Hey Guys. How has your day been?
I just learned the new ATLA movie was leaked, watched it on Tiktok and I'm now suffering from Post Traumatic and lack of Peak Withdrawal syndrome.
In simpler terms, I am in a dashingly good mood so I decided to post this chapter.
Alright Guys. To officially round up the end of the Dark Early Kamino Arc. It's been long, hectic and tragic and has strayed way too far from Canon plot, but it works and is good so far and that's all I'm going on. Anyway, so I won't get chewed up for leaving those of you who love it at a cliffhanger, here is the final chapter of the week.
Expect a significant breather in following chapters, interaction's with friends and classmates, and a much needed training arc, because I think I've broken Canon by quite enough. There will be some action of course every now and then and for spoilers, The White Fang Identity will get its third appearance ... Or is it fourth if we count the lie from Overhaul?
Anyway, hope you enjoy and see you next Sunday.
See you all next Sunday.
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"With your quirk... with this level of external regulation... I can stabilize my body and rewrite this failure. I will finish what I ..." He was barely halfway through his speech when the flow, barely ten inches out of Yuta's body stopped abruptly.
The vibrant red essence, halfway between Yuta and the villain's palm, suddenly frayed violently like a cat that just had its tail stepped on. "Huh?" All For One's sightless gaze "flickered" in confusion.
Before he could think any further, two hands clamped onto All For One's remaining wrist. The force was monumental, proven by the sound of the villain's remaining arm-bones groaning.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Chakra flooded into the arm, running through every nerve and vein. Blood erupted from All for One's arm. Simultaneously, the transference process collapsed.
The red energy turned into an aurora blast surged, repelling both of them in the opposite directions.
Yuta was blasted backwards, smashing into the floor once before landing on all fours in a crouch.
All for one had it worse. The man rolled multiple times against the earth, leaving multiple trenches before finally coming to a halt.
"BLERHH! ..." The backlash from the rejection forced another mouthful of blood out of him.
'Impossible.' The demon lord thought as he raised his head. 'No quirk can resist me besides ...'
His thoughts were interrupted at the sight of a rapidly approaching All Might, fist embroiled with lightning.
"Ugh .." All For One raised his only remaining arm to defend.
"UNITED STATES OF .." BANG!
Both arms collided. "... SMASH!" The sound of breaking bones resounded for a split second before being drowned by the sonic boom that followed.
The force of the collision flattened the surrounding rubble into a perfect circle of pulverized stone. All For One's remaining forearm snapped into a thousand white needles, piercing outward through his own skin as the pressure of the Smash drove his arm back into his own chest.
The "Symbol of Evil" was launched. He became a streak of black and red, skip-rolling across the vaporized earth like a stone across a pond of fire. Each impact with the ground carved a new crater, throwing up plumes of dust and pulverized concrete until he finally slammed into the base of a tilted transmission tower.
A tornado followed, a sweeping wind of dust and debris, once again obscured everything, blowing even the helicopter hundreds of meters in the air away.
The camera shook so violently that the feed cut to static for three seconds. When it returned, Fujiwara Sae was no longer speaking. She was leaning out of the open door, her headset lopsided, staring down at the cratered wasteland with wide eyes. In Hokkaido, in Shibuya, in the quiet suburbs of Shizuoka—no one moved, all waiting for the result.
Down below, All Might, in the cloud of dust maintained his punching posture, chest heaving heavily.
His arms trembled from shock, and sweat mixed with blood ran down his arms and forehead.
'.. That's it ...' Feeling the last of his strength leave him, All Might stumbled. The next moment, Yuta's figure appeared beside him, preventing his fall.
All Might turned to look at him. "Young Akutami ..."
"Don't push yourself teacher." Seeing the symbol of peace in such conditions, Yuta sighed. "You've already done more than enough." All Might began coughing, blood leaking from his mouth before he could respond "Sigh ... Guess that's it for me then." He uttered, looking at his deflated arm with bruises, burns, and lacking the golden electricity that had defined his life for forty years.
