The alarms blared across U.A. before sunrise.
A high-level breach. Outer perimeter. Sector G.
An area unpatrolled. Sealed off. Meant to be secure.
But now, the forest beyond it glowed red with warning.
Inside the faculty war room, chaos settled into focus.
Nezu activated the live surveillance feeds, his paws typing at inhuman speed. Aizawa stood beside him, arms folded, eyes narrow.
"This isn't just surveillance manipulation," he muttered. "Someone's inside."
On screen, figures moved like shadows—tall, armored, fast. At least five. One of them had no readable heat signature. The cameras around it warped.
"Entropy readings are spiking," Recovery Girl said. "Revenant's followers. Or worse."
All Might didn't speak.
He was already gone.
In Dorm Building A, students were jolted awake.
"W-what's going on!?" Uraraka cried, stumbling into the hallway.
"Attack?" Kirishima asked, already halfway into his boots.
"It's real," Todoroki muttered, ice creeping up his sleeve. "We're under threat."
The building lights turned crimson.
A voice echoed over the intercom: "All students stay in your dorms. Faculty will respond."
Except one didn't listen.
Yujiro was already gone.
He sprinted through the back field, barefoot, bare-chested, hair whipping behind him. He had felt the shift hours earlier. Like a gut-pull. Like the air was tasting him.
He didn't wait.
Because he knew.
This was for him.
He reached the north wall in thirty seconds.
Jumped.
Vaulted over the fence with raw muscle and instinct.
And landed silently among the trees.
The air was wrong.
Cold, but with a scent—like rust and rot.
Yujiro crouched, scanning.
Then he saw it.
Red eyes.
A figure stepped out from behind a burned tree, its form cloaked in sleek black and crimson armor. Its face was covered in a mask with no mouth, only a line of red running vertically.
"You've grown," the figure said. The voice was filtered, hollow.
"Who are you?" Yujiro asked, fists clenching.
"Call me Null. I watched Revenant fall. And I volunteered to finish what he couldn't."
Four more emerged from the mist. Smaller. Faster. Weapons drawn. One flickered like static. Another carried a clawed gauntlet pulsing with quirk-nullifying energy.
Null stepped forward. "They call you Hanama. But you're just a ghost. A memory from another world. And today, that memory ends."
Yujiro didn't speak.
He took a breath.
Slipped into stance.
And charged.
From the security tower, Nezu watched the breach.
Aizawa's eyes widened. "He's engaging?"
"He's not waiting," Nezu said. "He never does."
"Send support!" Midnight yelled.
"No," Nezu said softly. "Wait. Watch."
Yujiro struck first.
Faster than sound.
He elbowed the first assassin in the jaw, then flipped into a spinning hook kick that shattered a second's helmet.
They swarmed.
He didn't retreat.
He advanced.
A claw slashed toward him. He ducked. Grappled. Snapped the arm at the elbow.
Another aimed a plasma blade at his side—he caught it mid-strike and drove a knee into the wielder's sternum.
Three down.
Two left.
Null lunged.
He was fast.
Too fast.
Yujiro took the hit to the ribs and tumbled backward. His back hit a tree. He rolled to his feet, coughing.
Null appeared again.
"You've trained well. But you're not ready."
"I'm never ready," Yujiro hissed, blood in his teeth. "I just survive."
They clashed again.
Each strike shattered wood.
Yujiro landed a palm strike to Null's neck—metal cracked. Null retaliated with a wave of entropy energy that scorched Yujiro's arm.
Yujiro screamed.
Then used the pain to drive a headbutt into Null's chest.
They both fell.
Aizawa dropped into the forest clearing seconds later. Midoriya followed, panting, flanked by Bakugo, Todoroki, and Yaoyorozu.
"Hanama!" Todoroki yelled.
Yujiro was on his knees, arm seared, blood on his face.
But he didn't fall.
He stood again.
Null staggered back, breathing erratic, armor smoking.
"This isn't over," the masked villain growled.
"No," Yujiro said, voice like thunder. "It never is."
They vanished.
A quirk-warp extraction.
Gone in a pulse of black static.
Yujiro collapsed.
Bakugo caught him by the shoulder.
"Dumbass," he muttered. "That was supposed to be our fight."
Yujiro looked at him.
"I don't need a reason to protect my home."
Midoriya knelt beside him. "You're not alone anymore."
Yujiro stared up at the sky.
For the first time in a long time…
He believed it.
Back in the tower, Nezu recorded the final footage.
Aizawa whispered, "They're escalating. Coming for him directly now."
"And they're too afraid to send just one," Nezu added. "That tells us something too."
All Might stared into the darkness.
"War is coming," he said. "And Yujiro Hanama… is its frontline."