The frost of Dabi's current opponent was making my breath appear like smoke in the day's air. Dabi was one of the League's strongest, so I felt there was no need to assist him with his battle―besides, we had bigger issues that took place in the central tower: saving Giran.

I ran, dodging warrior after warrior―occasionally clearing the way for Spinner to run through, but ultimately trusting in his ability to fend for himself―while I thought of the possible outcomes for this battle. It could truly go either way, depending on whether the League's members could hold off the army we were facing, long enough for Gigantomachia to arrive.

Even when Gigantomachia arrives, he could simply dodge the Liberation Army's soldiers and attack me―only making the situation that much more complicated. I'm merely hoping that once he arrives, he attacks the Liberation Army before myself.

My momentum slowed as I felt my eyes wandering my surroundings, and noticed the sheer amount of warriors closing in on Spinner and I.

"And there are more of 'em..." I mumbled at a volume barely above a whisper.

"Where are they all coming from?!" Spinner shouted as I deactivated Ghost and prepared for a battle.

It was clear now that a battle was unavoidable with the great force known as the Liberation Army, so why not deal with this setback sooner rather than later.

I grinned slightly as I activated my whips, when all of a sudden, I felt two arms wrap around my torso―bringing my body down with another figure latched onto me.

"Gah!" Screamed the familiar voice of the person who had shoved me to the ground―saving my tail, as an attack from behind my body struck.

I looked to the source of the voice and was surprised to see Twice. There was one Twice, two Twices, three Twices, four. Five Twices, six Twices, seven Twices, galore.

"Twice? So many Twices!" Spinner yelled out from underneath a pile of Twices.

More Bubaigawaras than countable shrouded the battlefield―fighting enemies and melting as they traversed the way.

"Woah! You made more of yourself! Good job, Twice!" I beamed from under one of his clones―proud of my friend for overcoming his mental block.

Many replies sounded as he continued multiplying. I stood to my feet, and asked the man in front of me to create a pathway towards the tower in which Giran had been held captive. He replied without hesitance, and began working on clearing the warriors from my line of view instantly―eager to save his friend as soon as he possibly could; meanwhile, I began to think.

"Although what they had said about Giran's location could, in fact, be nonsense... Based on the fact that there are more soldiers as we near the tower, I think it's a safe bet to venture to the place the warriors seem to be guarding: the tower..." I mumbled to myself, sorting my thoughts aloud. "Ok, I want you all to forget about stalling the Army in front of us for now... As of late, eliminating the top tier boss, Re-Destro, takes priority."

"You got it, boss!" Twice exclaimed, clearing the way as per my request.

Boss...

I could get used to that...

"Cause me, myself, and I are going to wreck this Liberation Army all on our own!" A Twice added. "Hang in there, Giran―I'm coming for 'ya!!"

"Wow... I guess Twice can handle this on his own, huh..?" Spinner gulped, obviously feeling belittled by our friend's ability―compared to his own.

"Hey, your quirk's incredible too! Don't forget that, Spinner!" I beamed, placing my hand onto his shoulder in an attempt to brighten his spirits. "Now, let's do this... That Liberation Army won't know what hit 'em..."

"You! Boy! You must be the new ring leader of the League Of Villains! It's regrettable that the League was run by such a childish leader for as long as it had been, but having its replacement be an actual child?! Pitiful!" A voice spoke from a van a little ways ahead of me.

I felt my blood boiling and my teeth clenching as those words rendered in my mind. Insulting me was one thing, but going after my late-brother was another thing entirely.

"The politician... I had forgotten about him..." Spinner spoke, finishing his statement in a whisper.

"People are not inherently weak!! We all have the power within us! And what we hope to demonstrate with our rival party... Is that good people and their meta abilities can triumph over evil!! Through their innate power, life will prevail!!" The politician spoke to his allies. "Now, my fine people, liberate them!! Combine your powers and open a path to the coming era!! Show the world that, yes, everyone is a hero! And at the same time... No one is!!"