The tank was empty. In the midst of his sigh, an arm was shoved right into his open mouth.
'Nani?' Before he could process what was going on, Yuta pressed his head downwards, causing him to clamp on his arm. All Might's eyes widened to the size of saucers. His first instinct was to pull away, his mind reeling with confusion as to why his student was effectively shoving a forearm into his mouth
"Sorry about this. Just bite."
The reaction was instantaneous. As his teeth grazed Yuta's forearm, a sensation like a tidal wave of pure, unfiltered vitality crashed through his nervous system.
The Uzumaki life force surged through the point of contact like a flash flood hitting a dry riverbed. All Might felt the agonizing fire in his arm dull to a manageable ache. The internal hemorrhaging in his chest, which had been threatening to drown his lungs for the last ten minutes, suddenly stabilized. The crushing exhaustion that had been dragging his soul toward the abyss receded, replaced by a clear-headed, physical "second wind", and the deep burns and bruises from his previous battle with All For One healing.
Yuta pulled his arm back, the puncture marks already knitting shut with a faint glow. "Better?
"Young... Akutami... what is this?" All Might gasped, finally pulling away.
"A blood transfusion of sorts," Yuta panted, his own face growing a shade paler. 'Damn, I've spent so much chakra tonight.' This was the third thing he had learned while in Manila.
"Can't have you dying in the middle of your victory speech now, can we?"
"Victory?" All Might turned his gaze into the distance where All For One was blasted towards. There was no movement in that direction.
Without so much as a word, both moved in that direction.
Side by side—the gaunt, skeletal Legend and the bare-chested student walked across the scorched earth towards All For one. As they approached the base of the tilted transmission tower, the dust finally surrendered to the pre-dawn wind.
Ten meters away, All For One's body lay in the center of a jagged trench. His remaining arm was a mangled hitch of bone and meat, and the crater of his face was turned toward the grey sky.
For a moment, neither said a word. Until ... "Sensei."
"Young Akutami?"
Yuta was silent for a moment. "He's dead."
High above, the news helicopter finally banked back into position.
The camera lens zoomed in, capturing the two figures standing at the edge of the battlefield near a destroyed tower.
"Look!" Fujiwara Sae's voice shrieked through the speakers of every television in the country, breaking the suffocating silence of the nation. "They're standing! All Might is standing! The villain... the villain isn't moving."
The feed showed both figures just standing there as time elapsed. Just when the worst was creeping into their heads, All Might on the screen slowly raised his bloodied left hand and turned it into a fist pointing sky high.
It wasn't the muscular, invincible pose of the past, but in the eyes of the millions watching, it was all the same.
"HE DID IT!" a voice screamed in a Shibuya alleyway.
"ALL MIGHT WON!"
The roar started in Tokyo and rippled outward like a tidal wave. In the Heights Alliance common room, the students collapsed into each other, sobbing and cheering.
In the shelters, people who had given up on tomorrow began to hug strangers. Throughout the country, roars and cheers erupted as Japan had survived the night.
"ALL MIGHT!" "ALL MIGHT!" "ALL MIGHT!" "ALL MIGHT!"
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"Master ..." On the rooftop of a darkened warehouse in Kanagawa Prefecture, the chants that had taken hold all over the country were just as prominent here as well.
Listening to the sounds of the common folk rejoice at the defeat of his master and the triumph of The Symbol Of Peace, Tomura Shigaraki who had gone still ever since the appearance of a certain face remained silent.
Behind him, the mist villain shared the same silence as his gaze rested on the billboard. 'This is an unexpected turn of events.'
"Kurogiri." His gaze shifted back as the sound of his young master's voice brought him out of his thoughts. "Yes Tomura Shigaraki?"
"Tell me ..." Shigaraki uttered in a rasp. "What the hell am I looking at?" Kurogiri remained silent. Without giving an answer, he could only watch as his young master raised his hand and began scratching.
