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Disc: HrPrTeam
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-Story Start-
The unconscious, lanky figure lay below the purple-mist figure beside the muscular abomination whose brain lay exposed for all to witness.
The air was crushing, impossible to breathe.
And that very said abomination was the first to react among everyone else to the sudden offensive move of Yuji and Aoi.
It was an automatic reaction, a defensive one - to defend its commanding master. To eliminate his master's offender.
But it was no simple reaction; it couldn't be.
When it burst into action...
All hell broke loose.
The ground below it cracked, nay, screamed as the abomination sent violent winds all around, almost sending the nearby villains flying in the wake of the movement-induced hurricane.
Like a bullet, it shot through the air towards the Hero prospects, Aizawa, and Thirteen, who were all practically huddled together, still processing the situation.
The abomination aimed to strike one specific individual, however.
Aoi roared from afar, as he was in the conflagration zone. "BROTHER!"
Yuji was unfazed, his frown nestled on his scarred countenance as he once more drew back his right fist.
"ITADORI!" Aizawa processed the situation as well, as his bandages barely loosened into the air, aimed towards the muscular abomination in an attempt to seize, hold, and stop it. A monster who was inching closer before anyone could react.
A small semblance of Aizawa knew that his bandages could not hold such freakish strength, as his eyes blurred, but he had to do what he could to stop it.
Some of the more acute prospective Heroes had their eyes widen tremendously, the situation escalating blazingly fast and much more unexpectedly than they could have imagined.
A stream of ice had begun its rushed movement towards Yuji.
A sweatdropping Bakugo's menacing grin persisted as his feet pushed him forward, against instructions.
A dark shadow crawled its way to attempt to swipe away at the freakish brute aiming at their classmate.
And once again... before anything could occur:
A clap resonated.
And another did as well.
And then a third, all in a rapid succession.
Yuji was nowhere to be seen, at least, in their close proximity, and neither was the terrifying abomination that had moved faster than most of them could see.
Replacing the abomination was the purple-misted individual with his strange armour wrapped around him. "What?!" He roared in vehement protest, as Aizawa's bandages that would have been useless against the abomination had wrapped neatly around the plate armour of the mist-figure.
Without hesitation, having also inferred the capabilities and correlation between the mist and the portals, Aizawa tightened his hold on the wrapped individual who was still adhering to the laws of physics, moving at a great burst of speed at having been switched with the abomination by Aoi's Quirk.
"CLEAR OUT!" Thirteen yelled as the mist figure was on a collision course towards the rest of Class 1-A, about to collide with them like the unwilling bowling ball he had found himself as.
Most of Class 1-A cleared the path, but some had noticed the already launched ice-wall and observed with a nervous combat-readiness.
With all his strength and with great struggle, Aizawa bent his upper body, and his shoes had ground against the earth as he was being pulled as well, and before he found himself also airborne, Todoroki's pre-emptively launched ice managed to grasp the mist figure, making the individual crash into it with a resonating explosion.
"URGH!" The mist-figured villain protested, finding itself the unwilling victim of the abomination's own retaliatory action.
Tokoyami's dark shadow had moved in swift response towards the cloud of ice shards and dust created by Todoroki's wall of ice. It didn't know what it was looking for, but it held onto whatever was there in that cloud.
"I'M HOLDING ONTO WITH ALL MY STRENGTH HERE!" It screeched with a panicked, uncertain, and nervous tone, mirroring Tokoyami's own emotional state.
"MURDER THE BASTARD!" Bakugo declared with determined fervour, his wicked smirk nowhere near expressing his actual trepidation as he launched himself into the air.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Mineta, with tears streaming down his face, rapidly threw the sticky balls from the top of his head toward the dark shadow.
Aizawa turned his head, as his muscles trembled at his prior effort, and he kept his hands on the tape that held onto the mist-figure, "THIRTEEN GET A HOLD OF THE CLASS! EVACUATE AND CALL FOR HELP!"
"There's no reception..." Yaoyorozu murmured with a sweatdrop, having been the first to try and dial her phone.
"CAN'T YOU MAKE SOME KIND OF RADIO WITH YOUR QUIRK?!" Kaminari practically screeched amid the chaotic air.
"WHERE'S ITADORI?!" Aizawa, his grip still held onto the bandage, roared out amid another explosion as he did a quick headcount.
Not far from them, at the very same instant, within the central plaza where all the villains had appeared, another booming echo reverberated as winds howled.
