As soon as everyone settled into their seats—albeit with clear reluctance—the tension in the theater remained thick.
Bakugo grumbled first, his arms crossed and feet up on the chair in front of him. "Damn freak… what the hell is that cosmic bastard supposed to be?"
Kirishima, seated beside him, sighed as he adjusted his red hair. "He already told us he's a cosmic being, man."
"LIKE HELL I'M BELIEVING THAT CRAP!" Bakugo roared, right in Kirishima's ear.
Kirishima winced but kept his cool. "Sheesh, tone it down. Look, I don't get it either, but screaming about it isn't gonna help."
Bakugo scoffed and muttered again, though quieter this time. "Why the hell does he even wanna show us other universes? What's the point? He doesn't care about teaching us a lesson or anything. He even said that himself."
Despite his words, something about what Seven had said before they entered the theater was bothering him. A spark of curiosity flickered beneath his rage.
Similar conversations were taking place across the room. The League of Villains sat together, slouched in their seats, clearly unimpressed.
"Tch… I was intrigued at first," Shigaraki muttered, scratching his neck. "But if this is just some 'hero of another world' crap, I'm already bored. Why start with that?"
Spinner nodded. "Seriously. Are we supposed to clap for some overpowered goody-two-shoes?"
Toga tilted her head and smiled disturbingly. "Well, if there's blood, I guess I won't mind too much~"
Dabi leaned back, his legs stretched out. "Better be entertaining."
Unlike the others, All For One sat completely composed, his expression unreadable. "On the contrary," he spoke calmly, "I find this fascinating. This 'hero'… if being like Seven calls him powerful, then he may possess something beyond a quirk. Perhaps a different form of power entirely."
He glanced toward Seven's empty space, a glimmer of interest in his unseen eyes.
"All For One was the only person who suspected a different kind of power. Thanks to his long lifespan, he was the only one here who hadn't been brainwashed by society into believing that quirks were everything."
On the heroes' side, Eraserhead stood near the aisle, arms crossed. "Does anyone have a plan for getting out of here?" he asked plainly.
The other teachers and pro heroes looked at each other. Silence.
Ryukyu looked toward Mandalay. "Can you use your telepathy to scan the area?"
"No… it's blocked. Same with Ragdoll's Search."
Ragdoll frowned. "My quirk's not working. It's like… there's nothing. No terrain, no air, not even coordinates. Just people. It's like we're not anywhere at all."
"I tried walking out of the theater earlier," Hawks added with a shrug. "There's just… more theater. And no doors."
Endeavor stepped forward. "Let's be honest with ourselves. We were all frozen mid-action. He stopped dozens of us without lifting a finger. Even if we joined forces with the villains, we'd stand no chance."
Coming from Endeavor— the most prideful and relentless hero made those words carried weight.
Silence fell over the group, heavy and grim.
Then came a soft sip.
All heads turned to see Principal Nezu calmly drinking a cup of tea that had been somehow provided for him.
Midnight blinked. "…You have anything to say, Principal?"
Nezu wiped his mouth with a napkin and set the cup down with a polite clink. "Yes, actually. Even if we were to devise a plan, his ability to implant knowledge into our minds means he likely has telepathic capabilities. Any coordinated strategy would be futile."
He looked toward the screen with a subtle smile. "So… we might as well sit back and enjoy the show. I, for one, am quite curious."
Almost on cue, Seven appeared in front of the screen again—his glowing blue eyes flaring softly beneath the silver helm.
"I want to ask all of you a question," he said, voice booming yet calm. "Who is the greatest hero?"
There was a brief silence. Then, as expected, the students of U.A. responded first—some softly, others loudly.
"All Might," they said in near unison.
Midoriya couldn't help himself. He stood slightly, speaking with passion. "There's no one else. He's the Symbol of Peace. The strongest hero! He brought hope to everyone across Japan. He—"
"SHUT THE HELL UP, DEKU!" Bakugo snapped, launching a furious glare his way.
Midoriya flinched and slowly sat down, cheeks red from embarrassment.
Seven didn't react to the outburst. Instead, his glowing gaze scanned the crowd.
"Well, if that's your answer, I must tell you now… the hero we're about to watch is nothing like All Might."
That statement hit the room like a bomb.
Eyes widened. Murmurs broke out. The very idea was absurd to them.
"How can someone be a hero and not be like All Might?" Ochaco whispered.
Even All Might himself looked shaken.
"What… does he mean by that?" he muttered under his breath.
But the one who was visibly disturbed most was Stain. He hadn't spoken a word since arriving, but his narrowed eyes had never left Seven.
A so-called "all-powerful hero"? To him, only those who embodied true selflessness deserved that title. And if this "fake" was nothing like All Might—who represented everything a hero should be—then there was no way whoever appeared on that screen could truly be called a hero.
Seven continued, unconcerned by their growing anxiety.
"Even though he's nothing like All Might… he is everything All Might pretended to be."
That line made All Might's breath catch.
