"Damn it… I hate this!!!"
Inside a dimly lit apartment, Nishio Hunter slammed his fingers against the keyboard again and again. On the computer screen in front of him, a replay of Igarashi Masata defeating All For One was playing on loop.
"How could Teacher lose to this kid? In perfect condition, no less! This is unforgivable!"
Hunter's eyes were bloodshot, the red veins almost covering his entire sclera. Thick dark circles hung beneath them. His greasy hair clumped together, giving off a sour odor, and his clothes were wrinkled and dirty, as if he hadn't changed them in days.
The once refined and gentle man now looked like a homeless drifter.
"And Igarashi Masata… I won't let you go! You're the beginning of everything!"
He pressed his forehead against the screen, gripping the monitor tightly with both hands. The video replayed over and over as he muttered to himself, his mind clearly unstable.
He had worshipped All For One fanatically.
When he learned that All For One had been defeated while still healthy, he had collapsed on the spot.
After waking up, his mind unconsciously twisted reality.
He blamed everything on Masata.
If All For One had been more cautious…
If he had begun genetic enhancement earlier…
If Masata had never appeared…
Then none of this would have happened.
His former admiration had transformed into resentment.
And his resentment toward Masata deepened into hatred.
"Wait… there's also Tomura Shigaraki!"
Suddenly remembering something, Hunter gritted his teeth.
He had never liked Shigaraki's arrogant attitude, but as long as All For One was around, he had endured it.
Now, because of Shigaraki, All For One had been imprisoned.
All For One had invested everything into cultivating him.
Even ordering Hunter to obey his commands.
Not knowing the full history between All For One and All Might, Hunter's hatred only grew stronger.
Then—
Something connected in his mind.
His movements froze.
After a long silence, he burst into dark laughter.
"Hehehe… since you've failed, Teacher, I'll inherit your will. I'll fulfill your dream in your place! But you'll never get to see it!"
"And you too, Shigaraki… I'll come for you eventually. I'll watch your face twist in fear as I bury you!"
His laughter echoed through the apartment, sharp and unhinged.
Four days later—
"It looks like everyone's made great progress."
At the training grounds, Masata stood beside All Might, watching his classmates train.
In the center of the field—
"Possess, Dark Shadow!"
At Tokoyami's command, his shadow surged out and wrapped around his body.
Abyssal Dark Body!
This was Tokoyami's newly developed special move.
By coating himself in Dark Shadow, he compensated for his weakness in close combat. Though the name sounded dramatic, the technique was extremely practical.
"Sticky Tentacles!"
Mineta plucked two spheres from his head and held them out.
Under his control, they stretched thinner and thinner until they transformed into whip-like strands.
"Not bad," Masata said in surprise. "I didn't expect you to pull this off."
To be honest, he hadn't expected much from Mineta.
Now, he realized he had underestimated him.
"Heh! Once you're tied up, you won't escape! I'll push you around however I want—"
Before Mineta could continue, Masata grabbed some of Sero's tape and sealed his mouth.
Bakugo had also completed his own special move, and it had received unanimous approval from the teachers.
"Armor-Piercing Blast!"
He concentrated his explosive sweat into a single point and detonated it.
A thick concrete wall was pierced straight through.
In the past, Bakugo couldn't have done this with such a small amount of sweat.
This technique massively boosted his single-target firepower.
"…It looks a lot like my Shotgun," Masata muttered. "So he copied that move, huh?"
The activation method and concept were very similar.
Clearly, Bakugo had drawn inspiration from Masata.
Chacha's upgraded combat uniform had also been completed.
Multiple jet ports were installed across her suit.
With precise control, she could freely change direction in midair, greatly improving her mobility—whether dodging attacks or closing in on villains.
After Masata's advice, Izuku Midoriya had also developed his Shooting Style, focusing his power into his legs and protecting his injured arms.
Most students' special moves had now been approved by Midnight.
They had become techniques that would accompany them throughout their hero careers.
However—
The most shocking display came from Yaoyorozu.
"Heavy Firepower Armor!"
With her powerful shout, colorful light enveloped her body.
Seconds later, it faded—
Revealing a black armored suit.
The armor was covered with gun barrels of different calibers.
Two massive mortars sat on her shoulders.
The dark muzzles looked chilling.
At her command, every barrel lit up.
Then—
A storm of bullets erupted.
Cannon fire roared.
Gunpowder smoke engulfed her figure.
Only endless gunfire remained.
"Yaoyorozu… has grown this far already?!"
Even All Might broke into a cold sweat.
With this level of firepower, ordinary villains wouldn't even leave remains.
When the smoke cleared, everyone stared in shock.
In front of her, several thick concrete walls had been reduced to fine powder.
Cementoss stood nearby, scratching his head awkwardly.
"This… is terrifying!"
"It's way too violent!"
"I almost feel sorry for her enemies…"
The students erupted into discussion.
No one had expected the usually gentle Yaoyorozu to develop such a fearsome move.
Ignoring the chatter, Yaoyorozu pressed a button.
The armor disassembled and vanished.
Holding a metal barrel, she tilted her head slightly, her ponytail tracing a graceful arc in the air.
"Masata… what do you think of this move?"
Her confident gaze and heroic posture were completely different from her usual self.
For a moment—
Masata was speechless.