Endeavor's body erupted like a volcano.
Flames burst from every pore of his being, surging upward with godlike intensity. His form was no longer human—it was a blinding inferno, a living sun encased in armor of fire.
He rose high, hovering in front of the massive, blackened monstrosity that Redestro had become. The cityscape below trembled with heat as the earth cracked and groaned.
Redestro, eyes locking on Endeavor and with bloodlust, roared, "I'LL KILLLL YOUUU!"
He swung his hulking arms forward, and from them exploded dozens of tendril-like whips, each the size of train cars, snaking through the air like wild beasts. They lashed toward Endeavor, tearing apart buildings in their path, each one carrying enough force to level a city block.
But they never reached him.
The moment they neared Endeavor's blazing form, they disintegrated.
The whips evaporated mid-air, turning to smoke and ash the instant they touched his radiant heat. One after another, they dissolved—like ice tossed into magma.
The fire didn't waver. Endeavor didn't move.
He simply hovered there—burning brighter than ever, staring down the monster who dared threaten his people.
Below, Todoroki shielded his eyes as the heatwave blew past him. His mouth parted slightly, stunned. His father… no, the man before him wasn't just the No.1 Hero anymore. He was something else.
"So this… is what you've been training for-" Todoroki whispered. 'This is the peak of your flame…'
Endeavor started training more after losing to Radahn. Initially , he stopped doing that because of his lack of strength as compared to the No.1.
Ingenium knelt beside the unconscious Iida, chest rising and falling fast. The intense heat was almost unbearable, but when he looked up and saw Endeavor lighting the sky like a phoenix-
"He's still pushing forward…His flames are burning himself-" he muttered through clenched teeth.
Farther away, hidden behind cracked pillars and collapsed storefronts, civilians stared in stunned awe.
"That's… Endeavor?" one child whispered."He is like a small star…" gasped another.
Some began to cry—not from fear, but from hope. Even amid devastation, they saw something magnificent: that their heroes were not done yet.
Pinned beneath rubble, her legs shattered, Mirko grinned despite the pain.
"Heh… Show him, you bastard. Show him what it means to be at the top."
The sky ignited.
Endeavor rocketed forward—an incandescent comet streaking across Osaka's smoke-choked heavens. The very air warped around him as he blurred past broken towers and flaming wreckage, his blazing silhouette piercing through the dense ash like a star falling to earth. But this star didn't fall—it rose.
Straight into the monster.
Redestro, now devolved into a bloated, grotesque behemoth of black goop and bone, could no longer think. He couldn't speak, plan, or feel anything beyond one command echoing in his crumbling sanity:
KILL. KILL. KILL.
With a roar that cracked windows for miles, Redestro lashed forward, his massive, glistening arm swinging like a wrecking ball. But before the impact could land—
THWOOOOOM.
A searing streak of white-hot fire slammed directly into his stomach.
A hole burst open in his abdomen, gushing black, sizzling blood like a geyser. Then another hole tore through his chest. Then his left side. Then his shoulder.
Like a blazing needle, Endeavor carved through the monster's titanic frame, leaving behind thirty burning holes that glowed molten red as thick, tar-like blood poured from each one, pooling onto the shattered ground below like oil.
Redestro shrieked.
His remaining central mouth opened wide—not to scream in pain, but to vomit a vile torrent of boiling, black sludge, splashing across the pavement and instantly corroding everything it touched.
The air became poison. The city a furnace.
Far in the distance, behind barricades and shattered ruins, the civilians and rescue workers could only stare at the sky.
"That… that hero just tore him apart…" a mother whispered, shielding her daughter's eyes from the chaos.
But another voice—an older boy, maybe once a fan of All Might—shouted,
"That's Endeavor! He's not stopping! He's still going!!"
Redestro staggered back, steam billowing from the craters dotting his corrupted body. His remaining arm twitched, his legs trembled, his head lulled with spasms—but it wasn't over.
Endeavor shot forward again.
With both hands blazing like twin solar flares, he gripped Redestro's waist and pushed upward, roaring with fury. The ground cracked beneath their rising weight. Every inch of Redestro's skin sizzled and scorched as flames enveloped his lower body.
"RAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
Redestro flailed, raising his final grotesque arm, ready to swing—
But he never got the chance.
From Endeavor's glowing eyes, two twin beams of pure searing heat exploded outward.
Heat Lasers.
The beams cut through Redestro's giant arm like scissors through paper, vaporizing flesh, nerves, and bone in an instant. The limb didn't fall—it vanished, reduced to nothing but smoke and specks of ash dancing in the storm of fire.
