"If you only rely on a single ability, you can never become a Hero!"
Aizawa Shouta left Class 1-A with a resolute back view as he tore off the special capture bandages wrapped around his neck.
"Lock! As a Pro Hero and the class president, lead the students and ensure their safety!"
With those final words, Aizawa rushed forward without hesitation, charging straight into the group of villains.
The moment they saw him, the leading villains activated their Quirks, attempting to kill him on the spot.
But at the instant their abilities were triggered, their expressions turned to horror.
Their Quirks wouldn't activate at all.
Before they could react, Aizawa's bandages shot out like living serpents, binding them tightly and hurling them away with heavy slams into the surrounding structures, knocking them unconscious.
Seeing this, Yamamoto immediately ordered his mutation-type subordinates to charge Aizawa instead.
For Quirks that permanently altered the body, Erasure had no effect.
But a Hero was still a Hero.
Aizawa weaved nimbly between several mutation-type villains, dodging attacks with precise footwork, smashing fists into foreheads, and restraining them with his bandages. In just moments, more villains fell around him.
"Tch… strong close-combat ability, Quirk erasure that's a pain to deal with, and those goggles blocking line-of-sight judgment," Yamamoto muttered calmly. "As expected of a Pro Hero. Annoying, even for a short time."
As for those so-called subordinates?
They were nothing more than hired trash.
Their lives meant nothing to him.
"Listen up," Yamamoto shouted, a twisted smile curling his lips. "Inject the Quirk Enhancement drug. Complete the mission, and your reward will be doubled!"
At once, the villains lurking in the shadows lit up with greedy excitement, injecting the golden liquid without hesitation.
What they didn't know—
It wasn't a simple enhancement drug.
It was the Quirk Berserk Drug—a substance that doubled power at the cost of burning through one's life force until death.
Both liquids were the same golden color.
Yamamoto had deceived them.
Then he turned to Kurogiri. "Kurogiri. Go stop No. 13 and Lock. Send in the Four Ninja Turtles."
"Understood."
Kurogiri nodded, his body dissolving into a black vortex as he vanished.
On the other side, Lock and Hero No. 13 were escorting Class 1-A toward the emergency exit.
"Kaminari," Lock said while running, "use your Quirk and try to contact the school!"
"Iida," he continued, "your Quirk is best for long-distance running. Once there's an opening, you're the first one out to call for reinforcements!"
As class president—and a Pro Hero—Lock naturally stepped into command.
Every student had clearly heard Aizawa's last words before he charged the villains.
Even Bakugo Katsuki, though visibly irritated, followed orders without protest.
Lock glanced toward the emergency exit, drawing closer.
If nothing unexpected happened, Kurogiri would soon appear to block them.
Just like the original events, Kaminari Denki quickly realized that all signals were being blocked—there was no way to contact the outside for now.
Lock wasn't overly worried.
Kurogiri wouldn't be foolish enough to stop them alone.
Unless—
He wasn't alone.
At that moment, a black vortex bloomed open directly in front of them.
From within stepped Kurogiri, his yellow eyes fixed on them as he spoke calmly.
"If you wish to escape… I'm afraid that won't be possible. Allow me to introducemyselfs. We are the League of Villains."
Dusk had arrived.
Low clouds glowed faintly yellow as the sun dipped toward the horizon.
Class 1-A stared tensely at the villain who appeared before them.
Unlike the others, Lock simply observed Kurogiri quietly, curious about what move he planned next.
"Forgive my rudeness," Kurogiri said, bowing politely, almost like a gentleman. "We are here to visit U.A. High—the stronghold of Heroes—to eliminate the Symbol of Peace."
The courteous gesture only made the students and Hero No. 13 even more nervous.
"Are you planning to get frozen again?" Lock said coldly.
Magic surged as he clasped his hands together.
Ice-Form Magic—Fishing Net.
At the same time, he shouted without turning back, "Iida—run!"
Iida Tenya reacted instantly.
Lock had already emphasized the importance of reinforcements to him—there was no hesitation at all.
Iida dashed past Kurogiri at full speed, heading straight for the emergency exit.
The massive ice net spread outward, attempting to envelop and freeze Kurogiri in place.
"…That really would be troublesome," Kurogiri murmured. "I'd rather not experience that again."
The vortex reappeared.
Kurogiri vanished, then emerged behind the group, deliberately leaving the path to the exit open.
After all, their goal was to draw All Might out.
The sooner someone escaped and spread the news, the better.
"I'm curious," Lock said calmly, not rushing to attack. "Who gave you the confidence to come here?"
He knew Kurogiri wouldn't face him alone.
"Come forth," Kurogiri commanded quietly. "The Four Ninja Turtles—hold the mage."
His yellow pupils shrank as two warp gates opened.
From one of them stepped out four green, turtle-like figures—identical in build, like quadruplets.
The only difference was the color of the bandanas tied around their heads.
Orange.
Purple.
Blue.
Red.
In their hands were nunchaku, a long staff, twin blades, and twin forks.
"…Huh?" Lock stared at them, utterly baffled. "Did the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles take a wrong turn?"
The four villains struck exaggerated poses.
"It seems you've heard of us," they said proudly. "We are the Four Ninja Turtles, devoted to imitating the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles—and we are super criminals!"
Tch.
Cosplay maniacs.
Lock clicked his tongue in disdain.
He was well aware of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles as a comic series.
But the fact that these four styled themselves after American characters meant only one thing—
They were from the United States.
Combined with Yamamoto's background in the Evolutionaries, it became clear that this organization was far-reaching.
Perhaps their true base wasn't even in Japan.
After all—
The first Pro Heroes had emerged in the United States.
And it was also the place where conflicts between Quirk users, Quirk-afflicted individuals, and ordinary people had first exploded at the dawn of the Quirk era.
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