I stood at the head of the makeshift command table in U.A.'s training room, a holographic map of Overhaul's underground facility which Hawks aquired was flickering before us. The air was thick with tension, but I couldn't afford to show any signs of doubt. Eri was depending on us.
"Alright, team," I said, meeting the eyes of each hero gathered around the table. "Overhaul's got a tight grip on this operation. We need to move quickly and quietly. Hawks, what's your intel?"
Hawks leaned back casually, his trademark grin contrasting with the seriousness of the mission. "I've got a layout of the facility, but it's heavily guarded. We need to find a way in without alerting the whole place." He tapped a few buttons on the holographic display, highlighting key areas with red circles.
"Right here is the main entrance," he continued. "It's a fortress, heavily secured. But I've identified a service entrance in the back that seems less monitored."
"Fatgum, can your quirk help us get past the guards?" I asked, focusing on his strengths.
"Absolutely," Fatgum replied, his voice booming with enthusiasm. "I can create distractions while we slip through the back. I'll bulk up to draw attention and create some chaos. It'll give you all the cover you need."
"Good. I'll handle the perimeter," Edgeshot added, his tone steady. "I can move swiftly to scout ahead and ensure we're not walking into a trap."
Aizawa, who had been observing silently, finally spoke up. "Let's not forget that Overhaul is a tactical genius. He won't just sit back and let us waltz in. We need to anticipate his moves."
"Agreed," I said, feeling the weight of responsibility settle on my shoulders. "That's why we need to stay in constant communication. No matter what happens, we don't split up. We stick together, and if anyone gets into trouble, we regroup."
I pulled out my guns, focusing on generating quantum energy bullets. "Let's move. We're getting Eri back."
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We gathered our gear and headed out, a mix of adrenaline and determination coursing through our veins. As we arrived at the outskirts of the industrial district, I felt the familiar chill of the night air envelop us. The facility loomed ahead, a stark silhouette against the starlit sky, casting long shadows that felt alive with danger.
Hawks led the way, his wings folded neatly behind him. He signaled us to stay low as we approached the service entrance. The faint sounds of machinery and muffled voices filtered through the cracked door.
"Alright, everyone knows their roles," I whispered, glancing at my teammates. "Fatgum, create the distraction. Aizawa, keep your eyes peeled for any signs of danger."
With a nod, Fatgum stepped forward, his form swelling as he bulked up. "Let's give them something to talk about," he said with a grin. He dashed toward the main entrance, crashing through the front gates with a resounding bang.
"Hey! Intruder!" a guard shouted, scrambling for his radio.
"Now!" I commanded. The rest of us moved swiftly, slipping through the service entrance. Aizawa activated his quirk, using his binding cloth to silence the guards we passed.
Inside, the facility was dimly lit, the flickering lights casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air was thick with tension as we navigated through the labyrinth of hallways. My quantum constructs illuminated the path ahead, providing enough light for us to see without drawing attention.
As we made our way deeper into the facility, I could hear the faint sound of machinery whirring and the clatter of metal against metal. It was unsettling, a constant reminder of the sinister operations taking place within these walls.
Suddenly, a group of guards rounded a corner, their faces illuminated by the glow of their flashlights. "Did you hear that noise?" one of them asked, his brow furrowed in concern.
"Yeah, something's off. Let's check it out," another replied.
I raised my hand, summoning a quantum energy barrier that pulsed with light. "We can't let them alert the others," I whispered. "Fatgum, get ready."
With a nod, Fatgum charged forward, using his bulk to knock the first guard off balance. The guard stumbled, crashing into the wall, while I fired a shot from my handgun, hitting the second guard squarely in the shoulder. He fell to the ground, disarmed and groaning in pain.
"Nice shot!" Hawks exclaimed as he took out another guard with a swift kick.
The remaining guards quickly regrouped, raising their weapons. "We're not going down that easy!" one shouted, but before he could fire, Edgeshot darted in, slicing through the air with precision.
