Setting: A wide, desolate Hollow Zone — a training site declared safe by faculty. Class 1-A and 1-B wait near the edge, buzzing with curiosity and restlessness, until the unexpected happens.
Suddenly, the ground rumbled.
Without warning, grotesque Hollow monsters burst forth from the earth — massive, twisted figures that towered over the students. Panic gripped the group.
Monoma: “W-What the hell!?”
Izuku: “T-This was supposed to be a secure area!” he cried out, eyes darting in panic.
Bakugo: “Then clearly someone lied, damn nerd!” Bakugo barked, already charging his palms with explosions.
Iida: “Everyone, stay sharp! Don’t let them multiply!” he commanded, activating his engines as the students surged into action.
One by one, quirks were unleashed — flames, ice, electricity, steel — but the Hollow stood resilient. Their monstrous forms seemed impervious to the attacks.
Then, the largest Hollow raised its massive arm to strike—
In a blur, a blade sliced clean through its limb. Seconds later, crackling electric tendrils lashed out, stunning nearby Hollow. In an instant, a graceful figure landed between the monsters and the students — a woman with long black hair, fox-like ears twitching, her blade already sliding back into its sheath.
With a fluid motion, she unleashed a Judgement Cut — an elegant arc of energy that cleaved through the remaining Hollow. In a blink, they were gone.
Behind her, three figures stepped forward:
A calm archer, his bow still sparking — Asaba Harumasa.
A short, fierce blue Oni girl — Soukaku.
And a tall, serene woman with icy eyes, already analyzing the battlefield — Tsukishiro Yanagi.
The fox-eared woman turned to the students, her tone composed yet warm.
Miyabi: “Is anyone hurt?”
The students, still catching their breath, stared in awe.
Mina: “I… I think we’re okay…”
Kirishima: “Who… Who are you, miss?”
She gave a small nod. “Hoshimi Miyabi. Chief of Hollow Special Operations, Section 6.”
Izuku: “W-Wait… Hoshimi Miyabi…? You’re The Void Hunter?!”
Harumasa smirked, slinging his bow over his shoulder. “That’s right. The youngest one in history.”
Izuku’s eyes widened, heart pounding with realization as he looked at the woman who just saved them.