Aizawa utilised the moment to blink and divert his attention towards that sound like everyone else.
Yuji was at the heart of the conflict, nay, at the heart of a storm. No villain could get close as the winds howled before him as he was rapidly exchanging blows with the muscular abomination.
But he wasn't alone; with him, Aoi fought as well.
Claps following claps as each monstrously dangerous blow of the abomination that fought like a mindless beast that only knew strength was met with a rock that had switched places with one of them, while the other hit it squarely in the face, in the exposed brain, in the gut, in the kidney - everywhere a knee, a punch, a headbutt, it was an onslaught of blows.
"WE'RE NOT LEAVING WITHOUT ITADORI AND TODO!" Kirishima declared as their eyes darted between the now ball-wrapped, iced, and dark-shadow-clutched mist villain and the fight that was levels beyond them, oddly appearing one of the most distraught yet resolved.
His roar, much to both Aizawa and Thirteen's displeasure, was like a battle-cry for the fearful children who refused to abandon one of their own whilst he was fighting for them.
Clicking his tongue, his internal complaints regarding problem children were put in the recesses of his mind. Aizawa loosened his grip and launched towards the central plaza where the villains stood, both gobsmacked, and some had regained their composure, deciding to head towards the students.
He roared like a commanding officer, "IDA! HEAD OUT AND CALL FOR BACKUP!"
Ida didn't need any further prompting, "RECIPRO BURST!" His cry was met with the flaring of engines as he raced towards the exit.
The mist-figure could only helplessly watch, groaning in protest, "Damn you..." His strange lines amid the mist that acted as eyes glaring hatefully at the one who stood above him, Bakugo.
Aizawa pressed on, "THIRTEEN JOIN ME IN STOPPING THOSE VILLAINS! THE REST OF YOU, KEEP THE MIST-VILLAIN APPREHENDED AND DO. NOT. ENGAGE UNLESS NECESSARY-"
"LIKE HELL WE WILL! LET ME GO DOWN THERE. NOT ALL OF US HAVE TO SIT HERE TO KEEP ONE BASTARD FROM MOVING! THEY'RE FIGHTING DOWN THERE-" Bakugo retorted with a turn of his head whilst he stood above the mist-figure, both his palms at the ready to explode the living shit out of that villain.
Another explosion echoed, which interrupted their conversation, diverting their attention towards the rapidly approaching army of villains and the intense battle within the plaza.
A powerful punch had hit Yuji squarely in the forearms he had used to defend, launching him halfway across the entire USJ and into the western part - the flood zone.
Walls, artificial trees, gates, everything was utterly destroyed as Yuji's figure rammed through the environment, and he finally found himself stopping as he bulldozed through parts of the ship, and his momentum had stopped after destroying the gigantic waterslide and crashing into the miniature mountain.
Pain never stopped the young man, though, as he immediately stepped out of the crater he created in the mountain and grabbed a rock, throwing it beside him.
A distant clap echoed, and a serious-expressioned Aoi found himself at his side.
"You fine to press on, Brother?"
Yuji's nearly broken forearms sizzled as they healed with reverse cursed technique, and his clothes and body dripped with the water from the environment he unwillingly bulldozed through. "He's faster than me, and he hits hard." His eyes narrowed towards the central plaza, the abomination's feet tightening and gaze sharply directed back at the two of them, about to launch.
"But I've been hit harder," Yuji admitted with a small lift of his head.
Aoi nodded with agreement, "Indeed, the main issue, however, is how ineffective both our blows are, even your vastly superior strength. According to my calculations, it must be a form of shock absorption or nullification."
With a grim nod and an undeterred yet rising smirk, Aoi offered, "We should approach this encounter with the assumption he has shock nullification; he has not attempted to avoid any single one of our blows yet. Once again, I find myself fighting alongside you with no means of dealing damage." He sighed with genuine remorse and a shake of his head.
"That's fine, without you, he'd be able to land much more than that one punch on me." Yuji encouraged calmly.
"But if what you're saying is true... then it's either Piercing Blood or Shrine against him, right?" He turned to Aoi with a questioning look.
Aoi nodded, "It would be ideal if you did not need to use the latter, nor that option. However, not much is lost concerning revealing ourselves earlier than anticipated."
Yuji cringed momentarily, "Seriously? I'd kill everyone here if I did."
