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It has just been a few hours since the breakout incident. Aizawa, sleep-deprived and agitated, stood before the class. "All right. With recent events out of the way" he began, "Next tomorrow, Class 1-A will undertake a field trip to practice rescue mission."
Many beamed at the news, while a few others were a bit skeptical. Momo raised her hands to ask a question. "Aizawa-sensei. While this is important for our development in heroics, how are we so sure that another breaching incident won't repeat itself?"
Aizawa looked at the ebony haired teen. He had somewhat been expecting a question like this. True, in as much as it was just false alarm of the reporters trespassing UA's entrance gates, this has potentially made several UA students question the security level of UA.
"It's crucial that we can't afford to delay your practical education. UA is considered one of the most secured hero academy in the whole world, a little mistake can happen once in a while. But it's nothing too serious." The pro hero was glad to see the relieved faces of his students, however his mind could only drift back to the previous briefing at hand:
Inside the faculty lounge, Aizawa stood before a group of instructors, his gaze stern. Beside him, Principal Nezu's usual cheer had faded into a serious, contemplative mood. Some important files had gone missing, that included Class 1 A's field trip- to the Unforeseen simulation Joint.
"There's no question this was coordinated," Nezu said grimly. "Someone inside is feeding them intel."
That someone, none of them yet knew, was closer than they imagined.
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That same day, the night hung thick with silence, the only sounds the occasional rustling of leaves and the distant hum of the city. Yuga Aoyama stood in a dim alleyway; his flamboyance extinguished under the weight of dread. Gone were the sparkles and confidence; all that remained was a trembling boy clutching an encrypted device like it was a ticking bomb.
Aoyama's heart pounded in his chest, beads of sweat forming at his temples. The cold night air did little to soothe his nerves. He held the small, encrypted device tightly in his hand, a device that contained valuable information; dangerous information. The mere thought of the consequences of this betrayal sent shivers down his spine. He had done everything All for one had asked, but this... meeting Void in person instead of All for one directly was a terrifying prospect.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed in his pocket. With trembling hands, Aoyama answered the call. "Yuga," came the deep, chilling voice of All for one on the other end. His voice was calm, but it carried the weight of someone used to complete and total authority. "I understand your hesitation. But you have nothing to fear. Void is... my most trusted assistant. He will be collecting the intel tonight."
Aoyama swallowed hard; his mouth dry. "Oui, monsieur," he replied shakily, trying to maintain his usual tone but failing miserably. His voice cracked under the pressure, betraying his fear. "It's just that... I've never met him in person. Void, I mean. I've heard rumors, but I—"
"You're safe as long as you do what you're told," All for one interrupted, his tone reassuring but undercut with the usual hint of menace. "Void may be... intimidating, but he will not harm you unless you give him a reason to. Understand?" Aoyama's grip tightened around the phone. "Yes... I understand."
"Good. Provide him with the information about All Might's involvement. This is crucial. Do not fail me." The call ended abruptly, leaving Aoyama in the suffocating silence once again. He glanced around the dark alley, the shadows seemingly growing deeper and more menacing by the second. He had heard whispers about Void; news of a ruthless, unknown villain/vigilante who has killed dozens of pro heroes and underground criminals. They even call him the grim reaper if that wasn't bad enough. He wasn't sure what was worse; the stories or the fact that Void was, by all accounts, working under All for one himself.
As Aoyama stood there, his breath shallow and heart racing, the darkness in front of him rippled, distorting reality itself. The familiar mist of Kurogiri's warp gate appeared, swirling ominously, and from its depths, a figure emerged.
Void.
He stepped out of the mist like a specter, his hulking form towering over Aoyama. Void's appearance was more monstrous than anything Aoyama had ever imagined. His eyes, once bright and full of life, were now cold and dead, glowing faintly beneath the shadow of his mask. His body, enhanced and augmented beyond recognition, exuded a terrifying power. Muscles bulged beneath his dark extra-large jacket, and the air around him seemed to hum with the restrained violence he carried within him.
Aoyama instinctively took a step back, his breath catching in his throat. His legs felt like they could give out at any moment.
"Did you bring the intel?" Void's voice was low, devoid of warmth, and held a weight that made Aoyama's stomach churn with fear. The sound of it felt like being submerged in ice-cold water—numbing, suffocating.
"Oui..." Aoyama stammered, struggling to find his voice. He held up the small device, his hands trembling as he extended it toward Void. "I-I have it. Everything about All Might's... movements. He'll be at the U.S.J. next tomorrow as part of our class's rescue training."
Void's piercing gaze didn't leave Aoyama as he reached out, his large hand dwarfing the small device. He took it, his grip firm but careful, his eyes never leaving Aoyama's face. The silence between them stretched, thick and suffocating. Aoyama's heart pounded in his ears as he felt the weight of Void's scrutiny.