Todoroki, despite the chaos, couldn't look away. He stood frozen beside the rubble where Shoji was helping the wounded.
"That's… That's not just his quirk-" he muttered.
"He's pouring everything into this."
Shiozaki, whispering prayers under her breath, clutched Monoma's unconscious form. The black blood of Redestro raining from above turned her vines dark, but she didn't stop watching.
"Please… let it end…"
At first, it looked like he wouldn't be able to do it.
Endeavor's hands—raw, scorched, searing with every pulse—dug deep into the corrupted flesh of Redestro's bloated form. The black sludge writhed beneath his grip like molten tar, slippery and hostile, but he didn't let go. His boots ignited with furious jets of fire, the ground beneath him turning molten for an instant before he lifted.
The world seemed to pause.
His ascent was slow. Uneven.
Every meter he rose, the weight pulled harder. Not just the physical mass of Redestro, but the emotional weight of everything leading to this moment—every scream, every life lost, every drop of innocent blood spilled across the streets of Japan.
Endeavor's flames shuddered.
But they didn't die.
He became one with flame.
Every inch of his armor was glowing white-hot. His cape had long since burned away.
His hair was a crown of fire, his eyes twin furnaces of rage. Heat rippled from his body in sheets, distorting the air, making the clouds above tremble.
He looked like a deity of wrath—a god of retribution rising to the heavens with a demon in his grasp.
Above him dangled Redestro—a creature no longer resembling anything human. His body dripped black ichor in long, steaming trails. His many heads twitched and screamed in chaotic voices, like a broken choir stuck on a loop. Holes still riddled his massive torso, and from each, smoke and goo seeped like foul exhaust. One arm gone. Mouths bleeding tar.
And yet… somehow… still alive.
He writhed. He roared. He struggled.
But Endeavor didn't release him.
From far below, the heroes and students watched in silent awe.
Todoroki, leaning against a chunk of broken wall, his face cut and bloodied, whispered, "He's really doing it…"
Ingenium, holding his unconscious brother, stared skyward, trembling.
"That height… he's climbing faster…"
Mirko, one leg broken and arm bandaged in debris wrap, smirked despite the blood dripping from her lips. "He still has it…in him-"
Shiozaki clasped her hands, vines trailing gently behind her. "May the heavens forgive him… but may his fire not falter."
Monoma, unconscious just moments ago, stirred slightly, cracking open one bruised eye to see the distant flaming dot rising higher and higher.
Even the civilians—huddled behind collapsed concrete, eyes wide with shock—couldn't tear their gazes away from the burning figure in the sky.
A young girl whispered to her mother, "Is that the sun?"
The air was thinning. Oxygen turned sharp and dry.
Endeavor's voice, half-roar, half-gasp, came through clenched teeth. His body trembled from overuse, but his resolve didn't flicker. "This… is for everyone you hurt."
Redestro's remaining mouth gurgled out another "DAMN YOU!"
But he wasn't listening anymore.
He kept climbing.
Past the skyline.
Past the clouds.
Higher.Hotter.
And in that final ascent, there was only one thought left in his burning heart:
"You will not rise again."
The skies—soaked in darkness just moments ago—suddenly felt like they were cracking open.
And from within that split in the heavens, a roar shook the world.
"PLUUUUUUUSSSSSSSS ULLLLLLTRAAAAAAAAAA!!"—Endeavor.
It was not a cry of defiance. It was not a war chant.It was a scream of everything. Rage, pain, duty, redemption—hope.
And from the inferno of his soul, a blinding ball of flame erupted upward, growing larger and larger with every second until it devoured the sky.
Redestro, caught in his grasp, let out one final inhuman screech—
"KILL! KILL! KILL!"—and was swallowed whole.
Night turned to day.
A fiery bloom spread across the sky like a lotus made of sunfire, petals of white-gold flame twisting outward until even the clouds were stained orange.
Civilians across Osaka dropped to their knees in awe.Some shielded their eyes. Others simply wept.A child murmured, "The sun… it's back."
Heroes from all units across the ruined city stopped in place, staring upward. Their injuries, their fatigue, their fears—all suspended for a heartbeat in the face of that overwhelming brilliance.
On the ground—
Ingenium, cradling Iida, trembled.
"That fire… I've never seen anything like it."
Todoroki, staring with his one good eye, whispered to himself:
'You really went and did it, old man.'
The sky shimmered in firelight.
And then—The blazing lotus began to collapse.Not in destruction, but in beauty.
Ashes of the Monster fell like embers.