"A shame there is little chance to practice your barrier techniques, brother. Perhaps this debacle could be the necessary change."
Shaking his head, Yuji's eyes not shifting from the abomination that had now launched itself towards the two of them at a rapid pace, echoing one last sentence amid the echoing explosion:
Even now, a sense of apprehension coursed through him.
No, not apprehension, a familiar hatred.
A familiar fury.
Like always, whether he meant to pry or not, he could see the Soul of the abomination.
It was unlike anything he had ever seen, a unique case like the one of All Might.
Whilst the latter had his 'Factory' gone, as Yuji would term it - this thing's Soul was shaped oddly, strangely.
An amalgamated mess he couldn't make heads or tails of.
As if it had been tampered with.
Re-shaped.
It was a concept he was grotesquely and intimately familiar with.
Yuji's hands pressed together, aiming towards the creature, "Piercing Blood is gonna be hard to hit against that guy if he tries to dodge-"
Yuji's words were akin to a wake-up call for Aoi.
His brother needed his help, once more.
The unadulterated reliance he expressed towards him forced a tear down the older boy's face.
For Yuji, Aoi's mind raced once more - his mental CPU engaged at maximum capacity:
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The warm abode, the apartment of the three brothers, was as run-down and comfortable as always.
Sitting on their sofa, which Choso found thrown away in one of the rich neighbourhoods within Musutafu, Aoi sat with a contemplative look, gazing outside their broken window at the beautiful sunset.
He always found a great view to be of considerable service to his reflections.
A lovely, immaculate, melodic, perfect voice called out to him from behind, "Aoi-kun. If it's to guarantee a hit, utilising Boogie Woogie or Woogie Boogie isn't guaranteed with the speed of Piercing Blood. That is, assuming the abomination would dodge, given it has a quirk of shock nullification."
"T-Takada-chan?! How'd you get into our apartment?!" Aoi's jaw unhinged in a mixture of bliss and shock.
She giggled lightly, "You gave me the key, silly~"
"Oh."
Snorting, Takada waved her hand in dismissal. She approached and sat beside Aoi, who should have been ordinarily nervous.
But the serious expression on her face sobered him up considerably.
"I'm more pressed upon the possibility that it has multiple Quirks. Strength and speed on Special Grade level with shock nullification? Even the King of Curses couldn't ignore my brother's blows and yet this Quirk possesses these capabilities in addition to contrasting principl-"
Takada sighed with an almost parent-like chastisation; she spoke as if she were lecturing her cute child. "Listen, Aoi. Who says it must be contrasting principles? 'Circulation of Kinetic Energy' could display all the capabilities the creature has. As for his prior strength, it is possible to pre-damage the creature and then begin to assault."
Humming, his muscular fingers held onto his chin as he mumbled. "If that is the case... then why hasn't he showcased any superior strength as redirection of that circulatory kinetic of energy of the presumed Quirk?"
...
"Who knows? Teehee~!"
Aoi snorted, "As air-headedly cute and perceptive as always, Takada-chan... I now know that we still lack information."
She nodded and lifted a finger as she mentioned perceptively, "What bothers me, actually, is the mindless nature of that Quirked monster. It doesn't speak and it fights in a bestial manner, rather on instinct... do you recall what had caused its sudden attack?"
He huffed, "Simply striking at the lanky figure who lacks proper exercise. He appeared as the ring-leader alongside the mist figure..."
"Oh, I see what you mean." His lips curled up to form a broad, devious smirk.
Takada herself smirked, "That covers letting your little brother hit Piercing Blood. But, if you want to know whether this is a single Quirk or many others as you so obsessively presume, given the rumoured mythical villain... Yuji could tell you."
"As rudimentary as it should've been... thank you, as always, Takada-chan." Aoi expressed his heartfelt gratitude with tears streaming down his face.
"I'll make sure to buy an extra ticket to your next concert if by some unholy misfortune you are somehow not overbooked."
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Note - this happened in 0.01 seconds.
"I know, leave it to me, brother." Aoi's words dripped with a familiar confidence.
And Yuji trusted them wholeheartedly, "He's coming." The blood converged, and the beast had already crossed into the flood zone, his figure bending the wind through sheer force.
Aoi lifted a stone and charged it with Cursed Energy without trouble and casually threw it into the air beside him.
In that moment, time seemed to slow into a crawl.
The purple abomination's frighteningly large hand extended towards Yuji, a mere instant away from grasping him.
