The One Eyed King

attack on ua

The atmosphere inside the USJ was buzzing with anticipation. Class 1-A, fresh from their classroom studies, had just arrived at the massive facility. The domed structure gleamed with artificial light, and the students marveled at the various zones mimicking different natural disasters for rescue training. Their teacher, Aizawa, stood ahead of them, explaining the layout in his usual monotone. Beside him, Thirteen, the pro hero specializing in rescue missions, gestured toward the zones.

Midoriya, Todoroki, Bakugo, and the rest of Class 1-A absorbed the information, ready for another day of intense training. But there was an undercurrent of excitement, this wasn't just any lesson. This was hero work, and it felt real.

Then, suddenly, the lights flickered.

The dome's illumination cut off entirely, plunging the vast space into darkness. A hush of confusion spread among the students as they instinctively bunched together. "What's going on?" Kirishima muttered, squinting in the dim emergency lighting that had just kicked in.

Aizawa's sharp eyes scanned the room, already tense and ready. "Thirteen, stay alert," he warned, his voice low and urgent. Something was off.

Just then, a sound like ripping fabric filled the air. In the center of the USJ, a swirling vortex appeared, dark and foreboding. The portal expanded, its edges crackling with dark energy, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

"Is that... part of the training?" Kaminari asked nervously.

"No," Aizawa said, his voice colder than ever. "Everyone, stay behind me."

From the portal, figures began to emerge, menacing, twisted figures. Villains. Dozens of them, stepping into the light, their faces twisted with glee and malice. The students watched in disbelief as the crowd of villains filled the center of the USJ.

"That's... those are villains!" Yaoyorozu gasped, her voice tight with panic.

At the front of the group stood a monstrous figure, unlike anything the students had seen before. Its hulking frame, muscular and grotesque, was covered in deep blue skin. It growled, a beast without mercy, its beady eyes scanning the room. Behind it, more villains poured in, led by a decayed figure scratching at his neck, Shigaraki.

But standing beside the hulking beast was something far more disturbing.

Kaneki.

He stood still, calm, and unreadable. His white hair glistened under the dim light, his posture relaxed but ready. The students could sense something unnerving about him, something dangerous.

"That kid... who is that?" Midoriya whispered, fear lacing his voice.

Aizawa's eyes narrowed. He could tell this one wasn't like the others. His presence was... wrong. "Stay focused," Aizawa ordered. "Thirteen, protect the students. I'll handle this."

As Aizawa prepared to engage, Kaneki's cold, red-tinted eye focused on him. "Don't worry," Kaneki said, his voice chillingly calm. "I'll handle this."

Before anyone could react, Kurogiri, the mist-wreathed figure from before, appeared behind the students, his void-like form enveloping them. "Scatter them," Shigaraki commanded, a sadistic smile stretching across his decayed face.

And with that, the students were instantly transported away, vanishing in a whirl of dark mist, each scattered across the various zones of the USJ.

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Aizawa sprinted toward Kaneki, his scarf whipping behind him as his eyes activated his Erasure Quirk. He could feel the strain of the situation, but his priority was clear: neutralize the threat. His Erasure locked onto Kaneki, and he felt the familiar tug of power leaving his opponent.