"Keep moving!" Aizawa called, his eyes scanning the area for more threats. "We can't linger here."
As we advanced, I focused on creating more constructs to shield us from incoming fire. My barriers absorbed the impact of bullets, allowing us to push forward without taking any serious hits. We moved in sync, a well-oiled machine as we eliminated the guards in our path.
After dispatching the last guard, we paused to regroup. Breathing heavily, I leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath. "We're making good progress, but we need to be careful. Overhaul's not going to let us waltz in and out. We have to find Eri quickly."
"According to the map, there's a control room ahead," Hawks said, studying the holographic display on his phone. "If we can get there, we might find information on Eri's location."
"Let's do it," I replied. "Edgeshot, scout ahead and keep an eye out for more guards. The rest of us will follow closely behind."
Edgeshot nodded and vanished into the shadows, moving silently down the corridor. The rest of us followed. The atmosphere was tense, each step echoing in the silence as we advanced toward the control room.
Inside the Control Room
As we reached the control room, I felt a surge of anticipation. I pushed the door open, revealing a dimly lit space filled with monitors and equipment. A group of technicians sat at their stations, oblivious to our presence.
"Clear the room," I commanded, my voice firm.
Hawks flew in, swiftly incapacitating the first technician before he could react. The others turned, panic flashing in their eyes.
"Who are you?!" one shouted, reaching for an alarm button.
I raised my gun, the cold metal steady in my grip. "Don't even think about it." My voice was low and steady, leaving no room for defiance.
"We just want information about Eri," I continued. "Where is she?"
The technicians exchanged worried glances, but one of them finally spoke up, his voice shaking. "We don't know! We're just following orders!"
"Then you'll tell us what you do know," Aizawa interjected, his presence commanding. "Start talking."
One technician reluctantly nodded, his hands trembling. "We've been monitoring the high-security facility underground. Overhaul's been moving Eri here for experiments… sometimes testing her quirk to enhance the bullets."
"Where is it?" I pressed, stepping closer.
"Two levels down, through the east corridor. But you'll need a keycard to access it!" he stammered, eyes wide with fear.
"Then we'll take your keycard," Hawks said, reaching forward to snatch it from the technician's pocket. "Now, get out of our way."
With the technicians cleared out, we gathered around the control panel. I studied the map on one of the screens, my heart racing as I marked the location of the underground facility where Eri was being held.
"We have to hurry," I said, feeling the urgency of the moment. "We can't let Overhaul get to her first."
We exited the control room, moving swiftly toward the east corridor. As we descended the stairs, the atmosphere grew heavier, filled with an unsettling mix of anticipation and dread.
Aizawa led the way, his quirk activated and eyes scanning for potential threats. I stayed close behind, ready to use my quantum constructs for protection if needed. Hawks flew behind us, keeping watch from behind, while Fatgum and Edgeshot flanked the sides.
"Stay alert," Aizawa warned as we reached the bottom. "Overhaul could have guards waiting."
The corridor was dark, the air thick with tension. I felt the weight of my responsibility pressing down on me.
As we approached a large steel door marked "Restricted Access," I used the keycard, swiping it against the panel. The door clicked open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with equipment and containment units.
"Overhaul must be using this place for his experiments," I said, my heart racing as we stepped inside.
The room was filled with eerie silence, the only sound being the soft hum of machines. I could see various containment units lining the walls, each one holding strange specimens and materials. It was unsettling.
"Eri!" I called out, my voice echoing in the empty space.
Suddenly, a small voice responded, faint and scared. "Whose there!"
I turned sharply, adrenaline spiking as I followed the sound. There, in a far corner of the room, I spotted her—Eri, a small figure shivering in the corner of a containment unit, her wide eyes filled with fear and confusion.
"Eri!" I rushed to her side, my heart racing. "It's alright, I'm here to get you out."
