Adolescenti Combattere una Guerra Egoist Part 3

"Normal Speech"

'Thoughts'

"Yelling"

Stand Names, Quirks, etc.

Izuku whooped with joy as turned and ran down an alley-way, three one-pointers following him. Cocking his Beretta for no reason other than reflex, he fired at the pursuing robots. He fired shot after shot, only aiming enough to hit the one in front. Izuku giggled like he was ten years old again, if Mista found out he was half-assing his marksmanship like this, he would smash a beer bottle on his head.

And freak out if it somehow broke in four pieces again.

"Izuku, break one of the pieces in two, break one of the pieces in two BREAK ONE OF THE PIECES IN TWO BREAKONEOFTHEPIECESINTWO!"

Narancia counted on his fingers off to the side, "…You said that four times"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

"heh heh heh"

The constant barrage of energy from the bottomless magazine finally killed the mono-wheeled pursuer. "Prepar-ar-ara-e to d-d-d-d-di- "it sputtered as it shut down mid-chase, falling to the ground with the two behind it crashing into their fallen comrade. Izuku stopped and turned on the three-bot pile-up, a devious grin on his face. Two hatches opened up directly under the boy's eyes and two rectangular clusters of barrels stuck out, before firing scores of RPGs at the recovering robots.

The rockets each erupted into a miniature fireball, metal twisting and melting each time one struck the green hulls. Their chances were about the same as Tycho Brahe against sunlight.

"Vocal Percussion on a whole 'nother level," Izuku sang under his breath as the onslaught ended, revealing nothing but hunks of slag where robots once stood. "Coming from my mind."

"Vocal percussion on a whole 'nother level, coming from my mind," Izuku grinned as he began to sprint again. Reaching the other end of the alley, he dove onto the back of a passing one-pointer, the metal monster too busy pursuing a floating cloth to stop him. He placed both of his hands flat on the robots back and began to shred through the beast as waves of mini-gun fire carved their way to the other side.

"Kono Me Amarreri Maroreri Merare Maro!" the bullets broke through!

The machinecrashed to the ground…

… and Izuku was sent ass over teakettle into the floating cloth.

"Oof"" OW!"

"Welp, there goes my rhythm. Eh, fun while it lasted," Izuku waited on his back for the world to stop spinning, and turned his head just in time to see some members of Bad Company pointing at him in a way that he could only describe as mockingly. "Frickin' smartasses."

"Owww~ No Mt. Toba, yamate. I'm not big enough to be the heavyweight champ" a woozy, feminine voice caught Izuku's attention. Especially since it originated from the empty air above him. Izuku instinctively grabbed at the air above him, patting something firm before one of his fingers accidently stuck itself into a tight hole. He recoiled in shock as his finger got stuck, recognizing what he had stuck it in. "ODDIO! I am so very sorry."

Izuku scrambled to his feet, the girl dropping off of him and his finger freeing with a pop.

"It's alright. Thanks for the save. That robot saw me when a shred of someone's jacket hit me. I've barely been able to find the off buttons on these things before someone else demolishes them, and this was just the first time one actually saw me! I'm honestly starting to think this was a really bad idea," The invisible girl explained as she untangled the jacket shred.

"So, how come the jacket isn't invisible too? Does it take too much time to turn things invisible? Can you only turn so much invisible? I know a girl who is always invisible and she can turn her entire surroundings invisible. She can accidently turn whole other people and the ground invisible if she's not careful, so does something similar happen when you do?" Izuku asked in rapid succession. He had gotten better at talking to people, and when you associate with gangsters, you learn when to shut the fuck up. But when the topic of someone's quirk was brought up, he still had to ask questions. "Can you-?"

"Stop~!" Toru pleaded the motor-mouthed greenette. "I can't make anything invisible; I just am invisible all the time. My own clothes don't turn invisible with me. I have to strip to use my quirk, okay," Toru would usually be much more friendly, but it's rarely fun to talk to a motor-mouth.

