My Hero Academia Symbol of Hope (DC x MHA)

Assult Begins

On the outskirts of Jaku City, the rear guard stirred into motion. Bakugo kept ranting, sparks flying from his palms as he shouted, "This is bull—why the hell are we stuck babysitting when the real fight's already started?!"

Shoto, calm as ever, shot back, "Stop whining. If you're back here, it means they need your strength to cover civilians. Deal with it."

Ingenium raised his voice, trying to diffuse the argument, "We have a mission! Keeping people safe is just as important as fighting villains!"

Deku nodded in agreement, though his eyes kept darting toward the city's core where the true battle would erupt. "Ingenium's right. Our timing has to be perfect—if the evacuation doesn't go smoothly, more lives could be lost than in the fighting itself."

Kara crossed her arms, her cape catching the wind as she frowned. "I still don't like it. Sitting back while the others risk their necks doesn't sit well with me." Her tone was firm, but there was no mistaking the way her jaw tightened; she was ready to fly forward at a moment's notice.

Before the argument could spiral, Burnin's communicator crackled. Her eyes sharpened as she relayed the update. "Frontline's already on the move. This is it, everyone. We're advancing into the city. Get into formation—our job's to clear the streets and get every last civilian out before the enemy even realizes what's happening!"

The students straightened, their bickering fading as the weight of the mission set in.

Deku clenched his fists. No matter what, we can't let anyone get hurt. Not here. Not now.

And as they rushed into Jaku's streets, the distant thunder of explosions signaled the beginning of the largest battle yet.

The sterile hallways of Jaku General Hospital echoed with the rapid steps of Pro Heroes. Every corner, every doorway was breached with precision, the team storming forward with a practiced efficiency honed by countless missions.

"Mirko, head to the morgue. Ensure no surprises lie waiting there!" Endeavor commanded, his voice cutting through the din of alarms and distant shouts. His eyes, sharp and relentless, scanned the corridors as if burning a path straight to their target.

Mandalay's Quirk flared subtly as she activated it, projecting her voice throughout the hospital. Civilians stumbled out of their rooms, following her instructions to evacuate. Panic was tempered by calm guidance; every movement was calculated to prevent chaos.

Meanwhile, hidden in his private lab, Kyudai Garaki's mind was consumed by his own machinations. A sinister smile tugged at his lips as he imagined the next stages of Tomura's progress. Just a few more weeks, and he'll be perfect... no more mistakes, no more weakness. The thought sent a shiver of satisfaction through him.

Suddenly, the familiar sound of heavy boots and urgent commands grew closer. Kyudai's grin faltered as Endeavor appeared in the doorway, flanked by a cadre of the world's strongest heroes. "You... pawn of the Devil," Endeavor growled, every muscle tensed. "Accept your fate!"

Kyudai's confident composure cracked, his voice rising in panic. "N-no... you can't—this isn't possible! I—I was prepared!" But even as he tried to retreat, the heroes pressed forward, every room and hallway systematically secured.

Elsewhere, Fuyumi and Natsuo Todoroki moved through the city streets, the tension in their shoulders palpable. Fuyumi's phone vibrated, a quick message from their father: I won't be able to talk for a while. Duty calls. She sighed, tucking the device away.

Natsuo's mind drifted back to images of Endeavor's last major battle in Fukuoka—the scorched streets, the city in chaos, the sheer power of his brother-in-law unleashed. I hope this doesn't end like that... he thought, gripping the strap of his bag tighter as they moved toward the hospital. Even from a distance, the magnitude of the mission weighed heavily on him.