Murmurs turned into confusion. What did that even mean?
Before anyone could ask, Seven vanished once again.
"Now, you will begin with a series called One Punch Man."
With those final words, the lights dimmed and the screen flickered on.
The room went silent.
The episode began.
It started off with calm, ordinary scenes—just another day in the world they were about to witness.
Trees swayed gently in the wind. A train rolled along its tracks, passengers sitting quietly, staring at their phones or looking out the windows. A few shots showed people walking through the streets, chatting casually, going about their lives. Everything looked normal.
Then—
KABOOM.
An explosion. Sudden. Violent. Massive.
So large that the smoke alone was enough to make the city below seem tiny by comparison. It rose like a pillar of shadow into the sky, visible from far away—swallowing the calm atmosphere in an instant.
Gasps echoed throughout the theater.
"The hell!?" Kaminari yelped, nearly jumping out of his seat.
"The episode just started," Sero muttered, leaning forward with wide eyes. "What kind of opening is this?"
From just the smoke alone, they could tell—whatever had happened, it was bad.
Very bad.
Midoriya flinched in his seat, heart racing. His eyes were glued to the screen, and an anxious weight settled in his chest. That explosion was in the middle of a city…
His mind immediately jumped to the people caught in it.
All Might, sitting farther down, shared the same grim thought. His fists were clenched tightly in his lap, eyes shadowed. "That… there were civilians down there."
He didn't say it out loud, but the guilt of powerlessness gnawed at him. Even now.
Uraraka glanced at Midoriya, seeing the look on his face. She reached out and gently touched his sleeve. "Deku…"
The screen shifted again.
Now it showed an office building—modern, with tall windows. Inside, dozens of employees crowded against the glass, all drawn to the towering smoke outside.
Then, something moved in the sky.
No one could see it clearly, but the pressure was felt. Something was coming.
A few of the workers backed away, instinctively heading for the exits.
But it was already too late.
A massive shockwave tore through the area.
Glass shattered. Steel buckled.
The building crumbled like paper.
In the theater, a heavy silence fell. Some of the students looked away. Others stared in stunned disbelief.
Destruction. Real. Immediate.
No setup. No build-up. Just chaos.
And then, through the heavy dust… something began to emerge.
A close-up followed—a massive cloud of smoke still hanging in the air. But a sudden blast of wind swept it away.
What was revealed—
Everyone in the theater froze.
It was a towering, naked humanoid figure—blue-skinned, completely bald, and distinctly alien. He had two thin antennae rising from his forehead and sharp, pointed ears. His face was unreadable.
"A villain?" Kirishima asked, but it came out more like a whisper.
Jirou stared, tense. "He looks like… like a mutant or something…"
"He destroyed all that… alone?" Yaoyorozu murmured in disbelief.
The weight of that thought crushed the room into silence.
Even Bakugo, who had been muttering about how stupid all this was earlier, said nothing now. His eyes narrowed as he watched the still figure on-screen.
Tokoyami's voice broke the silence. "What level of power… can create devastation like that, and remain so still?"
No answer came.
Except for one shaky voice.
"Was it a group of villains?" Mineta blurted, eyes wide with panic. "There's no way one person could've done all that, right?"
It wasn't directed at anyone—he just needed to say it, like a defense against what he was seeing.
But the truth was undeniable.
"Damn it," Endeavor growled. "What kind of heroes does this world even have? How the hell did they let this happen?"
His voice was loud. Angry. But not at the people on the screen—at the idea. The failure. The sheer overwhelming danger of what they were watching.
Many of the other pro heroes stayed silent—but they shared the same unease. There was no context, no warning, and yet, the sheer scale of destruction was undeniable.
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On the villains' side, things were just as tense.
"I thought we were gonna see a hero, not some nuke in human skin," Spinner muttered.
"Is that really how this world starts things?" Mr. Compress asked. "No introductions, just annihilation?"
Shigaraki glared at the screen. "This… doesn't feel like a hero show."
"Maybe the hero shows up after all this?" Twice offered, scratching his head.
Magne looked unsettled. "That was too much… even for me."
Only All For One remained calm.
He leaned slightly forward, watching the blue figure with mild fascination.
That destruction… it was deliberate. Controlled. He didn't even seem strained.
In his mind, he compared the damage to what he himself could do. Yes… I could match that level— if he used his most destructive quirks.
His thoughts deepened.
What kind of power is this? It doesn't look like a quirk. And if it isn't… then this might be something completely outside our understanding.
He narrowed his eyes.
I need to see more.
The blue alien jumped into the air, his body surging upward with sudden force. As he rose, glowing energy balls appeared around him, hovering like miniature suns. Then, with a swift motion, he swung his arm—sending the spheres flying in every direction. The resulting blasts created three massive explosions, each one erupting across the city with terrifying power, destroying huge chunks of buildings and roads. Smoke and fire surged into the air as shockwaves tore through concrete and steel, leaving only ruins behind.
