The Shie Hassaikai weren't just another Yakuza remnant.
Over 150 trained grunts. Eight elite fighters — the "Eight Bullets."
And at their center: Kai Chisaki. Overhaul.
The man who destroys and rebuilds flesh like molding clay.
This wasn't a raid.
It was a war waiting to happen.
The Hero Strike Team — Personally hand-picked by endeavour and me:
Endeavour
Best Jeanist
Sir Nighteye
Mirko – Rabbit Hero
Fatgum
Aizawa-sensei
Ryukyu – Dragon Hero
Izuku Midoriya – Overdrive
Katsuki Bakugo – Dynamight
Shoto Todoroki – Shoto
Mirio Togata – Lemillion
Kirishima Eijiro – Red Riot
Uraraka Ochako – Uravity, now under Mirko's agency
Plus the necessary support crews and med evac units
These are mostly canon heroes, sure…
But I'm the one who recommended and hand-picked some of them.
Kacchan.
Shoto.
Best Jeanist.
And finally Mirko-san — without any ulterior motives, obviously.
She's just new to the agency and insanely strong.
Okay, maybe I respect her a little too much… but that's beside the point.
Also, unlike the anime, Uraraka isn't in Ryukyu's agency here.
She's with Mirko — which somehow made everything both louder and scarier.
The raid plan was simple:
→ Save Eri.
→ Capture Overhaul.
→ Destroy every last trace of the quirk-destroying drug.
After Endeavour took over the investigation, I learned about the bullets — and it all came rushing back. I had forgotten how terrifying they were… how much they had cost Mirio-senpai in another timeline.
I refused to let that trauma repeat.
Not here.
Not now.
We infiltrated the Shie Hassaikai compound smoothly.
The helicopter descended, everyone tense, focused, ready.
And finally—
All of us touched down.
The raid had begun.
The Infiltration started—And the Moment Everything Went Wrong
We touched down.
Boots hit concrete.
The air felt heavy — too heavy — like the whole compound was holding its breath.
Everyone moved with practiced precision: Aizawa scanning corners, Bakugo cracking his neck like he was waiting for someone to piss him off, Mirko grinning because she wanted trouble, and Mirio giving his usual sunshine smile even though his shoulders were stiff.
But Sir Nighteye…
He was wrong.
His expression twisted the moment we landed — like he'd already seen something terrible.
"Sir? Are you okay?" I asked, but he didn't answer.
He wasn't even looking at me.
His eyes were wide, trembling, darting to places that hadn't changed yet.
"Midoriya… r—run…"
His voice was barely a whisper, breathless, strangled.
I took a step toward him.
"Sir, what are you—?"
Then the air behind him rippled.
Low. Rumbling. Familiar.
A swirling mass of purple mist bloomed like a flower of doom.
Kurogiri.
My heart dropped.
"Everyone, MOVE—!" I yelled.
But it was already too late.
The mist exploded outward, swallowing the landing zone.
The helicopter buckled as gravity distorted.
Uraraka screamed.
Bakugo cursed.
Mirko lunged forward, but the ground vanished beneath her.
I fired Blackwhip in desperation, anchoring to the helicopter's frame.
"Kurogiri—!!"
A calm, cold voice floated through the fog.
"Good afternoon… heroes."
Then another voice layered over his, sharp and mocking:
"Looks like today's not your lucky day."
Overhaul.
My tendril tightened its grip on the metal, but—
A slicing motion cut the air.
An invisible blade.
Overhaul severed Blackwhip cleanly.
I fell.
"You were doomed," Overhaul's voice echoed, distorted by the warp,
"the moment you stepped inside."
The world shattered into shards of darkness.
One by one —
we were scattered.
Not teleported carefully.
Not placed tactically.
We were thrown apart like pieces of dismantled flesh.
And suddenly—
I was alone.
Hit the ground hard.
Skidded across metal flooring that stretched endlessly in both directions.
My ears rang.
My chest burned.
"…Feels like the Infinity Castle," I muttered, pushing myself up.
The silence pressed in.
Then—
Footsteps.
Slow. Mocking. Far too casual for the situation.
A voice drifted out of the shadows:
"Yo, Midoriya. Doing well?"
Rin Shigaraki.
Hands in pockets.
Smile too relaxed.
Like he was meeting an old friend.
My blood ran cold.
"What the hell are you doing here? How did you know we were infiltrating?" I snapped.
