The Villain team headed inside the building. Shortly after, the Hero team prepared their entry, tasked with either neutralizing the Villains or securing the nuclear core.
"Hey... Deku... stay back. I’m going to kill that Ponytail and the Bun-head myself..."
"Kacchan, don't fall for their taunts! Yaoyorozu-san is obviously trying to provoke you into acting alone. Stay calm and follow the plan—"
BOOM! POP-POP-BOOM!
Ignoring Midoriya’s words, Bakugo let off a series of small explosions, his face contorted in a scowl.
"She looked down on me. I’m going to break her and show her who’s truly on top..."
"No... honestly, Kacchan, it's because you were so rude to Mr. Tsugikuni in the first place..."
Midoriya sighed. He knew his childhood friend well; once Bakugo’s temper flared, there was no stopping him. Deciding to stay back and guard the bomb, Midoriya just hoped Bakugo wouldn't be too brutal... though a part of him also worried for Bakugo instead.
"Momo~ can’t I handle Bakugo-kun?"
"There is no need for you to step in, Himiko. He is a piteous soul who is desperately in need of discipline. As a daughter of the Yaoyorozu family, it is my responsibility to correct such wayward behavior."
"Psh... fine. Then I’ll handle Midoriya-kun~"
Himiko pouted, disappointed that Momo had claimed the target she wanted, but she conceded for now.
"Shall we begin?"
Momo manifested a wooden training sword (bokken) using her Creation and stepped into the building. Himiko, meanwhile, used her threads to scale the outer wall toward the upper floors.
"Now then..."
Momo sharpened her demonic senses. She pivoted effortlessly, blocking a sudden explosive lunge from Bakugo.
"Ponytail... I’m going to destroy you!"
"You are truly unrefined and vulgar... I shall begin by correcting that attitude of yours! Moon Breathing, First Form: Dark Moon, Evening Palace!"
Momo’s bokken flashed forward. The speed caught Bakugo off guard; the wood struck his forearm with a numbing impact that felt as though the bone itself might crack. He hissed in pain and leaped backward.
"Ponytail! Stop with these stupid tricks and use your Quirk! Fight me for real! I’m going to prove I’m better than you!"
"You cannot even keep up with my basic swordsmanship, yet you remain so arrogant. And..."
Momo’s presence shifted. A dense, cold wave of demonic killing intent filled the hallway.
"How dare you refer to my Husband's swordsmanship as 'stupid tricks.' I shall show you the weight of your words."
Bakugo shuddered. For a split second, he felt like a frog standing before an anaconda.
I’m shaking? Me?
He stared at his trembling hand, realizing his instincts were screaming at him to flee. He shook his head violently.
No... there’s no way I’m afraid of some girl!
Refusing to accept the reality, Bakugo charged again.
"DIEEEE!"
He lunged with his right hand to trigger a blast, but Momo used the bokken to swat his wrist aside, redirecting the explosion. She followed up with a kick to his jaw that sent his head snapping back, then delivered a swift one-inch punch to his ribs, shattering his center of gravity. She tripped his feet and, before he could hit the floor, held the tip of the bokken to his nose.
"Surrender... this is my final warning."
Momo had neutralized him using nothing but basic martial arts—she hadn't even used a Breathing Style. Yet Bakugo’s pride wouldn't allow him to acknowledge the gap.
"Stop messing around... FIGHT ME FOR REAL!!!"
Bakugo used his explosions as thrusters, launching himself off the floor to deliver a flying kick. Momo caught his foot with one hand as if it were a falling leaf and tossed him aside like garbage. Her expression remained disturbingly calm.
"For someone of your level, I don’t even need to use ten percent of my power. Change of plans: I shall not use any Breathing Styles. I will handle you with pure physical technique."
It was the ultimate insult—a master showing mercy to an amateur. Watching her toss the bokken aside and stand with her hands empty, Bakugo felt the veins on his head throbbing.
"Don't mock me, Ponytail!!"
"Hmph!"
As he lunged, Momo deflected his left arm, blocked his leg with a single sweep, and delivered a powerful open-palm strike to his chest.
"GUH!"
