Chapitre 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.

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Chapitre 64: Chapter 63: Finale?

"That's... class teacher Aizawa?!"

Kaminari, surrounded by crackling electricity, could already make out the scene ahead, even though he was still some distance away. His sharp eyes widened as he saw the bloodied figure of Aizawa-sensei pinned to the ground by a monstrous figure with an exposed brain. The sight sent a shock through his system.

"Did... did he lose? The class teacher…"

Kaminari had heard about how Aizawa fought off nearly a hundred villains by himself, and despite the overwhelming numbers, it still felt surreal to see the seasoned Heroes lying defeated in a pool of his own blood. After all, this was the man who commanded so much respect from his students.

He gritted his teeth and pushed himself harder, his body surging with electricity as he increased his speed by another 20%, despite the burning pain spreading through his muscles.

His eyes darted to the side and caught sight of a pale-haired boy, "Tomura Shigaraki" rushing toward Tsuyu and Midoriya by the riverbank. Panic welled up inside Kaminari as he realized how close Tomura's hand was to their faces. Even though he didn't know what his Quirk was exactly, he had a sinking feeling that nothing good would come of it.

"Please! Please let me get closer! Fifty meters... that's all I need!"

He was desperate now. Despite his earlier misgivings about becoming a Heroes, he knew one thing for certain: he couldn't stand by and watch his classmates suffer, especially not when he had the power to intervene.

He swore to himself, if he could just get within fifty meters, he'd shoot that silver coin on his fingertip straight through Shigaraki's head, without hesitation.

"Damn it! I'm too far—too slow!"

His heart sank as he saw Shigaraki's hand inch closer to Tsuyu's frozen face. The white-haired villain was mere moments from touching her.

*No!*

But then, Shigaraki's hand stopped, seemingly out of nowhere.

Kaminari blinked in confusion, only to realize the reason for the sudden halt. It was Aizawa, still conscious despite the blood covering his face, lifting his head just enough to activate his Quirk and erase Shigaraki's power.

"Cut it out, Eraser Head. You're really something else, huh?" Shigaraki muttered with annoyance, turning to look at the struggling teacher. But in the next second, Nomu's massive fist came down on Aizawa, slamming him back into the ground. This time, Aizawa lay still, unconscious.

*No!*

Midoriya's eyes flashed with anger and determination as he activated his Quirk, "One For All". His right arm glowed a brilliant red, and in an instant, he shot toward Shigaraki with everything he had.

"Put your hands down—!"

"SMASHHHH!!!"

The sheer force of Midoriya's punch created a shockwave that tore through the air, sending debris flying everywhere. The intensity of the impact was so great that the river nearby surged up like a tidal wave, crashing against the shore.

At the same moment, Kaminari reached within range, his eyes burning with the same determination. Without hesitation, he fired off his railgun, sending a golden beam of electromagnetic energy straight toward Shigaraki's head.

*BOOM!!!*

The combined force of Midoriya's punch and Kaminari's railgun sent a powerful shockwave across the battlefield. The ground trembled beneath them, dust and debris spiraled in the air, and the river's waves churned violently.

Even Kaminari, who had stopped his high-speed movement, was forced to brace himself against the violent winds. His platinum robe flapped wildly, nearly tearing off from the sheer force of the blast.

"...I've seen it before, but—man… where does all that power come from?" Kaminari muttered, his voice hoarse from the strain. He could barely comprehend the level of destruction Midoriya's punch alone had caused. It was like watching a missile go off, and he couldn't imagine how a kid their age could produce such a result.

As the dust began to settle and the wind died down, Kaminari's vision cleared, and he scanned the area.

"Is he dead?" he asked aloud, trying to see if Shigaraki had survived the combined attack.

There was no way anyone could survive both Midoriya's punch and a direct hit from his railgun, right? Even a seasoned Heroes would struggle to withstand such an onslaught.

But then, Kaminari's heart sank.

"It didn't work…"

Midoriya's voice trembled with disbelief as he stared at the towering figure of Nomu, standing unharmed in front of Shigaraki. The brain-exposed creature had somehow blocked both attacks, his monstrous body appearing completely unscathed.

"What… what the hell is that thing?"

Kaminari's eyes widened as the reality of the situation set in. That... thing had tanked both their attacks as if they were nothing. This was no ordinary villain. Midoriya's words from earlier echoed in Kaminari's mind:

"They've come up with a strategy to kill All Might, haven't they?"

Kaminari's chest tightened as he stared at Nomu. Was this monster specifically designed to take down the Symbol of Peace?

Shigaraki, who had been hiding behind Nomu's hulking figure, chuckled darkly. "That was quite a show, 'smash'... You must be one of All Might's little pets, huh?"

His mocking tone made Kaminari's blood boil, but then Shigaraki's attention shifted to him.

"And you..." Shigaraki's voice turned cold. "You almost killed me with that beam of yours. How ruthless for a Hero student."

Kaminari only smirked in response. "Ruthless? You must be new to this. If you thought I was playing nice, you're in for a surprise. Aren't you supposed to be a villain? Maybe you're just an intern, huh?"

The taunt stung Shigaraki, his expression darkening with anger. "Let's see if you can still talk like that after I'm done with you."

"Nomu! Get him!"

At Shigaraki's command, the massive Nomu abandoned Midoriya and the others, vanishing with terrifying speed as it charged straight at Kaminari. He didn't even leave behind an afterimage, it was as if he simply disappeared.

"So fast—way too fast!!"

Kaminari's heart pounded in his chest. He couldn't react in time. His eyes could barely track Nomu's movement, let alone his body. The monstrous figure loomed over him in an instant, and Kaminari knew he was out of options.

"Am I going to die here?"

*BOOM!!!*

Another explosion of air erupted as Nomu's fist slammed into the ground where Kaminari stood. Dust and debris shot into the sky, and the ground trembled from the force of the blow.

But something wasn't right. Shigaraki squinted through the dust cloud, his voice laced with confusion.

"What's going on?" he muttered, unable to see through the thick veil of dust.