Mha: Sand Sand Fruit

As Akira prepared to unleash his ultimate move, Ishimura abruptly shouted, "Alright, Kitagawa Akira, stop pretending—I know!"

Akira paused, his expression blank. "Know what?"

"Haha!" Ishimura laughed, his voice dripping with self-satisfaction. "If I'm right, your last attack already drained your strength. You're bluffing now, trying to intimidate me into backing down. Clever, I'll give you that—but tricks like this won't work on someone like me, who has so much real combat experience!"

Akira clapped mockingly, his lips curling into a smirk. "Impressive. A seasoned combatant like you is even better at creating stories in your head than fighting."

"Stop provoking me!" Ishimura snapped.

Akira shrugged, saying nothing more. His stomach growled audibly, reminding him of how long it had been since his last meal. The growing darkness around them only added to the weight of the situation.

He sighed. "I didn't get to push myself to the limit, but you've been entertaining enough. Still, I have a rule: I don't let anyone who threatens me live."

As he spoke, Akira unleashed a wave of Conqueror's Haki. Though it didn't render Ishimura unconscious, the oppressive aura made the man's legs tremble, and sweat poured down his face.

"What... What's happening to me?!" Ishimura stammered, fear creeping into his voice.

Before he could act, Akira closed the distance between them in an instant, delivering a devastating kick. Ishimura raised his arm to block, but the force sent him hurtling sideways.

Behind Akira, his sand wings reformed and began flapping rhythmically. Arrows of hardened sand shot out in waves, raining down on Ishimura.

**Boom! Boom!** Explosions erupted across the field as Akira manipulated his sand with precision. He formed a massive hammer from the swirling grains, charging toward his target.

Within moments, Ishimura was left bloodied and broken, barely clinging to consciousness. He panted heavily, his body trembling from exhaustion and pain.

"You're tougher than I expected," Akira remarked coldly.

Ishimura, trembling, tried to muster his confidence. But as Akira's sand began encasing his body, the villain panicked. "Wait! You can't kill me! It's illegal! You're a hero student!"

"Illegal?" Akira's eyes narrowed, his voice laced with disdain. "Since when has legality mattered to people like you? You're not worth sparing."

"No, no! Please, I'm begging you!" Ishimura cried out, desperation replacing his bravado. "I'll disappear! You'll never see me again!"

Unmoved, Akira raised his hand. "I warned you before. You threatened me. And no one who does that gets to live."

"Sand Waterfall Funeral!"

The swirling sand collapsed onto Ishimura, silencing his screams. The grassland became eerily quiet, the villain's body reduced to a lifeless heap.

As night fell, Akira scanned the barren landscape. His stomach growled again. "Time to find Bakugo and get out of here."

"Bakugo!" Akira called into the darkness.

A familiar voice answered from a distance. "Here!"

Akira soared toward Bakugo using his sand wings, landing near his classmate. "Do you have any idea where we are?"

Bakugo shook his head. "No clue. But before we move on, I've got a question."

"Ask away," Akira said.

"Did you train Midoriya before U.A. started?" Bakugo asked bluntly.

Akira chuckled. "Not really. I sparred with him a few times, but most of his progress came from his own effort."

Bakugo clenched his fists. "I've got a request."

"Hm?" Akira raised an eyebrow.

"I want you to train me," Bakugo said, his tone serious. "I don't want to be humiliated like this again."

Akira shook his head. "Sorry, no. I barely have time for myself, let alone guiding someone else. Besides, All Might is your teacher. He's the best person to guide you."

"All Might's too busy! And he doesn't have time for personal training!" Bakugo argued.

"Neither do I," Akira said firmly. "Now, let's focus on getting out of here. We'll talk about this later."

Reluctantly, Bakugo let the matter drop, and the two began their journey back.

---

Back at U.A.

Meanwhile, U.A. staff were already tracking Akira and Bakugo's location using clues from the grassland terrain. Within two hours, Aizawa and a rescue team arrived at the scene.

"Are you two okay?" Aizawa asked, scanning them for injuries.

"We're fine," Akira replied casually. "Bakugo got a small cut, but nothing serious."

Aizawa nodded, glancing around. "The villains... did you defeat them?"

Before Bakugo could speak, Akira jumped in. "We distracted them and took the chance to hide. They must've fled."

Bakugo caught on quickly and nodded. "Yeah, that's what happened."

Aizawa's expression softened. "Smart move. You're not ready for direct combat with villains yet—it's too dangerous."

Bakugo's jaw tightened. He glanced at Akira, comparing their strength in his mind. If Akira was considered "not ready," what did that make him?

---

The Next Day

The news of a wanted criminal infiltrating U.A. and kidnapping students spread like wildfire. Reporters swarmed the school gates, eager for a story.

"This school claims to have the best security," one reporter scoffed. "What a joke."

Unbeknownst to them, in a dark bar, Tomura Shigaraki and his mysterious benefactor were already discussing the incident.

"So, All Might's teaching at U.A., and Kitagawa Akira is under his wing," the benefactor mused.

"And Bakugo Katsuki... he nearly killed Ishimura a year ago? Interesting," Shigaraki said thoughtfully.

"Don't act yet," the benefactor warned. "Wait for my signal."

Shigaraki smirked. "Understood."