Chapter 53: Even with Flames Gone…

“Text” – Normal speech

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Chapter 53: Even with Flames Gone…

With that crackle of maniac laughter, an incendiary maelstrom was born. Roaring into existence, tendrils of azure flames surged forth from Dabi, rippling across the asphalt like ravenous claws, consuming guardrails in bright blue molten hell. Even the trees that lined the once peaceful street had their bark shatter as cracks shot across it, heat piercing deep into the wood, leaving the leaves little more than ash after a moment of exposure.

The brick and concrete of the buildings followed suit in seconds, as windows shattered from the extreme spike in pressure, glass melting even before it hit the ground as the heat lethally and ruthlessly spread across the entire street. Smoke rose like a black mountain from all that was burnt, all that was burning, as the air appeared hazy and unclear, even from a distance. One would be a fool to approach, but having been caught in the blast would take a miracle to survive.

“Detroit Smash!” All Might’s defiant, heroic cry pierced through the roaring flames as his fist was thrown. Like everything else he did, what he achieved was far greater, and any mere punch was the force behind the blow through buildings, shattering steel, and defeating all but the toughest foes.

This was no different, as the air pressure silenced the flames, killing most of them and sending smoke and dust flying out into the skies above, revealing the number one, Thirteen, and Shindo, safe and sound.

“When did he?” Shindo asked, as he didn’t recall standing here.

"All Might is perhaps the fastest pro in the world, I didn't even see him move, and to do so with such little warning…" Thirteen guessed All Might didn't strike at Dabi, but instead rushed Shindo, brought it back, placed himself in front of them, and handled the flames, all before she could even lift her hand to try and suck up the flames before they were burned alive.

Times like these made her wonder what he was truly capable of in his prime, if this was what their Symbol of Peace considered his weakened state.

“You’re both safe?” All Might asked, keeping his eyes peeled for a possible second attack.

“We’re fine, but what about the villain?” Shindo asked, stepping forward and looking around, quickly finding a shape through the still lingering smoke.

Gesturing to it, he and the 2 heroes approached the slumped-over figure, but when they saw it, they were left dumbfounded.

Their foe had looked horribly burned from the start, and their constant hits hadn't done him much favours with the injuries he was racking up. But now, it looked like he had lost all sense of control and self-preservation. His body…what was left of it was horribly burned up, his arms little more than charred stumps from the elbows down. His face lacked any hair, and instead, it was horribly burnt black and pink skin, even an eyeball seemed to have been boiled and slowly flowed out of the socket.

All Might frowned as he knelt at the man's side. First, he placed two fingers at the villain's neck but felt nothing. He then moved his ear closer to his lips, but didn't hear or feel him taking a breath. He listened for a heartbeat, but his chest lay still as stone.

Giving Thirteen a look, she understood what had happened. "Just what was that? Some sort of desperate roll of the dice?" Shindo asked.

“Maybe, but he’s dead now, so we can’t find out.” All Might sighed, as he hated this. When villains were so fanatical, so deranged that they’ll sacrifice themselves like this. And for what? The chance to kill them? A refusal to be captured?

"If he were a quirky spirit, then this wouldn't have killed him," Shindo spoke up after taking a moment to collect himself after…all of this. "Odds are, he used the flames as a chance to abandon this body and leave."

“Can you track him?” Thirteen asked, to which Shindo shook his head, only for him to spot something behind her. “Look out!”

Thirteen, trusting her skills and his expression of shock, turned around, quirk active. This was a good thing as the blast of boiling hot blue flames never reached them and was instead sucked into the void. Its source was their opponent, which had abandoned its flesh to take on its true form.

That form was a giant snake, covered in patchwork flesh, staples similar to those that had once held together its human form, keeping its body together. Eyes of the same shade of blue watched them with a lazy sense of madness and malevolence.

"Oh damn, I was hoping that'll work." Dabi hissed, his forked tongue flicking out to taste the air, his eyes forming into predatorial, reptilian slits. "Then I'll just need to work harder to see you dead." Flicking his tongue towards them, Thirteen again activated her quirk and managed to suck in its tip and other pieces of its body.

But to her and All Might's shock, its body, upon being broken up by the pull of her black hole, nearly instantly reverted to blue flames, as the rest rapidly healed. The flames left in their wake just reformed the tail. All Might, having tried to attack from the other side, felt his fist make contact at the same time, sending Dabi reeling but unlike before where his body took damage, there’s little now as much like with Thirteen, his flesh just loses physical form, reverting to bright blue flames, forcing the man back, his hand a little burned.