"Ahhh," Izuku nodded in understanding as he crouched down and gestured for the soldiers to come nearer. Bad Company soldiers erupted from the woodwork, their accompanying vehicles flying in from over-head or driving from around the corner. A rope-ladder dangled from the lead helicopter, upon which a blue-helmeted soldier hung on. The minute elite straight armed a large bazooka and fired it past Izuku's head. The invisible girl yelped, dropping the cloth fragment and the bra tangled in it, and turned in time to see a two-pointer lose its tail.

"HERO SCUM!" was all it had time to yell before some of the gathering tanks mangled its left side. It fell down on its right, exposing a malformed cross-section.

The invisible girl was glad she couldn't be seen, lest the proctors have video evidence that her eyes distended past her nose. 'What the hell was that!'

"Oh, that was my st- quirk, One Man Army. I made these guys, "Izuku explained as the men and vehicles glowed green. "But I overestimated how many I would need, so I'm recalling about half of them to charge back up," The gathered Companies disappeared in a flash. "Besides, at this rate, I'll steal all the points, and while this is a competition, I don't think that UA has a plan for a student that good."

Izuku tucked his arms behind his head. "Haha, that was too conceited wasn't it? I tried to make a joke, but it ended up too douchey, I'm sorry. I'm Izuku, by the way, sorry about sticking my finger in your ear,"

The invisible girl let out an odd, noncommittal sound that Izuku couldn't interpret for a chance to be the next Lexington Steele. It was a pretty high, whiny noise that reminded him of that time Fugo had punished Narancia with a seat-less chair.

"Okay Narancia, the first president of Italy was?"

"Uhhh, Enrico De Nicola, right?"

"No no, was he Enrico De Nicola or not?"

"uh- yes! Yes, it was!"

"Molto Bene! See that wasn't so hard now, was it? Now, who is the current president?"

"… Salato Mozzarella?"

"…"

"…"

"…"

*HAYMAKERTOTHEFACE! *

"YOU FUCKING IDIOT! YOU COMPLETE STOLTO! SALATO MOZZARELLA!? SALATO MOZZERELLA!? HOW CAN YOU KNOW THE FIRST PRESIDENT BUT NOT THE CURRENT ONE? HOW?! IZUKU! HIT HIM!"

"NOOOOOOOOO-*THWACK! *

It had been fun to swing that rope thing though; he should see if he can still do it.

"Wait, these things have off-buttons?"

There was soft *thump* as the girl fell to the floor.

"Wait, did she mean she was naked? Would it be rude to bring up why that's a horrible idea? I mean, I'm half naked, but I could tank a sledgehammer to the trachea fully charged," Izuku mused as he gently felt around for her.

"I can't just leave her here unconscious; she'll get run over. I hope she makes it in, I want to know more about her quirk. I wonder if she would let me help her design her costume?" Izuku rambled on, now that he had gotten started. Managing to maneuver the invisible woman into his arms, as respectfully as he could, he set off to find a spot for Bad Company to guard her. Didn't want a hurt signora on his conscience now.

Jotaro would force him to apologize on his knees and ORA!him out of the hospital again.

Things had been going well for Uraraka. After she had booked it away from the God of Destruction in an open jacket, she began destroying robots with little effort. She had to take great care to avoid their attacks, but all she had to do to was tap them and release when they were high enough.

The robots refused to fire or even struggle much as they were lifted into the air. She would later learn from another competitor that this was probably a fail-safe to avoid unintentional injury caused by random rockets.

Uraraka tapped her finger-pads on a one-pointer, the robot floating up into the air with a few others. Her stomach twisted in protest as she brought the mass close to her limit. But she persevered: she only had one-shot at getting in.

"Release!" she pressed her fingers together and the robots plummeted to the ground, where they crashed apart like over-ripe fruit. A few even landed on new robots that charged her while yelling insults.

