Chapter 223

"Seven percent..." muttered Izuku, staring at the results of his brain scan, depicting the crystallization of his brain, with an untroubled smile.

"Indeed..." replied Chiyo. "Fortunately, it doesn't appear to be adversely affecting your motor or neurological processes. But it's my professional opinion that the fragments be removed as soon as possible. To that end, we've reached out to an expert. They're prepared to perform the surgery as early as tomorrow afternoon..."

"And then Eri can treat me after the fact..." finished Izuku. Chiyo nodded, but before she could express her opinion further, he placed the scans on her desk and said, "I'll pass on the surgery. At this point, I'm fairly certain the crystalization of my brain is by design. And since my brain appears to be functioning without issue, I see no reason to subject myself to such an invasive procedure at such a pivotal juncture."

Following an exasperated sigh, Chiyo stared at Izuku with a deadpan expression, muttering, "I figured this would be your response...just pay close attention to your condition and inform me the moment you feel any strangeness. Even something as innocuous as lightheadedness could be a sign that something catastrophic is occurring within your brain, so we'll be subjecting you to weekly MRIs from this moment onward..."

"Sounds good," replied Izuku, floating from the chair he was seated on, adding, "See you around, Sensei," before turning to leave. He could feel Chiyo's eyes on him as he departed, particularly focused on his ass, but as that ship had sunk long ago, he didn't pay it any mind...

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[December 16th, 2149]

Though only ten days remained until the disseminated date of the raid, Izuku elected to move forward with the plan to promote his fame. It was likely that Toshinori would be center stage, but the more people he had rooting for his success and survival, the greater his resistance to enemy demesnes and the more Experience he would gain. Thus, to gain as much renown as he could in the shortest amount of time, Izuku found himself in a dressing room located in Shizuoka's largest concert hall, alternating his gaze between the clock and the girl sucking his dick with the pretense of helping to soothe his nerves.

Feeling Izuku's cock begin to swell and twitch, Kyoka did her utmost to swallow the entire thing. The expanding of her throat against her choker made her feel lightheaded, the result of less blood and oxygen flowing to her brain, but she endured, bobbing her head a few more times to get out and swallow every last drop of semen from Izuku's urethra.

Releasing Izuku's dick with an audible popping sound, the upper half of Kyoka's face was crimson, her chest heaving as she adopted a smile and asked, "How was that...?"

"At the risk of sounding crass...it was amazing," replied Izuku, caressing Kyoka's head as he mused, "You've improved considerably. But I always knew you had an incredible voice and throat..."

While rolling her eyes, Kyoka directed her half-lidded gaze to the nearby clock, remarking, "Eleven minutes. We should probably head to the stage. The tickets might have been free, but the crowd will get antsy if you head out late..."

"Eh, at least half of them are fanboys who came to witness the return of the Wild Wild Pussycats and to quell rumors about them having retired due to pregnancy..." contended Izuku, tracing his thumb along Kyoka's bottom lip as he whispered, "We'll both need to give it our all if we want to fill a venue on our own..."

"Oh, great...now I'm the one who's nervous..." muttered Kyoka, averting her eyes and leaning into the hand Izuku was using to caress the side of her face.

"Well, at least we won't have to face the crowd alone..." remarked Izuku, redirecting his gaze to a seemingly empty point in space. There wasn't a proximity marker, but he could sense a presence, causing a pink tongue to appear out of thin air before Toru emerged in a yellow-and-green pop idol outfit, startling Kyoka as she asked, "Are you two ready~? You're the stars of the show, so we can't exactly start without you."

"Have you been here this entire time...?" asked Kyoka, her face as red as a tomato despite having performed far more perverse acts in the past.

Making a so-so gesture with her right hand, Toru casually replied, "Eh, I arrived about halfway," before becoming animated, pointing directly at Izuku, and shouting, "But we don't have time to chat or fool around right now! Pull up your pants and get a move on, you...!"

"Hai, hai..." replied Izuku, leaning forward and slipping his hands under Kyoka's arms before floating from the sofa and setting her down as he landed on his feet. Then, after quickly fixing his pants, he approached Toru, slipped his hands under her frilly pleated skirt, squeezed her ass, and gave her a deep kiss before leading the way as they departed...

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[December 21st, 2149]

Though Nezu monitored and handled most things from his office, a markedly more secure and high-tech facility existed beneath UA's main building, serving as the flight-capable fortress's command center. It was from there that Melissa and her crew intended to act as Izuku's Operator, but she was far from the only prodigy present.

Standing behind a twin-tailed, magenta-haired girl who would barely come up to his waist if they were on level ground, Izuku, cross-armed, asked, "How is it...?" while scanning the five slightly curved displays on the girl's custom-made desk.

"You probably have ten times the amount of haters than fans, but at least people are talking about you," responded the girl, pulling up clips from a fairly famous talk show where they were discussing Izuku's most recent concert appearance, speculating about the power he displayed during his heroics, and gossiping over the many controversies surrounding him.

