Vlad Kings Point of View:

I'm on fire.

My Class 1B students are good, but they're not that good. Not enough to beat me. Not today.

This is my game. I'm the villain here, the big bad they have to take down. And I'm going to make sure they remember just how tough their sensei can be. The thrill of combat flows through me as I launch another attack, blasting forward with a fierce grin.

This is too easy.

I watch my students—my "heroes"—scattering, trying to regroup. But they're no match for me. Their tactics are too predictable, their movements too slow. I'm practically dancing around them, taking them out one by one.

Me: Come on, Class 1B!You're supposed to be the heroes! Is this all you've got?

A few of them try to rally, but I'm too quick. Another round of attacks, another set of heroes knocked out. They're doing their best, but they just don't have the firepower to take me down.

And I'm loving it.

Aizawa must be fuming right now. 

He thought his Class 1A had the edge, but look at me—tearing through my own class like a pro villain should.

Bet they are even doing a better job than his.

At least they have teamwork.

But then, something strange happens.

I blink, scanning the battlefield. One of my students—Kinoko Komori—vanishes into the shadows. Just like that. No sound, no struggle, just gone.

Me: What the—?

I shake my head. It's nothing. Probably one of her quirks backfiring. Happens all the time.

But then another student, Yosetsu Awase, disappears just as quickly. And then another. One by one, my students are vanishing, like they're being yanked into the darkness by some unseen force.

I pause, my confident grin faltering.

Okay, what's going on?

Me: Aizawa! I know this is your doing!

There's no answer, but I can feel it. Aizawa's messing with me, pulling strings from the shadows, trying to make me lose control of the situation. Typical Aizawa. Always trying to outsmart me.

Me: You think you can take me down by hiding in the dark? Coward!

Another student, Setsuna Tokage, vanishes into the woods, and this time, I can't shake the feeling that something's really wrong. This isn't just a game anymore. My students are being picked off, and I don't even know how.

Aizawa... you're getting clever, huh?

I step forward cautiously, scanning the trees, trying to figure out where my students are going. There's no sign of a fight, no sounds of struggle. Just silence. The kind that sets my teeth on edge.

Me: Aizawa, you better not be cheating!

Still nothing.

I grit my teeth, frustration bubbling up inside me. This was supposed to be my moment, my chance to show Class 1B how to fight real villains. But now? It feels like I'm the one being outmaneuvered. And that's not something I'm used to.

I move deeper into the woods, my senses on high alert. Another one of my students—Manga Fukidashi—gets yanked into the shadows without a sound while I was about to attack him. This time, I'm sure of it. Something is pulling them in, and it's not part of the plan.

Me: Aizawa! This is your doing, isn't it? You can't fight me head-on, so you're picking off my students from the sidelines like some kind of... puppet master!

Still no answer. 

Just that eerie silence.

I laugh bitterly, trying to shake off the unease crawling up my spine. This is just Aizawa's way of messing with my head. Classic underground hero tactic—he's always been the sneaky type.

But this is too sneaky, even for him.

Another student disappears, and I feel my fists clench. I'm starting to lose track of how many of my class have been picked off, and the worst part is, I don't even know how it's happening. Every time I turn around, another one's gone.

Come on, Vlad. 

You're better than this. 

You're not going to let Aizawa mess with you like this.

But I can't deny it anymore—this is getting weird. My students aren't just losing—they're vanishing without a trace. No injuries, no signs of combat. Just... gone.

Me: Aizawa, if you don't show yourself right now, I swear I'm going to—

I stop, realizing how ridiculous I sound. Talking to the air like I'm actually going to get an answer. But what else can I do? Aizawa's pulling the strings, yanking my class away from me, and I can't do a damn thing about it.

I need to figure this out, fast.

I take a deep breath, trying to stay calm. I've faced worse situations before, but this... this feels different. Like there's a bigger game at play, and I'm not the one calling the shots anymore.

I launch into another fierce attack, hoping to flush out whatever's hiding in the shadows. But it's no use. My students keep disappearing, one after the other, and I can't stop it.

Me: Aizawa, you think this makes you clever? Hiding in the dark like a coward?

But even as I say it, I know something's wrong. This doesn't feel like Aizawa's doing. Not entirely. Sure, he's sneaky, but this level of precision? This level of chaos? It's too perfect.

But who else could be behind it?

Another student vanishes, and I grit my teeth, frustration boiling over. This wasn't part of the plan. I was supposed to be the villain, the unstoppable force. Now, it feels like I'm the one being played.

Me: Aizawa! Whatever you're doing, it won't work! I'm not scared of you!

But the truth is, I'm starting to get scared.

Not of Aizawa.

But of whoever's really pulling the strings here cause Aizawa would have answered my call until now.