The scene abruptly cut to a dark room filled with monitors. Dozens of screens displayed chaos from multiple angles, while people in dark suits moved quickly, reporting the incident. Panic was visible in their expressions as they scrambled to respond. They spoke about dispatching additional forces to the area. Amid the tension, a woman with short brown hair spoke up, noting that Lightning Max and Smile Man were close to the location.
Then the scene changed again.
Now it showed two people dressed in hero costumes, lying unconscious among the rubble, buried halfway beneath shattered debris. The camera lingered on their bodies just long enough to convey their helplessness—before another explosion occurred in the distance. This one produced a tremendous burst of light that lit up the sky, briefly illuminating the figure of the blue alien from afar. His silhouette became clear even at that distance, framed by fire and destruction.
The scene shifted once more.
This time, it was a live news report. A helmeted reporter stood amid the chaos, speaking urgently into the camera. He tried to describe the scene, but before he could finish, another explosion erupted behind him—louder, closer—and the video cut out. The screen turned to static.
The camera slowly backed away from the flickering television, revealing the back of a bald man. His posture was relaxed, but focused. "I guess I'll go," he said simply, standing up.
The screen changed again, this time showing the same bald-headed figure wearing a different outfit. His white cape obscured his back as he walked slowly down a dark hallway. At the end of the corridor, a glowing door stood bathed in light. He approached it, passed through, and the screen revealed his full appearance from the front. His white cape flew behind him as shadows cast two words beside him on-screen:
Justice Enforcement.
Back in the viewing room, the impact of the blue alien's power finally sank in. Everyone had seen it. Even though no one directly acknowledged manta earlier words about this incident being caused by a group of villains, they couldn't deny what was in front of them. There was no way a normal villain could be this powerful. All their assumptions had been shattered.
They were clearly wrong.
"That was so strong," Kōichi—the Crawler—muttered.
"Even… stronger than All Might," Knuckleduster finished for him.
Those words broke the dam.
Everyone started talking at once, their voices filled with confusion, disbelief, and rising panic.
"How? How could this be?" Midoriya kept muttering to himself, eyes locked on the screen. He turned toward Iida and Ochaco. Both looked horrified, their faces pale and stunned.
But Iida clenched his teeth, forcing himself to speak. "No… it just happened. Heroes will come. Any second now… they'll stop him."
His words managed to calm Ochaco and Midoriya slightly. Everyone who had heard him—who wanted to believe—clung to those words like a lifeline.
All Might was confused. Deeply confused.
He had always thought he was unrivaled. The only one who could ever defeat him was All For One, the enemy he believed he had killed long ago. But now, watching this blue alien devastate an entire city with ease, he was faced with a truth he couldn't ignore. This villain was far stronger than him.
The realization cracked his confidence.
He used to think the only person who would ever surpass him was young Midoriya. And maybe, just maybe… he had already been surpassed long ago by someone else—by Star and Stripe. He had dismissed her, thinking the only quirks that truly mattered were All For One and One For All. It wasn't a conscious thought. It was a flaw in his mindset he had never acknowledged… until now. He didn't even realize the weight of it until it felt like he had been slapped in the face.
And now, while terrified for the people dying before his eyes, All Might was ashamed.
Endeavor, meanwhile, was furious. Absolutely furious.
How could this person be even stronger than the one he had spent his entire life trying to surpass? If this villain was stronger than All Might—then who could possibly stop him? How could anyone defeat him?
The other heroes around the room were having similar thoughts. They didn't voice them, but it was written on their faces—frustration, helplessness, fear.
The vigilantes wondered if they could do anything at all.
The Wild Wild Pussycats exchanged nervous glances, thinking quietly if there was any possible way to evacuate people while such a villain was still wandering around.
Aizawa narrowed his eyes, unsure if his quirk would even affect a being like this. The ratio didn't feel right. He needed to test it—but not at the cost of his life.
On the villain side, the reactions were different—but just as intense.
They had never thought they'd see someone stronger than All Might.
Until now.
Before arriving here, they didn't believe anyone could match him. They had only heard vague rumors about All For One's strength—rumors suggesting he was just about equal to the Symbol of Peace. But this alien? He was stronger than either of them.
"Is this the strongest villain on that world?" someone asked aloud.
"Or… both of our worlds?" another muttered.
That was the general thought among the gathered villains. Except for All For One.
He had his own thoughts.
He believed he could cause that same level of destruction. He had the quirks. He had the knowledge. But not like this. Not this easily. It would require careful combinations, timing, coordination—and even then, it wouldn't look so effortless.
Watching this alien's sheer destructive power made one thing clear:
This villain must be the equivalent of me in this universe. The number one villain in his world.
A slow, knowing smile spread across All For One's face as he thought to himself:
Good.
When they saw the dark room filled with monitors and employees in suits, a wave of relief spread through many of the students and heroes watching.
"This must be a hero agency… or maybe a government base," Tsuyu muttered with a breath of relief.
"Finally, they're sending heroes," she added, her tone hopeful.
The heroes silently agreed. It looked like something was finally being done.
