[Hero News – Helicopter Broadcast, Live Over UA Stadium]
Camera shaking from turbulence. Sirens echo below. Smoke rises from the cracked remains of what was once the stadium field. The hovering news chopper dips to catch the scene below as frightened civilians scatter under the watch of scattered, wounded heroes.
"This is Reina Hoshimi with Hero News, broadcasting live from the edge of what is now a warzone. The UA Sports Festival has descended into unprecedented chaos. What began as a proud moment for the next generation of heroes is now ground zero for what appears to be a mass villain assault."
The camera zooms into a section of the stadium where the stands have caved in. Paramedics struggle to reach injured civilians. A streak of scorched earth stretches from the center to the edge—collateral from Endeavor's last desperate attack.
"We're receiving confirmation that multiple specialized Nomu have been deployed—each seemingly engineered to counteract specific Pro Heroes. Endeavor, the Flame Hero, engaged his assigned opponent with a stunning 'PLUS ULTRA!', managing to incinerate the target at point-blank range—"
A brief clip rolls of Endeavor staggering away from a collapsed Nomu corpse, his body steaming, blood trailing from his mouth as he drops to one knee.
"—but was critically injured in the process and is now being transported by Hawks and Recovery teams. Edgeshot, Ryukyu, and Mirko are all engaged, but exhaustion is setting in. Fatgum is down. Gran Torino is grounded. And All Might—yes, you heard right—All Might himself has sustained major damage."
The camera flickers to a broken section of the stadium's northern wall. A charred impact crater marks the battleground. In the center stands a battered All Might, panting, eyes hollow.
"We have visual confirmation—All Might, the Symbol of Peace, has fallen to one knee. Blood trails down the corner of his mouth. ."
The camera shakes again.
"Wait—wait—we're seeing something now. A shift on the battlefield. Students vomiting, clutching their heads. Pro Heroes staggering. Even the remaining Nomu... frozen?"
The shot zooms into the epicentre, where Enrai and the black-blue aura Nomu stand. Neither moves. The ground itself seems to hum. A cloud of glowing dust hangs unnaturally still in the air.
"And amidst all this... we have a unique UA teacher. A name only whispered so far—Enrai. The towering figure, reported as a temporary UA instructor, has stood unaffected through the chaos. While little is known of him, his presence seems to disturb even the Nomu themselves. Multiple witnesses claim his movements are... not of this world."
"We repeat: Enrai is not a Pro Hero registered with the Hero Public Safety Commission. There are no records. But his power is unmistakable—and terrifying."
[Nippon News: LIVE FEED]
Location: Above the U.A. Stadium —
"—and we're back, ladies and gentlemen. This is Akari Taiga with Nippon News Network reporting live from the skies above what is left of the U.A. Stadium, now completely engulfed in chaos," a woman's voice trembled over the helicopter's feed, the camera shaking from turbulence and rising air pressure.
"Earlier today, All Might fought with everything he had and managed to knock the villain's leader unconscious—yes, you heard that right—but a new threat has emerged. Something far worse."
The feed zoomed in. Below, the titanic Nomu—no, the creature—stood unmoving, exuding waves of invisible terror.
"We've never seen anything like this. The Nomu, if you can still call it that. It hasn't moved, but its mere presence is affecting the battlefield. Pro heroes have frozen. Students are vomiting. Other Nomu have stopped entirely in place as if surrendering to a greater alpha. Viewers… this may be the first time in history we are seeing a villain with the ability to dominate not by force, but by presence alone."
Another voice joined from the studio: "Akari, are you saying the other Nomu are terrified of this new one?"
"Yes, Kenji," she replied. "They've gone completely motionless. It's as if this one rewrote the hierarchy in an instant. And facing it—only one stands. The mysterious golden warrior, known to the public as Enrai."
The camera panned slowly.
Enrai and the black-blue monstrosity stood at the very center of the cratered stadium—no more than a foot apart. Neither moved. No words spoken.
Just their auras colliding.
"God help us all," Akari whispered.
[Third-Person Perspective – U.A. Stadium Ground Level]
In the center of what was once the tournament stage, time itself seemed to pause. Rubble and debris circled their feet like offerings from the battlefield. Enrai—known to few as Radahn—stood eye to eye with the sentient Nomu.