"FOOLISH H-" *SMASH!*

"YOU STUPID GIRL!" *CRASH*

"MOMM-" *SHELL-BREAKING-TRAUMA*

She yelped and fell back as a three-pointer she released plummeted to the ground just a few feet from her. She hadn't realized the wind had blown it towards her.

"EEP!" She felt something small squirm beneath her, like she had landed on a rat or something similar. Scrambling to her feet, she turned in time to see a flattened little man in green army gear.

Also, there were like four others just pointing and shaking, like they were laughing at the downed one.

'Sitting on a 15cm soldier… This will be the story of my life if I don't pass…'

With that sobering thought fueling her, Ochako dashed away to kill more robots.

…or she would have had her nausea caused not caused her to faceplant after four steps.

Groaning, she got up on all fours, trying not to vomit. She always experienced nausea when she used her quirk too much, and the running around had not helped an already upset stomach.

She heard tiny footsteps and found herself surrounded by a gaggle of army men. They bore many armaments, ranging from simple combat knives to- 'Is that a MINI-GUN!?'

Sure enough, a very tall soldier walked forward, wielding a mini-gun that had to weigh as much as he did. He may have been small, but he still towards a head-and-a-half over his comrades. His face was obscured, save his mouth, by a blue helmet with a mohawk of spikes. An over-sized zipper hung at the top of his vest.

The others men fell into salute as the blue-helmet passed them and came to a stop in front of Uraraka's face. With a flash of golden light, he dispelled the mini-gun and reached towards her hanging head. She watched astonished as the little man patted her cheek comfortingly before motioning to the other soldiers.

The tiny soldiers immediately got to work.

Most took up guard around her, brandishing rifles as they formed an elliptical perimeter.

Others began tending to her as best they could. Some began to massage and stimulate pressure points in her hands to help with her queasiness, while other took out what looked like handkerchiefs and began fanning her face.

'Ohmykami, they have little tarps and sleeping bags! It's so cute!'

Truly, badass soldiers who could take down relative kaijus on foot had never been so adorable.

Unfortunately, Uraraka did not have time to fawn. Struggling back to her feet, she clenched her fists in determination.

Before she could go running again, a small tug on her hair bangs brought her attention to her shoulder, and a squeal broke free from her mouth.

An unusually small soldier, shorter than the others to the point of only reaching their chests, sat on her shoulder. His musculature was nearly nonexistent and he wore a tiny propeller beanie like its master in place of a helmet. His uniform was much too large, fitted for the 'normal' soldiers, and hung off his frame like child wearing his father's coat. In his hands was a scaled-down pair of high-tech binoculars.

Overall, she wanted to cuddle him and feed him a cookie.

The tiny soldier just waved off her squeal and pulled the binoculars up to his eyes. Spotting something, the soldier pulled on her hair with one arm and pointed to something off in the distance.

Squinting, she saw it: another congregation of robots at a far-off intersection.

The many soldiers surrounded her in formation, weapons at the ready. The blue-helmet gestured for her to follow, and it and the rest began to move forward, ready to continue their campaign.

"…Well okay then."

Uraraka began to follow them, deciding to just roll with the impromptu reinforcements. With her stomach still giving protest over her quirk overuse, she couldn't really turn down the help.

Plus, she wanted to give them cake crumbs later to see if they would eat them.

"THIS IS SO MANLY!" a red-headed boy yelled excitedly. He watched as a trio of tiny blue-helmeted soldiers climbed a relative colossus in the form of a two pointer. They dodged the robots attempted to swipe them off and clung on no matter how hard it tried to shake them. They scaled the robot's legs and planted slammed their palms onto its knees.

Kirishima watched in amazement as, with a bright flash of yellow light, brass ropes of some sort attached to the robot's joints and the men leaped off the side of the robot.

The soldiers swung from the ropes and manifested bazookas in their free hands. As they reached the low-point of their swing, each fired the bazooka and cleared the swing back to the top.

They slammed the terminal end of their ropes together and grabbed the large handles that manifested when they did.

With a loud zipping noise, the ropes split in two.

