A New Perspective

Now, knowing what I did about the canon USJ incident, where should I go now? Does it even matter, seeing as almost half this timeline's Class 1-A is almost completely different? Would anyone even need my help even after I buffed them prior to separating?

I did some mental calculations and came to the conclusion that my buffs would probably dissipate only after everything was settled. It'd been less than ten minutes since we got off the bus and twenty minutes was the current time limit. Unless of course, I reset all the existing buffs on a person with any additional cast; praise Boon.

With all those facts layed out, I looked to the center of the USJ, where Aizawa was still mopping the floor with fodder villains. He didn't look like he needed any help, but with Shigaraki already starting to scratch his neck like it owed him money, I preemptively switched to my Saboteur Paradigm.

'Slow, Deprotect,' I casted twice for the only two villains present that might pose a threat to a buffed up Aizawa; Shigaraki and the Nomu.

That alone should buy me around ten minutes to go check on the others.

First, I changed Paradigms to arm myself with a sword and then once more to start teleporting around before I found myself in the Conflagration Zone.

Surprisingly, I found Inasa by his lonesome not using his Quirk. Not that he was struggling, he was clearly making good use of the buffs I'd casted on him. It was just surprising to see him throw down like a martial arts master.

"Dazega," I casted, stun-locking all the villains in my sight and before they recovered, Inasa had punch or kicked them into unconsciousness.

"THANKS FOR THE ASSIST," he sounded like his normal self.

"No problem," I started, "just… why didn't you use your Quirk? You could have either cleaned up the villains faster or escaped effortlessly if you just used Whirlwind."

"Wind and fire," he became deadly serious, "don't mix well. A single miscalculation on my part could be lethal."

"Fair enough," I shrugged my shoulders. "Anyways, I already sent Tsuyu and Yui back to the entrance after we took care of the villains in the Flood Zone. You want to go join them and help Thirteen, or..."

He took off before I could even give him the chance to follow me….

Anyways, less than a minute elapsed since I left the Flood Zone and I was quickly approaching the Mountain Zone. However, it seemed like I wasn't at all needed as Momo and Camie were working in tandem better than I could ever have imagined.

Camie used gauntlets that must have been created by Momo, while Momo herself used a staff, and from a distance it looked like the villains were willingly letting themselves be used as punching bags. Yet, as I approached, Camie's Glamour started affecting me and I saw something truly horrifying.

"And people complain that my Quirk is overpowered," I couldn't help but mumble as I shook my head.

Camie's Glamour was manifesting illusions of at least a dozen clones, both of herself and Momo, that disoriented the villains around them. In and of itself, such an ability might not sound like much; just another application of her Quirk. Yet, because Glamour produced both auditory and visual illusions, it was practically impossible for most people to distinguish reality from fiction.

The illusions were entirely in Camie's control, so it became practically impossible for the villains to hit them if she willed it. Thus, the villains were in a nightmarish situation where their own minds were fighting against them and they could only wait for the real versions of Momo or Camie to put them out of their misery; to knock them out, not kill them…

"Fam, you mind lend us a hand?" Camie asked as she dodged a villain's attempt to grab her and swept at their legs.

"Hmm… Because you asked nicely," I hummed.

"Painga," Immediately, all the villains without exception stopped moving.

"It baffles me that at times, you dare claim others' Quirks are overpowered," Momo turned to me and said.

"I mean, they are, though." I paused, before adding, "Just not as overpowered as mine."

"You said one word and instantly ended the fight, homie," Camie said.

"So I have crowd control skills. Big whoop," I said before pointing at Camie. "Your Quirk affects me, so in theory, there's a chance you could actually beat me. And you," I pointed at Momo, "you can create… anything, right? Need I say more?"

Not giving her the chance to retort, I quickly added, "Actually, there is something I think I should say. Er… Could you, like, make sleeping gas or something to knock these guys out? Being inflicted with Pain will only stop them from moving for the next couple minutes; tops."

The three of us started walking away as Momo made a grenade like canister and threw it at the dozens of immobilized villains. The sound of air rapidly escaping rang for a second, and, like flies, the villains started dropping to the ground.

"Yeah, being able to make those whenever you want is totally not overpowered," I teased.

"Overpowered or not, I wouldn't have been able to use that if you hadn't stopped them in the first place," Momo snorted and turned to look the other way.

"Anyways, I think I'm going to check out the Ruin Zone before returning to the—" The sudden materialization of a glacier coming from the Ruin Zone stopped me in my tracks.

"Well, never mind then," I grumbled as Camie laughed without reservation at my expense and Momo tried to hide her giggling by covering her mouth.

...

