you our location," Inko told her.
“I’ll see what I can do on my part," Saiko replied. Inko cut the call and quickly sent Saiko her location details. Her phone was equipped with a high-end tracker for situations just like this. She contemplated calling her son as well, but she wasn't sure he would have his phone when he had been out on the field when this happened, so she just sighed and put her phone back in her handbag.
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Eraser was grateful that the grounds outside the stadium were largely vacant when the Festival was in full swing. Only those who manned the dozens of stalls remained. Thus, the only real-time sink was the pros running around to confirm that the robots hadn't been wrong when they claimed they had completed the exterior evacuation. He didn't doubt, but when it came to life, it paid to overprepare and overdo and not need it, then under, and well…he was just happy that nothing happened.
It's a good thing, too, as when Nezu called for an evacuation to the shelters, the security protocols kicked him. Any means to enter the stadium had been sealed by blast doors, with even windows sealed as the site switched to an in-house power plant. Getting through with their staff passes was slow, an intentional move as Nezu, from his place in the central security room, had to greenlight each.
Glancing around, he spotted Midnight, All Might, Thirteen, Ms. Joke, and several other heroes. All of which were characteristically restless. Some hid it better than others, but a subtle fact about any dedicated hero was that they struggled to remain still when there was trouble, fighting the urge to jump into the fray.
He was no different, as he kept griping and toying with his scarf. All Might was the worst. The man no doubt wished to jump back into town and get to smashing whoever or whatever was causing this mayhem, but he held back, and Eraser couldn't blame him for his struggle not to rush off.
From their place near the now sealed entrance to the stadium, they could hear the faint explosions echoing in the distance and see smoke plumes rising into the air.
A lot of smoke.
Eraser slid closer to him, watching the guest heroes present. "How much time do you have?"
“Nearly the full 3 hours. Nezu had been clear about me handling things on the way to work today.” All Might replied, having taken to his hero form when he left the teacher's booth.
Eraser nodded. "Good. It wouldn't have been ideal if you weren't on call for this; it would raise too many questions." It was easy enough with the USJ, as they just played off All Might having been called away for a task at the last minute and, like them, unaware for most of the incident.
But this?
No way in hell anyone would buy any reason why All Might wasn’t seen. Nor could they keep him at the stadium as he would need to be seen by the people inside.
“Here they come!” Kamui Woods called out as their reason for remaining rather than rushing into town made themselves known. A small group of helicopters, marked as belonging to the police, bared the logo of the hero commission.
They hadn't even touched them before the pros moved, opening their doors to allow them entry. Once one was full, it took off in the direction of town. Eraser found himself seated with Thirteen and All Might, the large man taking up two seats, but none complained as this wasn't meant to be a comfortable ride.
“What do we know about things?” Eraser went straight to the point.
The commission agent assigned to them, wearing a clean suit with a hardened, no-nonsense look, shook her head. "Not much. We got reports of what seem to be terrorist bombs going off, but others say it's a villain or villain's quirk."
“You can’t be clearer?” All Might asked, as the more information they had, the better.
"Afraid not. We don't know what is happening, but it's messed up. BE warned, it could be some sort of airborne trigger variant, affecting even animals who could have been quirked." She informed them, which was a worrying prospect, as shouldn't they pull back and wait for hazmat? Last thing anyone needed was quirks like Thirteen, Mt. Lady or Midnight's going out of control.
“Highly unlikely,” Nezu said via their earpieces. While animals can develop quirks, I've already heard reports of entire flocks of birds succumbing. The odds that each member of those flocks had quirks are microscopic.”
“Yeah, I figured, as even if this was the airborne trigger or something else, it's not affecting everyone. But we can't figure out any pattern, so be the lookout for that.” In Midnight's chopper, the commission agent spoke up. However, their lack of information didn't relieve them of their caution and misgivings.
Thirteen asked, focusing on why they were being sent in: "How are evacuations going?"
