The air was thick with smoke, blood, and fear.
Both Aizawa and Hikari were down. Hope was flickering.
And then—
A golden light exploded through the entrance, and a familiar voice boomed across the battlefield.
"Have no fear, students! Because hope has arrived. I am here!!"
All Might stood tall, sunlight gleaming off his form like a living beacon.
Every remaining villain froze.
A tremor of pure dread rippled through the League’s underlings.
"H-He’s here…" one muttered.
"That’s All Might... We’re dead…" another whimpered, stumbling backward.
Before panic could spread further, All Might moved like a blur.
With minimal effort, he incapacitated every grunt in sight, knocking them unconscious in a heartbeat. One blow each. Precise. Devastating. They didn’t stand a chance.
Meanwhile, Shigaraki gripped what remained of Hikari’s shielded clone tightly by the neck, growling low under his breath.
"Tch. Guess you were right, kid. He did show up to save his precious little girl."
In a flash, All Might appeared at the clone’s side, gently lowering it to the ground.
"You’ve done well. Return to her," he murmured.
The clone shimmered and faded, reabsorbing into Hikari’s real body—still locked in place across the battlefield, her trembling arms holding the shield to protect her friends.
All Might gathered Aizawa, Asui, Midoriya, Mineta, and Hikari's true form, shielding them from immediate danger.
"You must head for the entrance!" he commanded. His voice softened when he spoke to Hikari, who was barely conscious.
"Take her. Aizawa too. Hikari’s healing bought us time—but they need Recovery Girl."
Midoriya opened his mouth to protest—but one look from All Might stopped him cold.
"Please. Protect her now. Let me handle this."
Across the battlefield, Shigaraki twitched violently.
His plan is crumbling. His control is slipping.
He scratched at his neck hard enough to draw blood.
"I can’t believe it…" Shigaraki seethed. "Even after all this time, he’s still this fast... Father…"
Midoriya hesitated, glancing at Hikari, then back to All Might.
"He can't keep up forever... even if he's smiling," he whispered.
Hikari stirred, feeling her clones reintegrate with a crackling jolt.
Her body shook with exhaustion—but she planted her feet firmly.
"We’re not leaving him," she rasped, wiping blood from the corner of her mouth.
Drawing every last scrap of her strength, she nodded at Midoriya—and together they ran toward All Might’s side.
But they weren't alone.
A sharp blast ripped through the smoke.
"Hikari, get down!"
Bakugo’s voice tore across the battlefield.
An explosion rocked Kurogiri backward, scattering the mist.
Behind him, a trail of ice spiraled across the ground—freezing Nomu’s feet to the floor.
"Shoto!" Hikari gasped, hope blooming fiercely in her chest.
Todoroki met her gaze—calm, focused, unbreakable.
No words needed.
I won't let them take you again.
Kirishima burst through the chaos, fists hardened to diamond.
Together, they had a real chance.
Shigaraki snarled from the sidelines.
"Damn it… these brats are more trouble than they’re worth!"
All Might locked eyes with Nomu—the abomination of flesh and stolen Quirks.
Midoriya shouted desperately.
"He... he took my full-force hit without breaking! He's not normal!"
But All Might just smiled.
"Don’t worry, young Midoriya. I’ll handle this."
Midoriya looked ready to argue—but Hikari touched his chest gently.
"Trust him," she said. "And trust me."
They stood their ground as All Might charged forward.
The collision between All Might and Nomu shook the entire USJ facility.
Every punch All Might threw landed with earth-shattering force—but Nomu barely flinched. His flesh rippled, regenerated, and endured.
"Didn’t I tell you?" Shigaraki jeered. "Nomu’s Quirk is shock absorption! He can take all your punches forever!"
All Might’s grin only widened.
"Thanks for the hint."
And he struck even harder.
Faster.
Beyond normal limits.
Meanwhile, Hikari pushed herself up, calling back her final reserves.
A brilliant golden shield flared around her friends—Bakugo, Shoto, Midoriya, and Kirishima—sealing them off from incoming debris and attacks.
Blood dripped from her nose, but she didn’t falter.
Kurogiri lunged, portals slicing the air—but the shield held.
"I don’t care how strong you think he is," Hikari growled, eyes gleaming.
"He’s not breaking through my shield."
For a moment, Shigaraki’s smug facade cracked.
"You think you can protect everyone?" he sneered.
Hikari's gaze darkened, her voice lowering into something fierce and ancient.
"I don’t think. I know."
Then—it happened.
From Hikari’s flickering shield, something awakened.
A figure stepped forward—shaped like her, but darker, heavier, and more raw.
Not a clone.
Not a copy.
A piece of her that had never seen daylight.
Born from rage. From loyalty. From love.
It moved without hesitation—closing the distance to Shigaraki in a blink.
"You dare call this justice? You dare call yourselves saviors?"
The dark version of Hikari struck.
Her fist cracked across Shigaraki’s face with a sound like shattering bone.
The hand mask he wore of his father's hand fell to the ground.
Shigaraki froze. For the first time—not childish rage. Real fear.
True fury twisted his scarred face into something barely human.
Kurogiri struggled to reform near him, portals flickering violently under the strain.
Hikari—both her real body and her hidden side—stood firm between the villains and her friends.
An unmovable wall.
Nomu tore free from the ice, roaring.
But this time, he didn't face one hero.
He faced two.
All Might glanced at Hikari, pride gleaming in his battered eyes.
"Are you ready, my dear daughter?"
She smiled—wild, unbreakable.
"Let’s show them."
Together, they exploded into motion.
The battlefield became a blur of impossible strikes—two forces hammering Nomu with everything they had.
Shock absorption be damned.
Nomu’s body buckled.
Cracks spread across his massive form.
"Let’s go beyond—!"
"Plus Ultra!!"
Their final blow shattered the air.
Nomu flew upward, smashing through the USJ’s roof with a deafening roar, disappearing into the sky.
The shockwave flattened the battlefield.
The dust settled slowly, like falling ash.
Hikari’s shield flickered out.
Her darker side evaporated like mist, leaving only the exhausted girl behind.
Her knees buckled—
—and Shoto was there, catching her before she hit the ground.
Her head lolled against his chest, heart pounding, breath shallow.
The last thing she heard was the steady thrum of his heartbeat.
Safe.
Midoriya stumbled toward them, panic rising in his throat.
"Hikari! Stay with us!"
Bakugo hovered close, fists clenched at his sides, his anger hiding something far more vulnerable.
All Might straightened slowly, blood dripping from the corners of his smile.
He had saved them.
Today.
But deep inside, he knew—
This was only the beginning.
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