She looked up at me, relief flooding her features. "You came for me?"
"Of course," I said, gently placing my hand on the glass of the containment unit. "Let me get you out."
"Shiro, we don't have time," Aizawa reminded me, scanning the area for any potential threats. "We need to move."
I quickly accessed the control panel beside the containment unit, my mind racing. It was locked with a biometric scan, and time was of the essence. "I need a way to bypass this!"
Fatgum stepped in, using his strength to force the door open. With a loud clang, the metal creaked and groaned, finally giving way. Eri stumbled out, collapsing into my arms.
"Eri, are you alright?" I asked, kneeling to her level, concern etched across my face.
"I'm okay," she whispered, though her voice trembled. "Just scared."
"Don't worry. We're here now," I assured her, gently squeezing her shoulder. "We're getting you home."
As I turned to lead her out, the lights flickered ominously, and an alarm blared throughout the facility. My heart sank. "We've been compromised!"
"Everyone, we need to move—now!" Aizawa shouted, his voice cutting through the panic. "Fatgum, take the front! Hawks, keep watch from behind!"
We raced back toward the exit, Eri held securely in my arms. My quantum constructs flared to life around us, creating barriers to shield us from incoming fire as guards began to swarm into the corridor.
"Cover fire!" Hawks called, swooping low to distract the guards with a series of quick, agile movements. He landed gracefully, kicking a guard off balance and sending him crashing into the wall.
"Shiro!" Fatgum shouted, his voice booming as he plowed through another group of guards. "We're gonna need a distraction!"
"On it!" I replied, concentrating my energy. I formed a series of energy constructs—blades, barriers, and shields—all glimmering with quantum energy. I hurled them toward the advancing guards, causing chaos in their ranks.
"Let's go!" Aizawa shouted, using his quirk to immobilize a guard as we pushed through the chaos. I glanced back at Eri, her eyes wide with fear but filled with trust.
As we made our way through the facility, I could hear the sound of footsteps echoing behind us. "They're right on our tail!" I shouted. "We have to hurry!"
"Keep moving!" Aizawa urged, leading us toward an exit. The corridor twisted and turned, each corner presenting new threats as guards rushed to intercept us.
Hawks took to the air, providing cover from above. "They're deploying reinforcements!" he called out, his voice tense. "We need to find a way out fast!"
We rounded another corner, and Fatgum slammed into a group of guards, knocking them aside with sheer force. "We can't keep this up forever! Where's the exit?"
"There!" I pointed to a set of double doors at the end of the corridor. "That should lead us to the surface!"
We sprinted toward the exit, my heart pounding in my chest. Eri clung tightly to me, her small frame shaking with each step.
As we reached the doors, I took a moment to catch my breath. "Get ready!" I shouted, pushing the doors open with all my strength.
Outside, the night air hit us like a wave, cool and refreshing. But we weren't out of danger yet. I could hear the distant sounds of engines revving and the screech of tires. Overhaul's men were on our heels.
"Go! Go!" Fatgum urged, shoving the last of the guards aside as we made our escape.
"Where's the rendezvous point?" I shouted, scanning the area for any sign of our team.
"Back at the original drop-off!" Hawks called from above. "We have to move quickly before they catch up!"
With Eri in my arms, I sprinted toward the rendezvous point, my heart racing. I could hear the sounds of pursuit behind us, the shouts of guards growing closer.
"Faster!" Aizawa urged, using his binding cloth to trip another guard trying to cut us off.
Just as we reached the rendezvous point, a vehicle screeched to a halt, and Aizawa gestured for us to get inside. "Get in! We'll cover you!"
I gently set Eri down, ushering her into the vehicle. "You'll be safe now," I assured her, giving her a reassuring smile.
As I climbed in behind her and turned on the vehicle, the vehicle roared to life. Fatgum and Hawks took up positions outside, prepared to fend off any attackers.
