Mha: Sand Sand Fruit

Just as Akira was about to launch his move, Ishimura shouted, "Okay, Akira, you don't have to pretend. I know!"

Akira paused, his confusion evident. "What do you mean, know?"

"Haha!!" Ishimura laughed, and then arrogantly declared, "If I guessed correctly, the move you just used has already overdrawn your physical strength."

"Now, to scare me, you're just talking big. Indeed, I have to give you credit, Akira. You're smart."

"At this moment, anyone with a bit of hesitation would likely be finished! But for someone like me, who has rich combat experience, how could such a little trick work?"

As soon as Ishimura finished speaking, Akira started to clap and jested, "Yes, yes, with your combat experience, you're excellent at building scenarios in your mind."

"Don't provoke me; it's useless!" Ishimura sneered.

Akira smiled but didn't retort. His stomach growled slightly. Despite his victory over Ishimura, the inhospitable surroundings had left him starving. Moreover, the sky was slowly getting darker.

"Anyway, although you didn't allow me to test my limits, you've at least served a purpose."

"But no one who threatens me can survive," Akira said in a deep voice.

At the same moment, his Conqueror's Haki erupted from his body, creating a heavy, almost suffocating pressure around him.

Though Ishimura wasn't incapacitated, the immense pressure made him tremble, sweat covering his face.

"Wh...What's going on? Why do I feel so... uncomfortable?" Ishimura stammered, panicking.

"Whoa!" With that, Akira swiftly appeared in front of him and kicked him hard.

Ishimura immediately raised his arm to block.

"Crack!"

He was sent flying to the side.

Behind Akira, his sand wings appeared once more.

"Fwoosh fwoosh!"

He flapped his wings rapidly, sending hundreds of sharp arrows made of sand flying straight at Ishimura.

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

As explosions rang out, Akira raised his hand and summoned a giant sand hammer. He swung it with immense force toward Ishimura.

"Boom!" Another explosion rocked the area.

Ishimura, caught off guard and unable to fight back, found himself completely overpowered. Akira's speed and strength outclassed him by far.

In less than a minute, Ishimura was battered and bloodied, gasping for air, his body trembling.

"If only your resilience was as tough as your mouth," Akira said coldly.

Ishimura frowned, realizing that Akira's aura had completely shifted. At this moment, he knew he was doomed.

"Earlier, you called me a faker. Now, let me show you if I'm faking," Akira said, casually waving his hand.

In an instant, a whirlwind of sand surrounded Ishimura, trapping him.

Ishimura, now panicked, shouted, "You can't kill me, you can't! You can only arrest me and take me back! If you kill me, it's illegal!"

"Illegal?" Akira sneered. "When did I care about such things?"

Realizing that there was no reasoning with Akira, Ishimura quickly began to beg, "Little brother, uncle, I was wrong! Please let me go! I won't show myself again!"

"I said it already. No one who threatens me is allowed to live," Akira said, raising his hand slightly.

"You can't kill me! You can't!" Ishimura cried out, his voice desperate.

"Look, he's killing people. Xiongying students are killing people."

"Sand Waterfall Funeral!!!"

A massive wave of sand engulfed Ishimura. The sound of his wailing echoed briefly before the entire grassland fell silent.

The "Sand Waterfall Funeral" was a devastating move that used the immense pressure of sand to crush an enemy instantly. Ishimura was reduced to nothing under its weight.

The sky had now fully darkened. Akira looked around, noting the absence of lights.

"Bakugo!" Akira shouted.

A voice responded from nearby.

"This way!" Bakugo Katsuki called out.

Akira flew over using his sand wings and landed in front of Bakugo.

"Do you know where this place is?" Akira asked, his voice calm.

Bakugo Katsuki shook his head. "No. But there's something I need to ask you."

"Go ahead," Akira replied.

"Was it because of your guidance that Jiujiu made such great progress before entering school?" Bakugo Katsuki asked matter-of-factly.

Akira smiled. "No, it's more about his hard work. I occasionally spar with him, but it's all on him."

Midoriya Izuku had always been different from Bakugo Katsuki. In the original story, Izuku was the protagonist with the "protagonist's halo." Not only had he gained powerful Quirks from All Might, but he had also received personal guidance from the hero himself. Bakugo, on the other hand, had to rely entirely on his own efforts.

"I have a request," Bakugo Katsuki said after a long pause.

Akira raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"I want to become as strong as you. I don't want to feel this humiliated again. I need you to guide me," Bakugo said in a serious tone.

Akira considered it for a moment before answering without hesitation, "No, no, no. That's the job of a teacher. If you want guidance, you should find a professional, like All Might, the No. 1 hero."