The several-mile stretch of cityscape was called the Ghost Quarter, because nobody lived there. It was a remnant from one of Japan’s earliest big-threat villains, named Seismic, whose ability to control earth and ground-matter was still one of the strongest recorded Elemental Quirks to ever exist. The Ghost Quarter was the site of the final battle to take him down. It had been hard and gruesome. A shudderingly high casualty number. The damage to the city itself had been astronomical.

Class 1-A had gone there as part of a unit on minimizing collateral damage. They had been hit by a very powerful Fear Inducer Quirk.

Go in. Find your students, one at a time. Knock them out by breaking a capsule of Midnight’s Somnambulist, which could last about a half hour away from her body. Send up a single, and another teacher would carefully pick their way to the sleeping kid and bring them to the base outside the Ghost Quarter while you moved on to the next one. Simple plan. A good plan, even.

Yaoyorozu was nearly emaciated

She was slumped in the center of the ruined room and surrounded by first aid materials, emergency supplies, water bottles… anything a rescue operation could need. She seemed much smaller than usual. She had her hands tucked to her chest, searching for more. She was quietly weeping.

“Professor…,” She said “I’m so, so sorry. I don’t think I’m going to have enough to give...” She looked at the objects around her with utter devastation in her eyes. Her tears splashed onto the floor.