Kapitel 62: Chapter 61: Lightning Chain

In the next second, an electromagnetic beam shot forward, so fast that all anyone could see was the blinding golden light. It tore through the air, rocks, and everything else in its path before anyone could even react.

The result? A straight line of ten villains, all left stunned, their clothes singed and smoking, with the shockwave knocking them off their feet.

For a moment, the world went silent. The atmosphere dropped to freezing point as both the remaining villains and Kaminari's classmates, Momo and Kyoka stared in shock. The golden afterglow from the blast lingered in the air, making the scene all the more intimidating.

"Ding—"

Kaminari stood with a cold expression, looking at the villains, whose faces were now painted with fear. Slowly, he pulled another coin from his pocket and pointed it at another group of villains in a different direction.

"If you want to test your luck, step forward," Kaminari said, his voice icy and controlled.

The villains, drenched in sweat, didn't dare move. They hadn't expected a teenager to be this powerful. Their eyes flickered nervously between Kaminari and the ten unconscious bodies lying on the ground, all with their chests scorched and smoking, as if they'd been struck by an explosive force.

"Momo, make me fifty steel balls, now," Kaminari commanded, his gaze not leaving the villains.

"Huh?" Momo snapped out of her daze, startled by the request. "Oh! Right! I'm on it!"

Though she hurried to produce the steel balls, she and Kyoka couldn't help but glance at Kaminari's back. The golden characters embroidered on his robe seemed to shimmer in the wind, and for the first time, they both understood what it meant for Kaminari to call himself the "First Raikage."

Before they could process their thoughts further, a gruff voice broke the silence.

"That move he just used… it can only be done once, and only in one direction!"

The villains stirred uneasily. One of them had spoken up, challenging the others with his assumption.

But the rest of the villains were far from convinced. "You think we're idiots?" one of them spat, glaring at the speaker. "You don't even know for sure! You're just guessing! And you expect us to gamble our lives on that?"

Even if the assumption was correct, that Kaminari could only attack in one direction, no one wanted to be the unlucky target. One wrong move, and they'd end up like the ten corpses at their feet.

The speaker's words might have held some sway, but physically, no one dared to step forward. Their fear was palpable, and despite the tension, not a single villain made a move.

"Where are you hiding?" Kaminari thought, scanning the surroundings for the source of the voice. Whoever was speaking was smart—dangerous, even—and that made them a priority.

But before he could locate the source, the voice rang out again, this time filled with disdain and frustration.

"Have you all forgotten the gift the BOSS gave us?!"

The surrounding villains hesitated, visibly torn. Some of them wavered, but ultimately, no one took action. Whatever "gift" the voice was referring to, it wasn't enough to override their fear of Kaminari.

Suddenly, the ground beneath Kaminari cracked open with a loud *crunch*, and two powerful arms burst out from the earth, grabbing onto his legs.

"Kaminari!" Momo and Kyoka screamed in unison, panic flashing across their faces.

A villain, hidden beneath the ground, had struck. His hands, now clamped around Kaminari's legs, crackled with a surge of electricity.

"You forgot the gift, but I haven't!" the villain growled, his voice filled with hatred. "You're finished, kid!"

But instead of panicking, Kaminari's face broke into a grin.

"Why is he smiling?" a nearby villain murmured, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"He's… laughing!" another one exclaimed, horrified by what he was witnessing.

Indeed, Kaminari was laughing. Even as the electricity from the villain's hands surged through him, Kaminari barely flinched. He looked down at the villain's hands and chuckled.

"Ah, the level difference between us really is big—especially when it comes to Quirks…" Kaminari smirked.

The lightning coursing through him was absorbed into his body with ease. His Quirk perfect for dealing with any electricity-based attack allowed him to take in the current like it was nothing. In fact, it was recharging him.

"Thanks for the charge," Kaminari said, his voice low and dangerous. "But now, it's time for you to disappear."

With a crack of electricity, Kaminari released a massive surge of golden lightning into the villain's arms. The current traveled straight down to the masked figure still hidden beneath the ground.

"Impossible… my level—" the villain's voice broke into a blood-curdling scream.

