Izuku the Vanquisher

I'm back

So after many weeks, I finally find a little bit of free time for myself. Exams were good, I still have three final exams but they start the second week of October. I've been entering from time to time to correct little mistakes that some of you pointed out, which I am thankful.

But overall, lads/lasses, WTF?! This fic have reached 10k, I mean, holy shit, I have never thought that it will reach so far... I hope that I don't disappoint in the following chapters.... 

Still I thank to everyone who read this (and vote it)... 

On the other hand, the next chapter is coming out in a coming out in two days, as I have to regain my touch after many weeks of inactivity.

As an apology for the long break, here are some snippets of what I am going to write for the future chapters....

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Inside a huge chamber made of stone, decorated with imponent statues of deities from different cultures, 5 figures clad in cloaks of different colours, laid on their knees, on praying position, in front of another one who sat on an altar, wearing a white cloak and hood, all of them listening to the news one of their acolytes delivered to them.

The new of the fall of both the Symbols of Peace and Evil in Japan, and the revelation that one of their most hated foes lived there.

<Brothers... The time has come... to punish the sinners> The person on the altar started

<It is time to cleanse these heretics who aren't grateful for the gifts that our gods send us... > another one said

<And time to avenge our grand master... by honouring his wish to punish those who don't deserve these gifts> another added

<Indeed brothers... rise... and prepare to announce to the world that we... the apostles, the Hand of the Gods... are back...>

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<This is ridiculous> Izuku said, as he stood in front of a sky scraper, which was surrounded by an army of robots. He bought his hand to his ear, activating a small communication device attached to it.

<Eraserhead? Do I really have to do this?> he said, without any care that he was saying the words aloud

A few minutes of silence passed, as he listened the device

<A show?> he replied incredulously

More words were whispered to his ears

<Well... if they want a show so be it... let's give them a goddamn show> he finished, as he drew out his custom modified Five Seven Guns, and without a single ounce of hesitation, sprinted towards the entrance, where dozens of robots were waiting him.

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Despite the burning pain he felt from his lungs and his torso, All for One couldn't help but chuckle darkly. Even if he prisoners in Tartarus were denied the rights of what was happening on the outside, he could felt it, everyone could... the air full of shimmering tension... like a ticking bomb on the verge of exploding.

Just as he predicted after his defeat... a massive war was coming... and the outcome of it will forever change the society, regardless who was the victor.

<You sure know how this world works... Midoriya... so do I... The heroes are righteous? The villains are evil? Whoever win this will be justice!> he cackled evilly, sending a shiver to every person in Japan

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Midoriya stood on top of the decapitated body of Gigantomachia, to the shock of heroes and villains alike. Within seconds silence filled the warzone that was once the city of Jaku, almost as if nothing has happened there.

<I warned you Re-Destro... of the consequences of what your choices can bring... but seeing this I was a fool for hoping that you will approach a more diplomatic approach> he whispered

Despite being on top of a colossal corpse, his words reached every corner of the warzone. Yet nobody dared to move a muscle, heroes and villains a like were stick to the ground like glue. Adding also de factor that the boy was wearing a sleeveless black long coat over a dark grey tactical armour did nothing but increased that intimidation factor that he already projected.

He took a deep breath, and then released it, before putting on his mask, covering his mouth, and then spoke again, in a more deep voice.

<... You want war? You want to cause chaos? Not fearing the consequences of it? All for the sake of Quirk Liberation? To plunge this society in despair like hundred of years ago?... Fine! If you want war... let me give you war!> he snarled, jumping from the body in direction to the centre of the war zone.