WAR! Part 2

An air cannon shot out, pushing Izuku away from the giant crater as AFO began to float out.

The air was thick with dust and malice. AFO loomed before Izuku, his grotesque form shifting like a writhing mass of stolen power.

Izuku stood amidst the wreckage, his emerald eyes cold, calculating. His body ached, but he didn't falter. 60% of One For All surged through him, arcs of lightning crackling off his skin. Playful Cloud spun in his grip, its sheer presence a testament to his monstrous strength.

AFO chuckled, his voice a vile rasp. "You remind me of him, you know. The same arrogance, the same naivety. Do you really think you can kill me, boy?"

Izuku exhaled sharply. "No." His fingers flexed around Playful Cloud, tightening just enough. "But I can make you wish I did." His eyes narrowed down with hatred.

Without warning, he vanished. AFO's eyes widened— Presence Sense pinged off in a hundred different directions at once.

Izuku was everywhere.

A blur to the left—a feint.

A flicker above—Smokescreen.

A step forward—an after image .

Then—impact.

Playful Cloud caved into AFO's ribs with a thunderous crack, sending the villain hurtling through layers of concrete. Before AFO could recover, Izuku was already there, fist cocked back.

BOOM!

AFO barely raised a shield of condensed air before Izuku's punch shattered it like brittle glass.

"You're quick," AFO admitted, his voice steady despite the blood trickling from his mask.

Izuku tilted his head. "You're old. You should be dead. I can fix that."

AFO lunged, tendrils of pure malice whipping out.

Izuku clenched his fist.

AFO is not the only one with strong tendrils.

He twisted midair, letting them graze past as he retaliated—Blackwhip snapped out, wrapping around AFO's ankle. He yanked down with everything, slamming the villain into the ground hard enough to make the earth quake.

AFO coughed, but he was already adapting, quirks shifting, stacking, optimizing.

Izuku knew that. So he used deception

"You missed something," Izuku said, grinning in a knowing look.

AFO's eyes darted to his own hands, suspicion creeping in. Had he failed to block an attack? Was there poison in the air? Was he under an illusion?

That moment of hesitation was all Izuku needed.

He buried his knee into AFO's skull.

The battlefield shook. The villain's head snapped back, mask cracking. Izuku landed, panting, eyes sharp.

"You're clever," AFO admitted, voice darker now. "But deception only works once."

Izuku grinned, Playful Cloud resting on his shoulder.

"I'm going to enjoy this soooo much."

Izuku charged again like a freight train, using a whopping 80% of OFA combined with a 20% boost and forcing the villain at the defensive again.

===

Endeavor landed with a heavy thud, his eyes blazing in fury.

"WHERE IS HE?!" he asked with barely contained rage.

"Shoto is at the infirmary. He's safe." Sir Nighteye answered as he adjusted his glasses, the light reflecting on them to hide his expression.

"Why didn't you tell me! My son could have been killed!!" he barked angrily.

Why was he angry at Nighteye? Well, the man told him about an attack was coming but never when and where, he only informed him to stay in contact with him.

He never told him that his son was a target.

He had remained with his family to protect them, never expecting that to be a mistake.

The man who can see the future gave him a half-assed warning under the excuse of not interfering with time.

"You can't change the future, this course of action is the best course possible, trust me I saw it."

"Bullshit. My son is heavily bleeding and almost got killed, I will never forgive you for this!"

"... Be it as it may, we must go to All Might next."

"You...!"

"Gentlemen, gentlemen," Hawks landed with a drawl, few feathers hovering at his side.

"Let's not fight, okie? We have to save the people inside this school first," he clamped his hands with a smile.

"..." X2

"I'm going to see my son."

"You are not. You must be with All Might within the next 7 minutes, it is your best future."

"To hell with you and the future, I need to give him my blood! He lost too much!!"

"He'll live." Nighteye fixed his hair. "Your duty is to assist All Might."

"Endeavor, as much as I understand your concerns, I'm with him on this one," Hawks patted his shoulder, face showing a serious gaze.

"If Shoto is injured beyond repair..." he narrowed his eyes to a glare, fure dancing over his eyes.

"If you don't help All Might, everyone inside this place will die, including your son!" Nighteye directly lost his temper and shouted angrily.

"..."

"Hawks."

"Right."

The two flew away towards All Might and Nezu.

As for Nighteye? He gazed at his watch, as if he was awaiting something.

===

Unknown Location – Villains' Hideout

The damp air was heavy with mildew and dust. Rusted pipes dripped in the background. The only source of light was a single flickering bulb swinging overhead, casting erratic shadows across the cracked concrete walls.

In the center of the room, Inko Midoriya sat, bound to a rusted chair. Her wrists and ankles were shackled with thick, industrial-grade cuffs, but her posture remained calm. Unshaken.

Across from her, Shigaraki stood, staring.

No, not staring—waiting. Expecting something.

Fear.

Begging.

Desperation.

But all he got was a patient, unimpressed gaze.

The silence stretched until Shigaraki let out a sharp, irritated sound. His shoulders tensed as his fingers twitched at his sides. Four fingers hovered dangerously close to his palm.

"Tch… You're a lot calmer than I thought you'd be."

Inko blinked at him, tilting her head. "Should I be screaming?"

Shigaraki's eye twitched. "Most people would be."

Inko hummed, as if considering it. "I'm sure they would. But most people don't know my son the way I do."

A muscle in Shigaraki's jaw tightened. "You really think that kid is going to save you?"