As if some sort of mysterious mental connection existed between the two brothers, Yuji's trust had not waned, nor trembled.
His pressed hands with condensed blood turned towards the target.
Not towards the stone, nor was it towards the abomination.
Aoi wasn't going to Boogie Woogie the beast.
No...
Aoi leapt, reinforced with Cursed Energy, and launched a kick towards the stone, as both his hands clasped together with a reverbrating clap.
The stone had been replaced with...
The knocked-out Shigaraki.
Aoi's right foot hit the lanky man squarely in the chest, sending him further airborne as the contrasting forces of both the accumulated momentum of the thrown rock being pulled by gravity contrasted with Aoi's upward-directed kick, another crack echoing from the unconscious figure's ribs, further blood escaping his lips.
As predicted, the abomination immediately ignored all semblance of survival instincts or otherwise and launched to target Aoi instead of Yuji, shifting its trajectory exactly where...
A piercing stream of blood pierced its brain.
Blood gushed from the visible injured brain, as the abomination let loose an inaudible gasp.
Yuji's eyes were cold and resolved as they were still locked onto that movement.
He had killed it.
Before he knew it, he had acted like the Jujutsu Sorcerer he was before being transported here with his brothers in this Japan.
Heroes frowned upon eliminating dangerous things, right?
Curses.
Curse Users.
Even though it looked like a Curse.
This was undoubtedly a Human.
He killed a Human.
...
But he's killed Humans before.
Like now, it was a matter of necessity.
This society's superpowered, the Heroes, frown upon killing.
But they do so when it is necessary, don't they?
His depressive thoughts left as quickly as they had arrived - his only lingering frustration at the reminder that this thing's soul had been tampered with in a familiar manner, like it had been the handiwork of Mahito.
Did the thing do it on itself or was there someone behind it?
He hated the very implication of both possibilities.
Aoi confirmed with a proud and empathetic smile, directed towards his brother, "It's over-"
His statement was cut short.
Both brothers' eyes widened marginally as, before their very eyes, the injury that gushed out a literal fountain of blood stitched itself together in nearly an instant.
"BROTHER!" Yuji yelled out as he launched himself toward the creature that had moved as per usual, as if it hadn't had its brain just pierced.
Aoi's airborne figure was barely able to bring up his right shoulder to guard against the blow, concentrating his cursed energy as quickly as he could.
The hit was titanic - sending the former Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer soaring back towards the central plaza in a path untread by Yuji's own prior collision course.
The creature landed on the ground with a loud crack, uncaringly disregarding a blow to its back from Yuji's fists, to which the latter clicked his tongue, and the abomination's legs bent like a spring.
Blow after blow, the wind howled around Yuji as he displayed strength only surpassed by All Might and this strange abomination, with no given result.
"WRAAAAAAAAAAAH!" He roared as he shifted into a different approach, still upholding the limitations and rules set by Aoi.
But his patience was wearing thin.
His red, clawed gauntlets clawed into the beast, as the sharp claws dug deep into the fiend, clutching tightly onto its lacerated flesh.
And without care, the regenerating abomination released the spring of force that was its legs, launching towards the flying figure of Aoi, whose shoulder likely cracked, and the force pressed on to draw blood from his face.
Attached by the claw, Yuji was stuck to the creature as an unwilling passenger in its path.
With disturbing accuracy and speed, the beast grabbed the slumbering figure of Shigaraki floating on the surface of the artificial lake. Continuing its trajectory, it dropped him on the barely damaged ship on the lake and continued its path towards the target.
Much to Yuji's displeasure, he was no longer the beast's target as he rapidly punched and clawed at the monster's regenerating back with all the force he could muster, his entire front figure now painted in the monster's blood coating his costume and face.
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Aoi's figure rolled to a painful stop at the edge of the eastern end of the central plaza. Having swept past three villains, colliding through them akin to a bowling ball, knocking two of them out, whilst the last barely held onto consciousness.
Jumping onto his feet and ignoring the pain coursing through him, Aoi concentrated on his Reverse Cursed Technique, healing his shattered shoulder and the lingering muscle shock the rest of his upper body absorbed.
"TODO! FALL BACK!" Aizawa's commanding, furious and genuinely frustrated tone echoed, as Aoi's eyes momentarily shifted to his teacher fighting against an onslaught of villains almost singlehandedly, a good half of them already down for the count as he fought the rest alongside Thirteen, who was trying her hardest not to annihilate anyone with her black hole.