"Get out of here!" Hawks shouted, my heart racing as we peeled away from the facility.
Just as we were pulling away, a barrage of gunfire erupted behind us. "Hold on!" I shouted, ducking instinctively.
Hawks swooped down, his wings creating a powerful gust of wind that deflected the incoming shots. "They're relentless!" he shouted, flying next to us as we sped off.
Aizawa activated his quirk, disabling the guards as they attempted to pursue us. "We need to lose them in the city!" he shouted.
As we navigated the streets, the adrenaline began to wear off, replaced by an overwhelming sense of relief. Eri clutched my hand tightly, her small fingers trembling.
"We're safe now," I whispered to her, trying to comfort her.
Fatgum turned in his seat, concern etched across his face. "Eri, are you okay? Did they hurt you?"
"No," she said quietly, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Just… scared."
"You're strong," I told her, giving her a reassuring smile. "You made it through."
As we drove deeper into the city, the tension in the vehicle began to ease. The sounds of the pursuit faded into the background, and we finally had a moment to breathe.
"We did it," I said, glancing at my teammates. "We got Eri back."
Hawks grinned, his usual cockiness returning. "Not bad for a night's work, right?"
Aizawa crossed his arms, a rare smile breaking through his usual stoic demeanor. "Let's just hope Overhaul doesn't retaliate for this."
"Don't worry," Fatgum said, his voice full of reassurance. "We'll be ready for him."
As we arrived at the designated safe house, I stepped out of the vehicle, still holding Eri's hand. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with gratitude.
"Thank you for saving me," she whispered.
I knelt down to her level, brushing a few strands of hair from her face. "You don't have to thank me. I would do it again in a heartbeat. You're not alone anymore, Eri."
With my team gathered around us, I felt a sense of camaraderie and purpose.
As the night wore on and the weight of our mission began to settle in, I knew that this was only the beginning. Overhaul wouldn't give up easily, and we had a lot of work ahead of us. But as long as we had each other, I was confident we could overcome any obstacle.
"Alright, let's get some rest," Aizawa suggested, his tone firm but encouraging.
As we settled into the safe house, I couldn't shake the feeling of determination building within me. Eri's safety was now my top priority, and I would do whatever it took to protect her from Overhaul's reach.
Later...
The facility lay in eerie silence, a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded just hours earlier. Eri was safe, but my job wasn't done. Overhaul still walked free, and I knew where he'd go—back here, to reclaim what he had lost.
It was only a matter of time. I insisted to not inform the Police of this mission only for this, only for a moment to have Overhaul with me alone.
Perched atop the facility's roof, concealed by the night's shadows, I waited. The moonlight barely illuminated the streets below, but that didn't matter. I could sense him coming, feel the storm brewing within him. Overhaul wouldn't rest until he regained control. But tonight, he was walking into a trap of my making.
Time ticked by. I wasn't in a hurry—patience was a weapon in its own right.
Hours passed. The horizon barely hinted at dawn when I finally saw the headlights of a van approaching. My eyes narrowed as it pulled up to the facility. Several men stepped out, cautious but resolute. They opened the door, and Chisaki Kai—Overhaul—emerged.
He was furious. His posture, his movements—all rigid with barely restrained rage. He barked orders at his men, no doubt ready to resume his twisted plans. His anger only fueled the anticipation humming in my veins.
I waited until Overhaul strode toward the entrance. That was my cue.
With silent precision, I leapt from the roof, landing directly in front of him. His men staggered back in surprise, but Overhaul froze, recognition flickering in his gaze. His hand twitched, but before he could make a move, I started to leak spiritual pressure and began to speak.
"In shadows deep where truths unwind,
And reason falters, thoughts confined..."
Overhaul's eyes widened. He started to shout, raising his hand to activate his quirk, but I was faster. My voice was steady, my chant resonating with power as I stepped forward.
"Illusions dance, your senses freeze,
I bend the world with mind's cold breeze..."
