USJ Ending

Aizawa, who had launched himself towards Akaeru the moment the villain attacked, skidded to a stop, his eyes wide with a mixture of horror and fascination. This wasn't time manipulation as he'd understood it. This was something else entirely. It's like Akaeru was bending the rules of time manipulation as he went on.

A faint green glow emanated from Akaeru's left eye, casting an eerie light on his face. He didn't flinch, his gaze fixed on the warped body of the dead creature suspended in the air using his quirk with a detached amusement.

"Here, a gift."

As he said that, the deranged body of Nemu suddenly rewound back to the position where it previously was, next to Shigaraki.

As it went, it's body untangled from the jumbled up mess Akaeru had created, showing just how much damage Akaeru did. Not a single part of the Nemu's body wasn't pooled in blood from the inside.

Shigaraki, his bravado shattered, stumbled back with a strangled cry. The villains, their faces pale with a terror that went beyond physical harm, huddled together, their eyes wide with a primal fear. If they fought, it wouldn't be a fight; it would be a grotesque slaughter.

A cold smile spread across Akaeru's face. He hadn't just neutralized a threat, he'd obliterated it.

"Now," Akaeru's voice boomed through the dome, his gaze sweeping across the trembling villains, "who's next?"

The remaining villains gasped, their fear morphing into sheer terror. Shigaraki stumbled back, his eyes wide with a horrifying realization. This wasn't just a quirk user, this was something else entirely.

The words hung heavy in the air. Aizawa, who had reached Akaeru's side, watched in growing concern. This wasn't heroism; this was a brutal display of dominance fueled by a power Akaeru barely understood. He needed to intervene, to rein him in before he crossed a line.

But before Aizawa could make a move, a voice boomed from the swirling purple vortex. "Seems things are getting a little out of hand here, wouldn't you say, Shigaraki?"

The sound jolted Shigaraki out of his stupor. Relief flickered across his face, a flicker Akaeru instantly snuffed out with a glare.

"Master," he rasped, his voice laced with desperation, a stark contrast to his earlier bravado. "This... this- he's different."

The voice boomed again, tinged with veiled fear and surprise. "Then perhaps it's time to cut your losses and retreat. We can always come back another day, when they're less prepared."

Shigaraki didn't hesitate. With a final, lingering look at Akaeru, a look filled with a chilling mix of fear and hatred, he turned back to the vortex. "Fine," he snarled, the defiance gone from his voice. "Let's go."

The remaining villains scrambled towards the portal, their initial bluster replaced by whimpers and nervous glances at Akaeru.

Akaeru didn't want to let them go, he really didn't but even with his words of confidence still hanging heavy in the air, he could tell he had only a small bit of power left. He had tried too many new things; wasted too much unnecessary energy.

So using his last bit of remaining power, half of the villains, with their backs turned, suddenly had their heads twisted in the opposite direction, dying nearly instantaneously as Akaeru held onto his thighs for support in standing.

One by one, the remaining villains Akaeru didn't have the energy to kill ran in horror, leaving behind a dome filled with the stench of blood, ozone, and raw, unadulterated fear.

Akaeru stood alone in the center, his chest heaving, his body screaming in protest. The strain of his quirk use was immense, a dull ache throbbing in his core.

The tension in the room remained, but a different kind of fear prickled at Aizawa's skin. This wasn't a hero, nor was it a scared child overwhelmed by his power. This was a predator, a being who reveled in the power he wielded. He deactivated his quirk, the gesture a silent challenge rather than an olive branch.

"Akaeru," he began, his voice low and dangerous. "We need to talk. Now."

Suddenly, a booming sound echoed through the dome as The Symbol of Peace, All Might, had finally arrived at the aftermath of the USJ.

"What- Aizawa, what's the situation?" All Might said, clearly not expecting this.

He gestured towards Akaeru, who stood immobile, the only movement being his heaving chest and long black hair swaying in the artificial wind. All Might followed the gesture, his smile faltering for the first time. His eyes widened as he took in the bloodstains and the vacant, lifeless stares of the villains who's necks were snapped, slumped against the fountain.

"What… what happened here?" All Might demanded, his voice losing its usual booming quality.

Aizawa didn't avoid an explanation. He explained the entire ordeal: The League of Villains' arrival, the chaos, and finally, the horrifying display of power Akaeru had unleashed that resulted in Nemu and the other villains' demise. As he spoke, a dark cloud seemed to gather around All Might's face.

By the time Aizawa finished, All Might stood tall, his signature smile replaced with a grim expression. He turned towards Akaeru, his gaze filled with a mixture of disappointment and a dawning horror.