Void glanced down at the device, his cold expression unchanging. "Did you double-check the information for accuracy?" His tone was sharp, demanding precision. Aoyama's knees nearly buckled under the weight of the question. He swallowed hard, his voice a shaky whisper. "Y-Yes, I double-checked it. It's all correct. All Might will be there, I swear."
Void remained silent for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as though evaluating Aoyama's every word, every movement. The tension in the air was unbearable, as if Void could snap him in half at any moment without a second thought. Suddenly, Void leaned in closer, his towering presence swallowing Aoyama in shadow. "You had better not be lying," he said coldly, his voice sending a chill down Aoyama's spine. "If this information is wrong... or if you compromise the mission... you and your family will be killed."
Aoyama's breath hitched. His skin turned cold, and he could feel the blood draining from his face. He had known this was the deal, the threat that had hung over him ever since All For One gave him his Quirk. But hearing it now, from Void himself, made the reality of it all the more terrifying. "I-I wouldn't..." Aoyama stammered, his voice barely a whisper. "I-I'm loyal. Please... I wouldn't—"
Void straightened, his expression unreadable. "Good. Then you'll live."
The words were simple, but they carried a weight that felt like a death sentence hanging over Aoyama's head. Void turned, preparing to leave, but something about the way he moved; so fluid yet so predatory; made Aoyama shudder. Before Void could disappear into the swirling mist of Kurogiri's warp gate, Aoyama found his voice again, though it was faint and shaky. "D-Does... does it ever get easier?"
Void stopped in his tracks but didn't turn around. The silence stretched between them again, but this time it was heavier, filled with something darker, something unspoken.
"Being his puppet," Aoyama clarified, his voice trembling with fear but laced with an odd, quiet desperation. "Serving him... knowing he controls everything you do. Does it ever get easier?" For a long moment, Void said nothing. The shadows clung to him, making him seem even more inhuman. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost hollow.
"There's no escape," Void said, his words carrying a finality that sent a shiver down Aoyama's spine. "You either obey... or you die. That's all there is." Without another word, Void stepped into the warp gate, the swirling darkness consuming him until he vanished completely, leaving Aoyama standing alone in the alley, his heart pounding in his chest and his mind reeling from the weight of his words.
Aoyama let out a shaky breath, his knees giving way as he collapsed to the ground, the fear overwhelming him. He clutched his chest, his body trembling uncontrollably. There was no escape. He was in too deep. And there was no way out. All For One controlled everything: his life, his family's life, his future. And now, Void had delivered that message with cold, unforgiving certainty. As Aoyama sat there, staring at the spot where Void had stood just moments before, he couldn't shake the image of those cold, dead green eyes. Somehow, why do they felt like the eyes of someone who had once been human?
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The next day…
In an abandoned warehouse around Yokohama; a crowd of shady figures; their faces hidden beneath masks or hoods, gathered. There was the faint glow of old fluorescent lights flickering against the cold concrete walls, uneasiness palpable as whispers echoed throughout the large space. Many of the underdog goons and thugs were restless, unsure of why they had been summoned here.
Near the center of the room, Shigaraki stood with his arms crossed, scratching at his neck with an irritated scowl. Beside him was Kurogiri, ever composed, his swirling mist-like form calm despite the uneasy murmurs of the crowd. Shigaraki having enough with the murmurings called out with his raspy voice, "Alright, shut up already. You're all here for a reason."
The murmurs died down, though the tension in the air remained thick. Shigaraki's presence alone wasn't enough to keep this group fully subdued, not with the type of thugs Giran had scraped together for the occasion. Shigaraki glanced at Kurogiri, "Tell them."
Kurogiri in turn stepped forward, his voice calm and professional, "We have brought you all here because we are preparing for a grand plan; a strike that will shake society to its core. By tomorrow, we will infiltrate U.A. High School, where the Symbol of Peace; All Might; resides. Our objective is simple: to kill him and dismantle the illusion of peace he has created."
The crowd broke into scattered whispers, many exchanging skeptical glances. Some openly snickered.
"Kill All Might? Yeah, right. These guys are delusional." A random goon said under his breath.
"What kind of crazy plan is this? They expect us to fight a living legend?" Another whispered.
Shigaraki's fingers twitched as he glared at the murmuring crowd, his agitation growing by the second. "Do you think this is a joke?! I don't care what you think. All Might is going to die, and you're going to help make it happen!" The protegee of all for one snapped at the crowds.
That was when one of the thugs boldly stepped forward, a sneer etched on his face. "You're out of your mind. You think a bunch of losers like us can take on All Might? He'll squash us like bugs. You're just some punk with a bad skin condition, and your plan is a joke."
