Chapter 6: (1436 word)

(A/n: aura farming ah)

Just as Kurogiri stepped forward, his shadowy form swirling as he began to introduce himself to the terrified students, the massive glass dome far above them suddenly shattered.

CRASH!

Raindrops of sharp, heavy glass plunged straight toward the crowd. The students of Class 1-A instinctively shrieked, ducking down and covering their heads to shield themselves from the incoming debris. But the jagged fragments never reached them.

Before the glass could touch a single student, a sudden, frigid shockwave rippled through the air. The falling shards instantly disintegrated, turning into fine, sparkling frost that drifted harmlessly to the floor.

Kurogiri snapped his focus upward, his glowing yellow eyes narrowing in instant alert as a single figure dropped from the apex of the ceiling.

The impact kicked up a thick curtain of dust and frozen mist around the landing zone, completely obscuring the intruder's silhouette.

Is it All Might? Kurogiri thought, his spatial mist flaring defensively.

A wave of visible relief washed over most of Class 1-A. Backup had already arrived! But Thirteen remained tensely in a defensive stance. Kaminari had only tried tapping into the emergency frequency a minute ago and found it completely jammed—there was no physical way a pro hero could have responded to a signal that never even left the building.

Was this newcomer an ally... or an even worse threat?

As the heavy dust gradually settled, a slender figure emerged from the fog. She stood with absolute composure, one hand resting calmly on the hilt of her sheathed katana.

The mist cleared further, revealing her razor-sharp posture, her crisp Special Operations uniform, and finally—the long, dark fox ears resting atop her head.

A murmur broke out among the students. While several classmates looked utterly confused by her appearance, Midoriya's eyes instantly lit up with wild, fanboy enthusiasm.

"N-No way..." Midoriya gasped, his hands trembling as he stared in awe. "The Special Operations Division Chief... Hoshimi Miyabi!"

Thirteen let out a long exhale, the tension draining from her shoulders. It wasn't an unpredictable monster—it was the country's most formidable law enforcement asset.

Kurogiri immediately surged backward, expanding his dark shadow to create distance between himself and the newly arrived threat. "You..."

"Silence, criminal," Miyabi cut him off. Her voice was flat, carrying a absolute, bone-chilling weight. "You do not have the right to speak."

Without drawing the blade, she subtly shifted the tip of her sheathed katana, pointing it straight at the center of Kurogiri's core. The air around the weapon visibly cracked with sub-zero pressure.

Far below in the central plaza, surrounded by dozens of low-tier thugs, Aizawa paused mid-strike. He caught sight of the dark-haired figure standing tall above the steps and let out a tired, dry grunt.

"Looks like All Might actually sent someone useful for once," Aizawa muttered, snapping a villain's arm with his capture cloth before leaping back into the fray.

Meanwhile, near the central fountain, Tomura Shigaraki stared at Miyabi with mounting fury. His pale fingers dug violently into his own neck, scratching at his skin until it turned raw.

"This isn't supposed to happen..." Shigaraki hissed, his breathing growing ragged with rage. "Why does this NPC keep showing up?! Where is All Might?!"

"Thirteen, correct?" Miyabi said, her voice remaining completely flat as she kept her gaze fixed on the villains ahead. "Evacuate the students immediately. Consider this situation handled."

Before Thirteen could even respond, Miyabi vanished in a blur of speed, sweeping straight toward Kurogiri as he tried to warp away.

"W-Wow! It really is Chief Miyabi!" Midoriya’s eyes practically sparkled with excitement as he watched her move.

Thirteen gave a firm nod toward Miyabi's back before turning to the class. "You heard her! Follow me to the exit, quickly!"

In the fraction of a second it took the class to turn, Miyabi appeared directly in front of Kurogiri. She executed a lightning-fast horizontal slash, but her steel passed cleanly through the dark, gaseous cloud of his body.

Miyabi paused, glancing briefly at the hilt of her sword before looking back at the shadow villain.

A troublesome ability, she thought.

Without missing a beat, she began channeling her Ether energy into the blade. A crisp, sub-zero frost instantly coated the steel, sending a bitter chill radiating through the air.

