"Control, this is patrol unit three! Control, respond! Respond!"
"There's a villain on Route 101 using a gigantification Quirk! We need backup! We need backup immediately!"
The chaotic voice of a police officer crackled through the radio.
On the streets of N City, panic had already erupted.
Several patrol officers were shouting themselves hoarse as they struggled desperately to maintain even the most basic order among the fleeing crowd.
Not far from them—
a gigantic shark-headed monster rampaged through the street.
The creature's body had expanded to nearly the size of a small building. Its massive frame loomed over the road like a living disaster.
With a feral roar, the monster wrapped one enormous hand around a roadside utility pole.
CRACK!
Concrete splintered.
The pole was ripped out of the ground like a blade of grass.
The shark-headed villain raised the heavy concrete pillar above his head, then smashed it down into the pavement again and again.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Each impact left massive craters in the road.
Chunks of concrete exploded outward like artillery shells, slicing through the air with shrill whistles as they scattered across the peaceful city.
Unfortunately—
this was the morning rush hour.
Workers were commuting.
Students were heading to school.
The streets were packed with people.
With the crowd so dense, avoiding the flying debris was nearly impossible.
Luckily, several police officers were still on the scene.
"Move! Move! Everyone evacuate!"
"This way! Head to the side streets!"
They waved their arms frantically, directing civilians toward safer areas while trying to keep the terrified crowd moving.
For a moment, the street turned into pure chaos.
People screamed.
Others cursed in panic.
Children cried.
The once peaceful morning street had transformed into a loud, frantic storm of noise.
Further down the road, people who hadn't even seen the monster yet were already retreating.
Fear spread faster than the truth.
The panicked tide of fleeing civilians quickly swept everyone away from the disaster zone.
Before long, the once crowded street became eerily empty.
Only a few bold—or perhaps reckless—people remained.
Some were small-time reporters, clinging stubbornly to their cameras.
Others were hardcore hero fans, unwilling to miss the appearance of a professional hero.
But the courage that kept them there wasn't born from strength.
They weren't powerful.
They didn't possess impressive Quirks.
Their confidence came from something else.
From a unique feature of this superhuman society—
Professional Heroes.
In their minds, no matter how serious the crisis became…
A hero would always appear.
No matter how powerful the villain was…
A hero would handle it.
That belief allowed them to stand there and watch.
They could spectate safely.
Because the danger would never fall on them.
Heroes would deal with it.
At first glance, this mentality might seem irresponsible.
But the truth was—
this "irresponsibility" had already become a collective social consensus.
It was the result of one man's lifetime of sacrifice.
A silent agreement between the world and the Symbol of Peace.
Because of him—
phrases like:
"Heroes will take care of it."
"A hero will come."
had become deeply ingrained in society.
Even the shark-headed villain rampaging through the street understood that reality.
He knew heroes would come.
Sooner or later.
And that knowledge filled his eyes with bloodshot fear.
His expression twisted violently.
Because beneath his madness—
he was terrified.
Terrified of heroes.
Originally, he had only intended to rob a store and escape.
Just a quick crime.
But something unexpected had happened.
The moment he began using his Quirk freely…
The moment he started smashing everything in sight…
The feeling of absolute freedom had overwhelmed him.
No rules.
No restraint.
No consequences.
The thrill of violence had intoxicated him.
And suddenly—
he didn't want to run anymore.
He wanted to keep destroying.
Even though a part of him still feared the inevitable arrival of heroes.
But in the end—
that intoxicating thrill of destruction won.
He would continue.
No matter what.
Standing in the middle of the devastated street, the mountain-like villain slowly scanned his surroundings.
The shattered pavement.
The destroyed buildings.
The chaos he had created.
His facial muscles twitched uncontrollably.
That twitch revealed his true emotions.
Excitement.
Fear.
Madness.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Nearby, a young reporter with trembling hands kept his camera aimed at the monstrous figure.
Despite his obvious fear, he forced himself to continue recording.
"Are you seeing this?!"
His voice shook as he spoke into the microphone.
"He's already destroyed four entire blocks!"
"This is terrifying! It's only been ten minutes!"
"This is really bad—really bad!"
"And he's still laughing!"
Almost as if he had heard the reporter's voice—
the shark-headed monster slowly turned his head.
Then, with casual ease, he lifted the concrete pole in his hand.
A simple formula existed in this world.
Density × Volume × Gravity = Destructive Force.
Even in a world filled with Quirks and superpowers…
physics still had its say.
So when the monster hurled the massive concrete pillar toward them—
everyone's courage instantly evaporated.
Police officers.
Hero fans.
Reporters.
They all turned and ran.
Because watching excitement was optional.
But losing your life wasn't.
The concrete pillar roared through the air like a missile.
Fortunately—
because everyone had fled in time—
the projectile struck nothing but empty pavement.
BOOM!
The pillar slammed into the ground and embedded itself into the cracked asphalt.
The shockwave echoed through the surrounding streets.
After witnessing that terrifying display of power, even the bravest spectators lost their nerve.
Within seconds—
the street was completely empty.
Completely silent.
Almost.
Because two figures still stood there.
In the middle of the deserted street.
A blue-haired boy in a black uniform.
And beside him—
a blonde girl with twin buns, dressed in a sailor-style school uniform.
The boy held the girl's hand calmly.
Both of them stood still like rocks in the middle of the tide.
Why didn't they run?
Had fear frozen their legs?
Had they simply lost their minds?
Of course not.
The real reason was much simpler.
In their eyes—
the giant shark-headed villain wasn't frightening at all.
Yes.
Those two figures were Shigaraki Tomura and Himiko Toga.
Originally, Shigaraki had planned to stroll through N City with Toga and visit Kanzaki Middle School.
Maybe even reconnect with his "classmates" a little.
But before they had even properly entered the city—
they had encountered this chaotic mess.
Shigaraki stared at the rampaging shark monster in the distance.
Then he let out a long, tired sigh.
"…Seriously."
"I just wanted to take a walk."
He scratched the back of his head with visible annoyance.
"I didn't expect the public order in this world to be such a mess."
"Someone's causing trouble every few days."
"It's impossible to even enjoy a simple outing in peace."
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