Minato stood silently before the imposing Gunga Mountain Villa, a sprawling complex nestled deep within the rugged peaks, shrouded in the pre-dawn gloom. The air was still and cold, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Behind him, Hawks, ever vigilant, fidgeted slightly, his sharp eyes scanning the tree line, while Midnight, surprisingly tense beneath her usual composed exterior, held her whip at the ready. They were the spearhead of the Gunga Mountain operation, a small, yet incredibly potent, strike force. All was quiet, too quiet. They were waiting, poised on the precipice of war, for Nezu's signal.
The comm-link in Midnight's ear finally crackled to life, Nezu's voice, calm and precise, cutting through the silence. "Midnight, this is Nezu. Jaku Hospital raid is commencing. Give Yellow Flash the signal. Synchronize your efforts. May success be with you."
"Understood, Principal," Midnight acknowledged, her voice crisp. She turned to Minato, her eyes serious. "Yellow Flash. Nezu's given the green light. We attack now."
Minato offered a calm nod, his gaze fixed on the villa. The moment had arrived. He extended both hands, placing one firmly on Hawks's shoulder and the other on Midnight's. A flicker of surprise crossed their faces, but before they could question him, a vibrant, warm sensation enveloped them. A pulsating, red-orange aura, reminiscent of the Kyūbi's power, but refined and controlled, erupted from Minato. It coalesced into a chakra cloak, not unlike his own golden one, but distinctively crimson, shimmering around both Hawks and Midnight.
Hawks gasped, his feathers momentarily flaring, as an indescribable surge of power coursed through him. "What is this, Minato-kun?!" he exclaimed, feeling his strength, his speed, his very senses sharpen to an impossible degree. He felt lighter, faster, more resilient than ever before. Midnight's eyes widened behind her mask, a feeling of impenetrable security washing over her. Her movements felt fluid, her whip humming with unseen energy. The subtle pressure she'd felt from him in the meeting was nothing compared to this overwhelming, yet perfectly controlled, amplification. It was like their Quirks had been supercharged, their limits expanded beyond belief.
"It's a layer of my Chakra," Minato explained, his voice calm amidst the growing intensity. "A protective and enhancing cloak. It will keep you secure against enemy attacks, reinforce your Quirks, and allow you to move with greater freedom. Consider it an extra layer of defense and offense. No worries, it won't interfere with your own abilities." He looked at them, a confident smile touching his lips. "It will keep you safe."
He then turned back towards the formidable villa. The time for subtlety was over. Minato brought his hands together in a familiar cross-position, chakra flaring around him. "Alright," he murmured, his voice resonating with power. "Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
With an explosive puff of smoke that billowed outwards, filling the forest clearing, a thousand perfect copies of Minato Namikaze materialized around him. Each clone, clad in a fresh hero suit, stood ready, their expressions mirroring the original's unwavering resolve. The ground vibrated with their collective chakra.
"Attack!" Minato commanded, his voice carrying clearly to every clone. "Neutralize every single target. Prioritize incapacitation, but do not hesitate if they resist lethally!"
The collective might of the thousand Minato clones surged forward, a golden wave of unstoppable force. They charged towards the Gunga Mountain Villa, a fortress designed to withstand conventional hero attacks, but utterly unprepared for an assault of this magnitude and nature. The ground vibrated under their synchronized sprint, a low hum of chakra energy preceding their arrival.
Inside the villa, the early morning calm shattered into pandemonium. Villains, caught completely off guard, scrambled from their beds, snatched weapons, and activated Quirks, their shouts of alarm swallowed by the growing roar outside.
"What in the hell is that?!"
"It's the Yellow Flash! But... there are a thousand of him?!"
"No, no, no! This isn't possible!"
The Minato clones crashed against the villa's outer walls, a multi-faceted assault that defied conventional defense.
One wave of clones, channeling their chakra, began conjuring Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsus. Massive spheres of searing flame erupted from their mouths, slamming into the reinforced walls. The villa's stone and concrete groaned under the intense heat and concussive force, sections melting and crumbling, creating immediate, gaping breaches. Villains attempting to man the walls were engulfed by the inferno, their desperate screams cut short.
"Incinerate them!" one clone roared, launching a rapid succession of smaller, focused fireballs that zipped through windows, setting rooms ablaze and forcing villains into the open. Another group unleashed streams of Fire Style: Phoenix Flower Jutsu, precision-guided fire bullets that chased down agile targets, leaving trails of smoke and the acrid smell of ozone.
Meanwhile, other Minato clones were engaged in close-quarters combat, their unmatched taijutsu skills turning the villa's courtyards into a whirlwind of strikes and evasions. A villain with a 'Bristle Armor' Quirk, his body covered in sharp, defensive spikes, lunged at a clone. But the clone vanished, reappearing behind him with a single, precise Rasengan aimed at his spine. The spiraling chakra tore through the 'Bristle Armor' as if it were paper, knocking the villain unconscious instantly.
"Too slow!" another clone quipped, side-stepping a giant swing from a strength-enhancement Quirk user before delivering a swift kick to his jaw that sent him sprawling.
A group of villains with 'Barrier' Quirks attempted to form a defensive line, erecting transparent shields. Undeterred, a squad of Minato clones slammed their Rasengans directly into the barriers. The sheer, focused rotational force of the chakra spheres created expanding cracks, then rapidly shattered the energy constructs, leaving the villains exposed and vulnerable. Another clone, with a variation, threw a Wind Style: Rasenshuriken, the massive, razor-sharp disc of wind chakra slicing through multiple barriers and villains alike, leaving a path of chaos and destruction.
