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❟❛❟ CHAPTER FIFTY TWO ❟❛❟
IT ALL STARTED LIKE ANY OTHER DAILY PATROL.
He, Todoroki, and Deku had been assigned to Sendai, the capital of Miyagi Prefecture. After Endeavor's retirement, the three of them joined Best Jeanist's agency for their summer internship. With so few top-tier pro heroes still active, their coverage had stretched wide, and that is why they were in Miyagi for a week.
Sendai had been calm for weeks. Peaceful, even. But it was the largest city in Miyagi Prefecture—quiet never lasted long. Their route that day had taken them past Rikuzen-Ochiai Station. Neat, clean, and usually uneventful. They were just about to regroup when something shifted.
Bakugou had only just stepped off the curb when the air turned heavy.
Without warning, space itself twisted above them. A circular void peeled open—black and glassy, like a mirror folding inward. It wasn't Kurogiri's mist; this one was silent, dense, wrong. There was no haze, no warning shimmer. Just emptiness.
And Bakugou's instincts screamed. He moved first, placing himself beneath the portal, boots grinding against the pavement. His hand rose on reflex, already crackling with volatile energy.
Todoroki stepped in beside him, calm but tense. "That's not hers," he murmured, eyeing the void. "Akame's in Niigata today."
Bakugou's scowl deepened. "Yeah. And this ain't Kamui."
And then—a woman stepped through.
She descended through the portal like a spirit made of frost and malice. Pale as snowdrifts, her skin glowed faintly under the waning sunlight. Long, blue-white hair rippled behind her like frozen water, and strange magatama symbols floated and shifted across her robes. Horns curved upward from her temples, black and elegant. But what made Bakugou freeze wasn't the horns.
She was floating. Her feet never touched the ground.
She hovered just above them, looking down like they were insects beneath her gaze. No emotion crossed her face—only a still, otherworldly chill. And then, she moved. In a blur of motion, Todoroki was lifted off his feet, choking, her hand locked around his throat like an iron band.
"What the—?!" Bakugou gasped. He hadn't even seen her move.
Todoroki writhed, boots scraping uselessly at the air. His fingers clawed at her wrist, but she didn't so much as flinch.
Bakugou's hands lit up with sparks. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he barked, voice raw.
But the woman didn't even glance at him. Her ghost-pale eyes—pupilless and glassy—were fixed solely on Todoroki. "I sense chakra inside you," she said, her voice smooth and cold as a glacier shifting.
