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[A-HERO NEWS LIVE — Final Transmission Before Retreat]

"This is Aya Narukami reporting from A-Hero News, airborne above the battlefield. Just moments ago, the entity known as 'Enrai' issued a clear command: 'Leave. Assist the others. This battle is not one you can witness up close.' And with that, every remaining hero and student evacuated. No objections. The very ground beneath them told them this clash wasn't meant for mortal eyes."

"We've officially begun aerial withdrawal. Hero Command has authorized drone coverage only—our choppers are pulling back. We leave the skies to the drones now. May they survive this chaos."

"To our viewers, brace yourselves.."

[The Abandoned Arena]

The arena was silent. Not due to peace, but because everything that could scream had already gone quiet.

Not a bird. Not a breath of wind. Just silence—and two silhouettes at its center.

Enrai.

Six-foot-seven of volcanic calm. His golden-red aura bled into the atmosphere like an eclipsed sun, drifting behind him with a slow, regal flare. Dust rose in his wake. His expression was unreadable, yet regal—a warrior who had walked wars across worlds.

The Apocalypse.

Almost Eleven foot of otherworldly might. Black-blue glinstone pulsed beneath its pale, mutated skin. Its breathing was silent but heavy, and though it stood motionless, the earth trembled beneath its toes. Energy flickered around its shoulders like smoke-choked shadows, distorting the very space it occupied.

The wind swirled between them.

And then—

Enrai moved.

Not fast. Just forward.

His stride was heavy. Measured. It echoed like judgment.

The Apocalypse didn't attack. It stood, waiting. For the first time, perhaps in its existence, it respected the ritual of battle. This was no ambush. No mindless assault.

This was sovereign war.

Enrai stopped.

The two stood an arm's length apart.

A smirk.

Then—

Enrai's right fist launched forward.

The Apocalypse's left met it.

When their fists met, the world convulsed.

A crater formed beneath them instantly—not cracked, but sunken, as if the earth submitted to the weight of their power. Dust burst outward in all directions, propelled by the violent wave of compressed energy. Rocks didn't shatter—they vaporized. Debris rolled like paper across the ground. Nearby ruins collapsed. The air screamed.

The two didn't move. Locked. Locked in a contest of force.

But then, Enrai pivoted.

His left hand whipped sideways and grasped two enormous fragments of the stadium's collapsed upper ring—each the size of a truck. With the precision of a trained executioner, he slammed them inward, trapping the Apocalypse between them like a collapsing tomb.

BOOM.

Stone thundered into place. Enrai backed off as dust billowed.

For a moment, there was only silence.

Then—

A low, furious rumble.

And—

"RRRRAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH!!"

The boulders exploded outward, pulverized into airborne ash. The Apocalypse surged forth, untouched, aura now flaring like spectral flame. Its growl wasn't bestial. It was intelligent rage.

Before Enrai could reposition—

The Apocalypse grabbed his leg.

Spinning with inhuman velocity, it launched Enrai upward like a cyclone of fury. The warrior's body blurred against the sky, golden aura trailing like a comet.

The Apocalypse took a stance.

Then, it opened its maw.

And fired.

The sky lit up with a single, focused beam of condensed glinstone energy imbued with plasma beam from a quirk. It tore through the clouds like a divine lance, humming with frequencies no man could hear. The beam struck Enrai mid-air—

And detonated.

KRRRRRRRROOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!

Enrai had crossed both arms, bracing for impact. The light swallowed him whole. A moment later, the sound arrived—a bass thunderclap that rattled the hollow stadium's skeleton. Debris rained from above. The beam pierced the sky in a column of blue and silver fire.

Smoke blanketed the heavens.

The Apocalypse stood still, head slightly tilted upward, watching.

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[Hero News – Drone Audio Recording Recovered]

"Beam fired… impact confirmed… Subject Enrai is… unknown. The energy output exceeded initial readings. Wait—wait—hold."

"We're picking something up—energy spike. Golden-red."

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And then—

A faint hum. A shimmer of gold.

The beam had cleared.

From the smoke, drifting down with grace, his arms still raised in guard, was Enrai.

Clothes torn. Chest bruised. But alive. Radiating.

Enrai hovered mid-air—his golden-red aura swirling like a supernova in slow motion. It wasn't fire, it wasn't lightning. It was something deeper, older—like the very concept of gravity and fire had fused into a divine mantle. His torn-shirt fluttered in the storm winds his presence created, boots dirtied with ash and ruin, but his eyes—those burning eyes—remained locked onto his target.