"As well as you can expect when you're short-stuffed, overwhelmed, and have no Goddamn idea what's going on or why someone just exploded." One of the pilots replied. All Might didn’t like the comment, as it reminded him of days long gone, a past he had worked so hard to ensure would remain there.
Was this All for One? Was he trying to rebuild that period of chaos and death? For what purpose? He was a monster, yes, but one with that sort of absolute control. It wasn't his style to unleash havoc like this, not without some deeper purpose, but what could that be?! Was U.A. their target? Even if they brought another one of those…Nomu, they hadn't left the place unguarded; in fact, Dean Nezu had gone against the commission orders and only sent half as many pros as they requested for fear that the stadium, filled with a large town's worth of people, could be a target.
Glancing towards Thirteen and Eraser, he couldn't get a read on any of them, but he was sure they had to be thinking the same things as he was. He just hoped that whatever this was, they'd be ready for it.
Conversations during the 2-minute ride toward their destination were sparse and related only to their tasks. Without reliable information on who, what, where, or how many threats they were facing, they would need to split into 3 main teams.
Their jobs would be to search for and recover anyone they could find and subdue any villains they found. They were also to establish pick-up zones in a plaza, a park, and a shopping center. These were all chosen because it should be easier for additional help to arrive via the roads and because they were far enough away from fires to not risk the helicopters, which could be called to make numerous trips.
As they grew closer, the true scope of things dawned on them. Already, buildings across the city center were reduced to twisted metal, rubble, and still burning skeletons. Below, the streets looked as if a tornado filled with rock and blades had torn through. In its wake, they sported destruction and bodies. Vehicles, many of which seemed seemingly untouched but had been, choked the roads as their occupants fled on foot from the terror that had fallen over the area.
All Might had to bite his lip when he saw what seemed to have been a group of survivors huddled beneath a fractured awning. Still, all were laid out on the floor, the reason for that being the arm of one of them, a young woman, which had sprouted jagged, crystalline tendrils and had ripped through them, the unwilling weapon of this madness, starring at the sky with vacant eyes. He wished to rush down and help, to get her to safety, but nearly 40 years of experience told him it was a lost cause.
Thirteen needed to take a steady breath when she spotted the remains of a man. However, she couldn't be sure, considering she just saw his legs splayed out, blood, guts, and what seemed to be smoke and residue from an explosion surrounded him. As well as the bodies of several others who had been caught in the blast of the human bomb. Was he part of this, or just another innocent whose quirk went out of control? She didn't know.
Sporadic explosions still punctuated the scene, and giant lakes of fire slowly spread through the area. Eraser noted that it seemed like the violence and chaos were heading towards their drop-off points, at times avoiding easier paths; that was enough for him and the rest to realize this was very much intentional. And it made them loathe who orchestrated it all the more.
"We're coming up on your drop point. We got reports of what could be a villain in the area; you guys know what to do!" Eraser focused on the scenes beneath him, planning how to handle things once on the ground. He hadn't intended to look at the pilot as he spoke, as the man was sure focused on avoiding the taller buildings and smoke.
But he did look, and when he did, he saw something speeding towards them.
“Look out!” Eraser yelled at the pilots, who both looked confused until that thing slammed into them. The crew and pros abroad yelled as they heard the sound of steel tearing, an engine crackling and dying, and small explosions. Their commission agent was nearly thrown out the door if not for All Might grabbing her arm and pulling her close to his chest.
“What the-?” The pilot pulled at the control sticks but got no response. As alerts and alarms sounded, it was like everything was dead!
"The hell just happened? We've lost our main rotor! You guys get off now!" The co-pilot yelled as they spiraled out of control and would soon crash into a building.
“Not without you all,” All Might yelled as Eraser quickly acted, without words or instructions; he grabbed everyone in his capture scarf and held on tight so All Might could grab him and Thirteen. “Hang on!” The symbol of peace warned as he jumped out of the falling helicopter, managing to land on the charred, bloody street with little issue as the chopper crashed further ahead, having the side effect of causing the 9-storey building it slammed into to collapse onto the street.