For five long seconds, the villain convulsed, his body unable to withstand the intense shock. His wails echoed across the battlefield until, finally, he passed out, his body limp.

"How pathetic," Kaminari said, stepping over the villain's unconscious form. "You thought you were something, but you're just a lackey."

He continued walking forward, his eyes scanning the remaining villains. They had completely lost their fighting spirit.

"Momo, how's it going?" Kaminari called back without looking.

"All done!" Momo shouted, throwing a small white bag toward him. Kaminari caught it mid-air, quickly checking the contents.

"Perfect," he muttered, eyeing the dozens of steel balls inside. He then looked up, locking eyes with the remaining villains. A devilish grin spread across his face.

"Now… it's your turn," he said, his voice laced with anticipation. "Don't worry. You won't die… probably."

With a powerful twist of his waist, Kaminari spun in place. As he did, he sent a small jolt of electricity into the steel balls, charging them with a crackling energy. In one smooth motion, he hurled all fifty steel balls into the air, scattering them in every direction.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The steel balls spread out, landing behind or beside the surrounding villains. Some of them looked down in confusion, sensing that something was wrong. They started to move, but it was too late.

"Chain Lightning. Three hundred thousand volts!"

Kaminari unleashed a torrent of electricity, more powerful than anything he had used before. The energy surged from his body, arcing toward the charged steel balls. The balls acted as conduits, spreading the electric current outward in all directions.

"Crack—crack—crack!"

"Ahhh!!"

The lightning tore through the battlefield, connecting each steel ball like a web of electrical fury. The villains caught within the circle screamed as the current surged through their bodies, their muscles spasming uncontrollably.

In an instant, the entire area within a twenty-meter radius was engulfed in golden light. Dozens of bodies fell to the ground, twitching as they were overwhelmed by the sheer voltage.

Kaminari stood at the center of the storm, his hair crackling with leftover electricity. His plan had worked perfectly.

He turned back toward Momo and Kyoka, who stood in awe.

"It's over…" he said quietly, watching as the last of the villains collapsed into unconsciousness.

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Kapitel 63: Chapter 62: Friendship Between Men

The simulated disaster area, designed to replicate earthquake accidents, was a scene of chaos. Twisted buildings, cracked streets, and scattered rubble painted a grim picture. It resembled a post-apocalyptic wasteland, only without the innocent civilians caught in the crossfire.

"Go to hell!!"

*Boom!*

A violent explosion erupted from the ruins of a broken building, scattering debris and sending unconscious villains flying.

*Thud!*

The bodies and rubble hit the ground with brutal force, the dull sound echoing across the desolate area. The carnage caused by the blast was clear to see.

"Damn, Bakugo's on a rampage!" Kirishima exclaimed, wiping the sweat from his forehead after landing a hard punch on a villain. He turned to watch Bakugo wreaking havoc nearby, using his explosive Quirk with reckless abandon.

Tetsutetsu, whose battle uniform was in tatters from fighting, frowned in agreement. "I thought I was one of the top guys in Class A, especially after Kaminari and Todoroki. But after fighting alongside Bakugo for just a few minutes, I realized—" he clenched his fists, "I can't beat that guy."

As much as he hated to admit it, the truth was undeniable. Even though Bakugo's personality was grating, Tetsutetsu had to acknowledge his strength.

"Damn it!" he growled, frustration boiling over. With a swift kick, he sent two villains crashing out of a window.

"I've been working so hard, so why do I feel like I'm falling behind?"

The battlefield calmed for a moment. The villains who had been swarming the three boys lay scattered on the ground, either unconscious or thrown from the building. The best those villains could hope for was a few broken bones, if they were lucky.

"Wow! What's with your kicks, Tetsutetsu? They're insane!" Kirishima said, genuinely curious. He'd noticed that despite their similar Quirks, Tetsutetsu fought differently from him.

While Kirishima preferred to go in with his fists hardened and ready, Tetsutetsu relied more on his legs. And when he kicked, villains flew like they'd been hit by a wrecking ball.

"Huh?" Tetsutetsu scratched the back of his head. "It's simple. They're weak, so it's easier to clear them out with kicks."