Shindo wasn't idle either, as he rushed ahead of Thirteen as soon as he saw her quirk was ineffective. 'It was a small chance, but I was really hoping that would at least slow this bastard down.' He thought as he wound back his fist, punching at the newly reformed tail, activating his quirk on impact, sending intense vibrations through his fist and into Dabi's tail, this being the first time the snake took damage, his tail flicking back with a pained hiss.

“All Might, Thirteen. Please support me, it looks like I’m the only one who can deal some damage.” Shindo bounced from one foot to the other, keeping his attention on Dabi, who narrowed his eyes as he let loose another furious blast of flames, a blast which All Might parted with an air punch.

“We’ll follow your lead.” All Might told him, as this wasn't his field, but he wouldn't just leave the young man to handle things. Spreading out, the trio attacked from 3 sides. Shindo seemed vulnerable, but each time Dabi tried to roast him, either Thirteen's black hole would suck up the flames, or All Might would let loose another punch, the air pressure parting and dissipating the flames.

This gave Shindo precious openings to attack the quirk by punching and kicking at it, using as strong vibrations as he could, or even by vibrating the ground beneath. This led to Dabi moving around much more, at times wrapping around buildings to try and keep distance, lunging off them, or at one of them, trying to take them out.

Feeling his body part down the centre, as what should have been a lethal blast tore through him, Dabi looked unimpressed with All Might. “The hell you can do, All Might? You can’t hurt me.” All Might's attack, another air blast, might momentarily dissipate parts of his body. Still, his flames just recreated the damaged parts in a second.

All Might didn't look angry, desperate, or worried. Instead, the symbol of peace gave that smirk that he knew Endeavour hated. “No, but I can inconvenience you.” Dabi's face was hard to read, being that of a snake. Still, they could read confusion off him, which turned to shock as All Might launched another attack, not an air blast but charged straight through his head, splitting apart one of his eyes and leaving the quirk hissing in fury as it temporarily lost half its field of vision.

"Oh, you little-!" Dabi was still reforming his eye when he felt a familiar and annoying force sucking his tail up.

“Keep your eyes on all of us.” Thirteen, who had all the caps on one hand open, called as she pulled the quirk and everything else towards oblivion. Dabi tried to counter, but found his movements slowed. Looking down, he saw that he was sinking into the street. Wait, what? 

“Or none of us, you reptilian bastard,” Shindo called out, grabbing the quirk’s attention as he saw the most dangerous one of the trio with his hands on the ground. “Sand Tomb!” Letting loose a focused blast of high-intensity vibrations through the ground, the loose gravel Dabi was sinking into was thrown up like a wave, only to quickly form into a viscous-like state, latching onto Dabi and refusing to let go.

“What the-!” Dabi cried, shock registering before it turned to fury as it looked towards the human. "You, how are you doing this? I thought you could just shake things." He yelled, flames shooting out of his enraged lips, but they didn't reach Shindo, not when Thirteen was present.

Shindo smirked, letting a little of his troll-like personality shine as he did during these moments when he got to outsmart his opponents. “Yup, and that’s what I did. I vibrated the top soil loose and…directed it to encase you when it settled.”

Dabi’s eyes narrowed as he lowered his head, seemingly giving in. “You’re a cheeky one, human. Not something I can easily kill...” Dabi mused. Shindo narrowed his eyes as he hardened the prison before reaching for one of his capture balls, but hesitated as Dabi wasn't defeated yet.

The quirk seemed unbothered, even as its eye caught the tool in the young man's hand. Instead, he looked away, towards the city where they could still make out fighting, but less.

“Seems like I’m out of time for this. Real shame, and after all the work I’ve put in.”

"Why did you do it? What was your goal? Who were you?" All Might demanded, sick of the games, but Dabi had one last trick up his sleeve. He might not have been able to move, and they were capturing or parting his flames, but that didn't mean he wasn't manipulating them.

"Maybe next time, if you manage to finish me off, but I have things to do-" They all realised what was happening. Still, Shindo was too slow to approach and try to land another daze block, as once more, Dabi's body lit up with an explosion, one greater than before, as it was like the road, the pavement, even the buildings around them didn't so much burn but melt. Thirteen had to act fast, sucking up as much heat as she could, all ten openings open, but even with the force of a black hole rapidly sucking up the flames and heat, it still left them all sweating.