Taking the robot's knees with them.

The villain-bot plummeted to the ground with three of its legs severed. "I WILL BE YOUR DOWNFALL!" It yelled in defiance as it readied it tail to blast the tiny enemy.

Kirishima activated Hardening, ready to shield the tiny men he already admired, but his face of determination gave way to confusion as a loud rumble sounded from behind him.

Turning his head, he barely caught a glimpse of two similar soldiers launching past him on top of a missile. They jumped off the missile as it fizzled out and slammed into the robot's tail, disabling its main armament. The men, on the other hand, landed on top of the robot's head.

Another loud *zip* filled the air as one unzipped an open hole in the two-pointer's scalp and the other threw something green into it and quickly closed the hole. They and the other three quickly dismounted the bot, running behind a large piece of rubble.

"DO YOU REALLY THI-" *BOOM*

The robot's boast was cut off as an explosion erupted inside its skull. Light, fire and smoke shot from its eye and mouth like a freakish firework.

With smoke still billowing from it, the robot collapsed to the ground, dead.

Kirishima could not believe that such tiny beings could do so much damage.

He had seen these guys before, but had no idea they would be here at the entrance exam! When he first saw the tiny soldiers at the beach, they powerlifted chunks of metal and tore machines apart with gun fire.

He knew who owned/controlled/whatever these things: a green-haired boy with a really weird hat, but he had never gotten to speak with the guy. He only got to see the man once; when he and Mina had gone to the newly reopened beach.

He wanted to talk to the guy, but he still had so much to still clean up. Hell! There was a full dump-truck left on the beach.

How does that happen?

How does that actually happen? Who left it there? Did some company say: 'let's clean this mess up,' then the truck broke down and they said 'fuck it'?

Anyway, Kirishima decided not to bother him. The only time he took a break was to eat a sandwich his girlfriend brought him. At least, he thought she was his girlfriend. They kissed when she brought him a lunchbox, but he had flirted with a couple other girls.

Kirishima heard him speak some European sounding language, maybe European guys really were just like that.

Not that there's anything wrong with flirting.

It's just… he didn't want him flirting with Mina.

Not that Mina can't flirt with whoever she wants.

It's just, he didn't want to see her get hurt by some sweet talker. He seemed really nice, but he probably wouldn't have made Mina his girlfriend.

Besides if he had asked Mina out then Kiri cou-

"Where did that come from!?" Kirishima wondered.

*BOOM* A loud explosion shook him from his thoughts.

A three-pointer had found him, and fired a rocket that just barely missed his head. The thing readjusted its aim and prepared to fire once again.

But not at Kirishima.

Bad Company's blue-capped elites braced themselves and fired their bazookas, taking out one of the villain's launchers. But the other one still fired; a barrage ready to massacre the troops.

Time slowed down.

The troops dropped their weapons.

They looked at one another.

They saluted, one last time.

Light encompassed all.

…

*BOOM*

"Oh shit, Oh SHIT!" A short, cartoony examinee shouted as he threw another ball into the wheel of a one-pointer. The robot immediately crashed to the ground like a child with their shoelaces tied. Its own momentum crushed its head, decommissioning it.

He planted his hands on his knees, panting in exhaustion. "Okay, that's… twenty-five points. Dammit, I'll never get in at this rate. I should have just talked to him on the beach… Who am I kidding? Why would a guy like that give me the time of day, much less teach me to be cool like him?"

The roar of an engine cut off Mineta's lamentation. Plucking another ball off of his head, he turned and took aim at what he was certain was another one-pointer, but relaxed when he saw the figure was too small. It was just that blue-haired guy who interrupted the debriefing.

He still had ash in his hair.

The blue-haired boy came to a stop next to Mineta, none-the-worse-for-wear despite the grueling test, save for some moderate bruising on his shins. He wasn't even out of breath, the envious Mineta noted as the boy began prodding at his own calves.

'Wait a second, are those…?!'