"How ... How?" Faster, and faster, and faster ... Finally, after he scratched deep enough to draw blood, his manic episode stopped. "Kurogiri. What were the chances of the kid actually returning from the ocean fall?"
"Low."
"..." Tomura didn't respond. "Well .." he dropped his hands down, eyes focused on the billboard with a new unnerving intensity. "What happens now?"
Kurogiri's yellow eyes narrowed. "That is for you to decide. Like master has always said, ..." The warpgate paused for a moment. "Whatever you want."
"Whatever I want huh?" Tomura muttered. "Kurogiri. Change of plans."
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[TOKYO - GROUND ZERO - 06:01 AM]
The adrenaline was the first thing to go. The moment it did, Yuta dropped to the ground, utterly exhausted as the weight of his own bones felt exceptionally heavy now.
The "Uzumaki" vitality he had shared with All Might had come at a cost as his vision was practically swimming with grey spots at this point.
'No way .... Did I heal the hole in his stomach or something to feel like this?' No ... That wasn't it. If he had to place a finger ... It would most likely be the failed quirk theft. In the distance, the first slivers of the pre-dawn sun began to cut through the skies of Tokyo.
"Young Akutami... are you...?"
"Huh? I'm... fine," Yuta rasped. "Just... give me a second. My batteries are... blinking red." All Might fell silent. His gaze surveyed the battlefield, then looked at the mound where his nemesis lay. Finally, after all these years, All For One was truly gone. However, at what cost?
The sound of drawing sirens brought him out of his thoughts. "The first responders are arriving." He turned back towards him. "You should leave before they get here." For this, Yuta remained on the floor. "Is there any point for that now?" All Might fell silent. Yes, what point was there now? His identity had already been revealed. What he and Aizawa had promised wouldn't happen had already done so. Nothing had gone right tonight.
"If not for anything, it won't do you any good to get entangled with the media after all of this. You've already experienced so much in such a short time. You don't need more of it weighing on your mind." He paused.
"I blame myself for all this. No child should have to experience what you have. I ... I'm sorry, for all that you've been through."
"However, with all of this, you have my sincerest gratitude. If not for you, none of it would have been possible." Yuta remained silent.
It was unknown what was going through his head.
Silence followed. Yuta looked at his hands—covered in soot and blood that wasn't his own.
"Gratitude," Yuta repeated. Then laughed. "Don't apologize for the world being a mess, Toshinori-san. Even I sometimes feel like it's doing everything possible to screw me up."
He forced himself upright, his gaze drifting to the transmission tower where the "demon lord" lay. "At least some good came out of my return from the underworld. For now .... I just want a long shower and hot breakfast."
What was done was done. There was no point crying over spilt milk. Just then, the sound of rapid footsteps fell into their ears. Turning their gaze, both saw a familiar figure stepping through the settling dust. The underground hero looked like he'd been put through a industrial shredder; his capture scarf was blackened, and his goggles were cracked.
"Aizawa-sensei." Yuta sat up, cracking his neck. "I thought you were with Hawks."
"The paramedics took him two minutes ago," Aizawa replied, stopping just short of the duo. "You ok?"
"I've been worse."
"Good." He didn't offer a hand to help Yuta up; instead, he reached into his belt and pulled out a sleek, black burner phone, tossing it.
Yuta caught it with reflexes that were purely instinctual at this point.
"You have exactly ninety seconds before the first responder perimeter collapses and the media drones descend," Aizawa replied. "The last thing you need right now is whatever's coming, so it would be best you leave while you can." Yuta looked at the burner phone, then to Aizawa and the sirens in the distance.
"This is?"
"My line. I already contacted the principal on my way here." Yuta turned to All For One's body.
"We'll handle the rest. You just get back to U.A." Aizawa replied.
Yuta nodded, standing to his feet. Finally, with one last look at All For One's body, he levitated off the earth and flew into the sky. Both watched him leave.
"What's going to happen now?"
"Honestly?" All Might replied. "I don't know."