The water cascades off Izuku, Minoru, and Tsuyu as they emerge from the Shipwreck Zone, their uniforms drenched but their spirits lifted by their narrow escape. They had just outmaneuvered the aquatic villains through an ingenious combination of Minoru's sticky spheres, Tsuyu's frog-like agility, and Izuku's analytical mind. The victory, however, proves short-lived.

A piercing sound wave suddenly tears through the USJ facility, its resonance so intense it feels like shattered glass in their ears. The three students collapse to their knees, hands clasped desperately over their ears as the horrific noise reverberates through their bodies. Around them, villains fall to the ground, their own screams of agony adding to the cacophony.

Through watering eyes, Izuku forces himself to look up, and what he sees makes his blood run cold. Towering over the plaza stands a massive creature of midnight scales and crystalline dorsal plates that pulse with an otherworldly pink glow. Beneath its clawed feet lies the Nomu - the League's supposed trump card - pinned and struggling like a mere insect.

"Junea," Izuku whispers, his voice barely audible even to himself. The name catches in his throat as memories flash through his mind - the cheerful girl who had walked beside him in the plaza, her warm smile and gentle demeanor. How could that same person have transformed into this terrifying entity before him?

From his position nearby, Aizawa stares in stunned disbelief. His tactical mind races to process what he's witnessing - the Nomu, a creature engineered to kill All Might himself, had been overwhelmed in mere seconds. The speed defied logic - no being of such massive size should be able to move with that kind of devastating precision.

At the plaza's edge, Shigaraki's composure crumbles entirely. His fingers dig into his neck with increasing desperation as he watches his perfect plan dissolve before his eyes. The mastermind's certainty gives way to something he hasn't felt in a long time: fear.

The USJ facility falls into an eerie silence, broken only by the low growl emanating from Junea's transformed form, her crystalline plates casting an ominous pink glow across the shocked faces of friends and foes alike.

The atmosphere grows heavier as Junea's massive form shifts its attention, her head turning with deliberate slowness toward Shigaraki. Where eyes should be, there are only burning orbs of violet light, their ethereal glow cutting through the facility's hazy air like searchlights. These otherworldly eyes fix upon the blue-haired villain with an intensity that seems to pierce straight through him.

"You did the wrong thing by attacking this school, Shigaraki," Junea's voice emerges as a deep, resonant growl, each word dripping with barely contained fury. The sound reverberates through the facility, her transformed vocal cords lending an inhuman quality to her speech. Her massive jaws, lined with gleaming teeth, clench with each syllable, creating an unsettling display of restrained power.

Shigaraki's usual confident demeanor cracks further. A visible tremor runs through his body as the realization hits him - this creature, this student he had dismissed as just another obstacle, knows his identity. His mind races frantically, fingers scratching at his neck with increased intensity. The fact that she knows his name while he remains ignorant of hers shifts the power dynamic dramatically, adding another layer to his mounting unease. This wasn't part of the plan. None of this was part of the plan.

The space between them crackles with tension as predator and prey lock eyes, the roles now reversed from what Shigaraki had initially intended when orchestrating this attack.

The air distorts and shimmers as Kurogiri materializes beside Shigaraki, his dark mist body swirling with anxious intensity, the yellow slits of his eyes narrowed with concern. "Are you alright, Tomura?" he asks, his usually smooth baritone carrying an uncharacteristic tremor. But Shigaraki remains lost in his own spiral of disbelief, his blood-shot eyes fixed on the savage spectacle unfolding before them.

Junea's massive form towers over the Nomu, her crystalline dorsal plates pulsing with waves of neon pink energy that cast an otherworldly glow across the facility. Her claws, each longer than a human arm, sink deep into the Nomu's engineered flesh, tearing through layers of shock absorption and super regeneration as if they were tissue paper. The sound of the Nomu's supposedly indestructible body being torn apart fills the air - a horrific cacophony of ripping muscle, splintering bone, and inhuman shrieks that echo off the USJ's domed ceiling.

"How..." Shigaraki's voice emerges as barely more than a whisper, his cracked lips barely moving beneath the disembodied hand that serves as his mask. His fingers work frantically against his neck, nails digging crescents into the already raw and bleeding skin. Flakes of dead skin drift down like macabre snowflakes as his scratching intensifies. "How can a simple girl be that strong?"

