MHA; Natsu Dragneel!

**Chapter 17: The Wrath of the Dragon Slayer**

The battlefield was a maelstrom of destruction, a hellscape painted in hues of crimson and gold. Flames roared and spiraled into the sky, their flickering light casting long, jagged shadows across the cracked and smoldering ground. The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning debris and the metallic tang of blood, a symphony of chaos that seemed to pulse with every thunderous collision. At the heart of it all stood Natsu Dragneel, a living inferno, his fists ablaze as he faced the monstrous Nomu.

The Nomu, a grotesque amalgamation of muscle and malice, towered over Natsu, its hulking frame rippling with unnatural strength. Its beady eyes glowed with a feral intelligence, and its jagged teeth gnashed together as it lunged at Natsu with terrifying speed. Yet, Natsu stood his ground, his grin wild and unyielding, his body radiating an aura of raw, untamed power.

The clash between them was cataclysmic. Every punch Natsu threw erupted in a burst of searing flames, each impact sending shockwaves rippling through the air. The Nomu's retaliatory strikes were equally devastating, its massive fists crashing into the ground with enough force to shatter the earth beneath it. But Natsu moved like a tempest, his movements fluid and unpredictable, dodging and countering with a ferocity that left onlookers breathless.

One by one, the students of U.A. High began to arrive at the scene, drawn by the deafening roar of battle. Kirishima, Bakugo, Todoroki, Yaoyorozu, Midoriya, Iida, and others emerged from the chaos, their faces etched with a mixture of awe and disbelief. They had come expecting to fight, to prove themselves against the villains who had invaded their school. Instead, they found themselves spectators to a battle that defied comprehension.

Midoriya's green eyes widened as he clutched his injured arm, his mind racing to process the spectacle before him. "This… this can't be real," he murmured, his voice trembling. "That Nomu was designed to kill All Might… but Natsu's holding his own against it. No, he's *dominating* it."

Todoroki, his usually stoic demeanor shattered, stared at Natsu with a mixture of fascination and unease. His heterochromatic eyes flickered between the flames engulfing Natsu and the charred remains of the battlefield. "His power… it's not just fire," he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. "It's like he's channeling the fury of a dragon."

Bakugo, his crimson eyes narrowed, stood with his arms crossed, his jaw clenched tightly. The sight of Natsu's overwhelming strength gnawed at his pride, but even he couldn't deny the raw intensity of the battle. "Tch, who the hell does this guy think he is?" he growled, though the edge in his voice betrayed a hint of reluctant admiration.

Yaoyorozu and Iida exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions a blend of awe and concern. "I've never seen anything like this," Yaoyorozu admitted, her voice barely audible over the roar of flames. "He's not just fighting… he's *unleashing*."

Happy, Natsu's blue Exceed companion, hovered nearby, his tiny wings fluttering as he watched the battle with a knowing smile. "You guys haven't seen anything yet," he said casually, his tone almost playful. "Natsu's just getting warmed up. When he's really serious, this whole place would be ashes by now."

In the center of the inferno, Natsu's body began to change. His skin cracked and glowed, revealing faint, scale-like patterns that shimmered with an otherworldly light. His fists, wreathed in flames, struck the Nomu with increasing ferocity, each blow sending the creature staggering backward. Despite its regenerative abilities, the Nomu was struggling to keep up, its grotesque form battered and scorched by Natsu's relentless assault.

Natsu wiped a streak of soot from his face, his grin never faltering. "Not bad, big guy," he taunted, his voice dripping with confidence. "But you're gonna have to do better than that if you wanna keep up with me!"

From the shadows, Shigaraki watched with growing frustration, his crimson eyes narrowing as his plan unraveled before his eyes. "This… this can't be happening," he hissed, his voice trembling with rage. "That Nomu was supposed to be unstoppable. It was designed to kill All Might! And yet… this brat is making it look like a joke!"

Aizawa, lying battered and bloodied nearby, could barely lift his head to witness the battle. His dark eyes, heavy with exhaustion, focused on Natsu's fiery silhouette. "Who… are you?" he thought, his mind struggling to reconcile the sheer magnitude of Natsu's power with the fact that he was just a student.

Shigaraki's frustration boiled over, and he screamed at the Nomu, his voice cracking with desperation. "Nomu! Stop playing around and *kill him*! Tear him apart!"

The Nomu roared in response, its massive frame surging forward with renewed fury. But Natsu was ready. As the creature lunged, Natsu dropped low, his body coiling like a spring before exploding upward. His arms wrapped around the Nomu's waist, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

"*Dragon's Wrath: Blazing Star Inferno!*"

The world erupted in fire. A colossal pillar of flames shot into the sky, its brilliance blinding, its heat unbearable. The ground trembled as the inferno consumed everything in its path, the air itself seeming to ignite. The students shielded their eyes, their breaths caught in their throats as they witnessed the sheer magnitude of Natsu's power.

When the flames finally subsided, the battlefield was silent. The Nomu, now a charred and smoldering husk, crumpled to the ground, its once-imposing form reduced to ash. Natsu stood amidst the devastation, his chest heaving, his body glowing faintly with residual heat. He raised a fist in triumph, his grin as fierce as the flames that had just consumed his enemy.

For a moment, no one spoke. The students stood in stunned silence, their minds struggling to process what they had just witnessed. Then, as if breaking free from a spell, they erupted into cheers, their voices echoing across the battlefield.

"He did it!" Kirishima shouted, his sharp teeth gleaming as he grinned from ear to ear.

"That was insane!" Kaminari added, his usual laid-back demeanor replaced by sheer exhilaration.

Even Bakugo, though reluctant to admit it, felt a flicker of respect. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath, his fists clenched at his sides. "How the hell am I supposed to beat that?"

Midoriya, his eyes shining with admiration, couldn't help but smile. "Natsu… you're incredible."

But amidst the celebration, Todoroki and Yaoyorozu stood apart, their expressions thoughtful. Though they joined in the cheers, a quiet unease lingered in their hearts. As they exchanged glances, a single, unspoken question hung between them: *How can we ever hope to reach that level?*

The battlefield, now scarred and smoldering, bore witness to the wrath of the Dragon Slayer—a force of nature that had left an indelible mark on all who had seen it. And as the flames faded into embers, one thing became clear: Natsu Dragneel was no ordinary hero. He was a storm, a wildfire, a dragon in human form. And his legend had only just begun.

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