Chapter 21: Beyond 100% and The Price of Peace
The dust settled in the plaza, heavy and suffocating. All Might stood facing the Nomu, his chest heaving. His breathing was heavier than usual—a rhythmic, wet rasp that only someone with enhanced hearing could detect. The intel Kuma provided and the cover fire had saved him from a critical spinal injury, but the enemy was still standing, an obelisk of mindless flesh.
"Shock absorption..." All Might muttered, wiping blood from his chin. "So, there is a limit. He is not nullifying the damage, just holding it. Like a dam waiting to burst."
He cracked his knuckles. The sound echoed like a gunshot in the silent facility.
"Then I just have to hit him faster than he can regenerate. I have to hit him until he overflows! Until the dam breaks!"
All Might charged.
What followed was not a fight. It was a natural disaster contained within four walls.
"ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!"
All Might unleashed a storm. Hundreds of blows per second. Each punch was thrown not with 100% of his power, but beyond it. The air ignited from the friction.
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!
The wind pressure generated by the clash was catastrophic. It tore up the floor tiles, turning them into shrapnel. It uprooted trees in the distant forest zone. It threatened to blow the students on the stairs away like dry leaves in a hurricane.
"The wind! It's too strong! My eyes!" Mineta screamed, holding onto a railing with white-knuckled terror, his feet lifting off the ground.
"Get behind me!"
Kuma stepped forward. He moved with the weight of a mountain. He planted his massive boots firmly on the concrete steps, the stone cracking under his grip. He bent his knees in a deep sumo stance, spreading his arms wide to create a barrier.
He didn't use a special move. He simply became a wall.
He used his massive surface area and his repelling ability to split the wind stream, creating a triangular pocket of calm air behind him for Midoriya, Tsuyu, Mineta, and the unconscious Aizawa.
His clothes flapped violently, tearing at the seams. The bandages on his face threatened to peel off. The wind roared in his ears, deafening and hot. But Kuma did not move a millimeter. He watched the battle of titans with wide, unblinking eyes.
This is the summit, Kuma thought, awestruck, his glasses reflecting the blur of violence. This is not just strength. This is will. This is the peak of heroism.
"PLUS... ULTRAAAAAAA!!"
All Might delivered the final blow.
It was a punch that defied physics. It hit the Nomu in the gut, burying the fist deep into the creature's abdomen. The shockwave launched the beast through the sound barrier instantly.
CRASH!
The Nomu smashed through the reinforced glass ceiling of the USJ, ascending into the sky until it became nothing but a twinkling star in the stratosphere.
Silence returned to the USJ. Absolute, ringing silence.
The villain army was defeated. The boss monster was gone.
All Might stood in the center of the crater, steam pouring off his body in thick white clouds.
"I am getting old," All Might said. His voice was booming, maintaining the facade, but beneath it was a tremor of exhaustion. "In my prime, that would have taken five punches. That took over three hundred."
He turned to the remaining villains. Shigaraki and Kurogiri were trembling, paralyzed by the display of power.
"Well?" All Might bluffed, striking a pose amidst the steam. "Are we done here?"
The Bluff and The Trigger
Kuma, from his vantage point on the stairs, noticed something the others missed.
His enhanced vision cut through the steam. He saw the slight, uncontrollable tremor in All Might's knees. He saw that the steam was not just heat—it was the transformation smoke. The hero's form was flickering.
He is at his limit, Kuma realized with a jolt of cold horror. He cannot fight anymore. One more step, and he will collapse.
Shigaraki, driven by madness and instinct, sensed it too. The fear in his eyes was replaced by a manic realization.
"He's hesitating..." Shigaraki whispered, scratching his neck until it bled. "He's weak. He's cheating! He's bluffing!"
Shigaraki sprinted. "I can still kill him! We can still win!"
"All Might!" Midoriya screamed, jumping down the stairs to intercept, breaking his legs in the process to launch a desperate smash.
But Kurogiri intercepted Midoriya, warping his path.
Shigaraki reached for All Might with five fingers spread wide. Decay was inches away.
Suddenly, a shadow fell over Shigaraki. A massive, looming shadow that blocked out the lights.
Kuma was there.
He had moved despite his exhaustion. He stood between the villain and the Symbol of Peace.
Kuma was running on fumes. He had no air pressure left. His muscles were screaming in agony. He couldn't launch Shigaraki away again. He couldn't even fire a cannon.
But he stood tall. He raised his massive hand, towering over the villain. He glared down with cold, absolute authority.
It was a bluff. A terrifying, desperate bluff.
Shigaraki stopped in his tracks, hesitating. The memory of being launched across the room like a ragdoll was still fresh in his mind.
"You..." Shigaraki hissed, looking up at the giant.
For a moment, the villain's madness subsided into a strange, analytical curiosity.
"I thought you were just a glitched NPC," Shigaraki said, his voice raspy and dry. "Just a background character with a big hitbox. But you... you're a Mini-Boss, aren't you?"
Kuma didn't answer. He didn't blink. He just held his hand steady, projecting an aura of invincibility he did not feel.
"I'll be watching you, Bear," Shigaraki promised, his red eye glowing ominously behind the hand mask. "This isn't the end of your game."
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Bullets ripped through the air.
Shigaraki jerked violently as rounds struck his arms and legs, spraying blood.
"They are here!" Kurogiri shouted, wrapping Shigaraki in his warp mist.
At the entrance, Snipe, the pro hero, stood with his smoking revolvers. Behind him, the silhouette of the U.A. faculty appeared like a cavalry charge.
"Sorry we're late!" Nezu squeaked from the shoulder of a hero.
The villains vanished into the mist, retreating in defeat, leaving only echoes of their malice.
The Price of Peace
The danger was over.
The students began to cheer. Kirishima and Bakugo came running back from the wreckage. The teachers secured the area.
But in the thick dust cloud where All Might stood, a transformation occurred.
Poof.
The muscular titan vanished. In his place stood a skeletal, emaciated man with sunken eyes, coughing up copious amounts of blood.
Cementoss quickly raised a cement wall to hide All Might from the other students, creating a private sanctuary.
"All Might!" Midoriya cried, crawling over on his broken legs.
But Kuma was already there. He was standing right next to them inside the cement barrier. He hadn't left.
The smoke cleared.
Kuma looked down. He saw the truth.
He didn't see the invincible Symbol of Peace. He saw a frail man drowning in his own oversized clothes. He saw the terrible, purple scar on his chest that looked like a spiderweb of agony, a wound that had eaten away his lung and stomach.
All Might looked up, terrified that a student had seen him in this state. "Young Kuma... I..."
Kuma's expression didn't change to disgust or disappointment. His gray eyes softened behind his cracked glasses. He looked at the scar, then at the man's tired, sunken eyes.
He remembered the red sphere of pain he had extracted from Midoriya the previous night—the sheer density of suffering the boy carried. Now, he realized where that burden came from.
"So..." Kuma whispered. His voice was heavy, filled with a new, profound respect that bordered on reverence. "This is the price of peace."
He didn't ask questions. He didn't scream.
He simply bowed his head deep, a gesture of absolute loyalty.
Then, the adrenaline finally ran out. The strings holding the puppet were cut.
Kuma's eyes rolled back. His massive body swayed like a felled redwood tree.
"Kuma-kun!" Midoriya shouted, reaching out.
Kuma collapsed forward, hitting the ground with a heavy thud, unconscious. He finally succumbed to the toll of the last twenty-four hours. He fell into the dark, knowing that the world was safe for now, but understanding for the first time just how fragile that safety truly was.
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