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CHAPTER 73: Fury and Redemption

The chaos around you was deafening. Overhaul stood tall, his presence casting a dark shadow over the shattered remains of the hall. Every corner of the stronghold pulsed with tension, heroes and villains clashing in battles across the compound. But here, in this broken corridor, you, Izuku, Mirio, and Eri faced Overhaul’s malice firsthand.

Your heart pounded as you glanced at Mirio, whose unwavering determination shone through his every move. He’d fought so hard to protect Eri, giving everything to keep her safe, and now, his exhaustion was palpable. But even as he staggered, his eyes stayed focused, his body bracing against the pain.

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing sound tore through the air. One of Overhaul’s men aimed a strange weapon at Mirio, and a shot echoed through the hall. Before anyone could react, Mirio froze. His usually bright, determined eyes were filled with shock and dread as his quirk, the very power that had defined him, faded from his grasp. His body, once impervious, was now vulnerable.

“Togota!” you cried, reaching out to him, the desperation tearing through you. You saw him try to stand tall, try to keep fighting, but the look of anguish in his eyes was unmistakable. This wasn’t just physical pain; it was the agony of losing a part of himself, something irreplaceable.

Izuku’s gaze turned cold, his anger simmering beneath his usual resolve. “You won’t get away with this,” he said, his voice low and fierce as he turned to face Overhaul.

The villain laughed, his gaze mocking. “You heroes think you’re unstoppable, but even you have your limits. And this girl—” His eyes flickered to Eri, his voice dripping with contempt. “She belongs to me.”

Izuku moved to shield Eri, his protective instinct flaring as he put himself between her and Overhaul. “You’re wrong,” he said, a surge of power radiating from him. “Eri is not your tool. We’re here to save her.”

Overhaul sneered, his hand stretching forward as his quirk pulsed to life, transforming the ground into twisted, jagged spikes. You threw your arms up, summoning water to form a barrier around you and Eri, protecting you both from the shards flying toward you. In the middle of the chaos, Eri’s small hand clutched Izuku’s uniform, her terrified eyes wide with fear and confusion.

But then—something inside Izuku snapped.

The weight of Mirio’s sacrifice. The tremble in Eri’s voice when she cried for help. The way Overhaul stood towering above them all, smug and untouched, like nothing could ever bring him down.

Not today.

With Eri clinging to his back, Izuku’s heart ignited like a fuse. One For All surged through him like wildfire, shattering the limits of his body. The strain hit him instantly—bones creaking, muscles tearing—but before the pain could swallow him, Eri’s quirk flared to life.

Golden light spilled around them, glowing like a second sun in the gloom of Overhaul’s lair. And suddenly, Izuku’s pain reversed. The breaking bones, the screaming muscles—undone in real time.

He moved again. Faster. Stronger.

Then you stepped forward.

No—you roared forward.

Every emotion you had ever buried erupted all at once. You didn’t care about strategy anymore. You didn’t care about control. Mirio’s pain clawed at your chest. Eri’s trembling fear fueled your rage. The thought of what Overhaul had done—the experiments, the torture, the inhuman cruelty—set your blood ablaze.

You raised your hand, and the entire room shook.

Water rushed toward you from every direction—seeping through cracks in the walls, forming from the moisture in the air, responding to your fury. It spiraled around your body like armor. Steam hissed at your feet. Ice crackled through your fingertips. For the first time, your quirk wasn’t just powerful—it was alive with emotion, wild and breathtaking and terrifying.