I reactivated my whips and prepared to attack the man who had insulted my deceased brother, to my face―as the Twices conversed―until I felt a tug on my shoulder. Glancing to my right, Spinner was looking at me.

"You go on ahead..." He began. "I'll take care of this clown."

Despite how much I wanted to stick it to this asshole for what he had said about my brother, I could see a glimmer in Spinner's eyes. One that I knew quite well―the glimmer of needing to prove oneself. He was obviously feeling down―considering most of the League's members had more flashy quirks than he had―and wanted to prove, not just to us, but to himself, that he could do this.

I nodded and looked to a group of Twices that stood lingering close by. Instructing them to continue multiplying, the Twices began clearing the pathway again; meanwhile, I wondered whether or not Spinner would be able to handle the politician and his fleet on his own―with a group of Twices by his side, of course.

Well then...

To the tower, I go.

I watched as hundreds of Twices fought their way through the thousands of soldiers―as they continued to multiply two at a time. The pathway was clearing of those pests blocking our way, but now it was filled to the brim with, once again, hundreds―turning into thousands―of Twices.

Slowly as the Liberation Army soldiers began thinning out―and those that arrived late were dealt with rapidly―I began signalling the Twices to spread out, in order to allow my passage through them all. I ran through the route made especially for my use and, began to see the tower coming into view―alongside a surprise.

On the floor, in my way, laid countless Twices lying in a pyramid fashion. I slowed my pacing as I stared in shock at whatever antics they had been trying to pull until I realized what they had been doing.

They were making a staircase.

I prefer making grand entrances―it's my style―and Bubaigawara had thought as much. Sure, I could have simply gone in, breaking in through the door and taking the elevator, but where's the class in that? This staircase, made of cloned Twices, would lead directly to the window. It was perfectly constructed.

Looking at the facial expression of my friend, I began to make my way to the top of the tower―but not before making a special request of one of the Twices, standing back as a guard.

I could have flown to the top of the tower, sure, but again, where's the fun in that? As well as that, I already had a headache, so this would conserve my power for later use, as I knew I would need. This was definitely a power-move on my part, and I liked it. Having power, that is. Especially if it were my friend's original idea.

I neared the top of the tower in a matter of moments and noticed a gap between both the tower and the Twices' staircase to the sky―likely as to not draw unnecessary attention to the window, which would alert our latest big-bad of our arrival.

Jumping over the great divide, I came crashing through the window and struck the man I assumed to be Re-Destro as he fought with a group of clones―uttering some humanitarian phrases as he battled with my comrades.

"You're still alive?!" He asked, likely thinking one of my clones was truly me. "Hm... This is perfect! This is a great chance to see what you're made of."

I sneered at his words and began trying to assess the situation and what Re-Destro's quirk could potentially be, as he lunged at me. It wasn't clear, but I had seen his arm gigantify as I entered through the window of the building.

Perhaps he could change the sizing of his arm, like that one girl from Class 1-B...

No, that wouldn't make much sense, seeing as quirks are supposedly specifically built for the individual...

Although, with all of the quirks that can be passed onto others, and taken away...

"Well, kid, you sure have a keen eye... I'm impressed." Re-Destro spoke as we exchanged punches.

I internally struck myself on the forehead as I realized I had been mumbling those thoughts for all to have heard.

"Here's a story for you. Once upon a time, a woman gave birth to a baby with a meta ability." He began, as I continued using the stored power I had banked earlier, in confusion. "Society was still in chaos with plenty of prejudice against metas. Metas suffered constant abuse. Blatant discrimination."

"Huh... Welcome to the club..." I spoke dryly as our battle raged on, bitter due to the hardship this man had put my friend through.