But Deku wasn't focused on the people. His eyes narrowed slightly. One of the suited employees had just mentioned something—a threat level.
He didn't know what it meant, but the way it was said… it felt like something important. Systematic. Like this world had a completely different method of classifying danger.
He grabbed the small notebook that had appeared beside every seat earlier. Its cover read Notes on the Multiverse, and each one seemed to have infinite pages, as if made for everything they were going to witness. Deku flipped to the section labeled One Punch Man and began scribbling down what he'd noticed so far—starting with the blue alien, and now the term threat level.
But just as some of the students began to smile—hope flickering to life at the idea that heroes were on their way—the next scene crushed it.
Two figures appeared onscreen, lying broken in a field of rubble.
And judging by the smile symbol on the chest of one of them, it didn't take much to figure it out.
"That's… Smile Man," someone whispered.
"Which means… they already fought," Kaminari added quietly. "And they lost."
Ibara covered her mouth, trembling. Her eyes watered as she began softly praying for their safety. Her hands clenched tighter around her rosary.
A moment later, the camera shifted again. An enormous explosion rocked the sky—blinding white light from far in the distance—and within it, silhouetted in the chaos, the same figure: the blue alien.
This time, the whole room reacted.
All Might stood up, his fists clenched. Even though he was in his muscular form and permanently because of the movie theatre he went through the motion of him tightening his body and raising his arm was the same reflex he'd always used to activate his Quirk. The sound of his voice cut through the tension.
"Damn it… That villain is a damn monster!"
His outburst hit hard. Even even though there was some people here that didn't respect him or like him, his presence still carried weight. And no one—no one—disagreed with him.
Except for one.
Izuku Midoriya—his face pale, his heart racing—wasn't focused on the devastation. He was focused on the two heroes lying on the ground. On their defeat. On their helplessness.
His legs moved before he could stop them.
"I have to help them—!" he shouted, activating Full Cowling for the first time in a burst of green lightning.
He leapt forward toward the screen.
It was instinct. Desperation. Pure emotion.
And it ended with a thud.
He crashed straight into the screen, face-first. The impact made a loud crack, and he dropped back, groaning, blood dripping from his nose and mouth.
"YOU STUPID MORON!"
Seven's voice erupted like a whip, making everyone flinch. Even some of the Pro Heroes looked stunned.
Midoriya clutched his face, wincing in pain as Seven stood up from his seat.
"Are you that addicted to the idea of being a hero that you'd jump into a screen like a lunatic?!" Seven snapped. "You thought you were gonna save them? Save them?! Do you even understand what you were watching?! That thing is stronger than All Might in his prime—and you jumped at it like a child throwing a tantrum!"
Midoriya sat there in silence, trembling.
"I— I just… saw them… and I couldn't help it," he stammered. "Everything was being destroyed, and I thought… maybe I could—"
"Just get back in your seat, Midoriya," Seven said coldly.
Ashamed and bleeding, Midoriya nodded and slowly walked back to his seat, head lowered, silent.
Then came laughter.
"Oh my god… What an embarrassment!" Monoma cackled. "In front of everyone—Pro Heroes, students, even villains! Hahahaha! This is gonna live with you for the rest of your life, Midoriya!"
"Monoma, shut up," Kendo said, already raising her hand to strike him like she always did.
Only this time, the moment her giant hand connected with his neck—
Kendo collapsed.
Flat on the ground. Out cold.
"What the hell just happened?!" Vlad King shouted, rushing forward in concern.
"I already told you," Seven said firmly, not even glancing in their direction, "there will be no fighting in here."
Kendo groaned from the floor, twitching slightly.
"Not even playful hits?" she asked in disbelief.
"Oh, playful hits are allowed," Seven said casually. "Just not toward him."
He pointed a finger at Monoma.
"Because he's one of my favorites. Naturally, he gets a few extra privileges."
Everyone turned to stare at Monoma, who smugly summoned a cupcake and began eating it like nothing had happened.
"That's how he's been summoning all that food…" Kendo mumbled.
Seven clapped once, regaining control of the room. "Anyway. Let's get back to the screen."
Midoriya had already scribbled more in his notebook. He noted two new terms—Hero Association and Danger Level—and underlined both several times. He didn't know what either one truly meant, but the way they were being used… they had to be important.
Then, the screen showed the back of a bald man.
Everyone blinked.
"Who's that?" Jiro muttered.
He walked calmly down the hallway, his white cape fluttering behind him. The camera angle kept him partly in shadow.
Then it revealed his full form—costume, gloves, boots, and a completely expressionless face.
And then, came the voice.
"What the hell is this Baldi supposed to do?!" Bakugo blurted out, laughing with disbelief. "I guess that villain needed a warm-up—this is just sad!"
"Bakugo. That's enough," Aizawa snapped sharply.
"Don't insult any hero based on their appearance," he continued. "Especially not when they're willingly walking into a battlefield this brutal."
The other heroes, including Stain, nodded silently in agreement.
