Nomu's

The Reaper stumbled out of the alleyway and was immediately surrounded by a massive crowd of people, explosions could be heard from behind him as he did so. When he tried to push his way through them all he heard a few muttering to themselves.

"If you can't win, then who can?" Said one man, with spiky brown hair.

Yuu turned his gaze up to where he was looking, his eye went wide. The large muscular man in red, white, and blue, who was known as All Might, was now skinny frowning. "Oh?" was all that Yuu could say as he turned toward the large screen.

"Haven't you always been able to save us somehow?" another man asked.

Yuu glanced at the source of the voice and let out a quiet scoff. This was what abilities got you, nothing but fear and destruction.

Then there was a shift in the air.

"ALL MIGHT, YOU CAN DO IT!" the crowd began to scream.

"WIN!" Two new voices called out, making Yuu's eye go wide once again, "ALL MIGHT!"

Only a short distance away from him were the group of teens who had escaped the battle ahead of him. Yuu's eye narrowed, What were they thinking? He thought to himself.

The crowd cheered as All Might's arm bulked up once more and a man engulfed in fire shot a blast toward the floating man. There were conversations between the many heroes, but barely any of it could be heard from the helicopter flying over the battle.

As they continued fighting, Yuu couldn't help but frown. It must have been clear to others as well. These reinforcements were nothing more than an eyesore to the villain, who danced around their attacks like a ballerina and deflected them with a wave of his hand.

The Reaper stared down at his hand and wondered. What is happening?

The sounds of an explosion pulled Yuu's attention back to the screen. The other heroes had been blown away and the villain's arm had become a mess of flesh, bone, and metal, meanwhile, All Might reared his arm back, prepared to counter with his attack. The final act of the battle was about to begin.

As the two attacks collided, Yuu glanced over at the teens and narrowed his eyes at the green-haired boy. Out of everyone there, he seemed the most panicked, tears were beginning to fall from the corner of his eyes. The only other one who seemed close was the blonde next to him.

"I wonder?" Yuu questioned, his eye returned to the screen.

All Might has been driven backward by the attack, unable to get a footing in the rubble. However, within a moment, the two stopped moving and All Might responded with a punch to the Villains cheek with his left arm, the other one now rendered bruised and bloody.

Yuu could feel his mouth fall open as the bloody arm became bulky once again and All Might threw the villain into the ground. Creating a typhoon of wind and sending whatever pieces of rubble was around him into the air.

As the dust slowly dissipated, the crowd waited with bated breath, Yuu included. When he stood victorious over his foe, the crowd went wild. They chanted his name, but as they did so the group of teens began to leave the area, Yuu watched the teens and decided to follow.

Who are they? He asked himself.

"Next…" The hero spoke, stopping the green-haired teen in his tracks. Yuu did the same and turned his gaze back toward the screen.

"Next, it's your turn." The hero finished.

Yuu watched as the green-haired boy stared at the screen with a mixture of dread and fear, his mouth open and his eyes wide. As the crowd went wild yet again, Yuu kept his eye on the teen. As he began to cry, Yuu narrowed his eye and turned away from the crowd.

He has had enough with the broadcast.

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Metropolitan Police Department

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"The Nomus we captured are some as those from before." The investigator told the group in front of him, "They do not have human reactions, and we are not likely to acquire new information about them." He glanced down at his report before continuing, "The Warehouse they were kept in has been blown away, so all we can do is continue our investigation on their manufacture."

One of the men with slicked-back greying hair glanced down at a piece of paper, "We haven't gotten more personal information from the bar either, right?"

The investigator kept his eyes on his paper, "We are currently investigating."

The man groaned, and another spoke up, "Even if we were able to capture most of them, we let all the perpetrators, including Shigaraki, escape." He took a breath and looked at the others, "Even if we grade ourselves easily, we only get a draw due to injury."

"Idiot." The man responded, "We trades the Symbol of Peace. All Might's weakened body has been exposed to the world, and there is no longer a symbol of peace that can never be defeated. Not for the citizens or the villains.

"That's what happens when we rely on one person." Spoke a balding man.

The man with greying hair sat up slightly, "Everyone has realized that you can get this far by gathering a bunch of idiots." He turned his gaze to the others, "That scares me." He glanced down at his notes once again, "From our profiling, the principal offender, Tomura Shigaraki, was said to have even thrown childish tantrums. The more plans he comes up with, the more circuitous they become. They become ways for him to see how he can affect society. His thought process has matured. And now, All Might has been taken down and there are now fewer checks on people's actions than before. Each time the League fails, they grow stronger." The man sighed, "And he's left with the means to expand his influence."

"Are you saying that's part of their plan?" Another spoke.

"Is that just hindsight?" Another one shrugged.

"I don't know." The man with greying hair responded, "The only thing I know for sure is that we must capture them. We police have no time to sit around being called the "Villain Reception." His gaze moved to the screen, "Something needs to change."

The group was silent for a long while. Suddenly the man in front of the board switched to a second paper and took a breath, "What do we know of the vigilante?"

The large man switched to another sheet and began to read it, "From the brief moments we saw him we managed to analyze his quirk and his appearance." He waited for a moment before he continued, "He looks to be brunette and was dressed in a black jacket and red shirt, torn jeans, and what looked like hiking boots. It was clear from the helicopter footage that the vigilante had an emitter class quirk and used ice to stop the villains for a moment."

One of the men glanced down at the report and frowned, "What scares me is how little we know about this man and what sent him into the battle." As he looked up at the screen the group watched as a quick purple flash was seen and how the brunette suddenly appeared from it.

"What do you want to do?" One of the other men asked, "We know next to nothing of this individual, it's important we be cautious."

The large man crossed his arms and glanced down at his paper, "I say we give an alert to agencies in the area about him, and that if they find him, we'd like to cooperate with the Public Safety Commission to find out what we can about this individual."

"Agreed." The group spoke almost all at once.