Chapter 76: A Cacophony of Fire and Gales, and the Quiet Shield of Frost
[National Dagoba Arena - Sector 3]
The invasion did not begin with a monologue. It began with a synchronized firing squad.
"Suppress them! Don't let them establish a perimeter!"
The dozens of minions flanking Gang Orca raised their heavy rifles. Thwump-thwump-thwump! They didn't fire lead; they fired high-velocity capsules of rapid-setting cement. The moment the grey sludge made contact with the air, it began to cure, designed to instantly encase and immobilize any student it struck in hardened rock.
Shoto Todoroki and Inasa Yoarashi immediately planted their feet, their instincts demanding they stand their ground and unleash massive, area-of-effect attacks to sweep the mob away.
Aokiji Kuzan chose a completely different path.
He didn't plant his feet. He simply ceased to be stationary.
Aokiji flowed forward, moving with a lazy, slouched posture that completely betrayed the blinding speed of his footwork. He didn't run; he glided over the shattered asphalt as if the friction of the earth no longer applied to him.
A volley of six cement projectiles shrieked through the air, aimed directly at his center of mass.
Aokiji didn't even blink. He raised his right hand, the subzero ice dagger extending from his grip like a natural appendage.
Shing! Shing! Shing!
His movements were a blur of surgical precision. He didn't smash the projectiles; he dissected them. The razor-sharp edge of his hyper-compressed ice blade sliced cleanly through the flying cement capsules in mid-air. Every flick of his wrist left a lingering, luminescent trail of pale blue frost hanging in the dusty air, a beautiful and deadly afterimage of his strikes.
As the sliced, frozen halves of the cement shells clattered harmlessly to the ground behind him, the micro-vents integrated into the collar and sleeves of his hero costume hissed violently. Thick plumes of scalding white steam vented outward, regulating the dangerous drop in his internal core temperature. Amidst the grey dust and the chaos, Aokiji looked like a terrifying, biomechanical engine powered by frost and vapor.
He slipped seamlessly into the enemy ranks. He didn't use lethal force. A light tap of his blade against a minion's rifle instantly froze the firing mechanism into a solid block of ice. A casual swipe near a minion's knee locked the joint in a thick layer of frost, sending the man tumbling to the ground.
He was dismantling the frontline with the calm efficiency of a surgeon.
But behind him, a catastrophe was brewing.
"OUT OF THE WAY, U.A.!" Inasa Yoarashi roared, his voice echoing over the gunfire. "True heroes protect the weak with burning passion!"
Inasa threw both of his massive arms forward. The ambient air pressure plummeted. A colossal, howling tornado erupted from his gauntlets, tearing chunks of pavement from the ground and hurling them toward Gang Orca.
At the exact same fraction of a second, Shoto Todoroki stepped forward, his eyes narrowed in intense, singular focus. Ignoring the Shiketsu student entirely, Todoroki unleashed a blinding, roaring tsunami of crimson flames from his left side, aimed directly at the towering Pro Hero.
They were two apex-level attacks. Had they been aimed properly, they would have been devastating.
But physics has no allegiance.
The roaring gale of Inasa's wind slammed directly into the side of Todoroki's fire. Instead of fueling the flames, the chaotic, uncoordinated vortex sheared the firestorm apart. The wind violently snuffed out the localized flames, creating a massive, choking shockwave of scorching hot air and burning ash that blasted backward—directly toward the rear where the medics and civilians were still evacuating.
"Gah!" Iida shouted in the distance, shielding his eyes as the wave of blistering heat washed over the rescue zone. "Watch your aim! You are endangering the victims!"
The twin attacks completely canceled each other out in a spectacular, embarrassing failure of synergy.
The smoke cleared near the breach.
Gang Orca stood completely unharmed, brushing a speck of ash from the lapel of his pristine white suit.
"Is that it?" Gang Orca's deep, rumbling voice vibrated with profound disappointment. "Are you here to save these people, or are you trying to finish them off? Pathetic."
"What are you doing?!" Inasa whipped his head around, glaring at Todoroki with absolute fury. "Your flames ruined the trajectory of my wind! You're just like him! You have the exact same cold, arrogant eyes as Endeavor!"
Todoroki flinched. The mention of his father was a raw, exposed nerve. His dual-colored eyes widened, then darkened with a sudden, irrational anger. "Don't you dare compare me to him. You stepped into my line of fire!"
"You lack the heart of a hero!" Inasa yelled back, stepping toward Todoroki, his fists clenching.
They were entirely consumed by their own petty, emotional baggage. They had completely forgotten the apex predator standing mere meters away from them.
Whoosh.
Gang Orca did not walk. Despite his massive, towering frame, he moved with the terrifying, silent speed of a great white shark cutting through deep water. In the blink of an eye, the Pro Hero was standing directly between the two bickering students.