"Holy crap, are you Iida Tenya?!" Mineta was slack-jawed, how did he not notice this earlier? The guy looked like Ingenium in glasses!

Granted, Ingenium didn't act like he had a rule book puppeteering him from inside his ass.

You try to make one pass at a girl…

The stern boy straightened up so fast he rocked on his feet.

"How do you know that?! How could you possibly know my name!" The stern boy demanded the grapette. His arms flailing in some odd parody of 'the robot.'

"Woah woah woah, I just noticed the exhaust pipes on the backs of your legs. Also," Mineta cocked an eyebrow, not noticing a soft boom originating from a few blocks away, "Your family is really, really famous, dude. Everyone who knows the current ones have two kids could tell you look like your brother, the pro hero."

Iida had the decency to blush, "…Ah," was his elegant response, wit tempered by years of private school and a family who regularly appear before the public eye.

"Look man, abou- "*CRASH!* "AAAAHHH!~"

Tenya pitched backwards as about sixty pounds of shrieking dwarf launched itself at his head.

He could never let Tensei know about this. He would never let it down if his family learned he failed to dodge a tackle from a 106cm teen.

And subsequently wore him as a mask when the boy latched on to him like a strange koala.

"How does a robot just drop from the sky like that?!"

Three blocks away, a large garrison of Bad Company cheered, high-fived and chest-bumped like a gathering of frat boys. Their invisible charge sat clutching her heart, having ben startled awake. A scorch mark slightly wider than a truck marked where a trio of three-pointers had been launched away.

"Cool, they found the landmines," Izuku grinned as he held a downed villain-bot by the arm and stomped on its head, crushing it like a can. Its partner had been crushed when one of the three-pointers landed on it.

"OhmyKami, he planted landmines!" Midnight yelled in horror as one of the launched villain-bots crashed through a window. "There are other examinees walking around there."

"The entire lower body of the robot is ruined, like someone blew up the ground beneath it. Was this the work of that green-haired student from before?" Iida mused as he examined the wreckage that had fallen from the sky. He had seen the spectacle of fire and explosives that the boy had set upon the first group of villain-bots. The explosions and gunfire began to fade into the background of Iida's mind, his racing thoughts drowning out all outside sound.

He had heard the boy, who later introduced himself as Izuku, speak fluent Italian when he first arrived and peppered it into his regular speech. He also made reference to Fratelli, his brothers.

Could the rumors be true? Did Italy really-?

"Yeah~," Mineta interrupted Iida's internal Sherlocking. "I've been keeping my eyes on him for nearly a year now. His name's Midoriya Izuku. He's the guy who cleaned up Dagobah Beach, all by himself too. If you think he's great at fighting, and this guy could give Gurren Lagann a run for its money, you should see his pick-up game," Mineta bragged. He stood tall, as though simply knowing of such a glorious man elevated his status as a male.

His proud posture was not befitting his position on Iida's shoulders, riding like a small child upon the much taller examinee.

"Will you please get off of me?!" Tenya grabbed Mineta under his arms and began to pull the shorter examinee off. Only to grunt in pain as the teen's legs curled around his neck for a grip.

"Hold on man, I have a deal to propose," Mineta held up two fingers, he ticked off one: "I can keep using my quirk to stick these robots, but I can't run anymore on these short legs," He ticked off the other, "You can obviously keep running the rest of the exam, but your legs are starting to take serious damage. So, I propose a team up; your mobility and my sticky balls."

Tenya directed a scrunched face as best as he could toward Mineta.

"I mean my quirk," Mineta plucked a ball off his head in demonstration.

"Even so, is a team up even permissible by the rules of the exam?" Iida inner (and outer and intermediate) stickler spoke up.

"Look ma- Iida-san, what's more heroic than a team-up? And besides, would it really make a good first step in your hero career if you broke your tibias on a robot?" Mineta asked pointedly.

"That is… a very good argument."

