Journey through all the multi-verse

Momo's POV

The crowd erupted in cheers for the heroes. Laughter and shouts of victory filled the air, drowning out the faint unease in Momo's chest. From where I knelt, the world blurred around me, but one image remained seared in my mind: Kirito's lifeless, hollow gaze. His dark eyes, once so full of warmth and curiosity, now reflected only a void that sent shivers down my spine as if the very spark that made him who he was had been extinguished.

As the crowd's cheers for the heroes faded into background noise. My focus shifted to Lickter, who stood smugly with his lackeys, his chest puffed out in self-satisfaction. He turned to me, a triumphant grin plastered across his face, waiting for my praise. I felt my hands ball into fists. I wanted to yell at him, to let him know exactly what I thought of his despicable actions. 

"Didn't I tell you my plan would work?" he said, his tone dripping with arrogance.

I didn't answer. Rage bubbled inside me, but my attention was stolen by a sudden commotion.

The pro hero holding Kirito, still in his enhanced form, began to falter. His arms trembled as if he were struggling to maintain his grip on Kirito's small frame. My heart clenched as I saw Kirito still struggling, Tears streaked down Kirito's cheeks as he mumbled something, too faint for me to hear.

The hero's expression changed, his eyes wide with shock. "What… what did you hit him with?" he demanded, turning his head sharply toward Emotion Man.

The support hero barely spared him a glance and smirked. "A concentrated beam of negative energy. He replied dismissively. "Knocks 'em out cold and gives a real good dose of nightmares. Works every time."

The first hero's jaw clenched. "You fool—he's just a kid!"

"You seemed to be having some trouble with him, let me give him another dose."

Before he could say more, Emotion Man fired another beam, striking Kirito again. A scream tore from his throat, raw and heart-wrenching, before his body went limp once more.

"Stop it!" the first hero yelled.

I couldn't stand by any longer. I stepped forward to intervene, only for Lickter to grab my arm, yanking me back.

"Where are you going, Momo? You're supposed to—"

I didn't let him finish. My frustration boiled over, and I delivered a swift kick between his legs. He crumpled to the ground with a pained groan as I ran toward Kirito.

Before I could reach him, Lickter's lackeys grabbed me, their grip tight as I struggled to break free.

"Let me go!" I yelled, struggling against their grip.

And then it happened.

A suffocating pressure descended upon the courtyard, freezing everyone in place. Waves of sheer force rippled through the air, making my heart race and my breaths come in short gasps.

I turned toward the source, my eyes widening in horror.

I gaze at Kirito. His entire body was enveloped in a crackling blue energy, his breaths shallow and labored. Small blue flames escaped his mouth with every exhale, flickering like warning signals.

Then, I saw it—blood dripping from his eyes. His black irises began to shift, a crimson red bleeding into them as a single tomoe formed. Then another. And another.

The three tomoe rotated slowly at first, then faster and faster, until they became a blur within the crimson pools. With a final, piercing cry, Kirito shattered the hero's grip.

Blue flames erupted from his feet, propelling him forward as he delivered a devastating knee strike to the hero's temple. The pro hero was sent hurtling into a nearby table, crashing headfirst into the wooden frame.

This wasn't the boy I met. Gone was the gentle, determined boy I had come to care for. In his place was a desperate, feral creature, his body tensed like a cornered animal.

His stance shifted, and he dropped onto all fours low and primal, his sharpened canines bared in a feral snarl. His crimson eyes darted around, scanning the area, while low, guttural growls emanated from his throat. His sharpened canines glinted in the firelight, adding to the primal aura that surrounded him. A burst of blue flame came out of his hands and feet.

The crowd stood frozen, too terrified to move.

Kirito's low and menacing growl echoed across the dancefloor, sending chills down my spine. The boys holding me released their grip, backing away in fear.

From the wreckage of the table, the hero staggered to his feet, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. To my surprise, he didn't retaliate. Instead, he raised his hands in a calming and placating gesture.

"It's okay, kid," he said softly. "None of this is real. You're under the influence of a quirk. It's not your fault."

But Kirito didn't seem to hear him. His growling intensified, his body tensing as if ready to strike.

The masked hero motioned for everyone to remain still. "No sudden movements," he warned, his voice barely above a whisper. "Slow, deliberate steps only."

The hero motioned to his partner. "Don't make any sudden moves. Let me handle this."

For a moment, it seemed as though the situation might de-escalate.

Then High Rider, having regained consciousness, decided to intervene.

Before anyone could react, High Rider fueled by rage and humiliation, charged forward, a fiery beam shooting from his eyes. His pride wounded, he aimed a blast of fire directly at Kirito.

"Stay down, brat!" he roared.

Kirito moved like a blur, diving through the flames as if they were nothing. He flipped through the air, delivering a punishing kick to High Rider's jaw. The impact sent the hero flying, unconscious once more.

Before anyone could react, Kirito turned his attention to the masked hero. With a speed that cracked the ground beneath him, he drove his fist into the man's stomach, forcing the air from his lungs and breaking his transformation turning him into a thin and skinny man. That sent him flying into Emotion Man, who had been standing just behind him.

Both heroes tumbled to the ground in a heap, groaning in pain.

The ballroom was silent, save for the crackling of Kirito's flames.