Todoroki and Inasa gasped, their arguments dying in their throats as a massive, imposing shadow fell over them.
"If you have time to argue on a battlefield..." Gang Orca rumbled, his unblinking eyes locking onto them. "...then you have time to fail."
VMMMMMMMMMM!
Gang Orca unleashed his Hypersonic Wave at point-blank range.
It wasn't a sound you could hear; it was a frequency you could only feel. The very fabric of the air violently vibrated. The shockwave slammed into Todoroki and Inasa like a physical brick wall.
The sensory details of the attack were agonizing. Todoroki felt his eardrums flex to the point of tearing. The fluid in his inner ear boiled with the vibration, instantly destroying his equilibrium. His vision doubled, then tripled, blurring into a nauseating smear of colors.
The neurological paralysis was absolute. The hypersonic frequency overloaded their nervous systems, severing the connection between their brains and their muscles.
Both prodigies collapsed to the shattered asphalt simultaneously. They lay on their backs, their eyes trembling wildly in their sockets, unable to twitch a single finger, completely at the mercy of the villain they were supposed to be fighting.
"Too slow. Too arrogant. Too weak," Gang Orca stated coldly.
The massive Pro Hero raised his fist high into the air. The muscles in his arm bulged, threatening to tear the seams of his white suit. He brought the heavy, bone-crushing strike down toward the paralyzed students, intending to shatter the ground beneath them and finalize their failure.
CRACK!
The impact was deafening. A shockwave of displaced air blasted outward, kicking up a massive ring of dust.
But the fist did not hit the asphalt. And it did not hit the students.
Aokiji Kuzan was there.
He hadn't run; he had seemingly materialized from the mist of his own exhaust. He stood crouched directly over Todoroki and Inasa, his trench coat snapping wildly in the violent wind of the impact.
He hadn't summoned a massive glacier to block the strike. He knew his traumatized quirk channels would tear themselves apart if he tried to output that much raw volume so quickly.
Instead, he had adapted.
On his raised left forearm, Aokiji had formed a highly compressed, kite-shaped buckler of ice. It was small—barely larger than a medieval knight's shield—but it was incredibly dense, radiating a subzero aura so absolute that the air around it was liquifying.
Gang Orca's monstrous fist was buried in the center of the buckler.
The sheer kinetic force of the Pro Hero's punch pushed Aokiji backward. The heavy soles of Aokiji's boots screeched against the asphalt, carving two deep, smoking trenches into the ground as he skidded back.
He slid for three meters before his boots finally caught traction, grinding to a harsh halt.
A spiderweb of deep cracks instantly spiderwebbed across the compressed ice shield, but it did not shatter. It held.
Aokiji slowly looked up from behind his raised arm. His eyes were half-closed, lazy, and utterly devoid of panic. From his parted lips, a thick cloud of freezing vapor escaped, washing over Gang Orca's massive fist.
Aokiji glanced down at the paralyzed, trembling forms of Todoroki and Inasa lying beneath him.
"You two are incredibly annoying," Aokiji said, his voice carrying a calm, chilling authority that cut through the ringing in their ears. "Did you decide to commit a double suicide over some petty family drama? Because if so, you picked a really inconvenient time to do it."
Gang Orca's unblinking eyes narrowed. He retracted his fist, looking at the cracked ice shield, then at the U.A. student standing before him.
"A frail physical build, but a terrifyingly dense quirk application," Gang Orca murmured, a hint of genuine respect bleeding into his rumbling voice. "Your focus is completely undisturbed. You are entirely different from these two fools."
Aokiji didn't reply to the compliment. He simply shook his left arm.
Shatter.
The cracked ice buckler exploded into a cloud of harmless snow.
Simultaneously, moisture violently condensed around his right hand, reforming into his sleek, glowing ice dagger. The micro-vents on his suit hissed again, venting a fresh cloud of steam that swirled around his knees.
He didn't look back at Todoroki and Inasa, but he spoke clearly enough for them to hear every single word.
"Listen up, you crying children," Aokiji said, his tone dropping the lazy sarcasm, replacing it with the hardened, icy edge of a veteran who had stood against the absolute peak of villainy. "I am going to handle this overgrown whale and his lackeys for exactly one minute while your nervous systems reboot."
He took a slow, deliberate step forward, distancing himself from the fallen students.
"If you don't swallow your stupid pride, settle your differences, and coordinate an attack after those sixty seconds are up..."
Aokiji slowly bent his knees, dropping his center of gravity into a low, fluid swordsman's stance. He leveled the tip of his subzero dagger directly at Gang Orca's chest. His dark eyes locked onto the Pro Hero, shining with a cold, lethal intent that made the surrounding air physically drop in temperature.
"...I will step aside, and I will let him crush you."
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