"Young man," All Might began, his voice low and dangerous. "Explain yourself. And tell me, what have you done?"

Akaeru met All Might's gaze unflinchingly. The vulnerability Aizawa had witnessed earlier was gone, replaced by a cold defiance as he stood by All Might. Akaeru opened his mouth, ready to speak, and the air crackled with anticipation as All Might's towering form cast a long shadow over the scene.

"It was necessary," Akaeru spat, his voice laced with a chilling conviction that only highlighted his uncaring behavior at the situation. "They threatened to kill us. He gestured towards the lifeless Kurogiri with a single, bloody hand. What was I supposed to do?"

A tense silence descended upon the dome. All Might's disappointment deepened into a heavy frown. He understood the fear, the adrenaline rush that could cloud judgment. But the brutality… the cold disregard for life… that wasn't the mark of a hero.

"And this," All Might gestured towards the dead bodies surrounding the fountain, his voice tight, "This is how you stopped them?"

"This," Akaeru countered, his voice dripping with a twisted sense of justification, "is the only way they'll ever learn."

His gaze swept across the carnage, a predator surveying its prey. A cruel amusement flickered in his crimson eyes. "Besides," he continued, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips, "it wasn't like they were using their quirks for good, were they? Can you even imagine how many innocent people every single one of these villains has killed without mercy?"

Aizawa's jaw clenched tight. He couldn't deny the logic, twisted as it was. Villains rarely showed mercy, and these particular ones had certainly come prepared to inflict harm. Yet, the sheer brutality of Akaeru's actions left a cold pit in his stomach as he stared at the mangled bodies.

All Might, his usually booming voice a low rumble, spoke next. "There's a difference between stopping a threat and… this," he gestured towards the bodies. "Heroes protect life, even the lives of those who threaten it. We fight for justice, not some kind of twisted sense of superiority."

Akaeru scoffed. "Justice? What justice is there for the innocent lives villains take? What justice is there for the fear they spread?" He took a shaky step forward, his confidence masking the exhaustion that gnawed at him from his reckless use of his quirk.

"This," he declared, his voice gaining a dangerous edge, "this is justice. This is protecting the future from those who seek to destroy it."

The air crackled with tension. Aizawa watched in growing despair as Akaeru's twisted sense of heroism solidified. He was a student, a teenager, yet he spoke with the conviction of a hardened vigilante.

Suddenly, a new voice cut through the charged atmosphere. "Enough!" boomed a familiar voice as one of the strongest heroes, Rumi Usagiyama, more commonly known as Rabbit Hero Mirko, strut into the dome, standing next to Recovery Girl.

Her gaze fell upon the scene, taking in the blood, the lifeless bodies, and finally landing on Akaeru. Unlike everybody else around him, Akaeru could see that she wasn't as fazed by the dead bodies. As if it didn't even bother her.

"What in the world happened here?" She asked, her voice clear even from a distance.

Aizawa opened his mouth to explain, but before he could speak, All Might stepped forward, his imposing figure casting a shadow over Akaeru.

"We'll discuss this later," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Right now, we need to secure the area and tend to both you, and any villains who might've survived your… onslaught."

With those words, All Might turned and began barking orders, his voice regaining its usual booming quality as he took charge of the aftermath. Aizawa watched him go, a heavy weight settling in his chest.

The immediate crisis was over, but the true battle had just begun. How were they supposed to guide a student who reveled in violence, who saw brutality as a form of justice? One who only cared about showing others their place beneath him? Aizawa looked back at Akaeru, his face pale but his eyes gleaming with a chilling conviction.

Aizawa knew one thing for certain: they had a long road ahead, and the fate of Akaeru hung precariously in the balance. Everything depended on the stance he'd take when he meets up with All Might later.

Looking over to the new arrival, Aizawa saw a flicker of hope. Mirko's presence added a new layer of tension to the scene. Unlike All Might and Aizawa, who displayed horror and disappointment, Mirko's arrival was laced with a detached curiosity. Her gaze lingered on the carnage, not with revulsion, but with a calculating glance like a predator assessing its prey.

Aizawa saw this and a flicker of a morbid hope ignited within him. Maybe, just maybe, Mirko, with her own brand of justice, could connect with Akaeru in a way he or All Might couldn't.

Before Aizawa could voice his thoughts, Akaeru spoke, a challenge lacing his words. "They didn't deserve mercy," he spat, his voice laced with a chilling conviction that mirrored Mirko's own steely gaze. "They sought to harm innocent people. They brought this upon themselves."

Mirko's lips quirked into a predatory grin. "Fiery, kid. I like that." Her words hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to All Might's booming pronouncements of justice.