Chapter 14: Impact Echoes and The Long Night
A heavy silence draped over the training ground, broken only by the sound of loose gravel trickling down from the spider-webbed cracks in the concrete wall.
Medical robots hovered quickly toward the debris where Todoroki Shoto lay. The boy was sprawled on his back, eyes closed, his chest rising and falling in a shallow, ragged rhythm.
As a robotic arm extended to check his vitals, Todoroki's eyes snapped open. For a split second, they were unfocused, swimming in confusion, but the sharp, cold glare returned almost instantly.
"Get away," Todoroki rasped, swatting the robot's arm aside.
He staggered to his feet, placing a hand against his temple where a headache throbbed like a church bell. He looked around, disoriented. The wall behind him was cratered. The long, icy corridor before him was empty.
What just happened? Todoroki wondered, trying to piece together the missing fraction of a second. I was right in front of him... then the world blurred... and then the wall.
He dusted the debris off his shoulder with regained dignity, refusing the stretcher, and began the long, unsteady walk out of the building.
In the monitor room, All Might watched Kuma, who was calmly brushing ice shards off his coat as if he had merely walked through a light snowfall. A cold drop of sweat rolled down the Symbol of Peace's temple.
Control... All Might thought. If Young Kuma had increased the acceleration by even a small percentage, Young Todoroki would have been liquefied against that wall. He knows his limits with terrifying precision.
"The Winner is the Hero Team!" All Might announced over the speakers. "Everyone, return to the monitor room for the review!"
Strategic Analysis
Kuma, Kaminari, and eventually Todoroki returned to the room. The atmosphere was charged. The large red sphere—Midoriya's extracted pain—was still hovering silently over Kuma's right shoulder, pulsing with a sinister rhythm that made the other students unconsciously give him a wide berth.
"Alright!" All Might cleared his throat. "Who can tell me why the Heroes won and the Villains lost?"
Yaoyorozu Momo raised her hand immediately, her eyes gleaming with analytical sharpness.
"Because Kuma-san adapted to the situation with superior flexibility," Yaoyorozu began. "Todoroki-san made an excellent move initially by isolating Kaminari, but he severely underestimated Kuma-san's defense. He relied entirely on a wide-range offensive, assuming his ice would end it. But against Kuma-san's ability to repel air, ranged attacks were rendered useless."
She took a breath, looking from Todoroki to Kuma.
"Furthermore, the fight could have lasted longer if Todoroki-san had defended himself in the final split-second before impact."
Kirishima furrowed his brows. "What do you mean, Yaoyorozu? He flew like a human missile! How do you defend against that speed?"
Yaoyorozu turned to the redhead, her expression serious. "We must all realize a critical fact: Kuma-san's touch is not deadly on its own; it is simply massive acceleration. The danger lies in the impact that follows. If we do not devise a counter-strategy to absorb that momentum, we will lose every time."
Kirishima looked at her, intrigued. "So, what do you suggest?"
Yaoyorozu gestured with her hands, visualizing the physics. "For example, if Todoroki-san, the moment he felt the push, had blasted all his fire backward toward the wall, it would have acted as a reverse thruster, reducing the impact force by over 80%. In your case, Kirishima-san, you could harden your legs and dig them into the ground to create friction and resist the launch. And I, for instance, would need to instantly create a thick, viscous rubber cushion behind my back to absorb the G-force."
The class fell silent, absorbing the tactical depth of her words.
Kuma adjusted his glasses, a small, calm smile touching his lips. "An impressive analysis. However... that would only save you from my first touch. What would you do after that?"
"I would be standing right in front of you," Kuma continued, "while you are pinned against the wall."
Yaoyorozu didn't back down. She smiled back, a spark of competitive intelligence in her eyes. "That is when the struggle begins. Then, we fight. Isn't that right, Todoroki-san?"
The class turned to Todoroki, who was standing in the corner, staring silently at his left hand.
He looked up, his heterochromatic eyes meeting Kuma's gaze behind the round glasses.
"I acknowledge your strength, Kuma," Todoroki said quietly, his voice carrying a new weight. "That speed... it took me by surprise. But now that I know... I will not let my guard down for even a second in the future."
Kuma nodded his head in respect. "I look forward to it."
The Return Home
The long school day finally ended. Students flooded out of the classrooms as the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in a bruised orange hue—a color disturbingly similar to the orb following Kuma.
Kuma walked alone toward the train station. The red sphere—Midoriya's pain—seemed to grow heavier with the twilight. Its pulsing became audible to him now, a low, thrumming hum like the heartbeat of a sick giant.