Aoi hummed as he visibly healed, uncaring of the fact that he was being witnessed doing something radically impossible for his own Quirk. "As expected, the rest are simply rabble."
Without hesitation, his gaze shifted back to the creature barreling towards him alongside Yuji.
The barely conscious horned villain that was unfortunate enough to be hit by the flying Aoi had now disappeared.
The bloodied Yuji had replaced him, as Aoi now clapped to lock in the switch of Woogie Boogie.
The poor horned villain fell from the sky, barreling to the ground as it had not clung to the airborne creature that rushed towards Aoi.
He called for an immediate change of plans, "Utilise it, my best friend."
Yuji had already comprehended the switch and blinked in slight stupor, but his face was deadly serious. "You sure?"
"Yes... But before that, have you noticed anything peculiar regarding the abomination? Particularly his Quirk Factor."
"Yeah, he looks like Mahito got to him." He placed it in the only words, in the most fitting words, he could describe the thing.
With all the bitter disgust and hatred included.
Nodding, Aoi clapped again, this time to buy time. The fiend was suddenly replaced by Shigaraki, who fell to the ground mid-unconsciousness. The ear-rupturing boom of the ship being nearly destroyed by the beast's distant launch, as it barreled to save its master.
"Have you tried striking at the Soul as you had against the King of Curses?"
Yuji shook his head, "No. I haven't, it's distinctly different from what I tried to do with him and Fushiguro."
"But yeah, I get what you're sayin." His eyes narrowed as Cursed Energy surged, "I'll try and aim for that." He brought his clawed, bloodied fists back up, standing his ground in preparation for the second round of combat.
"Our conditions for victory are Shrine, damage to the Quirk Factor, or both. Regardless of the options, all I see in our future..." His muscles tensed up, and he took on a gleeful stance, rejuvenated and now surging with Cursed Energy.
His tank was not empty just yet.
Aoi confidently asserted:
"IS VICTORY!"
Aoi's declaration of victory was followed by the abominable fiend's own declaration of defiance in the form of its massive fists aimed at the older brother.
Barely ducking under a fist aimed at his face, Aoi played defence and avoided the very next blow of the left fist aimed to pummel into the ground by switching with one of the villains Aizawa fought without using a clap thanks to Woogie Boogie.
"GAH!" The electric-wire villain had found himself bloodied and ran into the ground with an explosive boom of dust and debris.
In that very instant, Yuji struck as Aoi switched.
His fist collided with a boom at the muscular right side of the fiend; however, his powerful blow, this time, wasn't limited to the body.
Yuji's eyes narrowed sharply as they gazed beyond the physical and into the spiritual.
The Soul.
Where the Quirk Factor truly lay.
He gazed into a realm theorised by few, recognised by fewer, and interactable by none.
None but him.
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It was a chaotic field of shattered memories.
One leads to another, of different individuals with no correlation to one another.
Vestiges of three individuals wrapped one another, amalgamated, loosely stuck together and somehow made to function.
They wailed, they suffered, they couldn't even tell who was who and which was which.
Were they one? Were there multiple?
A blob of three faces that cried endlessly, as it produced whatever it was producing. It barely listened to the commands from the outside.
It had been like this for as long as the vestiges could remember; it had been like this for eternity. Or, at least, what seemed like an eternity.
The chaotic, loosely, brutally and amateurishly stuck together amalgamation of vestiges and memories was what it had always been.
A quiet, normal, chaos...
Until it wasn't.
The amalgamated blob of memories and vestiges trembled.
The landscape of memories trembled from a strange, foreign, crushing force.
The collective of them wailed in pain, as if they had all been punched with the force of a freight train.
The landscape shook, it hurt, and it weakened.
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"TODO-!" Aizawa's frustration mounted, and even still went ignored as Aoi rushed back into the fight against the physical menace, mid-run, raising a few stones, charging them with Cursed Energy and scattering them towards the creature and Yuji.
His eyes widened in satisfaction as Yuji's blow had...
Made the creature's entire visage spasm, a collective spasming of muscles.
Yuji's gaze sharpened as he took a deep breath, and swung a left hook towards the abdomen and...
"GRAAAAAAAH!" For the first time in the entire match, the monster cried in utter agony. Although Yuji hit the abdomen, the abomination's shoulder exploded.