The Nomu was colossal, nearly 11'8", its shoulders hunched with inhuman muscle, chest pulsing with a dull blue-black light. Embedded deep within its flesh were jagged glinstone ore fragments, pulsing erratically like a second heart. Its eyes burned with low, unnatural awareness. This wasn't a beast. It was something more.
Enrai stood his ground—6'7" of sovereign might clad in torn armor and fury. Golden-red energy pulsed around him like a living flame, faintly humming as the wind bent around his presence. His eyes locked with the creature's, reading into it—this wasn't simple creation. This was something that shared a distant familiarity.
Suddenly, Enrai's aura expanded.
A radiant eruption of sovereign might blasted outward from his body. Not a roar, not a punch—just presence. The very essence of a conquering general who once stood above armies and shattered stars. The air quivered. Cracks spidered across the stone beneath his feet. Students watching from the remaining safe zones collapsed to their knees, overcome by the sheer weight of the moment.
The Nomu was hurled back—not by a strike, but by force of Enrai's will alone. It seemed to slammed into the stadium wall, reducing reinforced steel and concrete to dust.
Yet, in the same instant, a soundless shock turned heads.
BOOM.
Rubble flew. Enrai was gone from his spot—no one saw him move.
A fraction of a second later, he was buried halfway in a distant wall, body scorched and shirt torn. The Nomu now stood where Enrai once did. Not panting. Not even smug. Silent.
[Hero News Broadcast]
"Incredible! We… we just witnessed the impossible. The Nomu was repelled—visibly thrown backward—yet it's now Enrai who has been struck down! This defies all tactical logic. Our analysts are scrambling to decipher what occurred."
"We have no visual evidence of the Nomu moving. No wind displacement. No forward motion. It's as if the universe rewrote itself in that split second."
"Viewers, this marks the first time we've seen Enrai—who withstood the Nomu's earlier ambush—visibly injured. If he can be thrown like this... what is this creature?"
[Ground-Level Reactions]
Shoto Todoroki, clenched his fist. "What... what is that thing?"
Ochako gasped, trembling. "He didn't even move—did he?"
Bakugo snarled, but even his voice cracked. "What the hell kind of monster just got summoned?"
And Izuku Midoriya—eyes wide, heart pounding—could only mutter:"…Enrai-sensei... please don't lose."
Hawks, bleeding from one wing, narrowed his eyes. "I didn't see a twitch. And I've caught bullets mid-flight."
All Might, bruised and barely able to stand, stared from the rubble with widened eyes. Gran Torino, coughing blood, could only whisper, "Even I… couldn't track it. That thing… it reversed concept itself."
Best Jeanist's knees buckled. "How did Enrai switch positions? One moment he stood strong… then suddenly—he's the one in the debris…"
Endeavor growled. "That wasn't an attack—it was something else. That thing bent reality."
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The entire battlefield was still.
The winds that once carried fire and debris were now suspended mid-gust. Rubble no longer shifted. Cries of pain and struggle had gone mute. And at the center of it all stood the towering being—
From the debris, Enrai slowly rose. His coat was torn open at the ribs, chest scratched, hair ash-dusted. He looked down at his own palms. No visible strike. No impact mark. But it felt like being thrown by the very force of the cosmos.
Across from him, the Nomu tilted its head slightly. Not out of curiosity—but judgment.
Enrai narrowed his eyes, and finally spoke.
"So… it wasn't your strength. You reversed my own."
The air pulsed again. Wind spiralled at their feet.
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The world had grown silent in the aftermath of destruction.
Smoke coiled above the shattered remains of the stadium. Distant cries of civilians mixed with the crackling of flames and falling rubble. Heroes stood bloodied, scorched, and barely upright. The air was thick with ash—and dread.
Among the chaos, buried in broken debris, a heavy cough broke the silence.
A gauntleted hand twitched.
Then fingers clawed free from a mound of rubble.
The body that emerged was burned, his mechanical mask cracked at the seams. One of the most feared beings in existence—an ancient evil thought unconscious by all—slowly raised his head, his singular eye now half-open and gleaming with hate.
All For One… stirred.
His breathing was ragged, his bones still ached from the devastating punch All Might had delivered earlier. That blow had not only broken concrete but shattered his internal systems. Even with regeneration, it had taken time.
But now—he was awake.
And before him… it stood.
His creation.
His masterpiece.
