Pro-Heroes. The title given to those who had clawed their way to the top, dedicating their lives to protecting the innocent from villains who sought nothing but chaos across Japan.

And chaos had arrived once again.

The streets of Musutafu were in ruins, shattered buildings, overturned cars, smoke curling into the sky as civilians fled in blind panic. Nomu rampaged through the streets alongside lesser villains, their destructive laughter echoing between collapsing structures.

At the forefront of the battlefield stood Aizawa Shota, Eraserhead, homeroom teacher of U.A. High’s Class 1-A. Beside him were Vlad King, the stern and imposing teacher of Class 1-B, Present Mic’s voice cutting through the noise, Midnight commanding with practiced calm, Sniper positioned at a distance, and several other Pro-Heroes working in tandem to restrain the onslaught.

This, however, was more than a rescue mission.

To maintain control over both civilians and villains and to expose the students to the harsh reality of hero work, Classes 1-A and 1-B had been brought along as part of an intense, real-world training exercise.

Explosions rang out nearby.

Denki stumbled back, sparks flickering erratically from his hands as sweat dripped down his face. “Mr. Aizawa! I don’t think we can hold them back much longer!”

Nearby, Monoma clicked his tongue, glaring at the battlefield ahead. “For once, I agree with the idiot. This is getting out of hand.”

Aizawa didn’t look fazed. His tired eyes flicked toward the sky, his scarf shifting in the wind. “That’s why we called them.”

As if summoned by his words, the air itself seemed to tremble.

A powerful gust tore through the street as figures descended from above, icons, legends, symbols of hope. All Might landed first, his presence alone silencing the chaos for a brief moment. Endeavor followed in a blaze of fire, Hawks hovering effortlessly nearby. Mt. Lady towered over the streets, Mirko cracked her knuckles with a feral grin, Kamui Woods restrained fleeing villains, Ryukyu’s massive form cast a shadow over the battlefield, while Best Jeanist, Edgeshot, and countless other Pro-Heroes joined the fray.

And among them.

You.

Standing tall, unwavering, bearing the title of Pro-Hero Rank No. 3.

All Might raised a fist, his voice booming across Musutafu. “Fear not, citizens! For why? Because I AM HERE!”

Beside him, Endeavor shot a sharp glare in his direction, flames flaring just slightly. “…Always so dramatic.”

The battle had truly begun.