Kai's breath hitched as he watched Ectoplasm launch himself at Chimera, the villain towering like a living nightmare amidst the chaos. Clones erupted from Ectoplasm's mouth in a tsunami of bodies as he transformed into his Kangaroo form, his speed rapidly increasing. Chimera just crossed his arms across his massive chest and laughed.
In the distance, Aizawa moved like a ghost, his scarf whipping through the air as he dismantled hordes of low-level thugs with near surgical precision. His eyes flashed a dangerous crimson, visible even from Kai's position in the downpour zone.
Farther behind, Kai's gaze locked onto Ochaco and Sero. They crouched beside an injured Thirteen, their Hero Costume reduced to tatters, the puffy spacesuit looking more akin to spare cloth than the outfit of a hero. Ochaco and Sero were attempting to provide first aid with shaking hands as Mina fought off a handful of thugs alongside Sato and Inasa.
Kai felt the weight of the situation bear down on him and started shaking.
What was I thinking? I'm not hero material.., why did I decide to get involved? They could have done this themselves I have no reason to be here all I did was put myself in danger I can't-
He was snapped out of his thoughts by a notification.
[New Quest!]
'Difficulty Increase'
Where the hell is Shigaraki and why is Nine here! You're way out of your depth, kid. These are villains you are NOT prepared for. Live through the day.
Survive (0/1)
Stop members of 1A from dying (0/20)
Take down Nine and his goons (0/5)
Play a key role in taking down one of the Main Villains (0/1)
Stop All-Might's secret from being exposed. (0/1)
Rewards for completion- Survival, Advantage Devil Fruit Spin, Devil Fruit Awakening Voucher, Custom Devil Fruit Voucher, Extra Devil Fruit Capacity Voucher.
Kai's eyes widened as he read the final line, his heart hammering in his chest.
WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN SURVIVAL IS A REWARD?!
His pulse pounded in his ears, drowning out the chaos around him. This wasn't just a quest anymore—it was a death sentence wrapped in a to-do list. And the stakes? Protecting his classmates, defeating villains who shouldn't even be here, and taking one of them down HIMSELF? Impossible.
Fenn materialized on his shoulder, looking unusually grim. "Yeah, this is bad. Real bad. You've got about five seconds to panic before you need to pull your shit together."
Kai stared at the ethereal text hovering in front of him, his mind reeling. "How... How am I supposed to do all of this?" He whispered.
"Simple," Fenn said, folding his tiny arms. "You don't die, and you don't let them die either. Got it? Good."
The list faded, but the weight of its demands lingered, pressing down like a crushing storm. Kai clenched his fists. There was no time to hesitate.
"Fuck."
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A step behind Ectoplasm, Snipe rushed into the chaos, weaving through the battlefield as Ectoplasm's clones swarmed the towering Chimera. The ground trembled with each clash of the giant heteromorph's fists, the air suffocating with the heat of battle.
Snipe ducked low, narrowly avoiding a stray energy blast as he neared his goal. A small bubble of 1A students were holding their ground near the injured Thirteen, but their movements were strained and sloppy, and their forms riddled with anxiety and fear. Positioning himself just outside the thick of the fight, Snipe took aim with practiced precision.
CRACK.
A thug's weapon shattered in his hands, sending him stumbling back. Another shot rang out, and a second assailant dropped, clutching his leg. A few more shots rang out, similarly harassing and injuring the villains as they got closer to the students.
"Eyes sharp, youngins'! They're regroupin'!" he barked, his voice cutting through the chaos. His focus never wavered, even as he caught movement at the edge of his vision.
His gaze flicked to the corner of the battlefield where the main villains sat, chatting idly. Among them, the hulking black bird-like figure with the exposed brain loomed, its presence an oppressive weight. Snipe's fingers tightened on his rifle.
If it so much as twitches, I'll put a bullet through it.
For now, it remained still, it's dead eyes staring into the void with not a hint of a thought on its mind. Snipe forced himself to focus, his sights locking back onto the thugs swarming Thirteen's position.
It didn't take long to thin the herd. One by one, the attackers dropped, either fleeing or crumpling under the combined efforts of the students and Snipe's relentless fire.
As the last thug fell, Snipe didn't waste a second. He slid his revolver back into his holster and sprinted toward Thirteen, crouching beside the injured hero. The gashes in Thirteen's suit were worse up close, but Sero had layered tape over the worst parts to hold it together.
"Hold on, Thirteen," Snipe said, pulling a medkit from his belt with practiced precision. His movements were quick but steady, his voice softening as he worked. "You're gonna be fine. Just hang in there, ya hear?" The genuine care in his tone was unmistakable, a rare break from his usual calm demeanor.
Thirteen's labored breathing was the only response, but it was enough. Snipe's jaw tightened. He couldn't let them down.
Then his tone shifted, sharp and authoritative, the voice of a seasoned pro hero reclaiming control. "Status report. Now."
Sero stepped forward, his face pale but determined. "We were doing practice exercises when the villains came out of a portal in the plaza," he said, words tumbling out quickly. "This white-haired guy, he teleported right to us. He dropped most of the class into these portals, injured Thirteen, and then… just went back to the plaza. He hasn't moved since."
Snipe's brow furrowed under his mask. "Portals, huh? That's trouble. Did you get a good look at anyone else? Any quirks you saw in action?"
Sero hesitated, his eyes darting nervously between Mina and Ochaco, as though searching for reassurance. His voice wavered when he finally spoke. "Just the portal guy. But he…" Sero swallowed hard, his throat dry. "He said they were here to kill All Might."
Snipe froze for a fraction of a second, the weight of those words sinking like a stone in his gut. Here to kill All Might. That wasn't just a threat—it was a declaration of war. His jaw tightened as he forced himself to stay focused. Panic wouldn't help anyone.
"Alright," Snipe said firmly, his voice cutting through the heavy silence. "Listen up. Keep a tight formation and don't wander. This is not a drill."
His gaze swept across the students, his tone shifting to something softer but no less resolute. "Two of you take Thirteen somewhere safe and keep administering aid. Make sure they stay stable. The rest of you, head over to assist Eraserhead. He's holdin' the line, but it won't last forever."
He crouched by Thirteen again, carefully adjusting their position to ease their breathing. His voice dropped, tinged with a rare gentleness. "You're gonna be okay, Thirteen. We're not leavin' you behind."
Standing, Snipe unslung his rifle and scanned the battlefield, his sharp eyes narrowing as he assessed the scene. The plaza was too quiet. The villains weren't retreating—they were waiting. Biding their time. Or setting a trap. Either way, they weren't playing games.
"Eyes sharp, kids," he warned, his voice carrying the weight of experience and command. "This fight's far from over. And remember—stick together. If you get separated, you're as good as done."
He pivoted slightly, instinctively dropping one hand on his holster. The words "kill All Might" echoed in his mind like a sinister drumbeat.
They weren't just here to sow chaos—they were here to change the game. And if the kids didn't hold their ground, it wouldn't just be All Might they'd lose.