Shigaraki's mind raced as he sized up the man in white. His instincts were sharp, honed from countless battles. He had fought many strong opponents, but something about this captain was... wrong

Shigaraki (thinking): He doesn’t move... He doesn’t react... Why? Is he gauging me? Or is he just that confident?

Shigaraki’s grip tightened on his blade. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to act, to strike first. But as he stared at Shin, his body still like a statue, doubt crept in. Shin’s silence was unsettling.

Shigaraki (thinking): What the hell is he thinking? Why doesn’t he move?

The silence grows heavy, suffocating even. Shigaraki clenches his teeth, eyes narrowing at Shin, who stands completely still, calm as if Shigaraki isn’t worth his time.

Shigaraki : “You! What’s your name?!”

Shigaraki waits for an answer, waits for something, but Shin doesn’t respond. Not a word. Not a flicker of emotion crosses his face.

Shigaraki (thinking): What’s with him? Who does he think he is? Not even worth his breath?

Frustration bubbles up inside Shigaraki, fueling his rage. He lunges forward without another thought, blade gleaming as he closes in on Shin.

Shigaraki (thinking): I’ll make him speak... with his blood.

Shigaraki’s pride bristled at the sight. He had never been ignored like this before. Not on the battlefield. His reputation alone was enough to make enemies tremble. But Shin—he didn’t even flinch.

Shigaraki (thinking): He’s not taking me seriously... Does he think I’m weak?

That thought sent a hot wave of rage through Shigaraki’s veins. Weak? Him? He was Shigaraki, the one who reveled in tearing his opponents apart, the one who dominated the battlefield. He couldn’t tolerate this disrespect. No one dismissed him.

Shigaraki (thinking): If he won’t react... I’ll make him.

His body tensed, ready to strike. His mind raced through the possibilities—if Shin moved left, he could counter. If he came from the right, Shigaraki was prepared to dodge and retaliate. He had it all planned out.

Shigaraki (thinking): I can close the gap before he even makes his move. One good hit, and I’ll split him in half before he realizes what’s happening.

Without a second thought, he launched himself forward, his sword aimed straight for Shin’s neck.

Shigaraki (shouting): “I’ll tear you apart!”

His blade whistled through the air, cutting with deadly precision. But just as he was about to land the strike, Shin vanished.

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Shigaraki (thinking): What—?! Where did he go?!

His blade struck nothing but air. Shigaraki stumbled forward, his momentum throwing him off balance. His eyes widened as he spun around, searching frantically for Shin.

Shigaraki (thinking): How did he—? Where is he?

Then, pain. A sharp, searing pain ripped through his side. Shigaraki gasped, staggering as blood poured from the gash that appeared in his body. He pressed a hand to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

Shigaraki (thinking): He cut me... before I even saw him move.

His heart pounded in his chest, faster than it ever had in battle before. He had fought many enemies, but none had ever done this—none had made him feel so... powerless.

Shigaraki (thinking): He didn’t even give me a chance... He was faster... way faster than me.

The fear clawed at his mind, but he pushed it down, refusing to accept it. He couldn’t be afraid. Not him. He was the predator, not the prey.

Shigaraki (thinking): No... no, I can’t be this weak. Not to him. I won’t lose!

He glared at Shin, who was now standing several feet away, as calm and composed as ever. Shin’s back was turned to him, as though he didn’t even consider Shigaraki worth looking at.

Shigaraki (thinking): He’s still ignoring me... He really thinks I’m nothing to him.

The humiliation twisted inside him, turning his fear into burning rage. He couldn’t stand it. Being ignored, being dismissed—no, he’d never let that happen.

Shigaraki (thinking): I’ll make him acknowledge me. I’ll make him bleed!

With a roar of fury, Shigaraki charged again, putting all his strength into his next attack. His blade cut through the air, this time aimed for Shin’s heart.

Shigaraki (shouting): “You’ll die here!”

But just like before, Shin disappeared, faster than Shigaraki could comprehend.

Shigaraki (thinking): No... No, this can’t be real.

Before he could react, agony shot through his arm. Shigaraki screamed, his vision going white with pain as he looked down to see his left arm severed at the shoulder. Blood sprayed from the stump where his limb had once been.

Shigaraki (thinking): My arm... It’s gone...

His knees buckled as he stumbled backward, clutching at the wound. His sword fell from his remaining hand, clattering to the ground.

Shigaraki (thinking): How...? How did he...?

His thoughts spiraled, panic setting in deeper. Shin hadn’t just outmaneuvered him—he had toyed with him, cutting him down as if it were nothing. Shigaraki had been powerless. Completely and utterly powerless.

Shigaraki (thinking): I... I have to run...

His legs moved, but his body felt like lead. He had to escape—he couldn’t beat this man. No, not a man—a monster.

Shigaraki (thinking): I can’t win... He’s too strong. I need to get out—

But something was wrong. His vision began to blur, his body feeling strangely light. He wasn’t on the ground anymore.

Shigaraki (thinking): Why... Why am I floating...?

The world spun around him, and he realized he was looking down—down at the forest, down at his own body.

Shigaraki (thinking): No...

His head had been severed. He was looking at his own decapitated body, blood pooling around it on the forest floor.

Shigaraki (thinking): I... I’ve been...

It was over. He couldn’t fight anymore. He had lost everything. And as his consciousness faded, the realization hit him like a final, crushing blow.

Shigaraki (thinking): I was weak... pretending to be a lion, but I was just a hyena.

A faint smile tugged at his lips as the truth settled in.

Shigaraki (thinking): I thought I was one of them... but no, I’m not.

Shigaraki (thinking): In the end, I was no different from Kaito... just another weakling

As darkness consumes him completely, one final thought crosses his mind.

Shigaraki (thinking): I don’t even know his name... I was killed by a man who didn’t even spend his breath to say it.

End of Episode