The eerie black-blue aura below began to rise again, unnaturally. It bled upward like smoke drawn in reverse. Then came the sound—low, vibrating, not a roar but a frequency—an unspoken curse. The Apocalypse shifted. Its massive arms twitched, and its mouth cracked open in a grin of jagged stone and sinew.

It leapt.

Fists collided again, but this time faster—blurring past the limits of human perception. The shockwaves of their exchanges carved out concentric craters beneath their feet. The air itself split into jagged ripples as red and blue lights wove into a chaotic spiral.

Even the Drones struggled to track them.

Enrai twisted in the air, golden aura flowing behind him like the tail of a comet. His fists met the Apocalypse's in a spiralling exchange—each punch a thunderclap, each movement reshaping the land beneath them. The students had long fled. The heroes had retreated. And yet, here in the ruin, the two titans danced in combat.

Suddenly, Enrai weaved between a burst of glinstone claws and countered with a vicious uppercut—his fist catching the creature's jaw and staggering its mountainous head backward. Before the beast could recover, Enrai's foot spun out in a crushing rib kick that echoed like a gong of doom.

The Apocalypse was flung back. It crashed into the stadium wall with such force that slabs of stone the size of trucks were pulverized. Dust swallowed the world.

But Enrai wasn't finished.

He didn't wait.

In an instant—arms crossed—he rocketed through the dust like a bullet of fire. Both feet planted firmly onto the creature's stomach, driving into its core like piledrivers. The stadium wall exploded behind the Apocalypse. It was sent flying—out of the arena entirely.

Then came the pull.

Enrai extended a single arm. The gravitational pulse ripped through the debris-laden air. The Apocalypse, mid-flight, jerked back—like the world itself had yanked its leash. In less than a second, the beast was slammed back into the crater at Enrai's feet.

The ground erupted.

A crown of shattered earth rose around them.

Even from miles away, the flash of red and gold was visible.

Even now… the battle had only begun.

[Musutafu City – Just Beyond the UA Stadium]

The skyline was marred with plumes of smoke, sirens wailing across every district, a cacophony of destruction following the Nomu and villain horde that had swarmed outwards like a plague from the stadium's collapse. Roads were split. Buildings cracked open like hollowed shells. Panic reigned.

Yet amid this chaos, flickers of defiance began to shine.

Class 1-B's Kendo, her sleeves ripped and face dirtied, shouted as she charged a hulking Nomu holding three civilians hostage. 

"Everyone, get them to safety! I'll hold him off!"

"Don't play hero alone, Kendo!" yelled Tetsutetsu, arriving from the side with his iron skin gleaming as he punched the Nomu square in the jaw, sending it skidding across the asphalt.

Elsewhere, Shiketsu High's Camie swirled illusions to mislead a gang of villains, disorienting them just long enough for Inasa Yoarashi to sweep through with a cyclone of compressed wind, slamming them into walls.

"No mercy for those who hurt civilians! We hold the line!"

In the ruins of a supermarket turned battleground, Iida dashed back and forth with uncanny speed, evacuating trapped children.

"Keep calm! Prioritize the vulnerable! These people need us now more than ever!"

Momo Yaoyorozu, atop a crushed bus, generated barricades from her arms while rallying students from various schools.

"Coordinate! Rescue, suppress, and recover in rotations! Keep your heads—Enrai-sensei is buying us this chance!"

The villains had started to get cocky. With the stadium shaking in the background and much of the city in chaos, they prowled the streets like wolves in heat. Some grinned as they circled terrified civilians—especially targeting schoolgirls and women with leering, vulgar language.

A deafening crash echoed—an apartment block started to fall. Screams erupted as debris thundered downward toward a mother shielding her daughter. The crowd shrieked and covered their eyes.

"NOOO!"

"Look at these little dolls, shaking in fear-" one villain laughed, licking his lips.

"Bet the heroes taught ya how to fight, but not how to scream!"

A female villain in a blood-stained hoodie taunted a young girl hiding behind a makeshift barricade.

"Come out, princess. We're all just dying to play." Another howled in laughter, tossing debris like confetti. "Ain't no Symbol of Peace gonna save you this time!"

But then… he spoke.

A golden light. A symbol. A legend.

