The Port of UA transformed into a vibrant staging ground for the world's most elite warriors. The tension of the "Legend" and the "New Island" was momentarily masked by the energy of old friends and rivals reuniting.
"Are we all here?" Lady Nagant asked, her sharp eyes scanning the harbor as she leaned against the black command car.
"Not yet," Nezu chirped from All Might's shoulder. "We are still waiting for the College Big Three."
Upon hearing the title, Inasa Yoarashi let out a booming laugh, his cape billowing in a self-generated gust of wind. "The Big Three! I've heard rumors! I want to see if their passion can match the intensity of the storm!"
Shinso and Camie shared a look of pure exhaustion. Shinso sighed, while Camie popped a bubble of gum. "Literal brain-dead vibes, but I low-key respect the grind," she muttered.
A Symphony of Haki
As the students of Class 3-A and 3-B formed their lines behind Aizawa and Vlad King, the area erupted into a symphony of clashing spirits. Tetsutetsu and Kirishima met in the center, their bodies transforming into silver steel and jagged rock. When they bumped fists, the Haki-reinforced impact sent a shockwave through the port.
"Manly as ever, Kirishima!" Tetsutetsu roared.
Nearby, Shinso tossed chocolate bars to Ojiro and Tokoyami. "You look like you need the sugar, Shinso," Ojiro noted, while Tokoyami nodded solemnly. "I feel the darkness dancing within you, friend."
Momo and Kendo shared a brief, respectful hug. "Have you prepared enough?" Kendo asked. Momo gave a confident nod. "I've memorized the molecular structure of the atmosphere in the Blue Star." In the corner, Mineta watched the scene, drooling until Jiro's earphone jack snapped him back to reality.
The Arrival of the Elite
Finally, a final bus hissed to a stop. Three figures stepped down, followed by the towering forms of their mentors: Ryukyu, Sir Nighteye, and the massive, snacking Fat Gum.
The College Big Three had arrived. Mirio Togata, Nejire Hado, and Tamaki Amajiki walked with the confidence of students who had already faced Rank 5 monsters and won.
"Nighteye... it's been a while," All Might said, his voice softening. Nighteye adjusted his glasses with a stiff, formal nod. "Indeed it has. The future won't wait for us."
"Let's go already!" Fat Gum shouted through a mouthful of takoyaki. "I need to build up more fat-stores before we hit that gravity!"
Nejire immediately rocketed toward the 3rd-years, her curiosity a physical force. "Why is your hair green? What do those horns do? Oh, you look like you're about to puke!" The students just smiled; they were well-accustomed to her rapid-fire interrogation. Mirio laughed, striking a pose, while Tamaki whispered "How embarrassing..." and pressed his face against a shipping container.
Then, a thunderous voice echoed from the docks, cutting through the chatter like a lightning strike. High atop the bridge of the massive battleship, Present Mic threw his arms wide.
"YOWWWWW LISTENERS! ARE YOU ALL READYYYYY FOR THE PARTYYYYYYYY?! YEAHHHHHH!"
The students roared back, their combined Haki flaring up in a brilliant display of black and colored light.
Boarding the Great Vessel
The heavy iron ramp of the UA battleship groaned. Principal Nezu stood atop a shipping crate, his small voice carrying surprising authority.
"Gather round! This ship will be your transport to the Marine Academy, our rendezvous point. It is there that all the Top 5 Blue Diamond schools will converge."
The announcement sent a ripple of shock through the ranks. "All of the Top 5?" Momo whispered.
"This expedition is a research mission of immense value," Nezu continued, his expression grave. "But remember: awakening your Haki does not make you the strongest. In the depths of the Blue Star, even the wild animals command Haki as naturally as breathing. The gravitational pull of the descent will sever every connection to the Green Star. You are entering a different world."
He looked at each of them, his gaze lingering on Midoriya and Bakugo. "Good luck, and... PLUS ULTRA!"
"PLUS ULTRA!" the forty-six students roared in unison.
The boarding began. The students marched up the ramp of the massive vessel—a ship painted in striking blue and white, flying the UA sigil. Following them were the teachers and the heavy hitters: Fat Gum, Ryukyu, Nighteye, and All Might, whose presence alone stabilized the ship's rocking.
With a thunderous blast of its horn, the UA battleship pulled away from the dock, cutting a deep wake into the dark waters as it set a course for the edge of the world.
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To be continued