19 Win
Aytao glanced at the swirling smoke that was getting smaller and smaller before focusing his senses back on the severed hand that was lying on the ground.
He was startled, so sure that the smoke villain couldn't make a move that he relaxed before he could properly react. He cut off the hand before he even thought of pulling the person out of the portal and restraining them.
What a bother.
Turning around, he came face to beak with the barely alive thing that managed to brake through his restraints when they loosened due to his surprise. Fortunately, he got a hold of himself before there was any damage done.
With a blast, the thing got blown off the entrance elevation as he calmly made his way towards the stairs, his ears picked up the screams of his victim, the one that he... Disarmed... heh.
Even in a situation like this, he had the time to make puns, his fathers side of him was showing.
Walking to the edge of the stairs, he held up his arm and the hand on the ground flew into it, with any droplets that would have made contact with him being stopped by his armor.
Slowly, he brought the severed limb to his nose and took a deep breath, letting the scent sink in before discarding it to the side with a lazy throw.
The man that palm belonged to was standing in the back, his nose picking up his location in an instant.
Allowing his radar to encompass the whole USJ, he picked out everyone that wasn't his classmate, the grunts that were fighting his teacher, the grunts that were targeting his classmates and the hulk wannabe that was currently rushing over to the stairs again after being teleported by the mist villain.
raising his hand up, he pointed it forward with the palm of his hand pointed downward. The heroes named their attacks, right? Why can't he?
"Heavenly Pressure."
As his words left his mouth, everyone that was hostile stopped.
The beast didn't even reach the stairs before a crater was formed around him, something seemingly weighting him down, the others grunts followed as well, some bones cracking since they landed in a weird position.
Ayato just stood there, making sure that no one was escaping from his grasp with his radar, and then he reached out with his other hand, grabbing a hold of his classmates. Looks like nobody died, that was good, at least.
However, from his previous experience, he knew that given enough time, he could slip past him hold.
"Better make a point."
Muttering, he formed a small air blade and left a large scratch on the neck armor he was wearing.
Leaving an unsaid threat behind, he was going to make good on that, even if he would get arrested after.
He was a threat to him, his family, and his loved one.
If he tried to escape, there was a chance that the one who orchestrated this whole thing, made that monster and gathered the grunts would locate him.
One by one, each of his classmates became visible, most were surprised while one Bakugo Katsuki was...
"What the hell!? Let me go, you bastard! Ill kill you!"
Yeah, that.
Looks like he wasn't all that dumb under that rage, he was able to connect the dots quite easily.
"Woah!"
One Midoriya Izuku was just watching him, probably starry eyes, he couldn't really see, and the mumbling not helping his case. What a nerd.
"The teachers should be here any minute now. Keep an eye on thirteen, she's injured. Momo, make bandages and disinfectant if you can, and apply first aid, she was hit with her own quirk if that helps."
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Aizawa was looking around, before looking directly at Ayato, a question popping into his mind, but now was not the time to ask questions, one of his students managed to immobilize every hostile in the area, but he wasn't sure if there were more in other areas and if they were in a similar situation.
One of his students was hiding a part of their quirk, honestly, he should have assumed, or at least asked his parents, but this could only mean a few things. He wanted to use it as a trump card or He thought that it would be cool to suddenly show off a new ability and save someone heroically, but he seemed too rational for the second one, the first was a possibility, although the last option was more concerning.
He didn't trust them.
He didn't trust the teachers, who he was supposed to learn from, he didn't trust the teachers who were supposed to protect the students, and this situation was not helping them with that.
He could ponder on that later, he had to stop the most dangerous of them all right now, the teleporter.
Rushing past the immobilized grunts, Aizawa made a mental note to talk with Ayato about how to safely immobilize large amount of enemies, he could ash his mother for some advice, too.
When he got the the smoke villain, he noticed the scratch that was seemingly left by a blade, if he had to guess, a threat.
This kid was making threats.
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"I'm getting a cat, I need a therapy pet thanks to all this shit."
Ayato sighed. Seriously, this whole time, he was so bored that he was wondering why he chose the hero course and then this happens. He was still bored. Did he have an extreme case of Being bored or something? Should he see a doctor?