And the regeneration was visibly slower.
"THAT'S IT, BROTHER! PRESS ON THE OFFENSIVE!" Aoi declared as he found himself back where he switched with Woogie Boogie in front of the damaged monster, having not locked the switch-back with a clap.
Yuji gave no vocal response back, but he answered with his fists.
A vigorous onslaught of fists at the creature as it pushed through the pain and attempted to strike at Aoi.
Weave, duck, clap, and exchange with another of Aizawa's villains to also whittle them down.
The wind howled once more, having been succumbed to the strength of the powerful fighters who swung their fists with reckless abandon.
It was an onslaught of blows that Aoi avoided as he focused purely on defence and letting Yuji whittle the mindless monster down.
Over twenty blows in but a few seconds, powerful blows, and the beast was a mess of exploding flesh and slow regeneration.
Its brain was almost mush and an amalgamation of stitched muscle fibres; nevertheless, it was still moving.
Slower, weaker, less durable.
The amalgamation of Quirks was about to swing once more, only to be slightly slowed by the sudden tapes grasping onto its limbs and the sudden lack of regeneration. "ITADORI AND TODO! EVACUATE NOW! YOU'VE DONE ENOUGH-"
The abomination brute forced itself and continued to charge towards Aoi, sending Aizawa flying as he clicked his tongue in frustration.
The villains all around them were already defeated by Thirteen and Aizawa, lying knocked out, wounded, and even some of them already surrendering.
A good thirty per cent of them had been knocked out by their own, the Nomu hitting them instead of Aoi.
"LET ME HANDLE IT!" Thirteen declared with the opening of the black hole in her finger, forcing a great gravitation pull against the beast, slowing it down but not managing to overpower it.
Aoi smirked, "Still so strong after my brother lowered your level, tormented soul?"
Their attention was momentarily grasped by the sudden resonating explosion above them; at least Aoi's attention was grasped.
Whilst most of Class 1-A stood on high alert, guarding the captured mist villain and watching with bated breath, some were more active.
Or disobedient, in the eyes of their teachers:
"SWITCH WITH ME! AND LET'S MURDER THIS BASTARD!" Bakugo howled with fury and a broad grin as he flew high above both Yuji and Aoi.
Then, he let go, his hands directed behind them as he dove towards Yuji, whose gaze was so firm and concentrated it was as if he was hypnotised.
Weakened, pulled by gravity and still blitzing through the scarred central plaza that no renovation could fix, the abomination was mere feet away from Aoi.
"Beaten dog or not, amid barks it can still bite, can it not?" Aoi praised with an odd manner.
Yuji's right arm drew back before he knew it, as his mouth was loosely opened, not even noticing the saliva trailing down his face.
Bakugo heard nothing, as the palms of his hands let loose the most powerful, unhindered explosion he had ever unleashed in his life, launching downwards toward Yuji at a disturbing pace with the help of gravity.
Aoi's arms opened wide, as his unexposed muscular top shone under the light of the USJ's dome, exposing the sun.
He announced with a closed eye smile, his voice booming amid the suffocating stillness.
A chill went down his spine.
He knew what was coming.
He felt it.
He felt it just as well as his brother did.
"Let it be known that for the wicked. It matters not what shape or shade Light takes."
"But what is certain?"
The Nomu's damaged hand extended toward Aoi's close-eyed face. Inches away from grabbing him.
Aoi's wide arms clapped high above his head.
The abomination found itself switching places with Bakugo just as Yuji's fully powered fist was an inch away from his chin for a devastating upper cut.
"THAT TODAY THE LIGHT OF HOPE SHINES BLACK!"
Yuji's uppercut connected with the chin of the fiend with the most powerful punch he had thrown in Japan, sparks of black manifesting around the blow:
"BLACK FLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He roared.
Immediately upon hitting the Black Flash, Yuji's eyes dilated, and time slowed once more to a crawl.
Unlocking 120% of his potential. Circles appeared on his irises, and his vision grew more... clear.
He could see it.
The amalgamation of vestiges.
Where before he could only see a strange collective that he could strike, he couldn't tell or distinguish things within it clearly.
He could see them now.
The vestiges themselves, their amalgamated sum.
He could hear their screams. The horrifying screams.
He could see how loose and roughly tied together they were.
This wasn't a single individual but multiple stuffed together, and their Quirks, their Souls were tampered with.
It was worse than he had imagined, in his mind, whoever did this was...