“Are you all right?” All Might asked as Eraser released his capture scarf.
“Somehow.” The pilot gave a thumbs up, needing a moment to comprehend what happened.
“Thanks for that, All Might. But what just happened? We steered clear of the smoke, but that felt like he ran into a building.” His co-pilot asked, acting as if he hadn't seen what…wait, he hadn't, had he? But Eraser did, but what difference was between them?
He could think of one, but he didn’t like it.
“You guys good? We saw the chopper go down?” Mt. Lady called out over the radio, the now grounded group looking up but not seeing where the others were, most likely they had reached their drop sites.
"We're fine, a little worse for wear, but we're still standing. Just keep to your tasks!" All Might called out, getting confirmations from the rest before they decided to continue.
"Just be careful. This entire thing…it's way too screwed to be mere chance." Eraser said, praying that he was wrong, that his assumption was just him jumping to conclusions.
“Believe me, we know.” All Might replied as they moved. They didn't rush, as planned drop point or not; they still made sure to check every corner, every building, everybody that couldn't be someone they could save. But as time passed, they found a soul alive.
"We're about seven blocks from where the villain was spotted. This area should be clear…" One of the pilots started as he reached to check for a pulse on a teenager, a kid just a little younger than his nephew. But he found nothing. “We should keep moving.” He closed the kid's eyes, laid his hands on his chest, and went to join the rest.
"You two should stick to the center. You'll handle anyone we find who needs medical attention. We'll guard you." Thirteen spoke up, trying to distract herself from the hell that was all around them, the smell of ash thick in the air.
“Good plan.” As they shifted into the new position, with All Might remaining on point, they heard clapping.
Such a sound, so out of place in the situation, immediately put them all on guard. The pilots lacked weapons but raised their firsts while Thirteen popped a finger cap, Eraser gripped at his scarf, ready for action, while All Might flexed his arms, those hands having enough force to bring a building down if need be.
“Well, what do we have here?” The clapping continued as a man walked out from the corner. All Might and 2 other heroes immediately scanned him over. Tall, pale-skinned, seemingly in his 20s. Shaggy pitch-black hair, blue eyes, and patches of gnarled, wrinkled purple skin, possibly from past burns that were crudely stapled to his form.
He didn't wear anything fancy, but they immediately knew he was dangerous from his actions and the look in his eyes. “I overdid it, didn’t I?” The man sighed, not disappointed in his involvement in this but in making it too big. What the hell was he talking about?
“Freeze!” All Might called out to him, but the man didn't hear him.
"I was expecting Endeavour to show up with how much he loves action. Oh well, not like I'm a lucky person to begin with." The man continued to speak, ignoring them, which they had just enough of. They didn't know who he was or why he was here, but they'd get their information out of him when this was all said and done.
“Eraser.” Thirteen called out, as she was getting bad vibes from this one. He wasn’t the sort of villain that’ll go quietly.
"Already on it." Eraser flashed his quirk, locking onto the man as his capture scarf raced forward, entangling the man and pinning his arms to his side.
"Oh, I was told about you." That seemed to finally get his attention as the dark-haired man smiled at them, his face near splitting with how hard those staples strained. But their attention went to the fact that his hands were still lit up, bright blue flames coating both his hands before his entire body burst into flames. Aizawa was left stunned by this, as his capture weapon burned so fast that the villain only needed to flex to discard the rest.
Even through the blue blaze coating the man, they could see his insane grin. "Nice to see it was all BS." He sent a giant blast of blue flames towards them.
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“Mommy, where are you? It hurts so bad!"
“Someone help; I can’t find my son!”
"I can't move; someone gets this car off me!"
