The UA campus shuddered, a deep rumble rattling the dorm windows, lights flickering like a dying pulse.
Aizawa's voice blared over the intercom, sharp and pissed: "All students, stay inside! Intruder alert!" Zion stood in the common room, Momo and Ochaco freezing mid-chat.
His Eye caught a shadow outside, tall and masked, moving too fast, too deliberate. His gut screamed All for One, the bastard who'd sent goons to the forest, who wanted Legion for his own fucked-up game.
All Might's, leaving UA exposed. Zion's All for One, his stolen Quirks (Lightspeed, Ironclad, Blade, Creation), and Quirk Echo were locked and loaded, but this felt bigger, uglier.
"Lock the doors!" Zion barked, his voice rough, shoving Momo and Ochaco toward the back. Momo's Creation sparked, a steel baton forming, her eyes fierce despite the fear.
"Who is it?" she hissed.
Ochaco floated a chair to barricade the door, her face pale but game. "Zion, what's out there?" she asked, voice shaking.
"Trouble," he growled, crude lust for them—Momo's curves, Ochaco's thighs—buried under the fight.
His Eye scanned the room: Kaminari, sparking nervously; Iida, glasses glinting with suspicion; Tsuyu, ribbiting, calm but ready.
Midnight slipped in, bodysuit tight, her whip uncoiled. "Kid, you sense it too?" she muttered.
"Yeah," he said, nodding at the window, the shadow now clearer—tall, masked, a void of a figure, radiating wrongness.
"That's no random asshole. Stay tight." Aizawa burst in, scarf loose, his glare cutting. "Zion, you know something. Spill." His Erasure Quirk was ready, but Zion's gut said it wouldn't be enough.
"No time," Zion snapped. The glass shattered, the masked figure stepping through, unhurried, a fucking nightmare in black, his voice smooth, cold, unmistakable—All for One.
"Zion," he said, "you've been busy. Time to join the family." His presence was a weight, Quirks pulsing from him, too many to count, his mask hiding all but a smirk.
Momo gasped, crafting a shield, Ochaco floating debris as weapons.
Midnight's whip cracked, her scent ready to drop him, but All for One waved a hand, a gust Quirk blasting the room, knocking Iida back, his engines sputtering.
Kaminari's sparks died, his fear choking him.
Tsuyu's tongue shot out, aiming for the mask, but a barrier Quirk deflected it, her ribbit sharp.
Aizawa's eyes flared, Erasure locking on, but All for One laughed, a speed Quirk blurring him, dodging the effect.
Zion charged, Lightspeed a streak, Blade Quirk snapping out, slicing for the bastard's chest. All for One parried with a metal-arm Quirk, sparks flying, his laugh chilling. "You're mine, boy," he taunted, a force Quirk slamming Zion into a wall, plaster cracking.
Zion's Ironclad absorbed it, his ribs screaming, and he rolled, Creation crafting a grenade, lobbing it. The blast rocked the room, smoke rising, but All for One emerged, a shield Quirk gleaming, unscathed.
"You're tough," Zion spat, crafting a spear, Lightspeed darting in, stabbing low. All for One countered, a flame Quirk scorching Zion's arm, pain searing.
Momo's shield blocked a second blast, her voice fierce, "Zion, we've got you!" She crafted a net, tossing it, but All for One's telekinesis Quirk shredded it.
Ochaco floated a table, smashing it into him, buying time. Midnight's whip lashed, her scent dazing, but All for One's air Quirk cleared it, his mask tilting. "Children," he mocked, "you're outclassed."
Zion roared, Blade Quirk slashing, Ironclad fist swinging, each hit blocked by shifting Quirks—stone skin, energy pulses, fucking claws.
All for One's strength was unreal, his moves fluid, like he'd fought gods and won.
Zion's Creation churned, crafting chains, traps, but All for One dodged or broke them, his laugh grating.
"Join me, Zion," he said, a psychic Quirk stabbing Zion's mind, visions of power, blood, control. Zion shook it off, his cause holding firm.
A system ping hit mid-fight:
<
System Update –
Defiant Stand Achieved
Reward: +15 Stat Points
>
Zion dumped 5 into Energy, 5 into Endurance, 5 into Strength, a surge pumping his veins, his burns stinging less, his strikes harder.
<
Name: Zion
Age: 16
Quirk: All for One
Special Ability: All-Seeing eye, Quirk Echo, (locked)
Energy: 55
Endurance: 60
Strength: 50
Appeal: ∞
>
He crafted a flashbang, blinding All for One, and charged, Blade Quirk slicing his arm, blood spilling—real, red. All for One snarled, a shockwave Quirk throwing Zion back, crashing through a couch.
Momo's net finally caught his leg, Ochaco's debris pinning his arm, Midnight's whip coiling his wrist. Aizawa's Erasure hit, locking his Quirks, and Zion lunged, Ironclad fist smashing the mask, cracking it.
The figure staggered, then… flickered, like a bad signal. His body shimmered, dissolving into static, revealing nothing—a clone, a fucking Quirk trick.
The real All for One's laugh echoed, sourceless, "A test, Zion. You're close, but not ready." The static faded, leaving silence, the room trashed, Momo panting, Ochaco trembling, Midnight cursing, Aizawa's glare lethal.
"What the fuck was that?" Kaminari stammered, his sparks weak.
Tsuyu ribbited, "A clone, kero. He played us."
Momo's hand found Zion's, "He's after you," she whispered, her Creation sparking, ready for more.
Zion nodded, his Eye scanning—nothing, just wreckage, All for One gone, but his shadow lingered, a noose tightening.
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