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  Hm... that voice...

  Izuku turned his gaze and saw at the top of the steps the figure of the Hero who, millennia ago, pushed him, with his example, to give his best to pursue a career as a Hero: All-Might.

  ?Only now has he shown up...? the boy with the stuffed hands said, annoyed

  ?"Only now"...? Izuku repeated, noting the statement, ?so he was your target, huh?? he asked, even though it sounded more like a statement than a question.

  Their target was All-Might, and given his clothing and where we are, it is very likely that he now teaches at UA. However, what is the reason? He began to think, then closed his eyes to put the question aside. No, that's not the right question for the situation. The enemy's goal is to kill him; however, such a weak Vilin rabble is of no use. There must be more. No... wait a moment...

  Izuku took his gaze to the Nomu's body and, ter, remembered the Nomu's reactions to his blows. Immediately, the pieces began to tie together, forming a complete picture. Or rather, it's not complete, but it's big enough to understand.

  ?Brat...? Izuku called, amused, looking at the boy with the stuffed hands ?it seems like I nipped your pn in the bud, far from perfect, huh? Hahahaha! Really pathetic.?

  ?You...!?

  ?But now, I'm tired of pying.? His statement is cold and full of murderous intent. His intention is clear.

  Seeing how he approached, the boy, with his embalmed hands, began scratching himself more forcefully, then ughed maniacally.

  ?You! You fucking Mini Boss OP! If it weren't for you, All-Might would be dead by now.? he said with a final ugh before calming down. ?Ah, well. Nomu is not dead yet. So nothing is lost as long as we have our Tank!?

  Either today's brats are too optimistic, or he has fucked up every shred of sanity. He thought, approaching calmly.

  However, the Machine Spirit screamed danger. His senses were refined again, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that, from his head alone, the Nomu had completely regenerated, and although he could read a shred of fear in the beast's eyes, it seemed this was not enough to get him to hesitate in his attack.

  ?Imperatoris Dentes.? Izuku cursed, moving to the side ?What the hell did they feed you for being so sprightly?? he said, throwing a powerful punch to its right cheek

  As he had noticed when they opened the dance, he again noticed that his fist had very little effect on the Nomu, in fact, it had not moved him at all.

  ?Regeneration...? Izuku spoke, performing a hold on the beast's left arm ?and Shock Absorption. Against normal hit or kinetic weapons, this beast is a real nuisance for those who specialise in that category.?"

  He pushed the Nomu away in front of him. A stone. He took a stone from the ground and threw it with a simple flick of his wrist. The sound generated was a gunshot. As he expected, the stone did not cause any damage to the monster.

  ?As I expected.? Izuku sighed. ?But apparently, bullets designed to penetrate armour and explode are too much even for him. We don't name cutting damage. Those are its nemesis.? He finished by cutting off the Nomu's legs and pnting it on the ground with his spear, piercing its sternum

  Killing him seems like an impractical option at the moment. I don't fully understand Nomu's regenerative potential, and if it has a limit, I don't see it yet.

  The Machine Spirit sensors alerted him to a movement behind him, making him sigh, but at the same time, he didn't even have the instinct to react. All-Might appeared behind him, neutralising the two Vilins who thought they were taking him by surprise.

  ?All-Might. As usual, I see that you don't hesitate to save people.? he stated amusedly.

  ?It is a Hero's duty to help others.? he proudly stated ?Furthermore, I must thank you in some way, and what better way to repay your protection of teachers and students than by covering your shoulders.?

  ?To be honest, All-Might...? Izuku began, chuckling and carrying his hand on Misericordia. ?You just saved those Vilins' lives. If he hadn't intervened, I assure you they would both have been disembowelled now.?

  ?......I understand.? All-Might said, stiffening for a moment. ?Now that I'm here, I'll take care of settling the score. After all, they had come for me. I would ask you to protect the students as I deal with these st remnants.?

  ?After all the work I've done, you ask me to pass the baton to you...? he analyzed the sentence ?from a tactical point of view, it is an ineffective request for the rapid end of the csh. Also, I don't think these two are as stupid as the ones I've faced in the st ten minutes.?

  His gaze turned to the mass of fog and the brat with embalmed hands, who began scratching himself violently again.

  ?The raid failed... Kurogiri, let's get back to base camp.? the brat stated ?But know this, All-Might: next time we see each other again, you'll die, and that Mini Boss OP won't be there to take your pce.? he stated as he disappeared into the dark purple fog.

  Mini-Boss OP. That one over there has a wheel out of pce and thinks he lives in a video game. Psychiatrists should exist in this universe.

