MHA; Natsu Dragneel!

**Chapter 14: The Shrouded Attack**

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the vast expanse of USJ. The students stood in a semi-circle, their eyes fixed on Thirteen as she outlined various rescue scenarios with practiced ease. Aizawa, ever the silent sentinel, stood off to the side, his eyes scanning the horizon with a vigilance that spoke of years of experience. Natsu, however, was elsewhere—his gaze distant, as if he were listening to a whisper only he could hear.

The air was thick with anticipation, a charged silence that hung over the group like a shroud. And then, in an instant, it shattered. The atmosphere shifted, darkening as if a cloud had suddenly obscured the sun. From the heart of the training field, a swirling, malevolent black mist began to form, coalescing into the shapes of figures—The League of Villains.

The students froze, their eyes wide with shock and fear. Kirishima's fists clenched, his knuckles turning white as he prepared for battle. "What the... villains?!" he exclaimed, his voice cutting through the stunned silence.

"Stay calm!" Aizawa barked, his voice steady and commanding, though his scarf already fluttered with the beginnings of a powerful quirk. But before anyone could react, the black mist from Kurogiri erupted, a churning vortex of darkness that swallowed the entire group in an instant.

The mist was thick, impenetrable, and it moved with a malevolent intent, pulling the students apart like leaves in a storm. One by one, they were torn from the group, hurled into different corners of the facility with terrifying efficiency.

Iida's face was a mask of panic as he realized what was happening. "We need to stay together!" he yelled, his voice lost in the chaos. But it was too late; the mist had already separated them, flinging each student to a different zone of the facility.

Natsu, Yaoyorozu, and a few others found themselves deposited in a deserted cityscape within USJ. The sudden shift in temperature and the eerie silence that enveloped them was almost palpable. Natsu landed with a thud, his body absorbing the impact, while Yaoyorozu landed gracefully beside him, her eyes wide with concern.

Meanwhile, in the heart of the facility, Iida was thrown to another location. He knew he had to act fast, that he was their only hope of warning the teachers. With a determination that burned as brightly as any flame, he sprinted through the chaos, dodging villains and leaping over debris with a speed that surprised even himself.

"Go, Iida! We're counting on you!" Midoriya shouted, his voice barely audible over the din of battle. Iida pushed harder, his legs pumping with a ferocity he didn't know he possessed. He knew that the lives of his friends—and perhaps even his teachers—depended on him reaching the others in time.

Back at the center of the facility, Aizawa was already in the thick of it, his scarf a blur of motion as he took down villain after villain with precision and skill. His eyes were cold, calculating, as he canceled quirks with a single, decisive look. But the sheer number of enemies was overwhelming, and the battle was quickly becoming a war of attrition.

Just as Aizawa began to gain the upper hand, a shadow loomed over him. From behind the villains, Nomu emerged, a towering, monstrous figure that seemed to embody the very essence of destruction. Aizawa's eyes narrowed, his resolve steeling as the creature charged toward him, its power evident in every lumbering step.

In the deserted city zone, Natsu and Yaoyorozu found themselves surrounded by a group of villains. The enemies laughed at their predicament, clearly unaware of the power they were facing.

Yaoyorozu's face was a study in controlled panic as she assessed the situation. "We need to find a way out of here, or at least a strategy to deal with them. Maybe I can—"

But before she could finish, Natsu's grin widened, and flames began to flicker at the edges of his fists. "Nah, the solution's simple: we fight," he interrupted, his voice confident, almost cocky.

The villains burst into laughter, clearly underestimating their opponent. "You? Against us? You're outnumbered!" one of them sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

Natsu only smirked, the flames around his fists growing stronger as he stepped forward. "You guys have no idea who you're dealing with. This is your grave," he declared, his voice filled with a confidence that belied the danger they were in.

Yaoyorozu watched him, her brow furrowed in concern. "Natsu, this is reckless. There has to be a better way! Fighting them all head-on isn't logical."

Before she could say more, Happy, perched on Natsu's shoulder, chimed in with his usual cheerfulness. "Don't worry, Yaoyorozu. Natsu never loses, not when it matters!"

Yaoyorozu's confusion was evident, but there was a glimmer of understanding in her eyes. "What do you mean?" she asked, though she already suspected the answer.

With a wide grin, Happy explained, "Natsu's a member of Fairy Tail. And that means no matter what happens, he'll come out on top!"

Yaoyorozu didn't fully understand the significance of those words, but the trust in Natsu's abilities was clear. She watched quietly as Natsu, emboldened by the flames swirling around his fists, charged toward the villains with a roar.

The flames erupted from his hands, a wave of fire that engulfed the enemies in its path. The heat was intense, forcing the villains to scatter in fear. They had underestimated him, and now they were paying the price.

Natsu's fists collided with the first villain, sending him crashing into a nearby wall. Flames danced around his body as he delivered a barrage of fiery punches, each one more powerful than the last. The villains, initially cocky, were now scrambling to defend themselves, completely caught off guard by his strength.

Yaoyorozu, seeing Natsu's ferocity, quickly crafted a shield, standing her ground and ready to support him in whatever way she could. "This is insane..." she muttered, but there was an undeniable admiration in her voice.

As the fight raged on, Natsu's laughter echoed through the deserted city. "You guys should've stayed home! You dug your own graves!" he taunted, his grin never faltering, even as the flames around him grew more intense.

But just as it seemed they were gaining the upper hand, the ground beneath them rumbled ominously. From the shadows of the city emerged an even greater threat—Nomu, its hulking form towering over the battlefield. It had left Aizawa to deal with other villains and now stood before Natsu, an unstoppable force of nature.

The air grew thick with tension as the true challenge arrived, and both Natsu and Yaoyorozu braced themselves for the next round. The battle was far from over, and the stakes had never been higher.

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