The U.A. Forest Training Camp [Part 3]

"It's good to see you again, Eraserhead. I missed you, man." 

Aizawa's eyes turned red with anger and perhaps more, as Harbinger's body shattered into glass.

'A clone—?! Where is he?!'

Schlick!

Aizawa felt a strong hand grip around his shoulder, and a sharp, searing pain of something being pierced into him.

He looked down to see a sword shimmering into existence, piercing his stomach.

He turned his head to see Harbinger staring down at him while holding his shoulder as if they were old friends.

"I didn't sense him at all. I couldn't react... is probably what you're thinking, right?"

Eraserhead's eyes widened in shock; he almost thought that the villain in front of him had some sort of mind-reading quirk, before his words finally registered.

"I don't blame you, man. I trained quite a bit while I was away in China."

"Honestly, you should really be quite grateful. I went through all this hard work... just so I could kill you." As Harbinger spoke, he continued moving and twisting the sword embedded in Aizawa's stomach.

The pain was excruciating and unforgiving. Eraserhead wanted to scream, but Aizawa didn't give the villain the pleasure; he bit down the screams in his throat and clenched his jaw, and he glared hatefully at Harbinger. This was the man that has killed so many of his friends and colleagues.

Harbinger let out a wide smile. "There he is... That's the hero I wanted to kill..."

A colourless sword appeared in Harbinger's hand, and he raised his arm, intending to cut through Aizawa like a guillotine. "Well then, I think it's about time we finished this. Don't you agree, Aizawa?—"

But before the blade could fall—

Crack! Boom!

An explosion sounded in his ears, and a flash blurred past him; he felt resistance in his body. And a pool of acid formed around his feet.

Harbinger glanced around, in the moment that he was about to kill Eraserhead, a group of students worked together to stop him. A golden-haired boy blurred past him at great speed, surrounded by lightning.

A boy with red hair blocked his attack, another with black hair bound him with tape, and a boy with wide lips locked him in a bear hug similar to the one Vlad King used on Dabi.

Finally, a young girl with purple skin and horns on her head began melting the skin of his legs and feet with acid. 

"My my, the heroes in training are really growing quite fast. How impressive, indeed."

Despite the situation he was in, Harbinger glanced around him calmly. His eyes trailed the U.A. students. 

"Are you okay, teacher?! You're bleeding!" The lightning boy asked Eraserhead in concern, which the other students mirrored. 

Harbinger almost laughed, 'These kids are really taking their eyes off me? I suppose I should expect such a thing from amateurs.' 

He smiled as his hands moved slightly. 

"Tell you what..." As Harbinger spoke, the students quickly turned their heads, startled. They'd let their guard down. Even for a second, it was too long; they had taken their eyes off the villain.

"If you tell me where the green-haired boy and the engine kid are..." His voice was soft, almost soothing and gentle. But the young heroes were not fooled; they knew exactly what kind of person this Harbinger was.

"I will let you all go. Including Eraserhead." 

The boy with blonde hair almost scoffed. "We should be saying that to you! Don't you realise the kind of position you're in? You don't get to make any demands!" 

"Yeah! You're the one surrounded."

Harbinger let out a small, quiet laugh. Like he was releasing air in his lungs. He turned his gaze to the sky.

But it was then that Aizawa's eyes widened in shock. His heart sank, and his blood turned cold. His gaze snapped upward, following the trail of Harbinger's eyes, and the sight before his eyes made them widen in horror.

He shouted at Sero, Sato, and Kirishima. 

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!!" 

"MOVE! NOW!"

But it didn't matter.

Aizawa tried to activate his quirk, but it was already too late.

A rain of glass swords fell upon the forest. They were glass and colourless, and it was the dead of night. And with the students' attention mostly focused on Eraserhead, they wouldn't have noticed the hundreds and thousands of colourless swords silently being created in the sky.

As the swords rained down, they pierced the students and released Harbinger from his binds, and blood flew in the air.

Harbinger walked in the rain of blood and swords, smiling as the heroes fell around him. And as the rain ended, all that remained were bloodied living corpses.

He picked up one of the swords from the ground, stepping on Rikido Sato as if he were no different from the grass. Piercing his neck as he did so.

The others didn't even have the energy to scream as he killed their classmates one by one. Leaving only Mina Ashido and Eraserhead himself. 

"T-te-teacher... H-help me... I-it... hurts..." 

Aizawa's eyes were soulless, as if he were dead inside. 

"Don't you worry, little one. I will send every one of your friends to you soon." Harbinger said as he grabbed the girl by the horns, yanking her head back and slitting her throat.

He let the girl's body go like a discarded doll. 

Aizawa knelt next to her body, blood dripping onto her as he bled from every orifice.

"There's a familiar sight." 

Harbinger smiled as he sat beside Aizawa. "They died because of you, you know."

Aizawa turned his head slowly and looked at Harbinger with those dead, soulless eyes. Harbinger let out a loud laugh.

"HAHA! Sorry, I really wanted to go that 'you led them to this, route' but I really couldn't bear to give you the credit, man!"

Harbinger's mouth curved into a wide, face-splitting grin. "I lied, bro! They died because of me! HAHAHA AHAAHA HAHAHA!!!!"