That day kuroha learned that even in the midst of the heaviest despair, some humans would never forget a selfie

A haze covered the city. The sound of the sirene, the laugh of the villains, the cry of the innocents, the smell of the blood, the lack of air and the hot temperature caused by the fire. Right now, this city could only be called hell.

(AN: For a better image, those who know Stay night and Zero should imagine the scene where Shiro was saved by Kiritsugu but a little less apocalypse.)

Kuroha silently walked in his armor, as if he was a devil from that hell. Right now, his mind felt like it was clouded. His thoughts were heavy. How many did he kill? How many scenes of atrocities did he witness? He didn’t know? He stopped counting after fifty.

Frankly, Kuroha hated the feeling swirling in his heart right now. After all, while not really emotionless, he rarely went through mood swings. He simply couldn’t understand. Were humans really such a disgusting race?

In this hell, rather than trying to help and protect each other, they would rather step and ignore each other. He saw many children who were left alone because their parents either gave up on them or suffered some accidents but no one tried to help. He was forced to use a stolen phone in order to call the urgency and direct them to the positions of those children.

Were humans...worthy of protection?

(“SNAP OUT OF IT!! YOU CAN PHILOSOPHE ALL YOU WANT ONCE THIS END”)

Kuroha stopped. It was madness. Since the incident, Madness refused to speak to him or interact as much as he did anymore. He didn’t know why, but it didn’t matter. Madness was right. Now wasn’t the time for such a silly thing.

He had killing to do.

----

Tomura scratched his neck continuously while analyzing the situation. After the first call, they received many other ones calling for reinforcement.

This pissed him off so much. Such a perfect plan was totally destroyed by an unknown variable. How could he accept it? How could this be possible?

HE HATED THIS! HATED THIS SO MUCH!

The more his feelings went out of control the more he scratched his skin. It even reached the level where his skin began to bruise.

Finally, a hand reached him to stop him.

"Please master. Stop!!"

The one who touched him was Toshiko. He managed to calm himself enough to listen to her.

"Master listen to me. This isn't a failure. We may have faced an unexpected step back but it's nothing in the grand scheme of things. Our goal had already been reached, everything past that was nothing more than a bonus."

This managed to calm him completely.

Yeah! They didn't lose. This bastard may have destroyed his goons but in the end those were nothing more than Cannon fodder. They did their jobs and it didn't matter when they would be thrown away.

But, but… That bastard who threatened him!!!

"Master listen to me. Since the enemy is unknown and incredibly ruthless. We should retreat. There's no shame in retreating when facing an unknown enemy… Kurogiri-san, please open the portal."

Kurogiri simply nodded and opened the portal. It was in those situations he was glad of Sumeragi Toshiko’s presence. She might be eccentric but she was the only one Tomura listened to apart from the master.

As he looked at Sumeragi pulling Tomura toward the portal, he couldn’t help but think that rather than a master and his servant, they looked more like a mother calming her child who was throwing a tantrum.

---

The heroes looked incredulously at the scenes in front of them on the TV.

It was Chaos, no, it was hell.

There, a TV host could be seen giving a summary of the situation. It was a rather beautiful woman. She had long pale lilac hair worn parted to her left, full lips, and a pale blue skin. Her sclera was completely black, whereas her eyes irises were green. On the Tv, her name could be seen: KIZUKI CHITOSE. Her calm and sensual voice resonated in the room

“Today, in Saitama, a very tragic event happened. A group of criminals, more commonly called villains went crazy and attacked the city for unknown reasons, leading to a very large number of casualties and destroyed infrastructure. From the information we received, the situation was resolved because of the intervention of an unknown Individual who used rather bloody means.”

On the corner, a blurry video showed the shadow of someone saving people by putting them on his back and walking away from the debris and the ruble.

“For clear reasons, we are unable to show how he dealt with the villains, but this video shows that this man? Isn’t just a bloodthirsty individual. For most people, this video shows us a clear resemblance to All Might from all those years ago. Then we can’t help but ask ourselves. Is he an angel? Or a devil? The answer to this question is in your heart. Finally, we can only finish this broadcast by asking ourselves this. Where were the heroes?”

After the end of the broadcast, the silence in the room was deafening. Each of them had ragged breath as the images they were shown passed again and again in their mind.

*Crack* *Boom*

The sound of the table being destroyed rosed them. But they immediately began to shiver. Right now, they could see a demon. The wrath on All Might's face was so evident that the room seemed to be frozen. If before he simply seemed angry, right now it was like he was ready for a massacre.

"We have been had."

Two cold voices resonated at the same time in the room. They came from Nighteye and Nezu. The two of them were one of the few who could still keep their head cold. Nighteye because it was his job to always be calm and analyze the situation, and Nezu because he only cared about those under him. The death of any other human wouldn’t bother him that much. He just hoped that none of his students were present in that scene.

All Might's cold voice resonated in the room.

“It doesn’t matter right now. We must go to help with the evacuation. Each second we delay here might mean another life lost.”

The heroes calmed themselves and began to make preparations. They’re already ready to go help. The threat might have been eliminated, but they could still help, no, they had to help.

---

In another city, in the conference room of a tall building, three-man could be seen watching the TV attentively, when Chitose posed her final question,

“Where were the heroes?”

They couldn’t help but let a derisive chuckle. One of them laughed a little before sipping a little bit of wine,

“Curious, is still as cheeky as always, to think she would ask such an evil question.”

This man had reasonably long, dark hair that he wore swept back, a single strand left hanging down over his face. He wore a plain business suit, consisting of a white dress shirt, a black tie, and a black blazer. His true name was Hanabata Koku

“Trumpet, you shouldn’t laugh. It’s her job to do such a thing. Thanks to that, the already sensitized situations become worse, putting the heroes in a more passive situation. Now, RE-Destro what do we do?”

The one who rebuked Trumpet was a man holding a PC. He was a tall lanky man with shiny dark hair that reached to his waist, worn down with a neat fringe hanging over his eyes. He wore a long-sleeved black turtleneck shirt and dark pants. His true name was Chikazoku Tomoyasu.

“Now now, Skeptic. How many times did I tell you to be less blunt with your words?”

The last man could be seen standing close to the window of the office as he watched everything that was happening below. He was a tall, odd-looking middle-aged man with a prominently long, pointed nose and intruding chin. He was wearing a suit that consists of a green dress shirt, a green tie and a black pinstripe blazer with matching dress pants. He was Yotsubashi Rikiya, also known as RE-Destro in his organization.

“Anyway, we do nothing. Our goal is in sight. The events of today allowed our plan to go forward by several months or even years. Right now, we just have to observe and adjust to the situation, lest we fail. We are the Meta Liberation Army. We will not fail.”

“YES!”

---

That day was marked in the annals of history. That day, was the day two voices raised in Japan.

One for the changes in the law of quirks use, and one for the arrestation for the criminal known as the Devil.

His crimes were as follows.

Illegal use of quirk in public places.

Unsanctioned murder of exactly 84 peoples.

Undue act of Tortures on other humans being.

Destruction of divers facilities

Since his actions seemed to be done in order to protect the populations, he will receive a less severe sanction should he surrender himself.

The criminal, Code name: Devil is now classified as a class S criminal.

These decisions from the government created an uproar of an incredibly large proportion.