My Hero Academia: Complete Victory

Compared to my previous way...roman numerals look way better.

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Training Ground Gamma was alive with the energy of Class 1-A, each student eager to prove themselves in today's challenge. Standing just off to the side, All Might raised a flag in his hand, ready to signal the start of the race.

But just as he was about to bring it down—

BZZT.

His phone vibrated.

"A phone call?" All Might muttered, lowering the flag slightly. It was odd—almost no one called him while he was working at UA, and even fewer would text him during a lesson. A faint sense of unease settled in his chest as he glanced down at the screen.

A single message from Shota Aizawa.

[All Might, are you still working at school? Never mind that right now. We have urgent business. Obviously, your job as a teacher is important, but this matter is serious—it's regarding our previous talk about 'that.' Principal Nezu and I are awaiting you. Undefeated Symbol of Peace.]

All Might frowned slightly, reading over the message carefully.

Aizawa isn't usually this cryptic…

Then, his sharp eyes caught something—the structure of the message itself.

Each sentence began with an odd capitalization: A, N, O, M, U.

"A NOMU."

Aizawa was speaking in code. Even within the safest walls of UA, the underground hero was still cautious.

And that meant this was serious.

All Might's fingers clenched around his phone as a feeling of dread crept up his spine. Nomu—the monstrous creations that nearly destroyed Hosu City, that almost killed my students in the USJ. The mere thought of them made his stomach churn.

His gaze lifted to the lively students in front of him, all blissfully unaware of what was unfolding beneath their feet.

He had no choice. He had to go.

His eyes scanned the class before landing on Momo Yaoyorozu—one of the most responsible students he knew.

"Young Yaoyorozu!" he called, his booming voice instantly commanding attention. "I've got to step away for a bit—would you mind taking over?"

Despite the sudden request, Momo didn't hesitate. Straightening her posture, she placed a hand over her chest. "Absolutely! You can put your faith in me, All Might."

Her confidence was unwavering. Though Iida was the ever-diligent Vice President, and Kuro had an almost supernatural way of managing people, Momo was just as capable in her own right.

"Thank you! I'll be back as soon as possible!" All Might shouted, flashing his signature grin—then, with a gust of wind, he was gone, leaving only a trail of dust behind.

Momo blinked, watching the space where he had been.

"…What kind of emergency requires that level of haste?" she wondered aloud.

A part of her wanted to dig deeper—but she shook the thought away. It wasn't her place to pry.

UA's Underground Research Facility

Far below UA, All Might strode past layers of security—heavily armed guards, reinforced steel gates, and high-tech defense systems that most civilians didn't even know existed. This was UA's deepest secret—a research facility dedicated to uncovering the dark truths of the Nomu.

As he entered the restricted chamber, two familiar figures awaited him.

Shota Aizawa, seated with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

And Principal Nezu, the intelligent yet enigmatic creature spinning idly on his stool.

The moment All Might stepped inside, Nezu greeted him with his usual cheerfulness. "Ah, hello, Symbol of Peace! Pleased to have you here."

Aizawa, however, skipped the pleasantries. "Sorry for all the secrecy," he said, standing up. "But we still don't fully understand just how deep the corruption in our 'hero society' runs." His tone was dry, almost bitter, as he sarcastically quoted the term.

All Might exhaled, folding his arms. "It's no problem… but can I see it?"

At his request, Nezu and Aizawa exchanged a glance.

"…Take a seat first, All Might," Nezu said, his voice losing its usual lightness. "It's not pretty."

All Might furrowed his brows but did as instructed.

Aizawa walked over to a panel on the wall, pressing a switch. A heavy steel shutter slowly lifted, revealing a reinforced one-way glass.

Behind it—a caged beast stood motionless.

All Might's eyes narrowed.

A Nomu.

Towering well over seven feet, its jet-black, muscular body was littered with scar tissue, its grotesque brain exposed at the top of its head. Bulging, soulless eyes peered through the containment chamber, unblinking, unreadable. Its jagged beak-like mouth was slightly parted, revealing a row of unsettlingly sharp teeth.

Its entire existence was wrong.

"…It looks the same as the ones we fought before," All Might muttered, trying to suppress the unease curling in his stomach. "Caged up like this, it doesn't seem so bad…"

Nezu, for once, did not smile.

"Aizawa," Nezu said, his voice quieter than usual. "The report."

Aizawa grabbed a clipboard—thicker than a novel—flipping to a specific section before handing it to All Might.

"Don't get too emotional," Aizawa warned, his tone unusually careful.

All Might took the clipboard, his eyes quickly scanning the pages.

Then—he stopped.

His pupils shrank as he re-read the lines.

Once.

Twice.

His grip tightened.

"…Aizawa," he started, his voice dangerously low. "…Are you telling me… this monster… was created from the lives of at least four people?"

Silence.