"I always knew that kid was trouble..." muttered Izuku, referring to none other than Mineta. The grape-haired goblin recently released photos and other evidence of his illicit relationships with his classmates and members of UA's staff. He even went as far as to accuse him of blackmailing Shinzo to use his Brainwashing to hypnotize or mind-control others into doing his bidding, accusations that were unjustly given credibility due to comments made by his former classmates and teachers.

"I wouldn't worry too much," said the magenta-haired girl, typing away on the leftmost of her three keyboards as she added, "People love to gossip, but they only care about things that affect them directly. The only people who harp over unsubstantiated claims like this are those who are envious and wish they had the power to do something similar. You should be more worried about yourself, but by 'not' worrying, making excuses, or trying to apologize, all the so-called evidence against you will be regarded as little more than hearsay. You just need to keep doing your thing, and the storm will eventually pass."

"Then that's what I'll do," said Izuku, nodding in affirmation before turning to leave. Before he could, the magenta-haired girl used the joystick on her armrest to turn her chair, her large, pink-and-purple ringed eyes glistening with excitement as she asked, "You're off to celebrate Eri-chan's birthday, right? Do you mind if I take the rest of the day off?"

Turning to face the inordinately petite girl, Izuku smiled and asked, "I'm guessing you made plans with Gentle...?"

"Not yet," replied the girl, Manami Aiba, aka La Brava. "But the Principal said we could have the day off if you approved."

"You can go ahead and take tomorrow off as well," replied Izuku. "Just be sure to keep your cellphone or communicator with you. If shit hits the fan, we'll need you here in the command center ASAP."

Hopping from her chair, balling her hands into fists, and stomping her feet excitedly, Manami performed an adorable spinning dance before raising her hands over her head and exclaiming, "Thank you so much~! You're the best Boss ever...!"

"Tell Gentle I said hi," added Izuku, but Manami had already bolted past him, appearing like a magenta blur as she quickly departed the NASA-like command center. Thus, after staring in the direction of her departure for a few seconds, Izuku made his way up to the observation deck overlooking the command center, meeting up with Melissa before they made their way to an elevator and through a series of passages connecting to his house's basement. The only person there was Kaina, but after getting comfortable and entering the dreamscape, a crowd of more than fifty people, primarily women, were waiting to welcome them and celebrate Eri's birthday in the ballroom of the castle she now called home...

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[December 24th, 2149]

After a morning involving most of the girls from 1-A and 1-B sneaking into his mansion dressed as sexy Santas and Reindeer, Izuku was unsurprised but slightly annoyed when Nezu contacted him to inform everyone that Sir Nighteye had seen something with his Foresight. Fortunately, even though they had gone there to celebrate and fool around, everyone had dutifully brought along the briefcases carrying their Hero Costumes, Artefacts, and Support Items, allowing them to be ready and at the designated meet-up point within minutes.

"Thank you all for coming on such short notice," said Nezu, appearing as a hologram within an underground conference room containing almost two hundred people, including dozens of Pros, UA personnel, and nearly every student from the Hero Course.

With everyone's gaze firmly fixed on him, Nezu, wearing the most serious expression Izuku had ever seen on him, explained, "A few minutes ago, Sir Nighteye confirmed that our forces would be engaged in an all-out battle with an army of Nomu and several prominent figures within the League of Villains. As such, the moment this meeting is adjourned, our vanguard will deploy. Everyone else will have roughly two hours to finalize preparations and report to your assigned positions."

"It's actually happening..." muttered Kaminari, a bead of sweat forming on his brow as he trembled nervously. He was part of the vanguard unit that would be confronting and holding back the Meta Liberation Army, so even though he had reached Level 100 and developed his Quirk to new heights, his anxiety was compounding by the second. After all, while he had never actually encountered anyone from the group, they were purported to have more than a hundred thousand members. If that weren't an exaggeration, he and the other members of his unit would be outnumbered more than a thousand to one...

Unfortunately, Kaminari was far from the only person anxious about the upcoming battle, especially among the students. Battling monsters and low-ranking Villains was one thing, but even the weakest known member of the League of Villains was B-Rank, a classification that demanded the full force of a Top-100 Hero Agency. Regarding A and especially S-Rank Villains, it was almost a requirement to request Toshinori's assistance. If he was busy, only then would several Top-10 Pros be deployed, usually in numbers that exceeded those of the Villains...

Evening the odds a bit, Nezu revealed, "Once the fighting begins, most of the Heroes across Japan, as well as our armed forces, will be mobilized or placed on standby. If the situation gets out of hand, retreat to the nearest military base or seek shelter within a breach. Avoiding civilian casualties is our top priority, so unless you're assigned to one of the evacuation teams, stay away from large population centers. That said, everyone who isn't a member of the main assault unit is now free to leave the room. Good luck, and may fortune favor all of us on the battlefield..."

Following Nezu's words, everyone but Izuku, Rumi, Toshinori, Gran Torino, and Aizawa remained. Because of Izuku's warnings regarding Shigaraki's Decay, only a small group of inordinately powerful elites had been chosen to raid the League of Villains's headquarters. The last thing they needed was Shigaraki simply touching the ground and disintegrating every Hero incapable of flight, so with the exception of Aizawa, every member of the main assault group could either fly or stay airborne for long periods using other means...

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