He arrived home.
"I have returned," his deep voice filled the entryway.
His mother greeted him with a smile, but it faltered when she saw the large, ominous sphere hovering behind him.
"Bartholomew..." she said, wiping her hands on her apron, her voice laced with unease. "That is... much bigger than the last one. It feels... heavy."
"Yes," Kuma answered, removing his massive boots. "A classmate suffered a severe injury. His entire arm was shattered. I... removed it from him."
His father, Soran, stepped out of the kitchen. He looked at the sphere sternly. He didn't know how his son disposed of these things, but the dark energy emanating from it made the hairs on his arms stand up.
"It is an unsettling ability," Soran said quietly. "Be careful with that thing, son. Make sure it is safely dissipated."
"I will," Kuma said, keeping his expression neutral to hide the dread building in his stomach.
The Night Ritual
It was 10:00 PM.
Kuma sat in the center of his room, on a thick training mat he had laid out specifically for this purpose. The curtains were drawn tight, blocking out the moonlight, leaving the room illuminated only by the sinister, crimson glow of the orb.
He had removed his shirt, revealing his broad torso and rock-hard muscles. He sat cross-legged, breathing deeply.
The red sphere floated down to settle in front of him, at eye level. It was the size of a soccer ball now, its surface rippling with nervous, violent energy. This wasn't the pain of a simple broken finger. This was the pain of a Quirk that pulverized bones and shredded muscles from the inside out.
"Midoriya Izuku..." Kuma whispered, staring into the red abyss. "The amount of pain you endure to become a hero... is terrifying."
He closed his eyes and focused. He had to be ready.
Slowly, he extended his massive hand. He opened his palm.
"The law of conservation of energy. Pain does not vanish... it transfers."
He gripped the red sphere.
ZZZZT!!
There was no explosion. Just a sharp, violent suction sound, like the air being vacuumed out of the room. The entire sphere vanished into Kuma's body in a fraction of a second.
"GGGGGHHHHHH—!!!!"
Kuma's body went rigid instantly.
The veins in his neck and arms bulged as if they were steel cables about to snap. His eyes shot open, the whites turning red.
It wasn't normal pain. It felt as if his right arm had been shoved into a hydraulic press and slowly crushed, while molten lead was poured into the marrow of his bones. The agony hit his brain in blinding white waves of pure torture.
This... THIS is what he feels every time he punches?!
Kuma lost control of his body for a second.
CRACK!
He slammed his left fist into the floor with involuntary, titanic force, shattering the wooden floorboards beneath him. The wardrobe shook, and books tumbled from the shelves.
Quiet! his mind screamed. Be quiet! Do not let them hear!
He bit down on his lower lip with all his strength, stifling the roar of agony that threatened to tear from his throat. Blood spurted from his lip, running down his chin. The internal pressure was so immense that a small vessel in his forehead burst, trickling blood down his temple.
The seizure of pain lasted for ten seconds. Ten seconds of absolute hell where he had to battle his own body to remain silent.
Then, slowly... the fire began to recede, replaced by a cold, heavy numbness in his right arm.
Kuma collapsed onto his hands and knees, panting violently but silently. Sweat poured off his body as if he had been standing in the rain, mixing with the blood dripping from his mouth and nose.
"Haa... Haa... Haa..."
He coughed violently into his hand to muffle the sound, splattering dark spots of blood onto his palm.
He dragged himself to the mirror on his desk. He looked terrible. Blood was running from his nose, his split lip, and a small cut on his forehead.
"Con... tained..." he rasped.
He wiped the blood from his face with a damp towel. He took out a small first-aid kit from his drawer. With trembling fingers, he applied a small adhesive bandage to his forehead and another across his split lip.
He then pulled his "Bible/Atlas" from the desk with his left hand and opened the page.
He wrote in a slightly jagged script:
Quirk: Unknown Power (Midoriya).
Effect: Massive internal destruction.
Pain Level: Catastrophic.
Note: Extreme caution required when extracting this level again.
He closed the book and collapsed onto his mattress.
He stared up at the dark ceiling. His body felt heavy, drained of all strength. A high-pitched ringing sound—tinnitus from the shock—filled his ears, drowning out the silence of the room.
His parents were safe downstairs, unaware of the torture he had just endured upstairs. That was how it had to be.
He closed his eyes, sinking into a deep sleep, the ringing in his ears the only lullaby for the silent guardian.
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