When it finally cleared, the trap was empty, and all that was left was a large, crumbling specimen of old snake skin.

“All Might, what was that explosion?" Endeavour came up on the radio. In the background, they could hear the spin of the chopper's rotor blades, which they could now make out in the distance.

All Might reached for his mic, the device still functional despite how chaotic things had been. "We hit a snag. The villain we were fighting pulled a fast one and managed to escape."

Endeavour asked. “Any sign of where they went?”

“Afraid not. They were a fire quirk, but with how much of the place was already burnt, tracking which path would take too long." Thirteen was the one who replied as Shindo did a quick check around, but shook his head when she looked his way. The rescue hero let out a tired, annoying sigh at the news.

“You can’t trace the culprit?” Nezu came on the line, having listened to all of the chatter as things progressed.

"Shindo can't, and aside from sight and hearing, we won't be of much help either." Thirteen replied, not having the bandwidth to worry about leaks, not at a time like this.

“Hmm, Endeavour’s chopper is the closest now, so the best we can do is have them aid you on the search as you continue with the original objective.” Nezu mused that, as if they couldn't find the culprit, they would just need to continue. Of course, if the villain did flee, then it stood to reason they had no desire to continue their part in this. It is not ideal, but it is better than the alternative of continued battling when people need rescue.

“I've already found some people. They're not too badly hurt, but two of them need to get to a hospital soon.” Eraser was the next to speak, All Might and Thirteen being relieved to hear his voice after that mess. "Also, there were no signs of further villains. Whatever that was, it seemed to have been the only purposeful threat in the area.”

“We'll land where Eraser is. The wounded can use the chopper to get out. We'll meet you on foot, All Might.” Before ending the call, Endeavor declared that All Might was barely making out the chopper, turning and heading where he assumed Eraser was.

Now, they just had to sweep the area, handling any remaining threats and saving those they could.

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Mineta hadn't considered the dangers of being a hero; he had had his own goals in choosing the profession. But of all the things he had bet he would need to do, he had never thought he would be chased down a ruined street, needing to use his balls and parkour skills to run away from a monster trying to eat him!

Quirk or not, it shouldn’t look like a dinosaur made of rock, nor should the beast be as feral as a mad dog! “Just how much does this want to kill me?” Mineta yelled as he jumped over an abandoned car, only for the quirk to lower its head and slam through the vehicle, tearing it in two and leaving rocky-like growths to sprout across the ruined vehicle's two halves.

“You’re doing great. Now, let's see how you handle this!" Tsuburaba, from his hiding spot, created as long a panel of solid air as he could, right in the path of the unsuspecting quirk. It wasn't slowed by it, but it was tripped up, losing balance and crashing face-first into the first, rock sprouting out from where its head made contact with the road.

“It’s sure is feisty!” Shishida called out as the beast quickly rose to its feet, turning violently towards Tsuburaba. The quirk didn't speak, instead roaring like an enraged animal.

“Feisty, yes,” Aoyama came down, his blade coated in blue moonlight as he slashed at its side. “But not undefeatable…” He finished with a thrust into its leg, crippling the already weakened beast as it fell onto its side.

Aoyama frowned as he pulled out one of his capture balls and tossed it at the quirk. Upon contact, it sucked the spirit into the ball, the creature too weak to put up a fight, as the ball successfully absorbed it.

“Something wrong?” Tsuburaba asked as they approached, the group sighing with relief now that they had caught their 7th monster.

Picking up the now filled capture ball, Aoyama continued to frown as he looked it over, thinking back to the rest of the fights they had seen since they had deployed. "…from all reports, they should have been much more aggressive, senseless even with their attacks, but this acted like a quirk spirit would."

It was odd for quirks not to speak, as while not the souls of the deceased, they still had personality. They could still converse, but each one he'd seen today was akin to a wild beast. Even then, it didn't feel right, as they didn't fight furiously as he would expect.

“That’s a good thing, right? Means we don’t need to worry anymore. Besides, that seems to have been the last one.” Mineta was just happy he would be acting as bait any time soon.

Shishida seemed to share Aoyama’s concerns on the issue. "Correct, but if we don't know why they acted so…violently, how can we prevent it from happening again?"