Bakugo just grunted and looked away, muttering to himself.
No one noticed Seven, who was on the verge of bursting out laughing from Bakugo's reaction. He covered his mouth, composed himself, and let the episode play.
The screen changed.
Now it showed the blue alien villain reaching toward a small, crying girl, his massive hand descending like a claw.
Everyone watching froze.
Their expressions twisted in horror and disgust as they realized—he was trying to crush her. A helpless little girl.
Even some of the villains couldn't hide their discomfort. Dabi narrowed his eyes. Toga frowned. Compress stiffened. Shigaraki, for once, said nothing.
But the most disgusted person in the room was Kendo. Her eyes widened, her hands trembling slightly. She didn't know if it was just the angle, or if her mind was playing tricks on her, but for a moment… it looked like his arm had expanded. Grown in size—almost exactly like her quirk. The similarity made her skin crawl.
Minoma noticed her reaction immediately. Without a word, he gently reached over and held her hand. Not just hers—he did the same for the few other Class 1-B students near him, offering quiet comfort in a moment no one knew how to process.
Then, just as the alien's hand was about to grab the girl—she vanished.
Gasps filled the room.
The girl didn't disappear by magic or teleportation. She had been saved.
A figure now stood in front of her. The bald man from earlier. The one with the white cape.
" you are a fast one," the blue alien said. "Who are you?"
The camera cut to the bald man's face—completely calm, serious, and finally in full view.
"I'm just a hero… for fun," he replied.
Then came the loudest, most disruptive outburst so far.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Bakugo exploded with laughter.
He couldn't help it. Seeing that face—so blank, so emotionless, so basic—after all the dramatic buildup?
Bakugo was practically howling.
"B-Bakugo! Stop laughing right now!" Aizawa barked from his seat, glaring at him with exhausted fury.
"How can I not?!" Bakugo shot back between fits. "Teach, look at him! I could draw his face in five seconds! Wait—wait, I got it now! I know his hero name—it's Potato Head, isn't it?! HAHAHAHA!"
His voice echoed around the theatre.
Truthfully, many of the others were barely holding it in. Sero had to cover his mouth. Kaminari bit his knuckle. Even Kirishima looked like he was about to break.
But it all stopped instantly when they heard a single, sharp exhale.
Stain.
The moment Saitama uttered the words "hero for fun," the Hero Killer's mood shifted like a snapped wire.
His eye twitched. His jaw locked. His entire body went rigid with barely contained rage. A hero? For fun?
To Stain, that wasn't just wrong—it was blasphemy.
No one dared speak.
The tension was broken only when the villain began talking again—this time about himself. He was mocking Saitama, laughing, bragging, explaining bits of his own backstory.
At first, the audience listened. But then…
they felt it.
The alien villain began to transform.
And somehow, just from watching the screen, everyone in the theatre could feel how much more powerful he was becoming. It wasn't logical. It wasn't rational. But it was real.
A cold, primal fear washed over the crowd.
Only a few—All For One, Aizawa, All Might, Endeavor, Mirko—were still able to think clearly. And they all shared the same thought:
He wasn't using his full power until now.
And yet, just when it seemed like the monster's final form would unleash unthinkable destruction—
BANG.
Saitama's punch connected.
The villain didn't just fall. He didn't just explode. He was obliterated.
One punch. That's all it took.
The blast of force from that single strike was so strong, it didn't just vaporize the villain—it blew away the dark clouds above. The smoke that had hung heavy over the city was gone in an instant. The blue sky returned.
And still, no one spoke.
The silence was absolute.
Until Saitama, the man with the blank face and the white cape, looked up and screamed toward the heavens:
"One punch! It took ONE PUNCH! NOT AGAIN!!"
Everyone in the theatre flinched at the volume.
"…What the fuck," Bakugo muttered under his breath.
His voice broke the dam.
"How—how??" Mina stammered, her voice cracking. "How was that even possible?!"
The entire theatre exploded with reactions. Screeches, gasps, murmurs, half-sentences—everyone was trying to process what they just saw.
"That punch—" Sero whispered.
"—it changed the weather," Tsuyu said, still staring wide-eyed.
"Forget the sky!" Tokoyami growled. "That villain was vaporized! There's nothing left!"
"For a punch to do that, it would need to be stronger than—" Momo began, but couldn't even finish her thought.
Midoriya was silent.
His mouth moved wordlessly as he stared at the now-empty screen.
Under normal circumstances… I'd assume that villain didn't have a durability quirk, he thought. But no. His transformation. That power we all felt from the screen…
It disproves that theory.
That means…
That means the punch really was that strong.
Strong enough to destroy the villain and change the weather together
His brain was racing.
His hands were trembling.
He didn't even realize he was mouthing the same word over and over.
"How…?"
"How…?"
"How…?"
No one interrupted him. They were all too lost in their own reactions.
Even Bakugo, usually the first to shout something, was speechless. His mouth was open. His brow furrowed. He looked like his worldview had just been thrown in a blender.