"Straight to business, huh? No hello? No 'wow Rin, you look great today'?"
He sighed dramatically.
"I'm actually hurt."
""Don't screw with me—!"
I launched forward—
Full Cowl 40% bursting like crackling green thunder—
But Rin vanished in a smooth swirl of mist.
"Slow down," he drawled from behind me. "I'm not your opponent today."
"Then why are you here?"
"To give you a message."
He stepped closer. Too close.
"Your dad wants you safe."
"Still saying he's my father?" My voice shook with anger.
"I'll drag you to Tartarus and you can discuss it there."
"That tone…" Rin chuckled.
"So much like Master. I almost feel nostalgic."
My fingers twitched. I wanted to deck him.
"Well," Rin shrugged, "think it over. You have until the end of the day. After that—"
His grin sharpened.
"I'll take you home. One way or another."
And he vanished into Kurogiri's mist.
Leaving me with—
"Oi, really? A kid?"
Seven villains emerged.
"Thought we'd get Jeanist!"
"The brat's mine!"
"Back off, we bring him to young master—!"
I cracked my knuckles.
"Only seven? Shigaraki is really pissing me off today."
"What did you say, kid—?"
"How many punches can you take?"
Before he finished:
BAAAM !!
My fist met his jaw.
He flew like a missile.
The others froze.
"Come on," I growled, lightning flaring,
"I'm done playing nice."
They felt it—
The kid in front of them wasn't a kid.
He was a beast.
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With Endeavour
A Nomu landed with a bone-rattling crash.
Behind it:
50 Villains.
Two of the Eight Bullets.
All without Chisaki.
Endeavour's flames roared hotter.
"Do they think I'm weak?" he growled.
The Nomu charged.
Endeavour didn't wait.
FLAME LANCE!!!
A spear of blue fire impaled the Nomu, vaporizing it instantly.
Villains screamed.
He walked forward, each step melting the floor.
They weren't fighting a hero.
They were facing a walking furnace.
And he intended to burn every last one.
With Bakugo & Shoto
Bakugo clicked his tongue.
"Oi, Half-and-Half! We got fifty extras here!"
"Your tone is so childish," Shoto sighed.
"Shut up! Whoever gets more kills wins!"
Bakugo blasted forward, explosions shaking the hall.
Shoto smirked.
"You're on."
Ice surged across the battlefield.
Flames followed.
One villain froze mid-stride—
Another blasted into a wall.
Their combo looked effortless.
Terrifying.
Deadly.
Bakugo howled in joy.
Shoto attacked with elegance.
They were chaos and control working in perfect sync.
With Mirko & Ryuko
"That broccoli kid didn't warn us about THIS," Mirko growled, cracking her neck.
"Broccoli?" Ryukyu asked.
"You know — Midoriya."
"He's competent. Very much so," Ryukyu said, shifting.
Mirko smirked.
"Yeah yeah. I'll take left, you take right."
Ryukyu roared into dragon form.
Mirko kicked off—
BOOM!!
Her heel shattered a villain's jaw in a single hit.
Ryukyu swiped three more into the wall with her tail.
"Try to keep up, dragon lady!" Mirko laughed.
Ryukyu smirked.
"Just don't die."
With Sir NightEye & Mirio
Sir Nighteye had gone pale.
"Midoriya… run…"
Mirio grabbed his shoulders.
"Sir! What did you see!?"
Nighteye's eyes brimmed with desperation.
"Mirio… you must save him… Midoriya… he's in terrible danger…"
Mirio clenched his fists.
Then he smiled — that bright, fearless smile that didn't match the fear in his chest.
"Then I'll save him."
And Lemillion sprinted into the maze.
With Overhaul
Overhaul walked calmly.
Eri was in his arms, trembling so violently it hurt to watch.
"You're mine, Eri," he whispered, voice devoid of feeling.
"No one will take you. Not heroes. Not villains. Not anyone."
She whimpered, tears sliding down her face.
He placed one hand on her shoulder—
Her flesh rippled in fear under his touch.
With his other hand, he lifted a gun.
A gun loaded with quirk-destroying bullets.
His target?
Someone he hated.
Someone he saw as impurity.
His eyes narrowed.
"I'll erase him."
Heroes clashed.
Villains screamed.
Fire, ice, explosions, dragon roars, bone-shattering punches—
All of it one symphony of chaos.
The Shie Hassaikai raid had begun.
And the real fight…
was just starting.