That brat, Izumi, doesn't deserve One For All.

She doesn't deserve her place in U.A's Hero Course.

She doesn't deserve her place on the Earth.

Izumi was the problem with the world. People like Izumi would always exist, so I'll make it my mission to cleanse the world of those that are like her. That was my drive. That was the reason I had been put on the Earth in the first place. My purpose was to free the world of people like Izumi and to fix society.

I stood, staring up at the hero in front of me, in exhilaration as I thought of all the different ways I could murder my sister.

Decapitation...

Starvation...

Live Cremation...

I had already called Machia and the others—informing them all of my awakening, and instructing them to proceed to my location—so now all that was left was to find and slaughter Izumi. Of course, I still needed to get past Endeavour.

Not a problem.

Ordinarily, in this situation, I would have activated Ghost and flown away—in hopes of evading any unnecessary conflict; however, this was the new number one hero, and he would have been a nuisance if left unattended to. Besides, I had just acquired my new quirk, and being a copy, it didn't have any powers stockpiled in its inventory, yet.

"Vanishing Fist!" The hero standing before me yelled out as he ran at me with his right arm engulfed in flames—bringing me out of my thoughts.

Dammit, Izuku...

You need to stop spacing out.

Activating Ghost, I used its facet of permeation to elude his attack as I watched his fist—shrouded in fire—pass through my left cheek.

Damn, that would have hurt...

Before Endeavour had the chance to pull away and attack me again, I placed my palm overtop his face.

It felt invigorating.

The feeling of power over-flooding my system. The feeling of vigour overtaking my body. The sense of taking the one thing I had always dreamt of obtaining—the one thing I had always aspired to have—was more satisfying than imaginable. It was so easy. It was so simple. All it took was obtaining this wonderful gift of nature to have the one thing that lacking made my life a living hell.

I could feel myself growing stronger as a look of confusion washed over the face of my opponent. All of the power. All of the strength. All of the energy from this one quirk. It was all mine.

Grabbing my now perfectly solid arm, Endeavour pried my hand from his face and right-hooked me in my left cheek—successfully launching me to the ground.

He truly was powerful.

Even now, without his quirk.

"Hell Minefield!" The man yelled out as he jumped down to hammer fist the ground and use his special move.

A grin suddenly emerged onto my face as a look of pure horror befell his. The look of realization that dawned onto his face truly was a work of art. The beautiful expression of mortification filled my heart with an amount of pleasure and joy greater than anything I had ever felt before.

It was amusing.

Watching as another malevolent, manipulative, and abusive man—such as Endeavour—stared at me in fear was entertaining and beguiling. Although I still resented and loathed Todoroki—despite the act I put on around him—he still was a human, and Endeavour had abused him in almost the same way that Todoroki Shoto had abused me; therefore, he deserved this. He deserved to live out the rest of his days as one of those that weren't given the gift of power from birth.

"What's wrong, hero?" I laughed in hysterics as I rose to my feet. "Looking for this?" I asked the hero as I created a flame from my palm with a look of triumph.

As I laughed at the man kneeling before me, a sudden urge washed over my body. An urge to obtain more power; however, not just any power. Deep within my soul, I felt a pulling force—whispering the same phrase over, and over, and over again in my ear.

Get One For All.

Get One For All.

Get One For All.

Get.

One.

For.

All.

"Get One For All." I repeated aloud—in a voice only a notch above a whisper.

"One For All?" Endeavour's voice echoed in confusion.

Heeding the voice's request, I activated Ghost and began my search for Izumi and her quirk.

Assuming that those pitiful heroes actually did mildly care for the bystanders and civilians, I would assume that they would be evacuating the nearest city to Jaku Hospital; however, there was a possibility that U.A's Hero Course students weren't even aiding in this battle.

Damn...

I didn't know where to begin in looking for Izumi. This would have been a good moment where Ragdoll's 'Search' quirk would have come in handy. I could have simply activated her quirk and located Izumi in an instance if I had her quirk.

No matter.

Dwelling on what amazing quirks others had would get me nowhere.

Besides, I had multiple quirks, and from having none to five was already astounding to me.

As I flew through the air, I felt a genuine smile find its way onto my face. Not a malicious grin, filled with insincerity and merciless rage, but a contempt smile. One complete with true happiness—left untainted by the melancholy of my past. One filled with joy and bliss—left uncorrupt by the vengeance I let overtake me during the beginning of my journey. It was a genuine smile.

I had finally obtained the thing that would aid me in my quest for Global Salvation. The thing that would help me to cleanse the world of its flaws. Flaws like Izumi. Flaws such as those that manipulate and hurt those with less than them. I had finally obtained the power that I had desired for so long. Those that had died for my dreams of liberating the world were not few, but their sacrifices would now be made fruitful and plentiful.

After dealing with my personal vendettas against those from my past, I would begin my quest of liberation and rescue those like myself. Rescue those without power from those with power. Rescue those without quirks from those like my sister. Rescue humanity from corrupt heroes like my father. Rescue humanity from society's wrath.

I'm so close.

I can't fail now.