'What the actual fuck...' I thought, quickly snapping my head in all directions as it felt like my whole body turned to jelly; movement restrained, and body like glass. Even my Anti-Symbol of Peace Nomu looks like it's been hit by some sort of cursed debuff.

Eraserhead is actually putting up a fight against it!

"Kurogiri," the misty bastard better have some good news—

"Shigaraki Tomura," he said, causing a vein to threaten bursting on my forehead.

What good will come by telling everyone exactly who has been failing spectacularly since they launched an ambush against All Might? It'd be one thing if we at least had the upper hand, but our fucking trump card is being handled by underground miniboss of a hero!

"Is Thirteen dead?" I asked, somehow finding the strength within to ignore the overwhelming desire to tear his already-gaseous body to nothingness.

"She is incapacitated, but one of the students managed to get past me."

That was it; the final straw, if you will. If I didn't kill something at that very moment, Kurogiri would fall victim to my urges, and I to the stupidity of my actions. So, I averted my gaze and came across a wannabe hero trying and failing miserably at hiding while she waited for an opportunity to sneak attack us.

"Kurogiri..." I hissed, almost insane after all the losses I'd taken in the last five or so minutes, "Don't look, but there's a girl hiding behind the building about a dozen meters southeast from me. Get me behind her."

So, he did, with a black warp gate.

He got me where I wanted and now nothing would stop me from—

"Ah!" The girl's horrified screeching was music to my ears. That final tense note before her life literally crumbled away.

It always did satisfy me hearing it. Though… this time, it just continued.

Why was she still screaming?

Why hadn't she died?

Why did she suddenly stop when I still kept my death grip tight against her throat?

I suddenly felt something on my offending arm and then…

Pain.

"Gah! What the fuck," I swiped my remaining functional arm at whatever it was that just crushed my other arm.

But it was caught? By a different wannabe hero?!

I'm not sure what happened, but one moment I was looking at an unfazed green-haired brat and in the next, I was looking at the USJ's dome of a ceiling.

"You know, before that stunt you just tried to pull off, a small part of me was actually inclined to try helping you," I sat myself up and saw the green-haired kid from before say as he slowly approached.

"Now," his eyes looked down on me like I was some sort of insignificant insect, as a cruel smile formed on his face, "I think I'll settle for simply sowing as much chaos as possible."

"Oi, kid," I recognized those eyes, "I thought you wannabes were trying to become heroes? Is that how heroes nowadays act? When upset they make threats?" I said, trying to bide for as much time as possible.

Fuck, that kid hits like a truck...

"I don't know about others, Tenko Shimura," he smiled a knowing and smug smile, "but I do whatever I want."

"You..." I had no words.

That name hasn't been uttered to me in over a decade...

"Want to know a secret?" Something about the boy's tone told me that I would not like whatever it is he had to say. But, I was so at a loss for being called by that name, that I didn't respond.

"All for One, your sensei, has been using you, manipulating you, since he learned about one particular ancestor of yours," the boy said with the confidence of someone reciting from a fact book. "He's never cared about you. Only what you represent and how big of a blow the fact that he's been raising you in his image will bring to All Might."

"You're just talking out of your ass," I barked. Obviously, this kid shouldn't know anything about his relationship with Sensei. "Why would All Might care more if Sensei raised me and not another."

"Your grandmother, Nana Shimura, was like a mother to All Might, early on in the man's hero career. She was killed by All for One and All Might thinks that he returned the favor six or so years ago. But both of us know that centuries old demon is still kicking to this day.

Wouldn't it be just his style to take the grandson of one of the most important people to All Might and raise him up to be the one to inevitably deal the final blow? Now, this is just my thoughts, but I'd go so far as to bet All for One organized for you to have Decay and you know… the hands on your costume..."

How did he know?! How much truth is there to his words?!

I felt like I was having a mental breakdown.

Some kid comes out of nowhere and talks to me like he's read my autobiography. He talks about Sensei and raises… plausible points, I can't deny. But I can't accept it either!

Sensei was the only one to look after me after those bum-fuck heroes and citizens ignored me at my worst. Sensei was the only one to smile and praise me for my Quirk when others looked at me with disgust. Sensei has been the one providing food, water, shelter, and even training. Sensei… is like a father to me…

He was more so than my actual biological father. The memories alone reignite the hatred I felt for my current situation.

But, could Sensei have decided to pick me up only because Nana-baasan was important to All Might? I had to consider...

Could he have given me Decay? His Quirk said it all...

Was he the type of person to manipulate things such that a child would end up massacring their family? He was the Underground Emperor in his heyday for doing anything and everything in his power to take over Japan when Quirks first arose. He said so himself...

It tears my heart, burns my soul, and drains my life to consider it… But this is All for One I'm pondering over, and I can't honestly claim that he wouldn't go to that level to get back at All Might.