A boy with a bird's head and his living shadow companion watched gaping as twenty or so soldiers and a handful of tiny tanks eviscerated robots with gunfire.

Contrary to what it seems, this was not the set up for some highly elaborate joke.

When the test had first began, Tokoyami had been forced to flee blindly when an Italian-hot-topic-looking examinee had fired what he could only call flashbangs. Dark-shadow had been completely disabled and hid inside of his shirt, shrunken down to the size of Tokoyami's palm.

After breaking away from the main group, Dark Shadow had returned to his usual size and could once again handle combat.

Or it was, for a few minutes, before they came across a bombardment that lit up the air like a mad pyrotechnics display.

A gigantic flash and rumble drowned out all else as Tokoyami stared slack-jawed at a miniature mushroom-cloud.

Like, an actual mushroom cloud.

Izuku panted in pure exhilaration as he fired in 360°, hitting every robot in the pack he had jumped into.

His stomach ached, and his midsection protested the strain of all the recoil going into his center, but hot Damn, did he feel alive right now.

Sweat coated his entire frame and his lungs began to feel a familiar burn, but he loved it.

Great Italian Cuisine.

Fine Wine.

Carnal knowledge of many beautiful women.

None of it. None of it, compared to the pure high of unleashing himself against the enemy like this!

…Okay, sex was better, but only barely.

'The girls can never know I even thought that. Or maybe they need to hear me say that…'

He wiped the trickle of blood from his cheek. "I'll muse on it later. For now, I need to find more villain bots," Izuku glowed a vibrant green and his smile grew into a smirk. "and for that, I'll need to pull some supplies from the troops.

All over the field, swarms of army men and tiny vehicles stopped their searching as a green light engulfed them all. All around, the men packed up whatever gear they had set up and moved out.

On various rooftops large numbers of troops disassembled their mortars and began repelling down walls to ground level.

A gathering of twenty disembarked from a very narrow road: a chokepoint they had set up. They high-fived and swigged tiny flasks as they left heaps of scraps behind them.

A tiny team of three crawled out from under a one-pointer's body. The one bringing up the rear popping one last bullet in its eye when it twitched and flashed.

The tiny military swarmed Izuku's position, dispersing into tiny flares of energy as they broke against an invisible perimeter around their progenitor. In a great, green horde, they flooded the area. A great whirlpool of luminous green crashed into an ever-brighter beacon.

All at once, the last of the troops converged and dissipated, and the bright glow surrounding Izuku gave out.

"SUDDEN MOVEMENTS!"

And Izuku exploded in a corona of light purple energy. The energy exploded in a chaotic torrent and a large bolt shot straight up into the air. It quickly darkened to opaqueness and expanded around the middle, the bolt's 'skin' stretching and tearing as wings pushed through it.

With a dramatic flare of purple-pinkish light, Sudden Movements had made its UA debut.

In a much duller flash, a tiny contraption manifested in front of Izuku's face, a small screen held directly up to his eye. With an exaggerated wink, he synced the screen with the eyes of the satellite.

'Okay, I've recalled every Bad Company instance not helping someone to resupply, so Sudden Movements should be able to see the whole area.

A few dozen meters above the field, all three of the satellite's eyes dilated and vague image of the field formed on the tiny screen. Each time the eyes shifted to a new location, the image became clearer and clearer.

And dots began to appear all over it.

"Let's see," A dot flared yellow. "Examinee with an electric quirk." Another flashed green. "Plant Quirk" One in particular blinked very brightly.

"Wait, a stand user? Awesome! Wait, something's up…"

Before Izuku could contemplate further, a particular blip caught his eye.

"Huh, this one's putting off a hell of a lot of energy, but they keep pausing. Is something wrong?"

As one, all three eyes turned to the dot's location and focused.

"Okay, that's… I don't know anymore. *Hrck* I'm going to be sick." Uraraka groaned as she fell to her knees. She was surrounded by numerous destroyed robots, each one crushed by its own weight when it hit the ground.

