My Hero Academia: The Dragon's Quirk

My command echoed through the communicators, a short phrase that became the downbeat for our symphony of destruction. "Do it... now."

Time seemed to move in slow motion, each action breaking down into an epic moment. Across the ruined underground chamber, Overhaul, in his horrific monster form, roared and sent another wave of concrete spikes toward Midoriya. But now, he was no longer fighting just one boy. He was fighting all of us.

Todoroki was the first to move. He no longer hesitated. With a stomp of his foot, a smooth, steep ice ramp shot up from the ground, not as an attack, but as a path, a launchpad aimed directly at the heart of the monster. Simultaneously, he created thick ice walls on both sides, focusing the battlefield, protecting us from stray attacks, and setting the stage for our main assault.

"Midoriya-kun!" Iida yelled. He activated his Recipro Burst. Standing behind Midoriya, he became a human propulsion engine, providing an incredible initial boost that launched Midoriya up the ice ramp like a green cannonball.

"I'll give you a boost!" Kirishima roared beside him. He couldn't join the slide, but he slammed his hardened fists into the ground, creating a vibration just strong enough to slightly disrupt Overhaul's balance.

As Midoriya shot upward, Uraraka, with a precision born of desperation, touched his back for a split second. "Release!" she whispered. Instantly, Midoriya's body weight vanished. His acceleration became absurd. He was no longer sliding; he was flying.

From above, Nejire, with the last of her strength, unleashed a spiral wave of energy. She didn't aim it at Overhaul. She aimed it at the air around Midoriya, creating a wind tunnel that pushed him even faster, a personal slipstream powered by her own vitality.

Ryukyu, in her dragon form, no longer tried to fight directly. She roared and slammed her massive body into the ground in front of Overhaul. The resulting shockwave was like a localized earthquake, making the Yakuza monster stagger and forcing him to use several of his arms to stabilize himself, his defenses wide open.

In the midst of it all, Akame moved. She was a ghost, a shadow amidst the chaos. She didn't aim for Overhaul directly. She shot toward the injured Aizawa-sensei, who was being supported by a police hero. She arrived at his side at the exact moment we had planned.

And I... I could only watch, channeling every ounce of my concentration to coordinate this masterpiece of chaos. I was its conductor.

Midoriya was now a green and golden comet, hurtling toward the exposed Overhaul. On his back, Eri was crying, her Rewind Quirk exploding uncontrollably, simultaneously destroying and healing Midoriya's body. In his mind, Midoriya felt no pain. He only saw Mirio's smiling face even after losing everything. He saw Sir Nighteye risking his life. And he saw Eri's terrified face. He gathered all those feelings—gratitude, anger, hope—into a single fist.

"I won't let you hurt her anymore, Chisaki!" he roared, his voice echoing with the power of nine generations. "ONE FOR ALL... 100 PERCENT!"

His punch landed squarely in the center of Overhaul's monster form.

The resulting explosion was not a sound. It was a deafening silence, followed by a flash of white light that consumed everything. The pure energy of One For All, unleashed without limits, slammed into Overhaul's Quirk. It was a battle between a power that gives and creates, against a power that deconstructs and destroys.

For a moment, their powers were balanced. But then, the power forged from sacrifice and hope won. Overhaul's monster form shattered into pieces. Flesh and concrete peeled away from him, revealing the original body of Kai Chisaki in the center, his eyes wide with disbelief as absolute power struck him. He was thrown backward, crashing into the farthest wall of the room with enough force to make the entire underground complex tremble to its foundations.

The fight was over. Overhaul was defeated.

But a new crisis had just begun.

With Overhaul's defeat, the target of Eri's rampaging Quirk was now gone. And that energy, with nowhere else to go, turned inward, to the only person connected to it: Midoriya.

"NO!" I yelled, watching in horror as Midoriya's body began to flicker, growing younger and more transparent. He was about to be rewound out of existence.

"NOW, AIZAWA-SENSEI!" I roared into the communicator.

On the other side of the room, Akame, who had arrived as planned, propped up Aizawa's weak body, forcing him to stay upright and open his injured eyes. "Look," she commanded in a cold voice.

Aizawa, with a final, incredible effort, focused his gaze on the falling figures of Midoriya and Eri. His hair lifted. His eyes glowed red.

Erasure.

Instantly, the chaotic aura of energy around Eri was extinguished. Her horn shrank. Her Rewind power was deactivated. Midoriya and Eri, both now unconscious, fell from the air.

"I've got them!" Ryukyu roared, shooting forward and catching the two children gently in her giant claws.

Silence.

A true silence now enveloped the ruined underground chamber. The fight was over. The villains were defeated. Eri was safe. We all stared at the scene around us, panting, our bodies filled with wounds and exhaustion. But we had done it. We had done it together.

The other pro heroes and medical teams began to flood the room, securing the unconscious Chisaki and treating the wounded. I walked over to Sir Nighteye, who lay gravely wounded, being attended to by a medical team. He looked at me as I approached, a glimmer of recognition in his fading eyes.

"You..." he whispered, his voice incredibly weak. "The future I saw... in it, we all died. All Might died. The boy died. But you... you weren't in that vision." He smiled faintly, a peaceful smile. "You changed it... You changed fate..." With those words, his eyes closed for the last time.

I stood there, his words hitting me with a new weight. I wasn't just a participant. I was an anomaly who could change the course of the story.

As I processed all of that, I turned and saw my friends. Midoriya was being carried away on a stretcher, unconscious but stable. Bakugo was yelling at a paramedic. Todoroki was calmly helping to create an ice path for the evacuation. Uraraka and Tsuyu were comforting some of the crying young heroes. Nejire, though still weak, smiled at me from across the room. And Ryukyu, in her human form again, gave me a deep, respectful nod. In another corner, I saw Akame giving a brief report to another shadow-like hero before disappearing back into the darkness.

We were all battered. We were all wounded. We had all been changed by this experience. But we were all here. Alive.

The sun was beginning to rise as I was finally brought out of the underground complex. The first rays of dawn broke through a hole in the ceiling, illuminating the dust particles dancing in the air. I looked up at the sky, which was turning orange and purple. The dragon in my chest felt calm, tired, but satisfied.

In the midst of the destruction, under the first light of dawn, for the first time in a long time, everything felt quiet. And in that silence, there was hope.