Inwardly, though, he thought, "Just wait until I master judo, I'll be a force of nature with my punches and kicks."

Despite his frustration, Tetsutetsu was satisfied with his leg strength. It was the result of endless practice, training his body at high speed day and night.

As the dust settled, the two boys noticed Bakugo moving outside the building, heading off on his own.

"Hey, Bakugo, where are you going?" Kirishima called after him, jogging to catch up.

"Hah?" Bakugo shot him a look of irritation. "Where do you think? I'm going after that teleporting b*****d. I'm gonna kill him!"

Kirishima groaned, shaking his head. "We're still in the middle of this, and you're acting like a kid!"

Bakugo ignored him, his face set in that familiar stubborn glare. Kirishima looked helplessly to Tetsutetsu for backup.

Surprisingly, Tetsutetsu nodded in agreement with Bakugo this time. "Actually, he's got a point. That smoke guy is the key to their movements. If we catch him, we stop them from getting away."

Kirishima blinked in surprise. "Since when did you get so thoughtful?"

Tetsutetsu shrugged, scratching his head. "After hanging around Kaminari for so long, I've picked up a few things. But if Kaminari's here, he's probably already figured this out. He's probably dealing with it right now."

"Didn't expect much from your iron head," Bakugo sneered, though his tone was more mocking than hostile.

"Tch, don't act like you thought any of this through," Tetsutetsu shot back, unbothered. "You're just following your instincts as usual."

"Whatever you say," Bakugo grumbled, not bothering to argue. He sprinted off, explosions popping from his palms as he shot forward.

"Bakugo!!" Kirishima called after him, frustrated at his friend's stubbornness.

"Let's go," Tetsutetsu said, patting Kirishima on the shoulder. He canceled his steel transformation, relying on his trained legs to close the gap. "We can't let him hog all the action."

Kirishima grinned, falling back into his regular form as well. "You got it!"

Though Bakugo led the way, the two boys were right behind him, their competitive spirits pushing them to keep up.

"Stop following me!" Bakugo barked again, his temper flaring.

Kirishima couldn't help but laugh. "We're not following you! We're going to find Kaminari!"

Tetsutetsu chimed in, "If I can figure out the black smoke guy is key, Kaminari's already miles ahead of us."

Bakugo snorted. "What are you, his lapdog?"

Tetsutetsu just smiled, not taking the bait. "I doubt you'd understand something like the 'friendship between men.'"

"Tsk, that's disgusting," Bakugo snapped, though his mind drifted to Midoriya for a moment. That idiot had always rushed in to help, even when Bakugo pushed him away. He shook the thought from his mind.

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Meanwhile, Kaminari, Momo, and Kyoka had returned to the entrance of USJ, where they'd first been teleported.

"Thirteen!!" Momo gasped, spotting Thirteen's damaged spacesuit, now ripped open and useless.

"Kaminari! YaoMomo! Jiro!" Uraraka and Mina waved at them, their relief palpable.

Kaminari quickly assessed the area. Bodies of defeated villains were strewn about, but something was off. "Where's the smoke b*****d?" he asked sharply.

Shoji Mezo, the tall multi-armed student, stepped forward. "The black smoke disappeared after Iida made it out to get help."

Kaminari's eyes followed the direction Shoji was pointing, toward the far end of the battlefield. Through the haze of knocked-out minions, he could make out a dark figure—still moving.

The black smoke guy.

"Stay here. I'm going to help Mr. Aizawa," Kaminari said, his voice steady and serious.

"Kaminari, are you crazy?!" Momo called after him. "It's too dangerous!"

"Don't go alone!" Kyoka added, her voice filled with concern.

Kaminari gave them a reassuring glance over his shoulder. "We can't let Mr. Aizawa handle all of this by himself. Don't worry I've still got those fifty steel balls from earlier. I can handle a group fight."

"Steel balls?" Uraraka asked, looking confused, but Kaminari didn't offer any more explanation.

With that, Kaminari sprinted off, his speed leaving behind a golden afterimage. The words printed on the back of his robe—"The First Raikage" fluttered in the wind as if they had come to life.