"The woman watched as society attacked her child, day after day. With her small, solitary voice, she lambasted the world! 'This is just a quirk of my child! Let the world be a place where my child can live freely!' She cried, but her petition was lost in a sea of scorn and sneers!" The man in front of me yelled out as he attempted to jab me on the side of my face before I activated Ghost. "She never got to speak out again. Do you know why?!" He asked me rhetorically.

I remembered this story...

"Because the anti-meta mob killed her!" Re-Destro finished as his arm passed straight through my body and broke the glass on the other side of the room.

"It's funny how life works, huh?" I spoke up, using a percentage of my power as a pressurized air canon. "Back in the day, people with quirks were ostracised and abused. Now, the few quirkless kids being born are beaten and harassed until death!" I cried out in rage as I continued, catching the man in front of me off guard. "You think I didn't know that story?! I fucking hated it! Seeing proof that humanity was just as broken back then as it is now completely fucked me up!!" I exclaimed.

After that story was told in history, I got beaten up again, as per usual. The purple and yellow bruise marks that covered my body were sickening, but that story made me wonder...

Did people with quirks―back when it was less common―get beaten as I had been?

Were the kids as cruel to those with quirks as they were now to the quirkless?

It made me sick—thinking society had always been like this. That it wasn't just me. That it wasn't just that I had messed up somewhere, and brought all of this upon myself. That this was just how the world worked. That those different were treated like shit, and that there was nothing I could do at the time to fix our broken world.

"This world's fucking broken, and I'm going to fix it for those born as I had been. Those born without any powers, into a family of heroes. Those born quirkless! And you're not going to get in my way!" I cried out.

"Hm... So you already know the story of Destro's past, huh? I had just assumed you had no proper education, considering your age and villainous lifestyle..." The man spoke, lifting my body during his comment. "My mistake."

Although I had known of the story, I hadn't known that story had been Destro's past...

"Twice, I'm going to need you to cushion Giran's fall..." I stated, with a flat tone―confusing both Re-Destro and the Twice copy. "When I was making my way up to the Tower, I had asked one of your clones to clone something for me. Or rather someone... So get ready..."

I could see it in Twice's eyes as I strained to look at him―he knew what I had done.

"Because this Tower's totally coming down!"

Here we are...

The final stretch.

As I felt my body falling, accompanied by Re-Destro's, I activated Ghost―as to not sustain any damage, and to escape the clutches of the man grasping my body in his hands. The ashes and crumbled pieces of the building fell beautifully alongside me as I felt my permeable body falling through debris as it came until I reached the ground.

A loud crashing noise sounded from beside me as I watched Re-Destro's body collide with the ground in glee. Re-Destro stood up from the ground, completely unharmed from our battle and fall, and he had been much larger than he had been just a moment ago, which caused a frown to overtake my facial expression. It wasn't large, but it was evident.

I suppose this boss-battle won't be as quick and easy as I had imagined it to have been.

I deactivated Ghost and reactivated my Energy Whips as I began to walk towards the man―who seemed to almost match Gigantomachia's height. A smile grew on my face as a look of absolute rage overtook his.

From walking to running, I quickened my pace―feeling my epinephrine increasing with every step towards the 'hulk-like' beast of a man, currently hurdling like a rocket towards me. Then, as we neared each other, I felt the ground begin to rumble before my body was blasted backwards.

"You and your League killed a number of my warriors on your way here, right?" The man asked me, already knowing my answer. "That makes me angry!" He exclaimed violently as he, once again, hammer punched the ground―like Machia had done countless times before. "And I'm the type to let my rage built up. It's why my forehead's like this."

As I felt my body fly through the air, I activated Ghost and stopped my body before it struck the ground.

"Tell me, Agony... What goals do you hope to achieve? What burdens do you bear? Those questions were meant for Shigaraki Tomura, but he's no longer available to answer my queries on behalf of the League... So..?" Re-Destro spoke, as he lurched at me.

"Who gives a shit?! I don't have to explain myself to the likes of you!"

"In that case... You will never measure up to me!" The man spoke, as I deactivated Ghost to strike the man with one of my whips.