"A monster..."
Their agony was only multiplied by the crushing force of his blow; they were begging for mercy, for reprieve, for...death.
This wasn't a life, this wasn't...
Yuji's eyes narrowed as his gaze returned to the real world, and before the suffering collective of souls was launched into the air by his black flash fist, his left hand shot towards the creature's chest and pierced it with his claws.
Much to the audible gasps of those around Yuji.
He didn't care; he had a duty, something he had to do.
Not as a cog, not as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, nor as a Hero just yet.
But as Yuji Itadori.
Holding up the monstrous figure by the claw above him, Yuji gazed within the soul once more.
Gazed at the imperfect 'glue' that had roughly and grotesquely bound the three vestiges together and-
"Dismantle."
In the Soul, a gigantic blood-red pair of scissors appeared and mercilessly dove and sliced the connective 'glue' that stuck the three of them together.
The already damaged monster's entire body twitched incomprehensibly and began to explode, launching chunks of flesh into the air as if some internal pressure oozed out.
Yuji wasn't done as Aoi's eyes widened broadly at what his brother was doing.
"Dismantle."
Large muscles had visibly and rapidly shrunk into the limbs of a regular, untrained individual, much to the horror and shock of the witnesses, and the monstrous body was now the size of the average adult as it was still clutched and pierced by Yuji's clawed left hand.
"Dismantle."
The slow, sluggish regeneration ceased completely.
"Dismantle."
The purple colour of the fiend's skin was lost, the beak twisted grotesquely into a mouth...
For all intents and purposes, this now appeared exactly like a Human being.
No, to more accurately describe it would be that it looked like a corpse.
Nay, it was a corpse.
A corpse whose brain was exposed and strangely super-sized physically.
...
With blood dripping down his claw, his face, and his clothes, doing little favour to his already bloodied visage, Yuji slowly lowered the corpse to the ground with a soft thud, his face a mixture of melancholy and rage.
"Rest in peace." He murmured barely audibly, his clawed hands clasping together for a moment, just an instant, to respect the dead.
His murmur echoed far louder than it should have, but his actions reverberated even louder.
It was clear to even the dumbest of onlookers, as the dramatic victory drew out the opposing emotions it should have.
A good portion of Class 1-A's expressions washed not with relief but with...
Terror.
"Did he just...?" Sero's face grew pale.
He wasn't the only one.
What Yuji Itadori had accomplished, not even mentioning the possibility of other Quirks, was something on the level of old wives' tales in Quirk society.
Perhaps even worse.
The concept of shredding the very Quirk out of an individual, stripping him down into nothing but a regular human being.
To some, even death would be a preferable outcome.
A term to be coined in the near future, the living, breathing, antithesis to Quirks and perhaps, to some, the solution to the mostly disregarded Quirk Singularity Theory:
Anti-Factor Phenomenon.
To Be Continued!
-Author Note Start-
Hello my lovelies!
Hope this chapter has been enjoyable and up to snuff in quality for ya'll!
I'd like to take this opportunity to mention that this event, right here, is a MAJOR Canon divergence.
Minus a few obvious things that won't relate like the Sports Festival still happening, cause why shouldn't it, Canon will majorly change, and I will give out an obvious spoiler that isn't quite telling:
The events of this fic won't be concentrated in a single year like Canon MHA, and that is a direct result of a snowball that began rolling since the arrival of the 3 brothers.
Especially this event and Midoriya's absence.
Anyway, this should practically also clear things up power-wise wise but I'll make things clearer for those who have any uncertainties.
In terms of PHYSICAL PROWESS ALONE NOT INCLUDING MIDORIYA IN THIS CURRENT STAGE:
Prime All Might > Weakened All Might > Nomu > Yuji.
Flowing Red Scale places Yuji a little higher in this current list once he can use it. Again, not including Midoriya, who is, obviously, at the top if he uses everything and can actually use it.
This is also a strictly Physical Strength list.
Yuji has Shrine, Blood Manipulation and, not to mention, Domain Expansion. So don't be complaining about Physical prowess or Yuji nerfs, none of those happen, he just never changed the weather with a punch, sorry, not sorry bruzzahs!
Also, Class 1-A didn't get their chances to shine on their own, but that should be obvious given that Shiggy's plan was utterly destroyed the second he walked into the USJ lmao.
Look forward to the next chappie!
Aight! Love ya! Bye!