His men hesitated, unsure of whether to attack or retreat, but it didn't matter. They were already too late. My hands moved in a series of precise gestures, weaving the fabric of the Domain around us. Overhaul's eyes darted from me to his surroundings, confusion and frustration building.
"Creation sways by logic's hand,
As reality follows my command..."
I could see the desperation in his gaze now. He knew something was wrong but couldn't grasp what it was. It was almost amusing—he thought he still had control.
"No place to run, no time to reason,
Your fate is sealed in this dark season..."
The last words fell like the final blow, and the air around us warped, the ground shifting beneath Overhaul's feet as reality itself bent to my will.
"Now fall beneath my grand cohesion,
Domain Expansion: Realm of Infinite Reason!"
The world around us twisted into an ever-shifting expanse of logic and creation. We were no longer standing in front of the facility. Instead, Overhaul found himself trapped in a vast, mechanical labyrinth, a construct of pure reason, where every wall, every structure, bent to my will.
He looked around wildly, his fury now mingled with fear, but I was already in control.
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Domain Expansion: Realm of Infinite Reason
Overhaul was at my mercy, though he didn't know it yet. The Domain I had created was more than just a battlefield—it was an embodiment of my absolute control over reason and reality. Everything here was my design.
I raised a hand, and with a thought, intricate mechanical constructs materialized around us, gears and circuits coming to life. They weren't real, of course—none of this was it was all an Illusion. But Overhaul's mind couldn't tell the difference.
His men screamed, but they, too, were caught in the illusion. They believed they were under attack by massive machines, the very ground opening up beneath their feet. Overhaul's hand shot out, desperately trying to activate his quirk, but it was futile. His mind was already unraveling, caught in the Illusion of Logic.
"You think you can rebuild everything, Chisaki," I said, my voice echoing through the Domain, "but here, in this place, your logic is nothing compared to mine."
I watched as Overhaul struggled to make sense of what was happening. His quirk allowed him to break and recreate, but here, in this space, his powers were meaningless. Every time he tried to break the walls closing in on him, they reformed, stronger and more intricate.
His every move was part of the trap.
"You're not in control," I continued, walking toward him as the ground shifted beneath my feet. "I am."
Overhaul launched an attack, convinced he could tear down the constructs with his power, but the moment he moved, I altered the battlefield, creating Weaponized Constructs that intercepted his strike. Massive cannons and machines rose from the ground, firing energy blasts that kept him pinned.
But that wasn't all. I layered the reality around him with a Cognitive Labyrinth, forcing his mind to confront endless logical puzzles, each one deeper and more complex than the last. Every step he took, every attack he tried, only led him further into the maze.
His mind was crumbling.
---
Overhaul stumbled, confusion etched across his face. I could see the panic now, his body shaking as he realized he was trapped. His men had already fallen, crushed beneath the weight of their own shattered logic.
I raised my hand once more, summoning the final piece of my plan—Gravity of Truth.
A singularity appeared above him, its pull relentless. Overhaul screamed as the gravity bore down on him, crushing him both physically and mentally. But it wasn't the singularity that was breaking him—it was the realization that he could do nothing to stop it.
His mind and soul were mine to break.
With a final, decisive motion, I shattered his psyche, tearing his mind apart like delicate glass. The quirk that had caused so much suffering was now sealed within a shell of its former owner.
Overhaul stood before me, lifeless—his body intact, but his mind destroyed.
---
The rest of the night was a blur. I moved through the facility, erasing every trace of my presence. Overhaul's men fell one by one, their deaths swift and silent. When the others found this place, they would believe it was Overhaul who had gone mad, killing his subordinates before losing his own mind.
A fitting end for someone who thought he could control everything.
As I stood over the lifeless body of Chisaki Kai, I allowed myself a brief moment of satisfaction. Eri was safe. Overhaul was nothing more than a hollow shell.
And I would make sure no one could ever use his power again.