Flaming embers fell from the heavens, scattering across Osaka like fireflies made of hope.
They didn't burn. They didn't corrode.
They danced.
Tiny glowing flecks that touched the bloodied, the weary, the broken—and gave them one moment of peace.
Cheers erupted.
A small cluster of students hugged.Others fell to their knees, crying with relief.
"He did it!" someone shouted."He really won!"
"That monster is gone!"
"We're saved!"
The city—still burning, still broken—felt, for one single second, like it could be whole again.
A voice broke through the celebration.
Faint. Unsure.But enough to chill the heart of every person who heard it.
"W-Where is Endeavor?"
Silence.
Todoroki's smile faded.His eyes searched the sky.
Ingenium looked up, then down.The smoke parted.The sky cleared.
But no silhouette returned from above.No flame descended.No voice answered back.
And in that new silence, the fireflies of hope slowly faded.
One by one. Until.
From the ashen clouds above, something flickered.
A faint… pulsing light.Barely visible at first—like a dying ember refusing to fade.
Mirko's eye twitched.
Despite the pain, the broken bones in her legs, and her bloodied state, she forced herself upright on her elbows, growling through clenched teeth:
"That's him...! That light—dammit, it's him!"
Her fingers clawed at the ground, trembling. Her legs refused to respond.
"MOVE… my Damn legs!"
The orb of light was falling.Fast.Too fast.
"Someone Get Him!"
Ingenium's engine roared.
"I'll go!!" he shouted, blasting forward.
But even his speed had limits.
The glowing form plummeted faster than the eye could track.Todoroki's body shook, barely able to stand, yet he stepped forward.
"I'll make a path!"
He slammed both hands into the ground. An ice road jutted upward like a silver arc, reaching for the falling hero.But the ice was brittle.
Cracks began forming immediately—the surface breaking from both Todoroki's exhaustion and the intense heat emanating from the burning man above.
"N-no… it's not enough!" he gasped, sweat and frost on his cheeks.
Shiozaki, still kneeling beside Monoma's unconscious form, clenched her fists in frustration. Her vines… they weren't responding.
"Please… I beg you, bloom again…" she whispered.
Her eyes shut tightly—tears streaming.
And then—
Her hair began to glow.
With a divine shimmer, massive green vines erupted from beneath the ruined streets, spiraling upward, grabbing the sides of Todoroki's breaking ice road, reinforcing it like nature's scaffolding.
The bridge held.
Ingenium surged forward, his turbines screaming. He blasted up the icy path just as the orb of light fell within reach.
"Got You."
With a thunderous thud, Ingenium's arms wrapped around the figure.
Endeavor.
Or what was left of him.
His body was charred, armor melted and fused to his skin.
His chest was rising—barely.Smoke hissed off his scorched body. His skin was cracked with glowing heat.
Even touching him was like hugging a furnace.
"Aghh—!" Ingenium winced as the heat singed through his gloves and burned his arms."But I've got you… I've got you, sir."
With great force, he kicked back and slid down the vine-fortified ice road, back to ground level.
Dust and mist swept around them.
"HE'S ALIVE!!" Ingenium roared.
The battlefield fell into stunned silence.
And then…
"He's alive!""He survived!!""Endeavor's alive!!"
Cheers broke out, weary and broken but real.
Heroes fell to their knees in disbelief.Civilians clung to each other and cried.Students exhaled breaths they didn't know they were holding.
Monoma, still unconscious, twitched a smile.Shoji closed his eyes and said a silent thank you.
Mirko, her eyes wet with heat and tears, grinned.
"Tough old bastard."
Even the ground itself—still scorched and cracked—seemed to sigh.
"I'll Get Him to Safety."
Ingenium, breathing hard, stood up with Endeavor slung in his arms.
"I'll take him to the closest Evacuation center!""You guys—rest. Regroup. I'll bring medics for the others too!"
Everyone nodded in unison.
Unity. Relief. Victory.
But also something else.
As Todoroki walked over, he looked at what was once a mountain of flame… and now just a broken man breathing shallowly.
Slowly, he knelt beside his father.
He didn't say a word. Just wrapped his arms around him.
Endeavor's heat was still blazing—enough that one side of Todoroki's hair singed and curled, strands of white turning Gray.
But he didn't flinch.He just… hugged tighter.
"We Won."
Someone whispered it.
"We won…"
Another echoed:
"We beat him…"
And in the distant corners of Osaka, where survivors were emerging from rubble, where stretchers were being laid out, and where ash drifted from the sky like snow…
Hope returned.