As they landed, despite her worries about that grumpy Eraser, Midnight would put her faith in him to handle things. What she could do was focus on the people she could help. Moving on from the plaza area, it wasn't hard to spot many people in need immediately.
It might have overwhelmed a newbie or even a pro with a weaker heart. Still, Midnight had seen some terrible things in her time and resolved to always help even a little, so she sprung into action along with the rest and, at present, was comforting 2 children she had pulled out of a car. Their presumed father was being cared for by Ms. Joke, who rippled the damaged door off and gently pulled the wounded man out. "There, that was a real slippery spot, wasn't it? You're safe now. Just stick with me, and we'll get that arm patched up. It's good as new."
After checking them over, she found that they only had minor scarps. Still, she carried both all the way to the plaza, where they were put into the chopper along with others. As the chopper took off to deliver them out of this disaster zone, she returned to the field.
“Hey hero…please, I…my friend, we were out drinking and…” She saw someone standing dazed outside what looked like a bar, his clothes dirty and bloody. Still, it seemed more like he had a concussion than anything else or was just in shock, considering half the building had already collapsed; luckily, there were no signs of a fire.
“Where?” She approached the man, who nodded absentmindedly as he gestured inside.
“In there, near the back…” She didn't need more as she ventured in, and while she found others, they were all gone. The man she was looking for was big, nearly as big as Vlad, and mainly fat than muscle, but he was breathing. It was a strain, as she was certainly not a power type, but lucky for her, she was able to rouse him, and he could walk, albeit needing help, out of the building.
"It's not the best time, but since you can both walk, why don't you head to the rally point? A chopper will wait to pick up people and get them out." She pointed down the road, which was lit up to help other survivors need help.
“Midnight, we need some help here!” someone called out, and Midnight rushed over to help them as they treated some wounded civilians.
“There’s an elderly couple trapped on the 4th floor; we need people to get them down!" I aided the team sent into the dangerously unstable building, locating the wounded couple, and helped them out in the nick of time as the building collapsed behind them.
“When will the hospital be able to receive patients? We can’t keep handling cases in the field.” Midnight, now covered in dirt and dust, she asked one of the police who they had found on site; the man looked worse off than she did, and despite it having only been 20 minutes since things started, he looked like he had been working for well over four hours, given how spiritually drained he was.
Using what knowledge he had of first aid from the police academy, the man changed out some bloody bandages across the torso of his partner. The man had been nearly mauled to death by a giant stone-covered rat. "It was one of the spots hit; they're barely able to care for themselves, much less new patients. We’ll need to fly people over to the nearest other facility, but that’ll take 20 minutes at best.”
That was good, as the local hospital was one of the best in the country—not as good as Central, but certainly in the top 5. It also housed over 2000 beds, which other hospitals would often rely on when they couldn't handle things. If it was down, then the load on the rest could cripple the system. "Are any more helicopters coming in?" she asked.
“I heard that another 2 dozen are on their way, but at this rate…” A local bartender she knew, being one of the few men who hadn't hit on her at a time point, as the one who replied he jogged on by, carrying bottled water and towers he grabbed from his place.
“We’ll do what we can; these people need us." Midnight assured the man, who looked unsure but could see the determination in her eyes and chose to believe her. It was better than giving in to the chaos. Chaos seemed to want to instill further dread in them as they heard a crash, followed by a car being crushed.
“Again?” Someone whimpered, holding onto the closest person.
“It’s the villains, they’re coming back!”
“What, but how-?!” Midnight didn't listen to that. She focused on the fact that where the people were looking wasn't where the threat was; the threat slithered down the road. Taking the form of a giant snake, its body bulging, parts swelling as they would burst, sending explosive force at whatever happened to be on that side.
People only reacted to that, and the fact that she had worn those special contacts clued her into what was happening.
“Get the people out of here, I’ll lure it away.” Midnight pulled her whip out and faced off against the monster she had no business fighting.
"Are you insane? You can-!" Death Arms, perhaps a better pick, if only disqualified by the fact he wouldn’t even know what he was hitting, tried to stop her.
