Aizawa Shota

You were the most terrifying villain. You were known in every country. You faced opposition, but could anyone stop you?

Arriving in Japan, nothing had changed: problems escalated at every turn for civilians and the people. But this time, the confrontation between the heroes was much greater. Among them was Eraserhead.

The man was attracted by a quirk that was capable of erasing any without exception... But it did not help.

Aizawa used his weapon—a strong ribbon—to grab him, and when he caught him, he tried to throw him into a nearby building. But he outmaneuvered him and was the one who flew into the building.

The man groaned from the pain throughout his body and the terrible headache from his head being slammed against some enormous object. A scarlet stream of blood ran down his forehead, and the body beneath his half-torn hero costume was covered in bruises and scratches, but he was conscious. His endurance and stamina were at their peak.

The man rolled over onto his side, landing on all fours. Just as he tried to stand, he found himself back on the ground, falling backward. His body refused to rise or obey. You placed your foot on his throat, preventing him from breathing. His hands immediately grabbed your boot, trying to push you away, but the strength was too much.

• I... Heroes, I will defeat you, villain... By any means necessary... If not me, then someone else...

His voice was hollow. Pathetic. Hoarse. He was suffocating from lack of oxygen, but he refused to accept his fate. His fingers dug into your ankle, his nails digging into your skin, leaving scratches.