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Toph knew it would leave a nasty scar. The nauseous smell of burnt meat – her burnt meat – made her scrunch her nose, her heightened senses being an hindrance for once, but she knew that getting side tracked in the midst of a battle was not going to leave just a bad wound and she personally still felt pretty attached to her life, thank you very much. Ignoring the throbbing and the searing pain, she gritted her teeth, crouching down in a fighting position, one leg stretched forward, just in time to dodge another whim of fire aimed to her head, because of course that little shit would.

"Well, you're really disappointing Blind Bandit. I hoped you would at least match my level" the deep voice of her opponent grated against her ears and Toph didn't need sight to understand that piece of shit was grinning in mocking fashion at her, Sokka was to be thanked for this insightful lesson on human anatomy even though she couldn't picture it for obvious reasons, just for having been able to lend a hit.

Now, the earthbender knew she was an example of calm and composed warrior that could withstand any mocking without even the slightest flinch (the detailed description is not a desperate attempt to be convincing, mind you), but that grilled trash can was begging for a beating, Beifong style.

Because if he was that much of a great fighter, he should have seen coming the gigantic boulder from behind him, and really being swallowed up by the earth 'till your nose should come to no surprise. If a bit of dirt got into his mouth in the process Toph didn't really take any responsibility regarding that.

Sighing at the sorry sight in front of her – really he should have understood that wiggling like a worm was not going to get him anywhere – the girl kneeled on the hard ground ready to give a signal to her squad having finally captured the problematic shit. He had been a pain in the ass for a few weeks, preaching the second coming of the great Lord Ozai by destroying cities in the Earth Kingdom, ridiculous effort in Toph's humble opinion, and the task to bring to the justice was dumped on the blind girl's squad because apparently since it was in her jurisdiction – how her jurisdiction extended to the entirety of the Earth Kingdom was something she needed to discuss with Zuko very soon – she had to chase him down for a total of two weeks and when she finally had a solid lead, tracking him down to a forest where they split in order to find him quicker, somehow he managed to slam her head against a trunk and grill her left arm.

Now that she thought about it the fucker could fly, but clearly sucked at that seeing how ungracefully he basically dropped on her and during their very brief fight she felt his exhaustion from miles away, reason why she managed to take him down fairly quickly.

Though her pride hurt a bit at also admitting to not having been able to sense the enemy before he pulled the floating stunt, because while he clearly sucked at it he had been holding up precariously from at least when she was a mile into the forest, if his soreness was anything to go by.

Note to self: get the sensing radius past the mile as soon as possible.

Huffing, after having sent the signal to the rest of her team, she quickly got up, worst decision ever made. Her head threatened to explode by the sheer force of the pang that hit her, making Toph stumble a bit before dropping to the ground, too disoriented and weirdly exhausted to even try to soften the landing, resulting in another hit in the head.

The earthbender fought against unconsciousness, her lids getting heavier and heavier every second, but she was still aware of the fact that passing out in the middle of a bloody forest wasn't the smartest idea ever. Blinking rapidly, she tried not to think about the pool of blood that was expanding beneath her, nor to her slowing heartbeat or to the fact that couldn't feel anymore her fucking own arm.

Ever so slowly, the battle she was bound to lose since the very beginning went to reach an end, as darkness begun to engulf her senses.

She was so going to make a mash out of that fanatic fucker.

Aizawa was exhausted. The previous couple of days had been some of the worst in his entire life and he could have betted everything he hold dear – namely his yellow sleeping bag, which he really missed right now – that at least a couple of decades had been shaved off his life span only by the sheer stress that that training camp had provoked him – and really whoever decided it was a good idea needed to rot in hell, him included.

But, as he watched All Might's emaciated form fuming, with his hero costume hanging loosely around his skeletal figure, a hand raised in the air in triumph in front of a defeated All-For-One through a screen, while witnessing a group of adults tearing up and cheering for the, now ex, number one hero, he couldn't help but grin madly at the scene because finally everything fell into place.