It wasn't about the costume anymore. Or the name. Or the face.
This man—this bald man—had just ended a seemingly unstoppable threat with one punch.
Everyone was just trying to comprehend what they had seen until laughter rang out, loud and uncontrolled. Heads turned sharply.
It was Seven.
He was leaning back in his chair, laughing at everyone's expressions like it was the funniest thing he'd seen all day.
"W-Why is he laughing?" Kaminari whispered, looking like he was still trying to reboot his brain. "Did we just hallucinate that punch…?"
Principal Nezu stood up, brushing his paws down his suit with that trademark polite smile, though his eyes were narrowed with thought. "Mr. Seven," he said calmly, "could you please explain what just happened? I'm afraid many of us… still don't comprehend what we just saw."
Seven chuckled, but this time it was quieter — like he was addressing a classroom full of confused children.
"What you just saw," he began, "is exactly what I told you you'd see. A hero that is nothing like All Might… but he's everything All Might pretends to be."
Everyone froze.
"He is an all-powerful, undefeatable hero."
That line hit harder than Saitama's punch. The room fell completely silent again, and somehow the silence felt louder. You could practically hear the mental breakdowns happening across the theater.
Uraraka clutched her head, whispering, "Stronger than All Might? But… that's not even— That's not possible…"
Mina's mouth was open in stunned disbelief, and even Jirou looked pale.
Some students actually passed out. Straight up slumped over, unconscious from the mental overload.
"Yaoyorozu!" Tokoyami called, holding her upright. "I think she's gone into some kind of fainting shock—"
Seven, completely unfazed, turned toward the audience, addressing the readers directly.
"Okay, I'm not gonna make any forced reactions for this scene because, honestly? I've got no inspiration for it. The most accurate response to what you just saw is absolute silence. World-shattering, soul-level silence. Anything else would just feel fake."
He turned back to the cast. "Anyway," he said, clapping his hands once, "I know all of you are still in shock and need time to process this, so I'm giving you two minutes. After that, we're moving on. Oh—and the bald guy's name is Saitama."
And with that, he vanished again, leaving them alone in the stunned aftermath of what they'd witnessed.
For the next minute, no one spoke. The only sound was the light hum of the theater, and the occasional shuddering breath from someone trying to keep their mind from melting.
But while most were still frozen in disbelief, two people in the theater were thinking differently.
Principal Nezu tapped his clawed fingers together, deep in thought.
"He's nothing like All Might," Seven had said.
That line troubled him.
Could it mean this man—this Saitama—was completely unheroic? That he wasn't driven by justice or moral compass, but simply his own whims? If that's the case… then his power could be used for anything. That was deeply concerning. A being like this, with no clear moral foundation? In Nezu's mind, it wasn't the strength that was frightening — it was the freedom to wield it however he pleased.
At the same time, All For One was mulling over the same sentence.
'He's nothing like All Might.'
His expression remained calm, unreadable — but behind that mask, his mind was racing.
If he's not a typical hero… does that mean he could be swayed?
Could this bald, absurdly powerful man be manipulated with the right offer?
No. He stopped himself. That kind of thinking was premature. I still know nothing about him.
Is he the type to follow others? Does he care about people? Or is he completely self-motivated?
He folded his hands together, watching the paused screen.
"I need to see more of this Saitama," he muttered under his breath.
After the short break ended, everyone returned to their seats—some still pale, some still wide-eyed, but most just… quiet. Their minds hadn't fully recovered, but they at least looked functional again.
A new sound began to play—the opening song.
They listened in silence for a minute or two, the tune echoing across the room. Of course, the screen didn't show anything—just a blank projection of moving light, and any lyrics that might spoil future events had been replaced or removed entirely.
"That's a surprisingly good theme," Jirou whispered, brows slightly raised. "Kind of upbeat…"
"It's not what I expected after what we just saw," Todoroki admitted under his breath.
But then the black screen faded away, replaced by a title card.
"Three Years Ago"
Midoriya blinked, finally snapping out of his earlier shock thanks to the break. His focus returned to the screen. "Three years ago? Why are we going back in time?" he muttered.
Bakugo scoffed and barked from the next row. "It's obviously a flashback, stupid Deku! What else would it be?!"
"Whose flashback, though?" All Might murmured, more to himself than anyone else. His gaze was sharp and cautious.
The screen showed a large crab-like monster standing in front of a man in a business suit. The villain loomed over him, claws twitching, muscles bulging unnaturally. Behind the creature, other villains could be seen fleeing the area.
Spinner narrowed his eyes.
"So we're just watching more villains now?" he said, his voice tinged with irritation. "Great. Just what we needed."
Those incompetent heroes let the villain just stand there on the streets without anyone coming to help them
But even as he spoke, something about the scene didn't sit right with him.
The way people screamed and ran at the mere sight of the crab monster—despite him not even attacking yet—lit a fire of frustration in Spinner's chest. They were afraid based on appearance alone. That disgusted him. It reminded him of himself. Of how the public would look at him.