It was a terrifying thought, particularly when they stood in the ruins of a once-vibrant city. Still, they couldn't just pretend like this was some freak accident. At least, they couldn't be sure if it was, and that sent a stone down into his stomach.

Either way, they had to report what they knew and what could be confirmed. “This is Aoyama. We've cleared out our area of town," Aoyama reported back.

“Same here. Midnight and I are helping get people the care they need.” Yoarashi, typically as hot-blooded and extroverted as they came, sounded somber. Aoyama could only imagine that he had seen plenty of things which could knock the wind out of anyone's sails.

It wasn't as if Aoyama's group hadn't seen the mangled, twisted remains of people who had just been going about their days, minding their business.

“All Might and I just finished a sweep of the place, no sign of our mysterious pyromaniac.” Shindo was the next to speak, sounding like he was holding back a snarl at being punked by their opponent.

“We can confirm that, outside of finding people who hid where they could, there isn't a single villain or threat to be found.” Midoriya was the last group to come on, adding, "We only had to handle 4 quirk beasts and…they were off, not a word said, but they didn't act as violently or mad as I thought they would.”

“Let’s just focus on search and rescue now.” Inko broke up their debate on the facts. That will come later.

Ending the call, Aoyama looked towards Koda and Shishida, trusting that they’ll be the ones to help on that front. The hairier of the two heteromorphs nodded as he started to sniff the air, his acute sense of smell coming in for them as he traced the smell of people through the rubble.

"There's a group of teens in a collapsed building 2 blocks from here, another group hidden in a bar whose entrance was sealed by debris, and another 3 who seemed to barricade themselves in that store," Shishida informed them, pointing in the directions of all of them, which to Aoyama’s dismay, weren’t in the same directions.

“That many?” Mineta asked.

"We're starting with the most in danger, which group would that be, Shishida? Koda?" Aoyama asked, making a point to focus on the fact that these people were alive, and not on the corpses that lay around them. He feared that if he didn't, he would just collapse from the sheer amount of death.

He wondered how Shishida was handling it. With that nose of his, he must be experiencing the full smell of death that settled around them—death, iron, and flames.

“Allow me…” Koda said, calling out to some pigeons that, despite everything, hadn't fled the city in a panic. After speaking with them briefly, they answered his questions before he turned back to the ground. "The birds think it's the bar. The building's unstable and is creaking a lot."

"Then we'll handle that first. After that, we'll get those teens to safety! Let's move it, people! Time waits for no man!" Aoyama ordered, keeping his blade active like a chainsaw while preparing to create barriers that might come in handy.

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Jiro was used to hearing things she otherwise shouldn't; it just came with having a quirk like hers. At times, it was a pain; and at other times, it made her feel like a bitch, listening to people's private conversations, learning things they wouldn't want to hear. So, she actively worked to zone out, to ignore the happenings around her. It was thaner then trying to act natural with people when you might have heard something embarrassing,, funny or disgusting about them.

But when it came to hero work, she refused to do so, as anything she heard could mean the difference between success and defeat, between life and death. In an environment where information was scarce and there were many things to juggle, a quirk like hers could prove invaluable. She had gotten the first taste of that during their first hero class.

But now…now she wished she didn’t hear as much as she did.

“Attention, all heroes and emergency personnel, the area has been cleared of villains. I repeat, the area has been cleared. Reinforcements are on their way. Please continue to render whatever aid you can.”

It hadn't been long, but with their 'experts' calling the city clear, everyone who could had sprung into action. The city wasn't levelled or in flames, but with so much of it laid to waste, so much was happening from fire suppression and debris removal, but more importantly.

"Bring the severely wounded over here by the red flag! Injured by unconscious are to get to the yellow flag, and those still awake and able to walk should go to the green!"

"We need another bag of B-positive blood, fast!"

"We're running low on Type A and AB blood! Quick, are they pros who can quickly donate? It's urgent!"

“We’re not done clearing the roads, we need people to help transport the wounded over the debris to the ambulances!”

“We’re missing 3 people from this group, I’m heading out to find them!”

“Doctor, this one isn’t responding!”

“Lay him on the ground for now.”

“But-!”

"We can't save everyone; we don't have enough hands or supplies...Best we can do is wait for another chopper to get him to hospital, but I can only do what I can right now.”

She was nowhere to hear many of those speaking, but she heard them as clear as day. She could hear the panic, anger, desperation, and loss of hope in their voices as pros and first responders worked their butts off, aided by civilians who could stand and lend even just a little help.