"Daijoubu… naze nara… WATASHI GA KITA!!!"

The dust cleared. Standing beneath the wreckage, holding the fallen structure aloft with bleeding arms and defiant eyes—was All Might.

Civilians stared in disbelief. Then, tears. Then, a thunderous cheer.

"ALL MIGHTOOOO!!!"

A stillness fell.

As the dust settled, the golden silhouette of All Might holding up an entire building shut every mouth. Endeavor's flames ignited the street like the wrath of a god. Mirko cracked her knuckles with a grin that spelled death. Behind them stood the elite—bruised, bloodied, but back.

Suddenly, the vulgar bravado of the villains curdled into a pit of terror. One dropped his knife. Another began backing away muttering, "N-no… this wasn't supposed to happen…" The bloodstained woman with horns from before? She bolted—tripping over herself in fear, shrieking like a child. That same mouth that mocked, now begging for mercy.

Hope had returned—and it wore capes.

Behind them, Endeavor, arm singed but fists clenched, ignited the street with a blazing wall to halt charging villains.

"Don't you dare lay a finger on them. We're far from done."

Best Jeanist, Mirko, Edgeshot, and the battered elite emerged behind them like risen gods, bruised but unbroken.

[A/N: After being healed by recovery girl , they rushed to the protect the civilians]

[HERO NEWS NETWORK – LIVE BROADCAST]

Camera shakes from the helicopter, hovering above the city.

"—This is unbelievable! I repeat—ALL MIGHT has appeared in Musutafu City and saved civilians from a collapsing high-rise!"

"We're getting confirmation: PRO HEROES have returned to the field! ENDEAVOR, BEST JEANIST, and others are engaging hostile forces!"

Another voice breaks in, eyes wide behind the screen:

"We're seeing students from every major academy working together—UA, Shiketsu, Ketsubutsu—all showing unprecedented coordination in this nationwide disaster!"

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[Location: UA Temporary Command Center, Musutafu City]

The dust had settled in Musutafu. The battlefield around the stadium was still scarred and trembling from the echoes of the titanic duel between Enrai and Apocalypse, but for now… the city stood.

Inside the UA Temporary Command Center, a war room of sorts had been rapidly established. Large digital screens displayed red-marked city zones, communication lines buzzed constantly, and a heavy silence weighed in the air—until a sharp BEEP rang through.

Principal Nezu's voice, urgent and grave, broke through.

"To all pro heroes and unit commanders—this is no longer an isolated crisis. Tartarus has officially fallen. Major villain factions have launched coordinated assaults across Japan. Kamino, Osaka, Sapporo, Fukuoka… all are under siege. Each city is requesting backup—immediately."

Gasps and curses rang out from the room. Some heroes dropped to their knees, others punched the walls. It was official—Japan was in flames.

All Might stood in the center, his battered but upright frame illuminated by flickering lights. He listened, eyes sharp. Then, his voice, deep and resolute, cut through the chaos.

"So it begins.."

He turned, looking at the room filled with veterans, rookies, students—all warriors.

"I know we're bruised. I know we're tired. But listen well! Our home—our Japan—has been attacked. Our people cry out for help. And this time, it's not just the duty of pro heroes… it's the duty of every soul who believes in peace!"

His voice surged louder, thundering with old power, shaking the room:

"Students! You've earned your place on this battlefield. You've stood tall when the skies cracked. Now you fight not as learners—but as protectors. The little ones… the helpless… the cities… they need you! And heroes, our experience is the shield they wield. We fight side by side, and we do not falter!"

The energy in the room shifted. Shoulders rose. Eyes sharpened. Pro heroes saluted. Students clenched their fists, hearts ignited.

Shoto Todoroki (Class 1-A):Todoroki's eyes scanned the room, resting on his father, then on the wall-sized map of Japan.

"Villains… they've pushed our country into chaos."He took a breath and stood taller.

"We're not kids anymore. If Dad can stand beside me, then I'll fight beside him. Not as Endeavor's son… but as Shoto Todoroki."

Katsuki Bakugo (Class 1-A):

Bakugo scoffed, but his heart was thudding.

"Tch… finally. No more playing school."His gaze flicked to the destruction around the stadium."We're the frontlines now. I'm done watching. It's about damn time."He cracked his knuckles, grinning."Let's go blow some bastards up."

Fumikage Tokoyami (Class 1-A):

A shadow moved across his face as Dark Shadow whispered, "The hour is upon us."Tokoyami nodded solemnly.