Three pro heroes were defeated by a single boy.

Momo's heart raced as she stared at Kirito, torn between awe and terror.

Gasps erupted from the crowd.

As Emotion Man, disentangling himself somewhat from the pile, fired another beam toward Kirito.

Kirito dodged effortlessly, retaliating with a bolt of blue fire. The hero, still entangled on the ground, couldn't move in time. Just as the attack was about to land, a towering figure stepped between them.

That's when Endeavor intervened.

"Enough," he said, stepping forward and raising his arm. His fiery gauntlet absorbed the blue flames, dispersing them into harmless embers.

The number two hero stood firm, his intense gaze locked onto Kirito.

"Standown boy or you might get burned."

But all he received in response was a low, guttural growl from Kirito, his flames intensifying. The sound was primal, filled with raw defiance and rage.

Endeavor's eyes narrowed. Unfazed by the growl, he took a step closer, his immense presence meant to intimidate. Instead, it provoked Kirito further. Blue flames roared to life, engulfing Kirito's hands and feet, licking hungrily at the air around him. The sheer heat radiating from the flames caused the dancefloor beneath him to bubble and melt, the acrid smell of burning material filling the air.

Endeavor raised a brow, unimpressed and annoyance flashed across Endeavor's face. Without hesitation, he raised his arms and fired three bolts of fire at Kirito, the flames streaking through the air like fiery comets.

Kirito reacted instantly. Blue fire burst from his palms, firing back at Endeavor's attack. The two sets of flames collided mid-air, creating a dazzling display of sparks and embers. But what happened next left everyone stunned.

Kirito's blue flames not only intercepted Endeavor's attack but also consumed it, continuing their trajectory toward the pro-hero. Endeavor scoffed, bringing his arms up in an X-shaped guard. The blue firebolt slammed into him, pushing him back three steps. When the smoke cleared, he glanced at his gauntlets, his eyes narrowing at the damage. Three large impact marks were scorched into the once-pristine metal, the material warping under the intense heat making them useless.

"Interesting," Endeavor muttered, his tone tinged with annoyance and grudging respect.

Before he could act again, a crushing aura descended upon the dancefloor. It was suffocating, heavy, and filled with the promise of death.

My knees buckled beneath me, forcing me to the ground. The oppressive aura thickened, pressing down on everyone. Many in the crowd scream turned to silence as many fainted, including Lickter and his lackeys. Even Endeavor faltered, his stoic facade cracking for a brief moment and his stance shifting slightly.

 I force myself to look at Kirito, seeing crimson energy begin to wrap around him, dark and ominous, like a living entity. Red patches formed along his skin like cracks. He began to growl more becoming more animal, more menacing his sharp canines bare at Endeavor as he snarled at him.

The sight was terrifying, and yet... heartbreaking.

"Kirito!"

The voice broke through the tension, soft yet filled with urgency.

I turned my head toward the sound and saw Ms.Tamayo, Kirito's mother, standing at the edge of the chaos. Her face was etched with sadness and worry, her hands trembling slightly as she clasped them together. Beside her were Kirito's family, their expressions a mirror of her own, their collective presence a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding them.

Kirito turned, his crimson eyes locking onto Tamayo. Tears mingled with blood, streamed down his face as he whispered, "Mama…"

His voice was small, trembling with fear and hope, like a child lost in the dark.

Tamayo's lips parted to respond, but before she could, Endeavor took the opportunity to act, firing a flaming net at Kirito.

The flames closed In quickly, but before they could reach their target. In a flash of moments, Iroh stepped forward with practiced ease, his hand slicing through the air in a horizontal motion. The flaming net dispersed instantly, breaking apart into harmless embers that floated to the ground.

"Enough of this," Iroh commanded, his voice calm but authoritative.

The crimson energy surrounding Kirito began to fade, and the blue flames started to flicker away until they were no more. His crimson eyes dulled, reverting to their original black as his body sagged with exhaustion.

Tamayo moved swiftly, closing the distance between herself and her son. She caught him just as his legs gave out, pulling him into her arms. She knelt with him on the ground, cradling him close as she checked him over, her hands gentle but firm.

"Kirito," she murmured, holding him tightly as if to shield him from the world.

Four guards who had accompanied Tamayo stepped forward, forming a protective circle around mother and son, their stoic expressions daring anyone to come closer.

"What is the meaning of this?" Iroh demanded, his voice sharper, laced with authority. like thunder.

My parents stepped forward, their faces etched with anger and concern. "We demand an explanation," my father added, his voice filled with both anger and worry.

I was, unable to contain myself any longer, scrambled to my feet, and ran toward my parents. The weight of everything—the fight, the fear, the helplessness—came crashing down onto me.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I threw myself into my father's arms. Tears streamed down my face, my words tumbling out in broken sobs as I clung to my father.

My mother knelt beside me, stroking my hair soothingly, as my father held me close. "It's alright, Momo," mother whispered. "We're here now. You're safe."

But as I buried my face into Father's chest, my thoughts remained on Kirito. The image of his broken, tear-streaked face haunted me, a stark reminder of how quickly everything had spiraled out of control.

Through my tears, I glanced back at Kirito, still cradled in his mother's arms. His broken, tear-bloody-streaked face was a haunting image I would never forget.

I won't let this happen again.