I waited—staring towards the source of the blinding light that had engulfed my vision for a moment—in excitement. As much as I hated to admit it, Izuku was smart. He had always been analytical growing up, and I doubt he'd give up that habit easily; therefore, I expected him to have an idea of where I would be.

In the midst of a mass-evacuation.

These dumb civilians could manage without me because as soon as I see that green-haired idiot's dumbass face, I'm going to make his life a living hell. I'm going to murder him, and then I'll be praised for exterminating that cockroach.

Honestly, I'll be doing the civilians a favour by fighting that insect—because I'll be leading him away from their pathetic selves.

If they could take care of themselves in the first place, then I wouldn't have to do this...

Movement beyond the dust-clouded horizon caught my eyes as I strained to look for my brother. I sneered as I watched Izuku's form growing larger, and larger—finally coming into view—as he flew towards me.

This was it.

I could tell he had spotted me as I used One For All to propel myself in the opposite direction of the evacuation—leading my brother towards some other area for us to have a battle without interruption.

It would be a nuisance if someone were to stop our fight just as I was about to place my brother six feet down.

As I propelled myself through the air using One For All, I felt the gentle burn of the air as it whipped my face due to the speed at which I was travelling. It was almost calming—if you ignored the glares and angry shouts of the man behind me. It was almost peaceful—if you neglected the present situation. It was almost a lovely moment.

Almost.

Izuku was ruining everything.

Because of him, my friends won't talk to me. Because of him, my classmates resent me. Because of him, my father is dead. I wish he had just died that day. Then, everything would be right in the world. I would become a hero, and I would have all the friends I could have ever wanted. I would still have my father—to guide me in my journey of mastering his quirk. If Izuku had just died that day on the roof, then my life would be perfect again, but he's such a fuck up he couldn't even kill himself correctly.

Pathetic.

"Ah!" I cried out, feeling a crippling pain overtake my back as I felt myself beginning to fall.

As the concrete grew closer and closer to my face, I felt a burning sensation overtake my back—reeking of burning fabric and flesh. The confusion of what had just occurred had barely even set in before I felt my body impact with the Earth, and heard a burst of maniacal laughter fill my ears.

Turning to face my brother in a matter of moments from my collision, I saw the man in front of me—shrouded in flames of gold and red—staring at me from only fifty meters away.

The smile I had seen him wearing as he first came into view was now warped with malice and evil as he gazed upon my figure—laying painfully on the cold of the ground. His eyes shown brightly in the light of the sun as they reflected only his emotions of resentment and amusement—contrasting each other beautifully; meanwhile, his laugh raged on, echoing throughout the solitude of the battlefield we were now situated in.

I sneered as I began to lift myself off of the ground and readied myself for the battle that would surely ensue any moment now. It was only a matter of time before the long-awaited battle between brother and sister would begin, and I was ready for any crap this loser would throw at me.

This is for my dad.

"Hell's Curtain!" I cried out the name of one of Endeavour's special attacks as I threw my fists back.

I had always wondered why heroes yelled out the names of their special moves. It seemed like a dumb idea to me. Yelling out exactly what you're about to do when you're about to do it leaves no chance of catching your opponent off guard; although, it definitely feels cool.

Izumi dodged the blanket of fire I relayed onto her swiftly and began emitting a wave of black whips out of herself. Bombarding me with her barrage of black tendrils, I stood in shock. I had been under the impression that her quirk had only been a power-enhancing quirk—which worked alongside her original telekinetic power. This new variable was confusing and aggravating. I hadn't been expecting this, and it annoyed me.

I was annoyed that there were hidden facets of her borrowed power. Annoyed that she had even more power than I had originally thought she did. Annoyed that she was still stronger than I was. Annoyed that our father had chosen her over me. Annoyed that I was still the one getting overpowered by her.

I was annoyed.

I grit my teeth as I felt her figure land onto mine—impacting my body into the broken, cold ground of our battlefield harshly. As her black tentacles of energy and dynamism pinned my form to the terrain, I felt her fists slugging my face—giving me no moment to breathe.

While her whips of darkness attempted to restrain my body, I activated Ghost before floating above her and using Endeavour's Hellflame to counter her attacks; however, she dodged my bursts of fire as if we were playing laser tag—with precision and grace. She was like Bakugou growing up; perfect; poise; and gifted in everything she had ever done—which only succeeded in annoying me further.

My ears twitched as multiple voices filled my ears and floated throughout my brain. Voices I had known. Voices I had hated. Voices that brought back memories of my life before Tomura. My life before the League. My life before I had been saved.

"Izuku!" The voice of Bakugou Katsuki cried out from a ways behind me.

His voice was filled with oppression and anger—matching his facial expression. I could only watch slit-eyed as I glared at his figure growing larger and larger as he and Todoroki neared my sister and I.

I deactivated Ghost's permeation ability as I activated my Energy Whips to delete Bakugou from my game save. He was annoying and arrogant—someone I didn't need for my plans of Global Salvation, so I could eliminate him if I chose to do so.

I raised my whips as his form approached my own, and prepared to charge towards him when I felt a strike of power come into contact with the left side of my jaw.