But there was just so much…so many people to care for, so many whines, confused cries from adults and children alike, so many low, uneven breaths. So much silence when there should be breathing-

“Jiro,” Jiro jolted, looking frayed and off base after Shoji tapped her shoulder, the large man visible, concerned for her. "Are you good?" They had just returned from another expedition, finding some people still alive. But as they reached the waypoint with as proper medical care as they could set up, he felt the old lady he was carrying on his back grow silent. Jiro had been the one who confirmed her already weak heartbeat had gone still.

“Sorry…it’s just…” She clenched and unclenched her hand, trying to work up some backbone. Heroes didn’t freeze; they didn’t act like children seeing a scary story-

Tokoyami drew her attention, recognising what she was thinking, for he was festering similar thoughts. "It's far from pleasant, or even typical for a hero's day, but this is what we wished to aid with. We can't afford to allow hesitation and horror to slow us down." He immediately felt like a hypocrite for saying as much, Komori laying a hand on his back to try and offer comfort.

"Right, you two are going to clear the roads for transport?" Jiro asked them, getting nods from Tokoyami, Ashido, and Shoji. Then I'll go with you; there could be people buried in the rubble."

"I'll stay here. My shrooms won’t be of much help, but they can act like painkillers for the injured. Keep them settled till they can see real doctors," Komori offered.

"That sounds super, what I wouldn't give to get high off those shrooms right now…" Ashido joked, which seemed like it was in poor taste, but Komori seemed to smile.

“We can make it a class thing, we meet up when we’re done helping and just…well, get high.” Komori giggled, getting a snort out of Tokoyami as Shoji looked away, though they wouldn’t see a smile when he wore his mask.

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"It's clear." Monoma huffed, stepping back from where he had touched a bunch of debris from a collapsed building. The man felt he would throw up his breakfast if he hadn't already done so.

"Alright, let's get to movin'." Kirishima was similarly tired and sweaty as he and Uraraka, similarly worn-looking, grabbed the large pieces of rubble and tossed them out of the way. One at a time, the rubble was cleared. As it was moved out of the way, Monoma returned gravity to them and went to help move other pieces of debris.

"Stop, I can see them," Bakugo called out, the typically short-tempered, explosively angry college student calmed by exhaustion. The Sports Festival feels like a distant memory, despite only being around 4 hours. The afternoon sun greeted a city in ruins, crawling with hundreds of police, paramedics, and search and rescue teams, aided by dozens of pros from across Japan, all called in.

Bakugo was pissed that most arrived too late to fight, but his rational side pointed out they would have been as effective as him, if not worse, as at least he could see the fucks that caused all this.

Now, he just worried about getting people out, a task he would have thought beneath him, but…well, it was hard to hold such an opinion when you need to hold the crying baby as your classmates gave emergency medical care to their dying mother.

This time, as he moved to where the debris was cleared, he and Shadow Walker found a small family in what had been their living room. Everything looked pretty banged up, but it looked like the man of the house had both a reasonable brain and balls, as he had thrown himself atop his family, taking the brunt of the injuries.

"They're all still alive, but I'm unsure about moving the man. He could have neck injuries." Bakugo glared at Shadow-walker for his opinion, but didn't fight him. Instead, he thought about what he learned in class and what he had seen some paramedics do on the side.

"We need to make a brace for his neck and keep his back straight as we move him out. Give me a sec,” Bakugo said. He jumped off the pile, finding a ruined street sight post. Placing his hand on it, he blasted off the worst of it and used the heat of his explosions to soften the ends. Then, it only needed some bandages and a pillow he found lying about, and he made said neck and back brace.

"What?" He asked the rest to look at him funny.

“Nothing,” Monoma looked like he would throw up his stomach. “Just didn’t expect you to be handy.”

“You asshats are as uncreative, now stop wasting time!” Bakugo yelled at them as they got to work. The freshmen were inexperienced, but determined to continue as they slowly lifted the people out of the debris. As Bakugo helped the mother out and handed her to some paramedics, she grasped onto his arm. Her grip was weak, and he could break it whenever he wished, but the look in her eye prevented him.

She didn't look at him in awe, as so many had done throughout his life, but it was…different. There was a level of gratitude and relief that he couldn't put into words. “Thank you, young man…thank you so much.” He didn't know how to answer that and remained silent as she was escorted into the back of the ambulance along with her children, her husband's ambulance already racing down the newly cleared road to the nearest hospital.