"I don't think." Inko's gaze sharpened. "I know."

The villain's fingers flexed, his nails scratching along the side of his hand. "Hah. You sound so sure. You act like he's unstoppable."

Inko's lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "You act like he isn't."

Shigaraki froze.

For a moment—just a moment—there was something in his eyes. Something that flashed between anger, frustration, and something more fragile. Doubt.

He hid it fast, but Inko saw it.

And she pressed.

"You're scared of him, aren't you?" she asked, her voice gentle, but piercing.

Shigaraki scoffed. "Me? Scared of that stupid hero wannabe?"

"Yes." Inko's tone never wavered. "Because you know you can't break him. And worse?" She tilted her head slightly. "You know he's better than you."

Shigaraki's face twisted.

"Shut up."

"He's stronger, faster, and more determined than you could ever be," she continued, her eyes locking onto his like steel pins. "You think you've suffered? You think you're the only one who's had pain? Izuku has had to fight for everything—every breath, every step. And yet, he still chooses to be better than you."

Shigaraki's fingers curled further in.

"Shut up."

But Inko didn't.

"You throw tantrums and call them revolutions," she said, her voice cutting like a blade. "You pretend you're chasing freedom, but all you're doing is running from the truth."

She leaned forward slightly, eyes gleaming.

"The truth that he's better than you'll ever hope to be."

Inko leaned back. "You're pathetic, Tomura Shigaraki."

CRACK

Shigaraki's breath hitched. His entire body tensed as his teeth clenched hard enough to grind. The room suddenly felt hot, the flickering light overhead making his shadow loom larger.

"I said—"

Then—he moved.

Faster than she expected, his hand shot out and grabbed her face.

But—only four fingers.

Not five.

Not enough to decay.

Not enough to kill.

Just enough to silence.

Inko's words died in her throat, but her eyes still burned with defiance, she held her eyes from watering.

Shigaraki's hands shook. His breathing was ragged, uneven, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts he didn't want.

He should have killed her. He wanted to kill her. Didn't he?

Then why—why didn't he?

His fingers twitched against her skin. His nails dug in slightly, but still—not enough.

Why couldn't he do it?

Simple.

He can't. The price would be too heavy.

Inko Midoriya. The bargaining chip to obtain OFA.

She is merely a tool for them, something that can be used for his masters' own benefit.

Yet...

Why did she look at him like that? Like she had already won?

Why did she look at him like he was—

—small?

"Tch…!" Shigaraki shoved her back violently, his hands ripping away from her as if burned.

Inko coughed but never looked away.

Never blinked.

Never backed down.

Shigaraki turned sharply, his breath still uneven, his hands still trembling. He stormed toward the exit, refusing to look at her again.

"Kurogiri," he snapped.

The mist warped beside him, forming into the ever-composed figure of his caretaker.

"Silence her."

Kurogiri inclined his head, the dark void shifting as he stepped forward.

And as a swirling, suffocating portal consumed Inko into cold, absolute silence, her piercing green eyes remained fixed on his figure until she was swallowed whole.

Enraged, Shigaraki Tomura decayed multiple things as he exploded in a fit of impudent rage.

===

Izuku sent a barrage of attacks, his staff blurring as he attacked with the intent to kill.

"You think you can kill me?! You think you can put me down?! Countless before you tried, none succeeded!"

All For One's twisted grin widened as his monstrous arm swelled, his stolen power stacking into something beyond comprehension.

"I'm the DEMON KING, brat. A child like you cannot HOPE to defeat me."

His voice rumbled with cold malice, putting an impregnable shield around his body.

"WHERE IS SHE?! TELL ME!!!" Izuku bombarded the shield with vengeful violence.

"Strength Enhancement. Gigantification. Impact Boost. Shock Accumulation. Muscle Augmentation. Reinforced Tendons. Hyper Reflexes. Boost Glide. Zero-Drag."

His limb crackled, distortions forming in the air as the sheer force warped reality itself.

"Shockwave Amplifier. Plasma Discharge. Compressed Air Cannon. Black Lightning. Flame Burst. Gravity Crush. Air Distortion."

The ground splintered beneath him, a crater forming from the sheer pressure of the attack yet to be unleashed.

"Titan Skin. Pain Suppression. High-Speed Regeneration. Bloodlust Wave. Adrenaline Overclock. Danger Sense Suppression."

The shield exploded outward, pushing Izuku back.

AFO's arm pulled back, glowing with unstable energy, a hurricane of destruction spiraling around it.

Then, with a final, guttural roar—

"DIE, IZUKU MIDORIYA!"

He swung his arm forward.

DUM DUM DUM DUM DUM DUM! DUM! DUM! DUM!

[King Engine Activated].

Izuku's expression turned feral and primal, the mere definition of blocking or dodging was thrown out of the window.

Right now, Izuku just wanted to kill him.

He landed and met it head on, unleashing 130% combined with 20% boost of OFA combined with the destructive power of Playful Cloud.

His arm turned purple as his body exploded forward to meet the attack head on, he was so fast that the ground turned into lava from the force.

The attacks collided into a miniature nuke.

"GALAXY IMPACT!!!"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!

The clouds in the sky directly split into a myriad of colors, the earth shattering under the heavy impact as a giant mushroom of fire rose up from the produced friction of the attacks.

U. S. J. got completely leveled down. The entire makeshift city got destroyed beyond repair as if a natural disaster struck it down with gods' fury.

The heat and powerful wind cooked everything within 2 kilometer radius, turning everything into a scorching hell.