Not a Nomu.
To call it a Nomu would be an insult. This was not the next evolution—it was the final form. Something closer to a calamity than a being. Its eerie, black-blue aura crackled like cursed lightning, sending out pulses of wrongness through the battlefield. Its towering frame stood unnaturally still. The twisted remnants of glinstone ore embedded in its body shimmered like dying stars.
All For One began to laugh—a sick, wheezing sound that sent chills down the backs of nearby heroes.
"Heh… it's beautiful… utterly beautiful…"
He looked up, grinning madly as if beholding a god.
"My masterpiece… you all call them Nomu," he whispered to the sky, voice hoarse but laced with malice.
"But this... this is apocalypse. This… is the nemesis of all. Yours, mine, and especially yours... Enrai. Should i call you that? H-Haha"
The last word was spat with venom and awe—directed at the golden-red figure standing firm in the distance, cloaked in light and myth.
Then All For One's head dropped.
But it was no accident.
He hadn't passed out.
A single dark portal emerged as he fell in it , this happened so fast that even the heroes didn't have time to move or more like they couldn't move.
But All for One,
He continued to watch.
From the shadows.
Let the chaos unfold without his interference. The world would see what true despair looked like—without him lifting a finger.
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Still kneeling amid the crater, Enrai slowly stood.
He dusted himself off, golden-red aura flickering with silent grace. His expression remained unchanged, but internally…
'That wasn't strength. That was displacement. I was thrown back—but not by a hit. It was as if my own aura… repelled me.'
He stared at the being again.
Its black-blue aura twisted around it like spectral vines, suffocating the very air. The temperature dropped not metaphorically—but literally. Frost formed at their feet. Cracks in the surrounding earth steamed from rapid cold.
Enrai took a step forward.
"No," he muttered to himself. "Not a Nomu."
He saw it now.
This wasn't some artificial weapon.
This was sentient.
This… was aware.
And worse—it remembered something ancient.
Something familiar.
His gaze, once calm and observant, was now narrowed, locked upon the towering Nomu before him—the being that had forced him to feel…resistance. For the first time since he emerged into this world, something had countered him.
Something that understood him.
And worse… something had adapted.
Enrai's torn shirt flicked with the breeze, the temperature still unnaturally low from their previous confrontation. Dust circled them like faint ghosts whispering from a past only he could remember. His breath was steady. But inside his mind, the thoughts turned like blades.
'That energy… it wasn't a mere Quirk.'
He studied the creature again—no, not creature. Entity. Its body shimmered faintly beneath patches of hardened flesh, like glinstone fused into muscles and in his brain. Its eyes didn't glow, they sank, black and blue with a depth that made the void look shallow.
'It mimicked my repulsion. It inverted my force… cast me from my own technique. A ripple across the very law of impact. Fascinating.'
He tightened a gauntleted fist, scorched with ash and embers from the exchange.
'This ore. It's glinstone. That much is obvious. But it resonates beyond mere power—it remembers. I can feel it. Fragments of incantations, echoes of the mages... they're embedded within it.'
The Nomu twitched, slightly. It wasn't aggression. It was patience. Waiting.
Enrai's eyes flared for a moment as he stepped lightly in a half circle, examining the creature. 'Infused with Quirks. A strange alchemy. Glinstone from the Lands Between, paired with something native to this dimension.'
He paused.
'They're not just experimenting anymore. They're forging. Combining my legacy with their chaos. This is not a weapon…'
His eyes narrowed further, catching the faint rhythm in the Nomu's stance, the controlled posture, the way it avoided provoking an aura clash again.
The ground beneath his feet cracked, faint veins of golden-red energy rippling across the surface like molten threads drawn by thought alone.
From a distant perch, reporters from Hero News trembled in their helicopter, the camera lens zoomed far beyond a safe distance.
"So you're the product of my interference." Enrai Smiled.
One of the anchors whispered, "Is it just me, or… did Enrai just smile?"
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The earth was still quaking softly.
Dust clung to the wrecked stadium's skeleton, and smoke hovered like the breath of war gods watching from the heavens. Cracked marble, crushed steel, and bloodied banners framed the arena that once hosted youthful dreams.
And in the center—two beings who no longer resembled anything this world could define.Enrai, the golden-red titan, and the towering monstrosity cloaked in sinister blue-black malevolence.