Her entourage of tiny soldiers had shot down any projectiles that had come her way, but left the destruction of villain-bots solely to her.

They gathered around her once more to try resuscitating her, but she had simply run out of steam and couldn't continue.

The sickly rumbling of her stomach was only rivaled by the rumbling of the ground.

'Wait… why is the ground shaking?'

"Oh, would you look at that? It's time for the zero-pointer already. Time sure flies, doesn't it?" Nezu grinned as he sipped his tea.

"How many is that now?" Mineta asked as he trapped a three pointer, and Iida kicked off its weaponry.

Iida held his chin in thought. "Each of us now has twenty-five more points than he started. That puts the both of us at- *RUMBLE*

"What the-"

A nearby building exploded as a giant green hand broke through it. A gigantic behemoth of metal shattered the ground as it emerged from seemingly nowhere. Its giant treads crushing building and bot alike underfoot.

"That's the Zero-Pointer?!"

"Indeed, we need to run!" Iida confirmed as he carried Mineta away from the carnage.

All around them, students screamed in fear and bolted as fast as they could from the Arena Trap. It was a mad scramble to get away, some examinees even pushing others away or to the ground in their haste.

(They would automatically fail, but said students never really had a chance with their mindset.)

"This is completely insane! Everyone is trampling each other to flee. Various students are sending debris and projectiles into the air by using their quirks to escape and they are coming dangerously close to hitting someone. ALSO, WHY IS THAT GIRL TOPLESS?!" Iida exclaimed, mortified.

"WHAT!?" Mineta screamed as hhis head shot up, drool coming from his mouth and eyes turning into oppai as he caught sight of a long-haired girl who wore only the shredded remains of her track-top.

Unfortunately, due to his hyper-focus on the unexpected cheesecake, Mineta failed to notice the rock a student on tank-treads inadvertently launched heading for his face.

With a sickening crunch, the rock slammed into Mineta's nose and he flew off of Iida's shoulders back towards the approaching artificial titan.

"Mineta-san!" Iida tried to stop and grab his new acquaintance, but he was swept away in the flood of fleeing students and his own momentum.

'This is terrible. He's possibly concussed from that hit and won't be able to run. That also does not even account for the possibility he will be trampled underfoot!' Iida thought with gritted teeth as he was forced along.

"I- I can't just leave him," with a new resolve, Iida forced his way to the side of the crowd until he broke free from the group.

'My engines have collected too much heat. I will have to use my quirk as sparingly as possible to get back to Mineta-san and still be able to run from the zero-pointer," Iida began racing towards the robot, intent on saving Mineta.

'He may not weigh much, but the extra strain of carrying Mineta means I'll have to be extremely mindful that my engines do not stall. If such happens, we may both be doomed.'

"OW~… My Nose…" Mineta groaned pitifully. His voice was drowned out by the massive steps of the zero-pointer and general chaos of the field.

"Help Me… Someone Please…"

"…What? Who is that…?" Mineta slowly forced himself to his feet. By now, the stampede of students had finally passed him by. He hissed as he shifted weight onto his left foot. Whether he had landed badly on it, or someone had stepped on it, Mineta's foot had been broken. His shoe was gone, and he could see the bruised and misshapen mess that his leg now ended in.

"Oh please no, not this, not now of all times."Mineta begged, nearly crying as he realized his predicament.

"If someone can hear me, Help!" the voice screamed, louder this time.

"Is that… Is that a girl?" He looked around, still dazed, trying to find the source. His eyes widened when he saw the source.

A curvy examinee, with a brown bob-cut and blush-stickers, was trapped under a large piece of rubble on her legs.

Whether out of some deeply hidden bravery, or a more open desire to talk to a girl before he was pasted by a robot, Mineta forced himself to crawl over on his hands and knees.

The pain was agonizing, and he wanted to vomit, but he persevered and made it to the girl's side. As he closed in, he saw that she was accompanied by an even tinier version of the many soldiers he had seen that Italian Casanova employ. It's left arm hung right arm hung limply at its side.