The blow sent Bakugo sprawling. He gasped for air, his lungs struggling to reset. He stood up quickly, his eyes darting. Bakugo was arrogant, but he wasn't a fool; his combat instincts were top-tier. He began to analyze her movements, searching for the patterns. Then, he lunged again.
"You are quite slow to learn."
Momo reached out to deflect his right arm—
"I KNEW YOU'D DO THAT, BITCH!"
The right was a feint. The left followed with a concentrated blast.
"DIEEEE!!!"
He thought he had her, but he lacked one crucial piece of information.
"So predictable..."
CRASH!
Momo slammed her foot into the floor, creating a localized shockwave that threw Bakugo off-balance. She drove her palm upward into his chin, rattling his brain, and then unleashed a ten-hit combination of lightning-fast punches.
The force of the final blow sent Bakugo flying across the room. He crashed into the wall and slumped to the floor, still refusing to believe she was outclassing him.
Momo was actually restricting her demonic physical stats, using only what she could achieve as a human, and purely relying on martial arts. She had survived six months of Michikatsu’s murderous training sessions—training that would have killed a normal human multiple times over. An unhatched "egg" who hadn't even earned a Hero License stood no chance against an Upper Rank Two.
Still, Bakugo got up. Any other person would have lost the will to fight, but the light in Bakugo’s eyes remained fierce.
"You are persistent."
"Haah... haah... shut up and fight, Ponytail... I’m going to make you use that weird breathing... just wait..."
"I shall acknowledge your spirit. I will adjust my evaluation of you accordingly. But... I will not be using my Breathing against you, Bakugo-san."
"EAT DUST AND DIE!!!"
Bakugo lunged once more, and Momo settled into her stance.
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"Whoa... it’s quite noisy downstairs. Don’t you think so, Midoriya-kun?"
"Sigh... Kacchan, you idiot..."
On the top floor, Midoriya stood guarding the nuclear core. Himiko had scaled the building and was now facing him. Unlike the duo below, there was no snarling here. In fact, Midoriya looked quite apologetic.
"I’m sorry, Tsugikuni-san. Kacchan was incredibly rude to your brother..."
"Eh? Why are you the one apologizing, Midoriya-kun?"
"We're childhood friends... as much as we fight, I can't just leave him be. That idiot needs me to keep him in check."
"You’re quite the big-brother type, aren't you?"
"Ahaha... I’ve heard that since I was little..."
Despite the pleasantries, Midoriya was tense. He could feel a strange, ethereal pressure radiating from Himiko.
One For All: Full Cowl... ten percent...
Midoriya activated his Quirk—the legendary power passed down through nine generations. Unlike the canon timeline, Midoriya had spent his youth training in various martial arts and physical conditioning to become a Quirkless Hero. By the time he received One For All from All Might, his body was already a completed vessel. He had quickly mastered 'Full Cowl,' spreading the power across his body rather than focusing it in one limb. Currently, he could handle twenty percent of its power without strain.
"Since this is a class, I shall be serious, Midoriya-kun."
"The same goes for me..."
A moment of silence passed. Then, the two clashed.
"Spider Breathing, First Form: Cutting Thread Cage."
"Full Cowl, Shoot Style: Manchester Smash!"
Himiko wove her threads into a constricting net, but Midoriya shattered it with the wind pressure from his axe-kick. Himiko felt a surge of genuine interest. He was using only five percent of his power to test the waters, but the fact that he blew her threads aside was impressive.
"You’re quite strong, Midoriya-kun."
"And you’re even stronger than I thought..."
Midoriya felt it instinctively. Himiko wasn't just holding back; she wasn't even taking him seriously yet. The realization stung a little, but it fueled his determination. Fine. I’ll make her go all out.
"Full Cowl... fifteen percent... DETROIT SMASH!!"
"Hehe... you’re getting serious, aren't you?!"
Midoriya unleashed a massive shockwave with his punch. Himiko quickly wove her Steel and Sticky Threads into a dense, reinforced square shield, anchoring it to the floor. The wind pressure washed over the barrier, leaving her completely unharmed.
"I will win this!" Midoriya declared.
"Is that so? Good luck then, Midoriya-kun. Though I doubt it will be possible."
Я закончил.
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