"Tch!" Kurogiri hissed, recognizing the immediate threat. He desperately attempted to leap backward to gain enough distance to open another portal and escape the monster in front of him.

Miyabi pursued him without giving him a single second to breathe, her movement so relentless that he couldn't even trigger his Quirk. But just as she closed the distance to cut through his core, a massive, muscular arm smashed down directly into her path.

BOOM!

The ground cracked beneath the sheer kinetic force. Miyabi took a smooth, deliberate step backward, allowing the heavy fist to strike the concrete right in front of her boots without touching a single hair on her head.

Standing between her and Kurogiri was Nomu the bio-engineered monstrosity crafted specifically to destroy the Symbol of Peace.

Miyabi stared at the creature's exposed brain and sunken eyes, making a quick internal observation. Honestly, it looks even uglier in person than it did in the anime...

She clicked her tongue in mild irritation as the momentary distraction allowed Kurogiri to slip into his dark mist and materialize safely beside Shigaraki down near the fountain.

"Shigaraki Tomura-san," Kurogiri said, his shadowy form bowing slightly in apology. "I deeply apologize. I failed to scatter the students."

"Kurogiri... you..." Shigaraki scratched frantically at his own neck, his breathing heavy with mounting fury. "If you weren't our only warp gate, I'd crush you into pieces!"

He muttered under his breath, repeating the words "Game over... game over..." like a frantic rhythm as he stared daggers at Miyabi standing at the top of the stairs.

Miyabi felt Tomura’s intense stare burning into her, but she chose to ignore the young man’s tantrum for now. The immediate threat was right in front of her.

The Nomu simply stood there, its massive frame towering over her as it stared back with hollow, dead-fish eyes.

Hmm... let's test it first, Miyabi thought.

She surged forward in a sudden blur of speed, closing the distance without imbuing any Ether into her katana. She executed a crisp, lightning-fast strike aimed directly at the creature's flank.

The Nomu reacted instinctively, raising its massive, muscular arm to block the blow.

CLANG!

Sparks erupted into the air as folded steel collided with dense, bio-engineered flesh. Without pausing, Miyabi used the momentum of the clash to pivot her body, delivering a devastating, high-speed kick straight to the side of the monster's head.

BOOM!

The force of the kick sent the Nomu crashing through a nearby concrete pillar, burying it beneath a heap of rubble.

Down by the central fountain, Shigaraki broke into a harsh, raspy laugh. "It's useless! That artificial human was specifically created to kill All Might! Someone like you doesn't stand a chance—"

Miyabi reached up and casually scratched her left fox ear, entirely unfazed by his speech. He talks way too much.

From her past life’s memories, she knew the creature possessed Shock Absorption—meaning raw kinetic impacts were practically useless against it. Yet, as the Nomu slowly pulled itself out of the broken concrete, Miyabi’s crimson eyes caught a crucial detail.

The arm it had used to block her katana had a deep, clean laceration. The physical edge of her blade had cut through its flesh before the kinetic shock was absorbed. Even now, the wound was only slowly knitting itself back together through its hyper-regeneration.

Miyabi turned her head slightly toward the lower plaza.

"Eraser Head," she called out, her voice easily cutting through the chaos.

Aizawa, who was currently wrapping up a trio of low-tier thugs with his capture scarf, paused and looked up at her, bloodshot eyes narrowing.

"As the sole designated pro hero present," Miyabi continued, asking an oddly formal question, "will this operational zone be placed under my authority for the time being?"

Aizawa struck down another villain, thoroughly bewildered by her sudden bureaucratic request in the middle of a battle. "What?"

"Yes or no?" Miyabi pressed. She needed proper law enforcement consent before utilizing full tactical force.

Aizawa let out a long, heavy sigh, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Fine! Yes!"

"Good," Miyabi replied, her cold lips curving into the faint ghost of a smile.

She gripped the hilt of her katana as sub-zero frost began to rapidly coat the sheath, the air around her dropping below freezing in a split second.

"Now... play time is over."