This might be the closest he ever got to talking to the man he idolized so much…

"Hey now… we're-we're gonna get out of here, okay?" He tried to comfort the girl, but he couldn't even begin to believe it himself.

The girl just silently looked at him, she was obviously trying not to be ill, and it stopped her from opening her mouth. If she could, she would certainly tell him to save himself, but then she caught sight of his limp and bruised leg and realized he was just as trapped as she was.

The tiny soldier talked animatedly into a tiny walky-talky. No sound came, but it was clear he was begging for any back-up to come and save them. Mineta didn't know it, but the soldier's own entourage had already perished when the rubble landed on them.

Mineta looked up at the massive villain-bot. It had slowed down, but now the crude facsimile of a head was focused on them.

Slowly, it began to raise its arm. The intention perfectly clear.

So, there were three ways this was going to go.

1. The handsome Mineta gains the strength to lift the rubble and run away with the girl.

2. Iida will make it in time to save the both of them.

3. This is how they both die. Reality is cruel.

"I don't see Iida anywhere, and he won't make it in time, even with his quirk.

X2. Iida will make it in time to save the both of themX

Mineta stuck his hands under the rock and began to try to lift it, but it refused to budge.

'I wouldn't be able to lift this thing in perfect health, let alone with a busted keg,' Mineta internally weeped.

X1. The handsome Mineta gains the strength to lift the rubble and run away with the girl.X

The robot's hand was directly over them.

True despair.

Mineta was left with one answer.

is how they both die.

The robot's hand was began to come down.

Reality is cruel.

…

A deafening scream filled the air.

…

The Zero-pointer's hand slammed into the ground.

…

…

…

"h-huh?"

Mineta slowly opened his eyes.

Before him lay the severed hand of zero-pointer. The stump rough from the attack that had sheared it off.

"I came when I felt my men's final moments." The newcomer lifted the ribble and allowed Uraraka to crawl out. "I can't apologize enough to you two for not getting here sooner, so I'll just have to save you now andbeg for forgiveness later.

"But right now," Izuku smiled a mirthless smile. "I need to avenge my men and stop this glorified wrecking ball."

With thudding footsteps, Iida finally caught up and, not wasting a moment, grabbed Mineta and Uraraka over his shoulders.

"Sir, we need to flee. I overheated my engines trying to beat the zero-pointer's attack. I know it is very selfish to ask, but can you please cover our escape?" Iida pleaded on behalf of his new charges.

(Cue Vento d'oro piano)

"Like you even need to ask. Is it not the duty of every hero to save everyone that he can? Go, your quirk might not work, but your legs can still run can't they. I plan-"A whirring filled the air as something began to head back towards the zero-pointer and Iida dashed as best he could while carrying the injured students. . "-to turn this thing into a pile of scrap!"

Aerosmith sheared into the robot's massive tank-tread, burrowing itself deep into the robot.

"I know this is more Narancia's thing, but what the hell!? Volavolavolavolavolavolavolavolavola-" Izuku chanted excitedly as Aerosmith began carving its way up the robot's body, the odd tracer round and explosion showing that it was firing everything it had on the robot's insides.

With a triumphant explosion, the tiny plane burst out of the top of the robot's head in a shower of scrap and fire.

The villain bot maintained itself for a fraction of a second before the entire top half exploded in Izuku's victory fireworks. The bombs and tracer rounds had ignited various fluids and components.

Izuku struck the same pose of triumph he had seen Narancia strike when he killed Squalo.

"Volare Via!"

With a gleeful titter, Izuku dropped his arms and placed his hands in his pockets.

"Haha, damn that was weak. No wonder this thing was worth zero points," Izuku spun on his heel and began to walk back to the shocked masses.

"It wasn't even worth the scrap it was cobbled out of."

'Yes! A perfect one-liner!'

To Be Continued

AN: I don't really have an excuse for the lateness, so I'll just post this and beg for forgiveness later.

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