"The night is long, but we are its sword. We answer the call."He bowed his head to All Might."Sensei… we will not shame your legacy."

Momo Yaoyorozu (Class 1-A):Momo felt her heart pounding like a war drum, but she stood straight.

"This is no simulation. Real lives, real stakes."She looked to her classmates, searching their faces."They're scared. I am too… but we must lead. We're heroes now."

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu (Class 1-B)"He clenched his steel fists and grinned wide.

"A whole army of villains? Just means more to punch!"He shouted across the room, "Let's show 'em Class 1-B's guts!"But inside, he whispered to himself,"Don't screw this up. They're counting on us now."

Inasa Yoarashi (Shiketsu High):The wind outside howled, as if calling his name.

"A storm is coming… and I'll meet it head-on!"Inasa saluted All Might with both hands."You were our symbol, All Might… now we'll be the wind that carries your torch!"

Camie Utsushimi (Shiketsu High):

Camie's usual playful demeanour vanished.

"Damn… this is real, huh?"She bit her lip, then forced a smirk."Alright then, villains. Time to see how Shiketsu rolls."

Nejire Hado (Big 3, U.A.):Her bright energy dimmed briefly, the weight of what was coming pressing down.

"So many lives… depending on us."Then she smiled, despite it all.

[Strategic Deployment Begins]

-Kamino Ward – Objective: Overhaul Suppression

-Team Alpha

Leads: All Might , Gran Torino

Support Pros: Fat Gum, Ryukyu , Crimson Riot , Shota Aizawa

Students: Tokoyami, Jirou, Shoji, Kendo (Class 1-B), Kamakiri (Shiketsu High)

A city already known for devastation—Kamino had become a storm of mutated quirk-spawns created by Overhaul's twisted evolution. All Might looked to Tokoyami.

"You've tamed the shadows, now walk through them for the light."

-Osaka – Objective: Re-Destro Engagement

-Team Bravo

Leads: Endeavor, Mirko

Support Pros: Crust, Edgeshot , Sir Nighteye

Students: Todoroki, Iida, Tetsutetsu, Shiozaki, Monoma

Re-Destro had mobilized the remnants of the Meta Liberation Army. Osaka's skyline choked in blue flames and propaganda drones. Endeavor stood beside Todoroki, placing a firm hand on his son's shoulder.

"This is your fire, boy. Let's bring down tyranny together."

-Sapporo – Objective: Contain and Eliminate Nine

-Team Omega

Leads: Hawks (dual deployment via clone), Best Jeanist, Gang Orca

Support Pros: Kamui Woods, Mt. Lady

Students: Midoriya, Bakugo, Yaoyorozu, Kirishima, Sero, Setsuna (1-B), Seiji Shishikura (Shiketsu)

A storm raged around Sapporo. Nine had amplified clones and a lightning dome around the city. Hawks flew overhead as Bakugo barked at Midoriya:

"No holding back, Deku. We crush this freak like real heroes."

Midoriya stood still for a moment, his fists clenched, his eyes fixed on the battered stadium behind them. The thought had been clawing at his mind, louder than the alarms, heavier than the destruction.

"What about Enrai-sensei…?" he finally blurted out, voice tight with worry.

"Will he be alright?"

The room fell silent for a moment. Then came a calm voice—soft, but steady like the foundation of U.A. itself.

-Screen-

Nezu leaned forward, his small figure contrasting the colossal weight of his words.

"Enrai…" he said, eyes narrowing with certainty. "Don't worry about him."

He looked toward the smouldering horizon, where titans clashed in godlike fury.

"He's not someone who needs saving. Trust him."

A faint smile crossed his face, one of deep belief.

"Everything will be fine."

And somehow, in the face of so much chaos—everyone believed him.

[A/N: Many other teams were also deployed across Japan but I've only mentioned the main ones]

[Final Orders]

All Might stood tall again, looking at every brave soul about to walk into fire.

"You are not just heroes. You are the soul of this country. Let the villains see… that no matter the darkness, our light will never die!"

He raised his fist high.

"Minna—PLUS ULTRA!!"

"PLUS ULTRAA!!!!!!!"

The entire room erupted. Teams activated comms. Portals and jets opened. Heroes burst into the sky, and students followed. The war for Japan had begun—and the fire of justice burned brighter than ever.