But in the backdrop of this divine duel, something unexpected stirred.
[Student]
Despite the carnage, despite the horror, a strange light rekindled in the hearts of the students who had once stood paralyzed by despair. Their knees weak, some still shaking from the aftermath of the Nomu's wave of torment, slowly began to rise. Not because they had overcome fear—but because they had seen Enrai still standing. Still facing the monstrosity alone, unmarred by hesitation.
Tokoyami gripped his feathered fist."I thought it was over. But… Sensei didn't fall."
Ochaco wiped blood from her lip and forced herself upright. "He stood. Then we stand too."
Kirishima's teeth gritted. "If that monster's his opponent, then ours are out there."
Even Iida, glasses cracked and hands trembling, barked, "We must assist the heroes. That's our duty as U.A. students. This is our battle also—not just their fight!"
The students poured out of the ruined stadium—broken but burning with purpose—rushing toward scattered villain groups still locked in conflict with the pros. For the first time in that long, nightmarish hour, the tide of fear reversed.
[Hero News - Helicopter Broadcast Segment]
HERO NEWS - LIVE AERIAL BROADCAST -
"We're live again—reporting from just above the national arena battlefield. The smoke is clearing slightly, and we can finally see him… Enrai—our mysterious guardian , standing against that monstrosity once again."
"Earlier today, All Might clashed with an unknown villain in a duel that nearly shattered the sky. But it is not that villain who stands now—it is this... Nomu—though calling it such feels reductive. It's nearly eleven feet tall and radiating an aura unlike anything even our most experienced analysts can identify."
"Wait—we're getting reports now from the ground—multiple students are rising! They're not retreating to safe zones—they're moving forward to assist the pros still locked in battles across the city! It seems that the pro heroes' unshaken resolve and Enrai getting back up is bolstering the morale across the battlefield."
"To our viewers: what you are witnessing is unprecedented."
"huh?"
He is addressing something to heroes?
"We repeat—Enrai has asked all remaining heroes and students to evacuate the battlefield. I think he believes due to their injuries they can't help in this battle and will get caught up in crossfire, Even All Might nodded. We'll update as we receive—what's this? Purple light—what is—oh my god… the Nomus… they're disintegrating…"
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The air pulsed once.
Kamui Woods took an uncertain step forward. "Enrai… what of these Nomus? They're still active, though frozen—"
Enrai turned slightly. His golden-red aura had begun to distort, glowing like a sun behind a veil of mist.
"What Nomus?" he said calmly.
That's when the battlefield changed again.
From the corners of the field to the top of broken towers, the remaining Nomus—twisted, roaring, berserk—suddenly fell still. Purple light cracked from their bodies like lightning bursting from stone. They twitched, then crumbled like ancient statues—bodies reduced to glittering ash.
Gasps rang out from pro heroes and students alike.
"Wha—""Are they… dead?""He did that ?!!"
"He should have done that from the start!" Endeavor Snorted.
But ,
No one argued. No one stayed.
The heroes turned silently. Hawks, drenched in blood and feathers, gave Enrai one last glance before taking off to aid the cities beyond. Kamui gave a respectful nod. Even Mt. Lady, barely standing, lowered her giant head in reverence.
They understood—this was no longer their battlefield.
'They go. As they should.'
'They were brave, more than I'd hoped.'
'Even the little ones stayed firm this far'
"But this battle… is not theirs."
Enrai slowly rolled his shoulders. His cloak, tattered and heavy with dust, shifted under the unnatural wind circling the arena. He looked back at the towering Nomu, standing still as a statue carved from blue flame and black hatred.
'You're different,' he thought.
'You remember… something.'
"Not in the mind. Not even in the blood. But deep in your being—infused with the glinstone, that wretched memory-stone of my home. You hold echoes of the Lands Between."
His eyes narrowed.
"But you are not just born of my world. No… your movement is too chaotic, your resistance too tailored. You have something else. A quirk. A blend of origin and invention. What created you?"
He let the question go.
"It doesn't matter. You exist. You persist. That alone is reason enough."
Enrai raised his head.
The stadium now lay quiet—emptied of all but two beings.
No more distractions.
No more bystanders.
Just some multiple news channel's drones hovering in the sky , the helicopters with the reporters left with the heroes.
The final battle was no longer brewing. It was here.
And it would decide everything.