Izumi.

The sting of her raw-power lingered on my visage as I felt my hand reach for my face. The wet red glossed over my fingertips as I felt a metallic taste fill my mouth.

Blood.

I had caught All Might's punch at one-hundred percent of his power with ease—not even breaking so much as a sweat in the process—so how was it possible that this bratty, selfish twat could punch me and max out my Shock Absorption?

I glanced down towards my sister as she stood—swaying from left to right—on the ground, clutching her right arm in obvious pain as it laid limp by her side. The smirk that rested on her face only intensified as my look of melancholy and fury grew more in morbid distress.

I didn't want Bakugou here, nor did I want Todoroki interfering with my battle. They would bother my sister and I as we fought. They would meddle with our encounter. They would ruin everything.

I rose my right fist and fired a wave of flames—too large and too fast to dodge—which enveloped the two in the heat of my rage. Turning back to my sister—who stood, breathing heavily—on the ground, fifty meters away from me, I scoffed.

I activated my whips and used Ghost to fly towards Izumi with impossible speeds as I garnered momentum. I could see Izumi's face growing larger and larger as we both sped towards each other—preparing to impact with one another.

Seeing as Bakugou and Todoroki found us as quickly as they did, I'd assume that more pros would be on our tails within a matter of moments. I didn't have enough time; however, I'd have to make do with what I had. I was just about done with Izumi's shit, and now was the perfect time to end her. Now was the only moment. I could see it in her eyes. The murderous look she wore. The resentment and hatred that glossed over her orbs as time seemed to slow for a moment.

I'd seen it all before.

That was the same look that Dabi wore as he set someone ablaze—knowingly dealing them a fatal injury. That was the same look that crossed over Tomura's face as he disintegrated a man—with a grin. That was the same look that I wore as I decapitated my father—killing him in cold blood.

She was going into this battle with the intent of killing me, and I was no different.

Either we're both cut out to be heroes, or none of us are. I guess we truly were cut from the same stone.

I felt our fists collide as we neared, and then I felt pain. The surging pain of Izumi using more power than our father had during the USJ attack. The surging pain of feeling the full force of the power I had been drawn to, as it unleashed all that it had to offer my brat of a sister. The surging pain of my childhood tormentor still hurting me even after being legally dead for two years.

I sneered as both of our bodies were blown backwards from the force of the stored-up power of my Shock Absorption quirk, and her borrowed power as it impacted with each other during our battle of good vs. evil; although, I couldn't tell who was who. I was the technical villain; however, I've done more to help people than she has. All that she cared about was saving her own ass—as proven on Nabu Island when she willingly attempted to give up two children because she thought she would die if she hadn't.

"You ruined my life!" Izumi cried out—breaking our silence—as we exchanged blows of power, fueled by our mutual hatred for one another. "If it wasn't for you, everything would be right in the world!"

I laughed dryly at her words. Although I don't blame her for any of the things I've done, nor do I blame her for who I've become, it was not my fault that her life has gone to shit because of what she had done to me. My actions were mine alone, and excluding what I had done to my brother, I don't regret anything I've done. Izumi was blaming me for her terrible personality, and she was blaming me that others realized how much of a crappy person she was. That wasn't my fault—just like my choice to join the League Of Villains wasn't hers.

I chose to do all of the things I had done.

Just like she chose to do everything she had.

It's not like any of us were being held at gunpoint or anything.

"It's not my fault you're a closet-crack-head!" I screamed from the depths of my heart, yelling over the sounds of our battle and watching as her expression grew more and more grim and sour.

"You little shit... It's your fault all of my friends hate me! It's your fault all of my classmates resent me! You ruined everything!"

Oh, I ruined everything?

"And it's your fucking fault my dad is dead!" She spat with venom. "You made my life a living hell!!"

"Yeah? Well how do you think I felt all those years?!" I retorted in vexation as we both slowed our pacing.

"Oh, I don't give a damn about how you felt! I never have, nor will I ever." She spoke, laughing. "Come to think of it, I knew what I was doing. I knew I wasn't 'protecting' you, I never thought I was. I've always hated you, and do you want to know why? Because no one has ever loved you."

I felt my heartbeat quicken as my mouth dried. I felt like I was back in that classroom, standing in front of Izumi, Bakugou, and Todoroki as I cowered in fear. Standing, as they tore me down and spat words of abuse at me. Standing, waiting, as I wished I could just live a normal life. I felt like I was frozen in fear as she smirked at me with an insane glimmer in her eyes—matching the one I had always seen her wear.

"You're the same meaningless insect you've always been. If you had just died that day, everything would be right in the world. You're the problem with society. You're the problem with the world. You're the problem with everything." She growled as I felt myself beginning to quake. "No... If I could go back to the day you jumped, I would walk up to you... And I'd hug you. I would hold you with warmth, and care—whispering soft nothings into your ear like 'It'll be ok...' and 'Don't worry, no one will ever hurt you again...'."

I watched with weariness as she began to near my form, speaking in a voice coated in honey and danger.

"And then... I'd push you off the roof personally."