The question dissipates into the chaos-filled air as Junea's jaws clamp down on the Nomu's shoulder, her teeth - each as long as a combat knife - sinking through muscle and bone with terrifying ease. The Nomu's renowned regeneration factor struggles to keep up with the damage, new flesh forming only to be immediately shredded by another savage assault. Purple light blazes from her eyes, casting stark shadows across the scene of destruction as their perfect weapon, their ultimate trump card, is systematically dismantled by a threat they never saw coming.

Kurogiri's mist body ripples with unease as he watches his young charge unravel, all their careful planning dissolving as quickly as the Nomu's flesh beneath Junea's relentless assault. The League of Villains' grand entrance into the spotlight of villainy is transforming into something else entirely - a brutal demonstration of how badly they had underestimated their opponents.

In one terrifyingly fluid motion, Junea's massive jaws - lined with rows of serrated teeth each the size of combat knives - clamp around the Nomu's head. Her teeth pierce through the creature's reinforced skull with a sound like shattering pottery, dark fluid spurting between her teeth as they sink through layers of bone, tissue, and enhanced brain matter. With a violent wrench that sends vibrations through the plaza floor, she tears the head clean off, severing muscle, spine, and arteries in one devastating bite.

The head arcs through the air, a grotesque projectile trailing ribbons of dark blood and tissue, before landing with a wet, meaty thud mere inches from Shigaraki's feet. It rolls slightly on the cracked concrete, coming to rest with its lifeless eyes - all four of them - staring up at the League's leader. The exposed neck tissue still twitches, trying futilely to regenerate without its central nervous system to guide the process.

The Nomu's decapitated body stands for a moment longer, like a macabre puppet with cut strings, before collapsing heavily to the ground. Blood pumps from its severed neck in diminishing spurts, spreading across the plaza in dark rivers that flow between the cracks in the concrete. The supposedly ultimate weapon twitches sporadically, its enhanced muscles responding to random neural impulses, before finally going still - nothing more than an empty shell of artificially engineered flesh.

Junea's titanic form moves toward Aizawa with an almost impossible grace, each step precisely placed despite her enormous size. Her crystalline dorsal plates pulse with waves of bioluminescent pink energy, casting shifting shadows across the scene. The concrete barely trembles beneath her careful footfalls as she approaches her injured teacher.

Aizawa, still on his knees, cradles his shattered elbow against his body. Blood trickles down his face from various wounds, his capture weapon hangs in tatters around his shoulders, and his normally sharp eyes are bloodshot and swollen from overuse of his Quirk. He stares up at his transformed student, his professional composure warring with pure astonishment.

"How?" The question escapes him in a hoarse whisper, carrying all the weight of his years of experience and the shock of realizing one of his students harbored such devastating power.

The massive kaiju turns her head down toward him, and something shifts in her monstrous features. The aggressive set of her armored jaw softens slightly, the brilliant purple light of her eyes dims to a gentler glow, and her crystalline plates pulse with a softer, almost comforting rhythm. Though still a towering engine of destruction, for just a moment, hints of the student he knows shine through.

"As I said," she rumbles, her transformed voice like distant thunder yet somehow maintaining an echo of her human tone, "natural-born power." The words reverberate through the air, carrying both pride and a hint of melancholy, as if acknowledging the weight of possessing such tremendous strength.

Junea's massive head tilts upward toward the USJ's damaged dome, her armored neck extending to its full length. The crystalline plates along her back begin to pulse with increasing intensity, waves of neon pink energy building from her tail to her head like charging capacitors. Deep in her throat, a glow begins to build, violet light seeping between her scales and illuminating her neck from within.

Then she roars.

The sound is beyond anything natural - a primal, earth-shattering bellow that shakes the very foundations of the USJ. The dome's existing cracks spider-web further under the acoustic assault, small shards of glass raining down like glittering rain. The sound carries layers within it - there's the deep bass that rattles bones and organs, a higher piercing tone that makes ears ring, and something else, something almost musical in its terrible power. Her crystalline plates flash in rhythm with the roar, turning the entire scene into a display of light and sound that overwhelms every sense.

The remaining villains cover their ears in terror, many falling to their knees. Windows throughout the facility shatter, sending cascades of glass tinkling to the ground. The very air seems to vibrate with the force of her cry, creating visible distortions like heat waves rising from hot pavement.

It's not just a roar of victory - it's a declaration, a warning, and a challenge all in one.

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