MHA: Sand Sand Fruit

**"Plop!"**

The villain closest to Akira fell face-first into the ground, unconscious.

"Hey, what are you all doing?!" one of the villains yelled in confusion before his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

Within seconds, more than three hundred villains hit the ground, their eyes vacant as if they'd been shut down entirely.

Class 1-A stood frozen, their weapons raised, but no longer necessary.

"What... just happened?"

"The villains... they're all unconscious!"

"Did Akira do this?"

Yaoyorozu Momo, unable to contain her shock, rushed forward. "Akira, did you... do all this?"

Akira turned to her with an easy smile. "Yeah, it was me. I used a mental attack. They're all knocked out cold now."

The explanation left everyone in stunned silence.

"Psychic attack?!" Kirishima Eijiro exclaimed, stepping closer. "That's insane! You're amazing, Akira!"

"This is unreal," Jiro Kyoka muttered, still in disbelief.

Indeed, it was. Class 1-A had been struggling against the villains for what felt like hours, and despite their best efforts, they couldn't turn the tide. Yet Akira had arrived and single-handedly incapacitated hundreds without breaking a sweat.

"Akira, you're incredible!" Iida said, his tone filled with awe.

"Kitagawa-chan, you're amazing," Asui Tsuyu added.

Akira simply smiled, shrugging off their praises. However, before anyone could speak further, Momo stepped forward again, her expression serious.

"By the way, Akira, we noticed earlier—your hands were black. Is everything okay? What was that?"

"Yeah," Kyoka added, her concern clear. "Your hands... what happened?"

Akira blinked for a moment before casually replying, "Oh, that's just my Quirk. It enhances my arms' attack and defense power."

To demonstrate, he activated his Armament Haki. His right arm turned pitch black, gleaming faintly under the light.

"This is it," Akira explained, holding up his arm.

The class stared in awe, their amazement evident.

"Whoa!" Kirishima exclaimed, stepping closer. He activated his Quirk, hardening his own arm. "It's kind of like my Quirk! Mine enhances attack and defense too, but... it doesn't turn black like that."

Yaoyorozu chuckled at his comparison. "There's no contest, Kirishima. Akira's Quirk is leagues ahead of ours."

"Exactly," Kyoka teased with a grin. "It's like comparing the sky to the ground."

"Hey, I know that!" Kirishima laughed, rubbing the back of his head. "If I could do what Akira just did, all these villains would've been on the ground already!"

Akira chuckled softly. "Other areas might still need help. I'll leave this to you all. Stay safe."

As he spoke, a pair of massive sand wings formed on his back. With a single beat, he soared into the sky, leaving his classmates staring in amazement.

"That Quirk..." Kirishima muttered, his eyes sparkling with admiration. "It's so practical... and so cool!"

"Of course," Kyoka replied, still watching Akira's figure disappear into the distance. "Who wouldn't be envious?"

---

More than an hour later, the remaining villains had been subdued, and the situation at USJ was finally under control. Thankfully, only one student from Class 1-A had been seriously injured, though Aizawa suffered severe damage due to the overuse of his Quirk.

When everything settled, Principal Nezu and the authorities arrived to assess the situation. The villains were taken into custody, but before the students could leave, the principal gathered everyone.

He addressed the group, his voice calm yet commanding. "First, let me extend my sincerest apologies. Today's incident was a result of U.A.'s negligence, and we will take full responsibility."

The students remained silent, their faces a mix of exhaustion and unease.

"But there is one important thing I must ask of all of you," Nezu continued, his expression growing serious. "What happened today—this entire incident—must remain confidential. Do not disclose anything to the outside world."

His words hung in the air, heavy with implication.