  Even when pnted on the ground, the Nomu continued to wriggle, unable to move a millimetre due to the Paragon Spear. Now impatient, it moved over the Nomu.

  ?Imperatoris Dentes!? Izuku cursed, throwing a punch ?Shut. The Fuck. Up!!!? At each word, he threw a punch and, for the st, used all his strength, causing the Nomu to faint and form a crater under the Nomu's head. Everyone who observed him swallowed with difficulty and made a mental note to never make him impatient or an enemy.

  Two shots were suddenly heard, and Izuku shifted his gaze towards the entrance to the facility, noticing ten new arrivals.

  ?Forgive us...? spoke a composed male voice. ?We're a little te. But we brought everyone we could.?

  ?Css 1A Representative Tenya Ida!!? a young man with gsses and blue hair shouted ?Reporting!!?

  ?Shut up! You're too loud!? a distant voice roared.

  That voice had a nostalgic tone, and, turning towards its source, he saw a young man of tall stature, with a slender yet muscur build. He has short, pointed, ash-blond hair, sharp eyes and red irises. His expression was clearly angry. Seeing how Bakugo had stayed so alive and well made him chuckle.

  ?Oh dear, what a mess? said the voice that asked for forgiveness. ?I never expected a house of horrors within the USJ. But for what you did, besides thanking you, I will fly over it.?

  His gaze shifted to the front, and at his feet he saw a kind of anthropomorphic creature with characteristics of different animals, predominately those of a mouse, with a conspicuous scar on its right eye and white fur. He wears a white shirt, a double-breasted suit, bck trousers, work shoes and a red tie.

  ?I gave them the chance to leave? Izuku said in his vocalised voice ?They wouldn't heed the warning.?

  ?I understand. Truly deplorable.? sighed the anthropomorphic creature. ?Who do I have the pleasure of talking to anyway??

  ?Before I introduce myself, I think there are more important things to do.? Izuku said, reloading the Bolter on his spear ?I have cleared the ke and square area. If there are any more of your students in danger, I think it's time to head to the four remaining areas.?

  ?Hohoho. Really kind of you.? the anthropomorphic creature joyfully stated ?But it won't be necessary. Teachers are already taking care of it, and our students are not damsels in distress.?

  ?......I see.?

  Around him, he noticed new faces approaching, many of them from other areas where he had heard the sounds of fighting when he arrived, while many of the adults who had arrived ter had run towards the st areas where, most likely, the fighting was continuing.

  ?Is it not also about education, principal??asked a female voice.

  Looking back, he saw a tall, curvy woman with blue eyes and rather long eyeshes. She has long, dark purple hair that reaches below her waist. She wears a bck leather bodysuit without breasts, simir in style to a corset, over a thin, tight white jumpsuit that accentuates her voluptuous figure. A small red mask outlined her eyes, a pair of broken handcuffs on both wrists, and she held a flogger's whip in her hand.

  ?Oh dear. You might be right, Midnight-san? the principal said, turning to the woman, then clearing his throat. ?Am I a dog, a bear, or a mouse? It's not important, because I'm Principal Nezu.? he stated, raising his anthropomorphic paw.

  I would have said more of a mouse that doesn't make the other two animals. Izuku thought, sighing. With a puff, the armour released the seals and, with fluidity, he brought his hand to the helmet, removing it.

  Everyone in the square was impatient.

  The mysterious saviour who towers even over All-Might was calmly and fluidly removing his helmet. Curiosity was killing them.

  The face of a young man of perhaps 16-18 years old, at most, who seemed to have been sculpted by artists; his hair is a short green bush shaved on the right side, as are his eyes, sharp and deep, incredibly expressive, but which give the impression of having seen hell numerous times and has returned to tell the tale. His face is marked by more or less deep scars that stimute the instinct to respect his person, and you can still notice slight traces of freckles. On the head, a golden urel wreath that seemed to shine with its own light. Everyone present was mesmerised by that face, and the cheeks of all members of the opposite sex blushed slightly.

  ?Izuku Midoriya Valorian. Prefect Shield-Captain, Aquilian Shield. Adeptus Custodes. Guardian of the Golden Throne, member of the Ten-Thousand, holder of 1253 names, member of the Hykanatoi chamber and performer of four Blood Games. Loyal Servant of the Emperor of Mankind.? He let a few seconds pass to convey the weight of his presentation before continuing ?Son of Inko Midoriya and Hisashi Midoriya, Quirkless, currently categorised as a missing person. Back from the 41st millennium.?

  ?......Oh dear.? Nezu said pyfully