Aizawa gave a slow, confirming nod.

Nezu turned away slightly, almost… ashamed.

"At least four confirmed victims," Aizawa murmured, his voice level but carrying an unspoken weight. "And that's only this one. If we're right, then thousands of quirk users were harvested—experiments upon experiments—all to perfect the research necessary to make these things powerful enough to fight you."

A heavy silence filled the room.

All Might trembled. Not out of fear—but out of pure, unfiltered rage.

His stomach churned at the realization.

Four people—four lives—had been stripped away, their individuality erased, their quirks stolen and stitched together to create this mindless puppet.

Thousands more had suffered, experimented on like cattle, so that HIS's forces could create weapons strong enough to challenge him.

His hands clenched into fists so tight that his knuckles turned white.

"…How long have you known?" he asked, his voice strained.

Aizawa exhaled. "We got the official report yesterday. It took time to confirm."

All Might closed his eyes briefly, inhaling deeply.

So many lives were lost… and for what?

The League of Villains was no longer just a threat.

They were an atrocity.

Nezu, watching All Might's reaction, finally spoke again. "…That's why we called you here."

"We need to strike back—before they make more."

...

All Might leaned heavily against the cold concrete wall, exhaling a slow, measured breath. The weight of the revelation pressed against his shoulders, but Shota Aizawa and Principal Nezu remained silent, giving him the space he needed. They understood.

Even for Japan's greatest hero, this wasn't easy to process.

His thoughts drifted backward—to a time before he was the No.1 Hero. A time when Japan stood at the brink of despair when crime ran rampant, and when a single man's shadow loomed so large, that it threatened to swallow the entire world.

All For One.

The man who had nearly erased an era of peace.

All Might clenched his fists, pushing away the haunting memories. Now was not the time to dwell on the past. The future—lives—depended on his next move.

He straightened up, his gaze sharp.

"What do I need to do?"

His voice was steady—no hesitation, no doubt.

Nezu let out a soft sigh, his small shoulders relaxing just slightly. "Good. Glad to see you're acting rationally, All Might." He tapped a paw against the table. "But before we move into action, what we need most is information. Any planned attack hinges on that."

Aizawa nodded. "For now, we just need confirmation." He fixed All Might with a tired, knowing look. "He's back, isn't he?"

The unspoken name hung thick in the air.

All For One.

All Might was silent for a long moment.

Then, finally, he gave the answer they already knew but still dreaded to hear.

"Without a doubt… he's back."

Aizawa exhaled sharply, dragging a chair over and sinking into it. He expected the answer—but that didn't make hearing it any easier.

Nezu tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Well… then the question is, in what condition? His injuries from your last battle must still be affecting him, correct?"

All Might nodded. "Absolutely. They were grave—beyond anything a normal man could survive. If he's still breathing, he's clinging to life." His fists clenched at his sides. "But I'll finish it this time."

Aizawa scoffed. "No need for the bravado." He leaned back in his chair, leveling All Might with an unreadable stare. "You won't be fighting him alone."

That single sentence carried so much meaning—more than just an assurance of backup.

It was a reminder.

All Might was not alone.

Aizawa continued, his tone dry but firm. "I won't pretend the situation isn't bad, but hero society isn't helpless. We're unsure of who to trust—but we're not in the dark."

Nezu nodded enthusiastically, his usual cheerful nature slipping back into his voice. "Absolutely! I also have several connections overseas. If need be, I can call in some favors and get foreign aid." His beady black eyes gleamed with a rare intensity. "All For One didn't just operate in Japan, after all."

All Might let out a slow breath. The tension in his shoulders finally eased.

"Right…" He smiled, though it was a little weary. "It was selfish of me… to assume the burden of heroism all to myself."

Aizawa waved a lazy hand in dismissal. "No problem. That kind of attitude makes my job easier."

All Might chuckled at that. It was just like Eraserhead to downplay the entire conversation.

Then Aizawa gave him a pointed look. "Now, go back to class. We've got this."

All Might nodded. His role as the No.1 Hero wasn't to do everything himself—but to stand firm. As long as he remained, hope remained.

"Farewell, my friends!" All Might declared, his booming voice filling the room as he turned and strode toward the exit.

As the heavy steel door slammed shut behind him, the room fell silent.

Aizawa turned, his tired gaze landing on Nezu, who was uncharacteristically quiet.

"…You've been awfully silent," Aizawa remarked, raising an eyebrow.

Nezu, still seated, had his paws gripped firmly around a large wedge of cheese, gnawing into it with an almost frantic energy.

"…Stress-eating," Nezu admitted between bites. He chewed faster. "It's not good for my nerves to be hearing such bad news."

Aizawa sighed, rubbing his temples.

At least they still had the morale to joke about it.

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[Auther: Yo, been awhile eh? I'm getting back into the swing of things.]