They don't even know if he's a villain… they just assume it.
The crab monster began explaining how he became the way he was—how he'd eaten too much crab and mutated into this form.
Seven turned casually toward the readers and said, "I forgot his name and I'm not gonna bother looking it up."
He turned back to the characters. "Anyway. I'm never eating crabs ever again," he said in a deadpan voice.
Momo visibly recoiled. "Ugh. That's actually horrifying."
And the rest of the class exchanged glances, their thoughts nearly identical:
You're the only one who can afford to eat enough crab to end up like that.
Some of the smarter students in the audience finally pieced it together.
"Wait… so he mutated from overeating crab?" Tokoyami said in disbelief.
"That's… really how this works?" Sero asked. "Is that seriously how powers manifest in this world?"
Principal Nezu leaned back, whiskers twitching in concern. "A world where power and biology are influenced by such strange factors… it defies scientific logic. Fascinating, but deeply troubling."
As the crab creature stared into the suited man's disinterested eyes, he paused. Something about the man's expression—how he didn't flinch or scream, how he didn't care—made the monster reconsider. With a grunt, he let him go and walked away.
Some members of the audience breathed a sigh of relief.
"That was close…" Kaminari said.
"Too close," Iida agreed. "That man nearly died just for looking like he didn't care!"
But then the villain mentioned something that chilled everyone in the room.
He was looking for a child to kill. A boy with a cleft chin who had drawn nipples on his shell.
The relief shattered in an instant. Horrified gasps echoed across the room.
"A child?! He wants to kill a kid?" Ochako cried, eyes wide in alarm.
"I take back my sigh," Kirishima said, his voice tight with fury. "This guy's scum."
"I'd break him in half if I was there," Shoji muttered coldly.
Meanwhile, the suited man just kept walking away like none of this mattered.
Some of the students, clenched their fists in frustration.
"What kind of person hears that and just walks away?!" Ashido said, her voice rising.
"Cowardice," Tetsutetsu said, glaring. "Flat-out cowardice."
"No," Aizawa said with a flat voice, eyes narrowed. "It's worse than that. That man doesn't care about anything."
And despite their disgust, the students kept watching, unable to look away.
The screen moved forward—and the story continued.
The scene shifted again. The suited man was now walking down a different street, hands in his pockets, seemingly unfazed by everything happening around him—until he slowed down. A small child had wandered into the road up ahead, completely alone.
But this wasn't just any child.
"He's got a butt on his chin!" Kaminari burst out, pointing at the screen.
Within seconds, laughter erupted from both the students and the villains.
"Dude, someone take a picture of that," Shigaraki said through half-laughs, nudging Spinner.
"I'm on it," Spinner smirked, already snapping a photo of the poor kid.
Even Aizawa looked mildly annoyed by their immaturity, while a few teachers exchanged glances but said nothing yet.
Some of the more attentive students squinted, piecing things together. The odd-looking child… the previous description from the monster… A few of them realized it before the scene confirmed it: This was the kid the villain mentioned earlier. The one he planned to kill to make a statement.
As the camera followed the suited man, it became clear he had noticed the child too. He paused mid-step, eyes narrowing.
He asked the kid and apparently he is really the one who antagonise the crap monster for a moment to the man thought about helping the kid
"Tch. Kid's not even cute," he muttered coldly, turning away and walking off without a second thought.
The audience watching fell silent.
"He… what?" Ochaco whispered in disbelief.
"That guy's seriously messed up," Jirou said, her voice tight.
Kirishima clenched his fists. "I didn't think much of him before. I mean, he didn't exactly seem heroic, but… to walk away from a kid in danger? Just because he's not 'cute enough' to save? That's not just cold—that's inhuman."
The room stirred with rising tension.
Even some of the villains, who'd laughed earlier, had different expressions now.
Dabi scoffed, arms crossed. "You're calling him a monster for not helping?" he muttered loud enough for some to hear. "Please. Most of you heroes don't lift a finger unless there's a camera nearby. Hypocrites."
But his tone lacked its usual smugness. It wasn't approval—it was disappointment. Deep down he knew what they were calling him was too much just because he didn't want to help he was being called a monster but this is what type of Society they are in.
Onscreen, the hulking crab monster returned. It lumbered through the streets, stopping dead when it saw the kid. A wide, grotesque grin stretched across its face.
"There you are," it growled.
The child froze, eyes wide. The monster raised one massive claw, ready to bring it down and crush him.
The entire viewing room held its breath.
Then—
Whoosh!
The screen blurred for a split second. When it cleared, the child was gone. The monster's claw slammed into empty concrete.
"What—?!" Bakugo blinked.
The shot changed.
The suited man was crouched nearby, holding the kid protectively in his arms.
"What the hell am I doing?" the man muttered to himself, almost stunned. His face twisted in confusion—even he didn't know why he came back.
Everyone watching was silent for a moment, processing what just happened.
"He came back," Mina whispered.