Getting back into the flow of things, they continued to stick together despite the lack of danger, helping where they could. Maybe another hour passed before a shadow formed over them.

"You 5 should rest." They saw the number 9 hero, Ryukyu, towering over them. The heroine still in her dragon form. Despite that, she could project a sense of gentleness and strength. "You've been helping far too long. Get something to eat, rest. We can handle things in the interim."

“But,” Uraraka moved to speak, but tripped and nearly fell if not for Kirishima catching her. The heroine caught that and only took it as proof of her point.

"It's good that you wish to render aid. It goes to show you more about your characters than the festival could, " she seemed to smile at the reminder that she and many others had been watching the festival for new talent. You need also understand your limits. If you push yourselves, you're more likely to make mistakes, and that could hurt you or someone else."

The group decided not to fight her and found a spot to sit and rest. It was far from the action, but not too far that they couldn't jump back in. Having passed some of the first responders on the way, they had all grabbed bottled water, which they either poured over their heads to cool down or drank as if they hadn't been walking through the desert all day.

“You know, something she said…” Uraraka spoke, drawing their attention from how silent things had been. "Don't be mad, but I expected to make a splash at the festival today. I wanted people to see me and think 'She is here!'" She sighed, thinking of what All Might had asked of her before things had gone so wrong.

Kirishima let out a humourless chuckle. "Yeah, I think we all wanted that. It was our chance to show off what we could do, and we kinda got to…"

"Remember what Eraser and the rest told us? The festival was the biggest event of the year. An event as big for Japan as the Olympics had been back in the day," Monoma added, wiping away some after from his lip. "Perhaps it was fate that our little performance wasn't the most important thing of the day, much less the week."

Looking out at the city, the fires might have been put out, but the skyline was still a mess. Sirens could be heard across the place as ambulances raced in and out with victims, helicopters flying overhead, using search lights to keep things lit up. In other spots, portable generators and flood lights had been set up, as this would be work that carried on long into the night.

“I doubt it’s selfish to say I wish that it had remained such for this…”Kuroiro started but paused. “I can’t describe it.”

"Does anyone have their phones on them?" Uraraka asked another odd question, to which they all said no. Yeah, me neither. I was in such a hurry."

Monoma shook his head. "That you didn't bring it. I was still thinking of this like training when I suited up, and like class, I didn't bring my phone because it could be a distraction." Thinking back, it was such a foolish mindset, wasn’t it?

He had seen action before and knew that this would be messy, but a part of him relied on his training mindset. Well, he wondered if he could ever go back to training after the day he had.

“My phone probably would get banged with how I fight,” Kirishima stated before turning to Uraraka. “Why are you asking?”

“I just…I wonder what my parents are thinking. The news cut, so they wouldn’t know we’re…I’m safe and probably tried calling a bunch of times.” She replied, as she had been worried about that for a while. She had been sure they'd watch to root for her, but then she could only imagine how the festival was paused before news hit.

She wasn't sure what was happening now, as they'd been gone from U.A. since morning. She didn't even know if the stadium was still keeping people or if they had all been allowed off. She wondered if that would have been announced, as whenever she heard the teachers on the radio, they did not mention it and focused on the situation.

Bakugo crossed his arms, his mind still on that mother from earlier. "Old Hag knows I can care for myself, so she wouldn't bother."

"Still, my dude, today was intense, it's still a mess. Wouldn't your folks want to know you're good?" Kirishima asked, to which Bakugo grunted.

“If they’re watching the news, they probably already know, look,” Kuroiro pointed above. While many helicopters were marked as police or first responders, some were the same news choppers that had been chased off earlier. “They’ve been flying overhead for a while now; one has bound to have spotted us working.”

Uraraka said the first thing that came to mind.

“How the heck didn’t we notice?”

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Sunday afternoon for a change. Is it weird that I've been playing ZZZ so much and yet have not touched Genshin in the last four months? That thing probably has a massive update file, and I'm just letting it get bigger.

The chapter was…not hard to write, it acting as the sort of conclusion to this attack, but just because the fighting's over, doesn't mean that the event is close to over, and like many of you must have guessed, it's going to have some serious impacts, the first being that Tensei just never encountered Stain, so no revenge for Tenya. Hell, the Sports festival was interrupted for many students, which…Well, I won't spoil things. Enjoy.