"We need someone with your strength to carry as many wounded people as possible. Kamui Woods, Mt. Lady, and even All Might are all busy at their locations. We work with what we have.” She reminded him, shooting him what she hoped was a seductive look, not one that showed her fear.
“Don’t worry about me, I’m mastered fighting villains in these heels.”
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Within their shelter, Inko sat next to Saiko, the girl, and her friends had managed to get into the same area as her. They knew she worked for the woman and hadn't seen anything wrong when she asked to speak with her in private. As they discussed things, Inko got a call from her assistant. “Ms. Midoriya…”
“Fujiwara?” Inko immediately feared she was right, as the typically jovial and upbeat Fujiwara sounded concerned and a little scared.
“Mam, I checked the registry and Danjou should be handling things that side but…” Fujiwara started but paused to gather herself. “I can’t contact him. His phone just going to voicemail.” Inko frowned, as she wouldn't say she ran a tight ship, as that wasn't what it was. But she liked to believe that the people she worked with were dependable. Even if things were bad, she knew Danjou surely would have called by now if she had not sent a text.
That was if he could.
“Mam? Ms. Midoriya?”
“Fujiwara, I think you know what happened to him.” Inko sighed, her shoulders slumping as she could already dread the phone call. If she recalled the name and face, Danjou was a serious but well-meaning man. Studying to be a defense lawyer, he…. had 2 little sisters he cared for. Now, what was she to tell them?
“But…but this isn't possible; there's never been an incident like this!” Fujiwara asked, panic bleeding through her words.
“That just means we’re on the back foot. Do we have anyone else in the area?” Inko asked, gesturing for Saiko to pull out her phone and go to the maps app.
As she did that, Fujiwara scrolled through the files on her head. “There's Shindo and Yoarashi; both were in town for the festival.” Neither should have been on duty, but they’ll be well suited for this. “Shindo GPS puts him around the east side of town, and Yoarashi should be closer to U.A.”
"Knowing them, they may already be acting, but just in case, send the order out. I'll try to handle things here." Inko replied, wishing the girl well before she hung up and turned to Saiko.
“How bad?” The younger woman didn’t mince her words.
“Worse case we’ve ever seen. This…this could be a massing of Shishihas or a Shishiha controlling a group of Gekihas.” Inko’s response sent a chill down Saiko’s spine.
“That…is unusual, and even if one were to find that many, how would they control that many? And why? Not a single spirit we’ve spoken to as any issues with this town, certainly not enough to kill.” Intelli remarked as this went against all that they knew or all that they thought they knew.
“That is something we would like to ask you.” Both turned to the side, and Nezu approached them
, accompanied by two of his staff.
"Dean," Inko uttered.
“I’ll cut to the chase; we have reports from our staff in the field that quirk spirits are attacking, and we need the means to handle them before they cause more damage." Nezu requested as time was of the essence.
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Another Sunday evening, and like last week, I'm fully rested. I even got in a couple of hours of ZZZ earlier as I'm so fucking behind on my games; I need to make more time for them, and with no commissions this Friday or upload for Thursday, I might just get that wish.
Now, as you all read in that last chapter…well, shit hit the fan hard. Now, I understand why the Festival remains…largely unchanged in fanfics, as it's an important building block, but that only applies if you're following a similar script. I've made it clear, if only in the previous chapter, how much I am not doing that. If canon has it that most shit happens in a single year, then why not have a similar insane pace and events packed into this? After all, I’ve introduced the concept of MHA Hollows, so wouldn’t they cause issues?
Also, this is the 50th chapter of this story, which feels like a pretty big milestone for me. So, it seems fitting that it will be celebrated in an event that will not be easily forgotten in the story.
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And now, Dabi's found his opponents and has proven immune to Erasure, which you know what that means, while Midnight handles a beast only she can see and yet can't hurt.
