『ʙɴʜᴀ x ᴋɴʏ! ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴏᴄ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ』
"𝘼 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥."
During Taisho era, the Demon slayer corps defeated Kibutsuji Muzan, or so they thought. The whole country...
In reality, Y/n's gaze shifted, and he stared into the distance. There he spotted the pro heroes and UA teachers.
His white hair flowing like ghostfire, crimson veins pulsing through it. The corrupted markings across his body glowed faintly, and the oppressive aura around him.
"Y.. Y/n.." Kanzaburo weakly cawed.
Hawks readied his feather blades, eyes sharp with focus. Beside him, Aizawa silently lowered his goggles into place. The rest of the Pro Heroes followed suit, bracing themselves for the coming clash.
"Eri-chan, we need to get away from here." Togata picked up Eri and ran away before she could even answer.
"Tsukauchi-san," Present Mic called out firmly, "You and your men need to pull back. If you stay here, you'll be killed by Tomioka."
Tsukauchi didn't argue. He gave a curt nod and immediately relayed the order. "Evacuate the surrounding cities and get everyone to safety! Aizawa... do what you must to stop the boy."
Y/n narrowed his gaze, eyes glowing faintly as he studied the lineup before him.
Elsewhere, in the depths of a hidden lab, Dr. Ujiko hunched eagerly over a monitor, the glow of the screen reflecting in his manic eyes. His grin widened at the sight.
"Ahh, there it is... so that's the boy's Demon Quirk," he breathed, practically trembling with excitement. "Such refined mutation... the power output alone rivals- no, surpasses what I've seen from All For One. Truly extraordinary!"
The doctor leaned in closer, eyes locked on the display.
"Go on, boy. Let them witness it. Show the world what your demon truly is."
Back with Y/n, his gaze swept over the pro heroes Aizawa, Endeavor, Hawks, Present Mic, Midnight, Mt. Lady, and Kamui Woods each one tensed.
Aizawa stared into the eyes of his former student, searching for even a flicker of the person he once knew.
Y/n's voice broke the silence, low and cold.
"Hmm... I suppose it wouldn't hurt to entertain myself a little," he said, casually cracking his neck.
"Before I go and hunt down that pathetic so-called Demon King."
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Y/n tightly gripped on his nichirin blade pulsing as he infused it with his Blood Demon Art. The heroes stood firm, bracing themselves.
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