He didn't fool himself into thinking that now everything would repair itself magically, Kamino was still destroyed, there had been casualties and wounded, Bakugo was probably going to need one – or many – therapy sessions, Shigaraki was still out there and, and, and…

But that didn't mean that the sheer impact the last fight of the legendary All Might was going to be in any way shape or form less lasting, and while the beacon of hope shed its last spark he did in a way that so everybody could take over his legacy and together they could get back on track.

For once, he was optimistic.

He should have known it wasn't a good sign.

As All Might said his declaration– which was totally not directed to Midoriya – and heroes begun to flood the scene, suddenly a loud bang made everybody raise their heads to the starless sky as a petite figure in green clothing begun to fall from the sky.

In a split second, before any of the Pro Heroes could even snap into action a huge boulder rose from the ground just beneath the figure, stopping it's fall before it could pick up pace and result into human jelly. Not that anybody at the scene would let that happen, obviously, but as the cameras on the helicopters zoomed onto the mysterious being, the entire nation sucked her breath at realizing what it was.

A girl.

Eraserhead felt his blood run cold as the girl with black-ish locks and green vest soaked in blood seemed to command the enormous boulder to the ground, as the Pro Heroes gathered around her. In the corner of his mind that wasn't screaming at whoever was at the scene to get that kid away from that absolute mess, because enough people had died that day and his conscience could take so much at a time, he noted, thanks to the extremely detailed footage, how the girl didn't seem to be really panicking more like mildly annoyed seemingly not even phased by the weird situation she was in. Odd, but to be truthful everybody reacted its own way to shocking events and then again, the part that noticed that was tiny.

But all his sheer panic was completely subdued as the girl took a fighting stance, seeming to just be starting to catch up with what was going on. Aizawa really didn't understand what was going on in the slightest as the mysterious girl seemed to aggressively shut down any attempt of rescue, and the Pro Hero would have given anything to be at the scene in that moment because the absolute headache this situation was giving him needed to be tamed somehow (namely help a kid out of a situation clearly out of their control).

Thankfully the girl appeared to be absolutely exhausted and it didn't take long before the exhaustion and blood loss caught up with her as her stance became unbalanced and slowly her legs begun to tremble. As much of a paradox it was, Eraserhead sighed in relief as the girl's figure slipped into the arms of one of the Pros at the scene and quickly checked upon for injuries she obviously sustained.

The passed a tired hand on his face, knowing perfectly that it was going to be a hard second half of the year.

Yaoyorozu Momo liked to think of herself as a calm, collected and rational person. True, she did indulge into the madness that was saving Bakugo from the League, but that was in order to prevent her idiot classmates (which she was attached to, dammit) getting in more trouble than they were already going to face and generally to keep them safe.

Their trip to Kamino had admittedly been everything but easy, not that she expected it to be, but in hindsight everything had been resolved rather smoothly. That, of course, concerned just their side of the situation, because assisting to All Might last battle was not on the list of possible outcome scenarios. She knew that statistically this day would have to come sooner or later, the latter being of course the best, but really no matter how much she kept thinking about it, wrapping her mind about the events unfolding in front of her, she just didn't seem to be able to process it.

And when despair started rooting herself into her soul All Might, like the symbol of hope he had always been, spoke, three simple words, and a new surge of absolute determination sparked, and while she was aware he was specifically talking to her, the impact had been tenfold just by the sheer fact that he knew her personally, he taught her and he had helped her. He might have been a pretty bad teacher, but as an inspiration? He got that plenty covered.

And now in the see of people clustered in front of the enormous screen where the action was being broadcasted, too engrossed into her own feeling to notice that Todoroki had been already a couple of feet far from her, which in a crowd meant a lot, her heart rate dropped as the news showed the new anomaly take place.

She couldn't really pinpoint why her blood run cold at the sudden apparition but when the cameras panned on the scene more clearly, she couldn't help but take a sharp breath as an horrific realization dawned on her.

What was Toph doing there?

Hello and welcome into my new little madness! For whoever came here after my other fic, I'm truly sorry about not updating for a long time and I'm planning a massive rewriting so please bear it with me and my slow self, I'll get to that too. Anyways , this fic has been running in my mind for quite some time now and I truly hope you'll enjoy the journey as much as I enjoy writing it! Reviews with constructive critisism are always welcome so don't hold back, I don't bite trust me.

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