Slayers And Heroes

The Deadline

April was here. The cherry blossoms had bloomed, and the petals had fallen. The day had arrived for when Muzan had demanded Izuku be handed over to him. At dawn, he had released a message stating that he would be going to UA after sundown to collect him. He also assured that if he didn't get him, then Japan would enter a new age of despair and darkness that would make the days under All For One seem utopian by comparison.

The sun was minutes from setting. Standing in front of the main building of UA was All Might. He was wearing a suit. Not a hero costume, a suit. He reflected on where hero society had gone after they had their meeting for this very day. Heroes around Japan were outfitted with Nichirin blades in one way or another. Some had swords, some axes, a couple even had much less conventional weapons like chainsaws and lances. It did indeed cause discomfort for civilians, and the Safety Commission said they would explain everything in due time.

Deika City had been barred from entry after Shigaraki had surrendered, especially at night. It was for the best, as multiple people before then had reported that loved ones would occasionally enter the city and never leave. Others reported hearing pained screaming at night and when going through in the daylight. Though some would still go through the city, they weren't going through at night.

Shadows hit his eyes, ripping him out of thought. Any second now. The sky was a deep crimson hue fading into night. He was coming. The school had been evacuated earlier today, so for all Muzan would hopefully be aware, it was just All Might here.

The air turned cold.

The front gate opened.

Sauntering in, like the nigh invincible being he was, Muzan slowly made his way over to All Might. He had a cocky, malicious grin. Every step echoed with an unhindered sense of superiority. In an instant, if he wanted to, All Might could just become a smear on the ground. All Might didn't waver, though. He stood his ground. Muzan could morph into All For One for all he cared. He still would not run from this.

Muzan stopped walking two yards away from All Might.

"I would say you look better than when we first met, yet you're still a whithered man who stands no chance against me," Muzan said.

All Might smirked.

"And yet, I can still sense that same defiant spirit from that day. I suppose Slayers and Heroes are all alike in that regard."

"You will find that it takes more than a demon lord to shake the conviction of a true hero," All Might said.

"You mock me? Me? Who could destroy you before you could blink?"

"You. And the one you devoured."

Muzan was willing to put up with All Might. It pleased him.

"I must say, to state something so fearlessly... perhaps you have a death wish," Muzan said.

"Not quite. All For One was an easy one to rile up. You don't appear to share that trait," All Might replied.

"All For One was weak willed. Childish. A master manipulator who doesn't account for people changing or quirks becoming strong enough to stand against him."

An entire head grew out of Muzan's left shoulder. It resembled someone they knew was dead. Except the head resembled him before his head looked like a potato. He had blank white eyes and white hair. It was All For One. His face held a glare directed solely at Muzan.

"You would do well to--" All For One began to say from the face's mouth.

"I don't have time for you," Muzan said, slamming his fist into All For One's face.