Shigaraki visibly stiffened, his fingers twitching dangerously as he took a step toward the man. "Say that again if you dare." Kurogiri immediately placed a misty hand in front of Shigaraki, already knowing where this is going. "Tomura, please. Losing your composure will only make things worse."
The tension in the room grew heavier. Finally having enough, a figure that was standing slightly behind Shigaraki and Kurogiri stepped forward, making the entire room fall silent. Void stepped forward, the faint sound of his boots echoing ominously in the silence. His sheer presence made the bold thug falter, his sneer fading into a nervous grimace.
"Enough." Void said with a calm but cold voice, cutting through the air like a blade. The room fell completely silent at those words. Even Shigaraki paused, his irritation momentarily overshadowed by curiosity.
Dressed in a dark hoodie that obscured much of his face, baggy trousers that gave his hulking frame an even more imposing silhouette, and bandages wrapped tightly around his arms, Void was the epitome of menace. His glowing green eyes pierced through the dim light, pulsing with a cold intensity that sent chills down the spines of even the boldest criminals. The faint, rhythmic glow of the red scars etched into his skin only heightened the unease along with the slight glimmer of his mouthguard. For the past few months, Void had been an urban legend among the criminal underworld: an infamous killer of pro heroes whose presence alone was enough to make grown men shudder. Now, for the first time, they were seeing him in the flesh.
Void fixed his glowing eyes on the crowd, "You all speak of fear—fear of All Might, fear of failure. But tell me, what has your fear gotten you so far?"
The crowd shifted uneasily, many avoiding his piercing gaze. Void took another step forward, his deep voice unwavering. "All Might is no hero. He is a tyrant cloaked in righteousness, a false idol who crushes anyone who doesn't fit his narrow view of society. How many of you have lost your livelihoods because of him? How many of you have been forced into hiding, forced to scrape together a living in the shadows because of his so-called justice?"
A murmur rippled through the crowd. He was hitting a nerve.
"You call yourselves criminals, villains-but in truth, you are survivors. Survivors of a broken system that glorifies those who wield power and condemns those who dare to fight back. All Might and his kind have branded you as monsters, but they are the true monsters. They uphold a society that is rotting from the inside."
The tension shifted. The criminals began to listen, their skepticism giving way to intrigue. Void's glowing eyes narrowed. "This is not just about All Might. This is about tearing down the facade of justice that he represents. This is about reclaiming what was taken from you. And if you lack the spine to fight for that, then crawl back into the shadows and rot. But if you want to see this corrupt society fall, then stand and fight." The crowd began to murmur in agreement, a few nodding their heads.
The thug; still shaken but trying to save face; talked back at Void. "You talk a big game, hero killer. But what makes you any better? You think killing heroes makes you some kind of savior?" Void turned his gaze to the man, his glowing eyes like twin flames of green fire.
"Your name is Daisuke Sato. You were a loan shark who drove five families into bankruptcy. One of them was a single mother who took her own life because of your greed. And now you dare to judge me?" Void said with his voice dropping to an icy tone.
The man now recognized as Daisuke froze, his face pale. The rest of the crowd stared at Void in stunned silence. Void took a step closer to Daisuke. "I kill those who claim to be heroes but wield their power for their own gain. Corrupt, selfish individuals who poison society under the guise of justice. I am no savior. I am a weapon; a weapon aimed at the heart of this rotten world. And All Might is my target." The nomu's eyes narrowed at the frightened man, "You're really lucky you aren't under my radar. Because I would have personally thought of killing you myself. Fortunately, I deal with only underground criminals and falsified heroes, not petty thieves putting up a bravado."
Daisuke stumbled back, his defiance completely shattered. Void turned his gaze back to the rest of the crowd. "Make yourselves useful. Put an end to this sham of a society. Help us kill All Might, and you will no longer have to live in fear. You will no longer have to hide." The room erupted into murmurs of agreement, the initial skepticism replaced by a fervent determination.
"DOWN WITH THE SYMBOL OF PEACE!"
"DOWN TO ALL MIGHT!"
"TO A NEW ERA!"
And just like that, the crowd began roaring with new vigor, all down in full support of Void's proclamation. Shigaraki crossed his arms and let out a begrudging sigh. "Great, now you got them hyped up."
Kurogiri chuckled softly "True. But Void's methods were... effective."
Shigaraki grumbled, sulking further to himself. "I could've handled it. But still… Not bad, Void. Not bad."
"I'll take that as a compliment, young master." Void said, pulling his hood further over his face as he looked on at the cheering crowd. Even with that, he couldn't help but feel the weight of the task ahead: the task of killing the Symbol of Peace.
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