I slashed the man across the chest with one of my whips as he approached me, but to my surprise, it was harmless. My whips were almost as ineffective on Re-Destro as they were on Gigantomachia.

A wave of panic washed over my mind as I felt Re-Destro's hands clasp around my arms and throw my body backwards, into the ground before I had any time to react.

The cold air felt extra intense over my left side as I laid in pain, sprawled out across the ground. Beginning to stand from my spot on the broken concrete beneath me―ignoring the protests of my aching body―I placed my arms on the ground to push myself up, but rather than rising to my feet, I felt my face collide with the concrete.

"Ack! What the... Hell..." I spoke out, quieting down as I looked towards my left arm, or rather, where my left arm should have been.

"Those whips of electricity, or energy, or whatever you call it emerge from your hands, right?" The man questioned me from afar in a mocking tone as I stared at the object he held in his hands.

My forearm...

"That's MINE!" I cried out in rage. "Give it back!!"

I activated Ghost and felt my body floating to match Re-Destro's eye level in anger. Energy began coating my body in a thick layer of power as my rage grew by the second. I watched as the man's facial expression shifted from cocky and sure of himself, to a look of shock and enlightenment as his eyes landed on my figure.

I felt so alive. I felt powerful. I felt strong. My energy was completely replenished and I felt awake, but it was different than it normally had been. It wasn't like the feeling of my adrenaline waking me up from an exhilarating fight. It wasn't like the feeling of just waking up from a ten-hour sleep. It was different.

It was like energy had been pouring into me from a third account. As if I had been shotgunning a can of straight energy into my body.

I liked the feeling.

"I..." The man in front of me spoke, with a shell-shocked expression m, evident on his face. "...Have also honed my stress ability, so I understand. I was wrong to judge you as beneath me. The fact that you haven't vanished after taking so much damage tells me that you're no double!"

As I watched the man begin to grow even larger than he had been, I felt like I could take on the world. With energy pouring into me from all viable sources, I felt like I was invincible. Like I could do anything.

I had a team of strong, loyal companions.

I had an amazing quirk, headed my way if I could complete this final battle.

Hell, I even had the Goddamn sun pouring energy into my body!

This was my day.

This fight would end in my victory.

I'm sure of it.

"Time to end this party!" Re-Destro spoke, punching the air to blow me away, but I didn't move.

My body remained in its place as more energy flowed into my body like a faucet. It was exhilarating. The feeling of having power, flow into you. I grinned at the man in front of me as the dust settled, revealing that I was―much to Re-Destro's horror―perfectly fine.

"My, my..." The man spoke, answering his phone that began to ring as his eyes landed on mine. "Skeptic? What is it?"

"Re-Destro!! Be on guard! He's headed right for you!" A voice spoke—loud enough for me to hear—from the other end of the line. "They had a real monster lying in wait!"

I grinned at those words, thinking of only one though.

He's here.

"Re-Destro!! They didn't play all of their cards!!"

I began to hear a noise in the distance, followed by shaking in the ground beneath me. My grin grew into a sinister smirk as I felt more and more power overtake my body.

This is it.

This is the end for you, Re-Destro...

This is the end for you all...

I pulled the energy, being pooled in the depths of my body, and condensed it into one, giant whip. The whip was larger and heavier than anything I'd ever carried before in my life, and the look presented on my face only added to the terror on Re-Destro's.

"Claustro!" Re-Destro cried out, as I rose the whip in my arms

and noticed the man's form envelop in a large suit of metal.

Doesn't matter anymore...

This whole city's going down...

Nothing can save him now...

Not even a fancy suit...

With strain and agony, I lifted the whip and slashed it down onto the ground, creating an explosion of power to erupt from the spot I had struck.

My vision was clouded by white lights. My nose was invaded by the smells of burning and dust. My ears were overtaken by the sounds of destruction and chaos―as the screams of those unlucky enough to have been in the area of my attack, filled the air.