"I… I thought he left for good," Kaminari said.
"I guess he wasn't completely heartless," Tokoyami said quietly.
Kirishima lowered his head slightly, voice soft. "Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he isn't a monster… not entirely."
No one cheered, no one clapped—it wasn't that kind of moment.
The suited man narrowed his eyes at the crab monster as he stepped in front of the child. "Kid, run," he said flatly.
But the child didn't run. Instead, he stared at the deflated remains of his soccer ball with wide, trembling eyes.
"I… I just want my ball back," the boy said softly.
The man tensed in frustration, clearly irritated by the child's stubbornness. "Seriously…?"
Before anything else could be said, the crab monster casually raised his foot and popped the ball with a crunch.
The boy flinched. The suited man clenched his jaw.
The crab villain narrowed his eyes. hey cold eyes. "What's the big idea? Don't tell me you're gonna protect this stinking, big-chinned brat."
A low growl of disgust filled the room. Bakugo's lip curled.
"Oh come on," the suited man said with a grimace. "Are you seriously going to kill this kid over a harmless little prank? Isn't that kind of… harsh?"
"Whatever," the crab monster sneered. "I've killed people for less. Whoever mocks my appearance—pays the price."
"You've gotta be kidding me," Kirishima muttered, clenching his fists. "He admits he's a serial killer like it's nothing…"
"This bastard needs to be put down," Bakugo growled. "Right here. Right now."
"Someone has to stop him," Iida said, his hand cutting through the air in frustration. "Why is no hero on the scene?! This man is openly threatening a child!"
"It doesn't even look like he's that strong," Endeavor said, flames flickering angrily around him. "Compared to the other monster we saw earlier, this thing should've been taken down days ago. So where are the heroes?!"
That was when Seven, calmly seated near the center, spoke up.
"The answer to that is simple," he said, loud enough for all to hear.
Everyone turned toward him, eyes narrowing in expectation.
"There aren't any heroes yet."
A heavy silence fell.
"What…?" Aizawa said, eyes narrowing.
"What do you mean by 'aren't any'?" Present Mic asked, frowning.
"Don't worry, you'll understand soon enough," Seven replied, waving it off. "You'll see what I mean later. For now, let's just keep watching."
The screen continued.
The crab monster suddenly jabbed a claw toward the suited man, his face twisting in exaggerated offense. "And by the way… that little punk drew nipples on my manly shell chest. With a permanent marker."
Silence for a moment.
Then the audience—especially Class 1-A and 1-B—erupted into laughter.
"Pfft— now that he mentioned it, they really are there!" Kaminari wheezed.
"I didn't even notice at first!" Hagakure giggled.
"It's not funny!" Tetsutetsu barked, glaring. "That's not what the word 'manly' means!"
"Yeah, that's a disgrace to the term!" Kirishima growled, arms crossed. "Don't you dare associate that word with your weird shell nipples!"
Even Spinner and Dabi couldn't help snorting.
"I've seen some dumb villain speeches," Dabi said dryly, "but this one's going in the Hall of Shame."
"I'm still not eating crab," Momo muttered from her seat.
"I don't think anyone is," Jirou said.
On screen, the crab villain growled, pointing his claw again.
"I can't even wear clothes! I can't even use a towel!"
He stepped toward the suited man, claws raised. "Now move, or I'll make sure that job interview you bombed today is your last."
But the man just… stood there. Still as stone.
The villain blinked. "Huh?"
The man tilted his head. "Man… it just came to me. You kinda look like a villain from that cartoon I used to watch."
"Wait, what?" Sero blinked.
"He's mocking him? Now?" Aoyama said, utterly confused.
Before the audience could digest that absurd comment, the villain snapped.
With a furious yell, the crab monster swung his claw like a club.
WHAM!
The man was sent flying, his body flipping through the air before crashing violently into a pile of garbage bins.
"NO!" Ochako gasped, shooting up from her seat.
"Did you see that impact?!" Mina shouted, hands covering her mouth.
"He flew like a ragdoll!" Tetsutetsu yelled.
"That wasn't a quirk-enhanced body," Shoji said grimly. "That guy's normal. That hit could've shattered his ribs… maybe worse."
Even Bakugo was momentarily silent, watching the screen with narrowed eyes. "…Tch."
"It's bad," All Might muttered. "His body isn't conditioned for this. If he doesn't have a quirk, he may not get up at all…"
The theatre quieted again. Eyes locked on the screen. Waiting to see if the man would move—if this was the end of his story… or the start of something else.
Seven quickly turned toward the viewers. "Alright, guys, originally I planned for each chapter to cover a full episode, but honestly—it's exhausting. You probably noticed the ending of this chapter felt a bit rushed, and that's why. So, from now on, each chapter will only cover parts of an episode. They'll be much shorter—around 1,500 to 2,000 words, maybe even less if I'm feeling lazy.
The good news? That means I can release new chapters every two to three days, instead of taking weeks to finish one giant episode. So for now, this is where we'll end things. See you next time!"