Villains with ranged Quirks – acid blasts, energy beams, explosive projectiles – found themselves unable to lock onto a single target. The Minato clones moved with blurring speed, constantly shifting, replacing, and teleporting, making them impossible to track. A group of clones using Wind Style: Great Breakthrough unleashed powerful gusts of wind, tearing through the villa's interior, shattering windows, ripping doors from their hinges, and throwing villains off balance, leaving them exposed to follow-up attacks.
"They're too fast!" a villain screamed, desperately trying to fire a sonic blast, only for a Minato clone to appear directly in front of him, forming a Water Style: Water Bullet Jutsu that burst forth, slamming into the villain's face and knocking him out cold.
Other clones, demonstrating mastery over earthen techniques, caused sections of the ground within the villa to erupt, trapping villains in sudden chasms or sending them flying with pillars of earth. Earth Style: Earth Wall jutsus spontaneously manifested, redirecting enemy attacks or blocking escape routes. A particularly large clone created an Earth Style: Golem, a towering, chakra-infused construct of rock that stomped through the villa's main hall, smashing through resistances and swiping aside villains like toys.
Hawks, observing the chaos from the perimeter, could only watch in stunned awe. He had expected Minato to be powerful, but this was beyond anything he could have conceived. A thousand copies, each wielding techniques that defied conventional Quirk understanding, each striking with lethal efficiency. "This is... this is insane!" he muttered into his comms, though no one was listening. "He's not just taking care of it, he's obliterating it! They don't stand a chance!" His feathers, empowered by Minato's chakra cloak, felt almost weightless as he zipped around, catching the rare villain that managed to be thrown outside the villa's crumbling walls, tying them up effortlessly with reinforced feather blades.
Midnight, equally speechless, watched a group of clones use Lightning Style: Chidori, their hands crackling with raw electricity as they sprinted through the villa, piercing through the toughest defenses and leaving villains convulsing in their wake. Her own whip snapped and cracked with newfound speed, a haze of her Somnambulist Quirk seeping from its pores, quickly putting down any villain who even thought about trying to escape the overwhelming golden tide. "This is a massacre," she whispered, not with horror, but with sheer disbelief. "An absolute, terrifyingly efficient massacre."
Minato clones, working in perfect synchronicity, began coordinating more complex attacks. A clone would create a Water Style: Water Prison Jutsu, trapping a group of villains in an inescapable sphere of water, only for another clone to follow up with a Lightning Style: Lightning Release: Purple Electricity, electrifying the water and knocking them all unconscious. The efficiency was brutal.
The sounds of battle were a cacophony of explosions, screams, splintering wood, and shattering stone, all drowned out by the relentless, coordinated assault of the Minato clones. Villains with powerful offensive Quirks, like 'Explosion' or 'Decay', found themselves isolated and overwhelmed before they could unleash their devastating abilities. The clones would swarm them, each delivering precise, incapacitating blows, or instantly teleporting behind them to land a debilitating Rasengan.
Inside the main compound, Mr. Compress, desperate, tried to encapsulate a group of clones, but his movements were too slow, his focus fractured by the sheer number of targets. He found himself surrounded, a dozen Rasengans converging on him from all sides before he could react. The compression of chakra overwhelmed his own Quirk, rendering him unconscious before he could even activate his self-preservation mechanism.
Spinner, trying to rally his few remaining followers, found himself utterly outmatched by the raw taijutsu of a lone Minato clone. His sword clanged uselessly against the clone's chakra-enhanced fist, before a swift, targeted kick sent him sprawling into unconsciousness.
The villa's defenses, built to withstand Pro Heroes, crumbled like sandcastles. Doors were blown off their hinges by Rasengans, walls disintegrated under elemental barrages, and the very ground became a treacherous trap. The air filled with the scent of smoke, ozone, and the distinct, coppery tang of fear. The PLF members, numbering in the hundreds, were not just defeated; they were utterly routed, paralyzed by the sheer, unyielding force of a thousand Minatos.
A villain with an 'Amplification' Quirk, seeing his comrades fall, shrieked into a communicator, "Shigaraki-sama! We're being annihilated! It's the Yellow Flash! He brought an army of himself! We can't hold them! We need—" His transmission was cut short as a Rasengan tore through the wall beside him, rendering him unconscious.
Panic was absolute. The once formidable Paranormal Liberation Front, proud of their numbers and their radical ideals, found themselves facing an enemy beyond their comprehension. They scattered, some surrendering, others trying futilely to escape, only to be scooped up by the ever-present golden blur of a Minato clone. No one could pinpoint the original, no one could predict their movements. They were everywhere, nowhere, an impossible storm of power.
The villa itself began to groan, its foundations stressed to their breaking point by the relentless, focused attacks. Structural integrity was compromised. The battle, if it could even be called that, was winding down. Most of the villains were either incapacitated, captured, or utterly terrified into submission.
Deep within the crumbling structure, a guttural roar, filled with primal rage and absolute loyalty, began to resonate. The very earth outside the villa, specifically near a fortified, blast-proof exit that the clones had deliberately contained but not yet breached, began to tremble. It was a tremor that grew rapidly, a powerful, seismic vibration.
Suddenly, a massive section of the mountainside adjacent to the villa's deeper levels exploded outwards in a shower of rock and dust. A colossal, monstrous figure, several stories high, with a distorted, rocky body and an expression of unfathomable fury, burst forth from the earth. Its roar echoed through the mountains, a sound that promised utter devastation.
Gigantomachia.
The ground cracked and split beneath his immense weight. He had heard the panicked, cut-off cries from the villa, the last desperate commands from his master, Shigaraki, to converge. His loyalty, an unshakeable, terrifying force, propelled him forward. The air itself seemed to shudder under his colossal presence, and for the first time in the assault, the sheer scale of the enemy truly made itself known. The clones, having rounded up the last of the villa's defenders, paused, their collective attention turning to the towering behemoth that had just emerged. The fight was far from over.