Location: Musutafu Junior High – Classroom 2-B
Date: Friday | 02:00 PM
The afternoon sun was shining outside, but the mood inside the classroom was completely heavy.
The teacher was just sitting at his desk, staring out the window. He had totally given up trying to teach math today.
All the students were huddled together in small groups.
They were whispering, looking down at the glowing screens of their phones.
They were watching the sa video over and over again. The midnight broadcast from Sato X News.
"Did you see the way their skin cracked?" a boy whispered, shivering. "They just turned to ash. That isn't normal."
"And the bombs," a girl added, hugging her backpack to her chest. "They said those guys are from Tartarus. What if one of those bombs is hidden near our school?"
BAM.
Mina Ashido slamd both of her hands flat on her desk.
Everyone jumped and looked at her.
Mina had her pink hair tied back. She put on a massive, confident grin, trying to cheer her friends up. She hated seeing everyone so scared.
"Oh, co on guys! Don't let so late-night rumor ruin your Friday!" Mina said loudly. "So what if so bad guys got out? We have the best heroes in the world!"
She pointed a thumb at her own chest, looking super proud.
"Rember what happened to my family on the suspension bridge?" Mina boasted, her eyes shining. "Mirko dropped right out of the sky! She caught a whole minivan and kicked five huge guys into next week! If Mirko was at the bay last night instead of Ryukyu, those thugs would've gotten their heads kicked off before they even had ti to turn to dust!"
A few kids laughed. The tension in the corner of the room dropped a little bit. Mina's energy was contagious.
But a few rows back, Eijiro Kirishima wasn't laughing.
He sat alone at his desk. He had his normal, flat black hair. He stared down at his phone screen, watching the villains scream and burn up into grey ash.
His hands were shaking.
He quickly shoved his hands under his desk and clenched them into tight fists. He pressed them against his legs, trying to make the shaking stop.
'Co on, man,' Kirishima thought to himself, grinding his teeth. 'Stop it. Real heroes don't get scared from watching a video on their phone.'
He looked over at Mina. She was laughing and hyping everyone up. She was so brave.
She almost fell off a bridge, and she still trusted the heroes completely.
Kirishima felt a heavy knot of sha in his stomach. He felt pathetic. If a monster like that showed up right now, he knew he would just freeze.
BEEEEP.
BEEEEP.
The loud, sharp sound of the school's ergency alert system blared through the speakers.
The large television mounted in the front corner of the classroom suddenly turned on by itself.
The screen showed the main press room of the Hero Public Safety Commission.
It was packed with reporters. The cara was pointed straight at the wooden podium.
The classroom went dead silent. Everyone stared at the screen.
The HPSC President walked up to the podium. She didn't look scared. She didn't look like she was hiding anything.
She looked completely calm, professional, and in control.
Standing right behind her were the two biggest pillars of society.
Endeavor, the Number Two Pro Hero. And Best Jeanist, the Number Three Pro Hero.
["Good afternoon, citizens," the President said. Her voice was steady and clear. "I know many of you stayed up late last night watching a broadcast from Sato X News. I am here today to give you the actual facts."]
She looked directly into the cara lens.
["The footage you saw is real. But the reports attached to it is a malicious, calculated lie ant to cause public terror," she stated firmly.]
The students in the classroom leaned forward.
["Tartarus has not fallen," the President continued, not missing a single beat. "We were conducting a highly classified, heavily guarded transfer of so specific inmates last night. That transport was ambushed. But as you saw in the footage, our top heroes were already there. They handled the situation instantly."]
["What about those villains who turned to ash?!" a reporter yelled from off-screen.]
["The ash phenonon is not a conspiracy," the President answered smoothly. "The prisoners ingested a highly unstable, illegal drug to avoid going back to prison. It had a lethal chemical reaction. And the lting cylinders they carried were just cheap, acid-based explosives used by street gangs. The acid lted the casings when the heroes disard them. That is all."]
In the classroom, a collective breath of relief swept through the room.
"See?" Mina smiled broadly, leaning back in her chair. "Just a bad drug and so cheap bombs. Nothing to freak out about."
On the screen, the President stepped back.
Endeavor walked up to the microphone.
Usually, the Fla Hero looked angry and unapproachable on television.
But lately, things had changed. Thanks to his new reality TV show and the PR guidance from Kaito, Endeavor looked different. He looked grounded. He looked like a stern but caring father.
He didn't yell. He just looked out at the reporters.
["I know people are scared today," Endeavor said, his deep voice carrying a strange, reassuring warmth. "It is okay to be worried when you hear bad news. But you need to know the truth. The streets are secure. The agencies are working together. My sidekicks, and the sidekicks of every hero behind , are out there right now making sure your neighborhoods are safe."]
He crossed his massive arms.
["Go to school. Go to work. Have dinner with your families tonight," Endeavor said firmly. "We have the watch. You are safe."]
Best Jeanist stepped up right beside him.
["Endeavor speaks the truth," Best Jeanist said, his voice elegant and smooth. "The fabric of our society is woven tightly. Do not let the loose threads of a rumor tear a hole in your peace of mind. We stand united."]
Seeing Rank Two and Rank Three standing shoulder-to-shoulder, completely unbothered, was the ultimate reassurance.
Inside Classroom 2-B, the heavy mood completely vanished.
Kids started smiling.
The teacher finally stood up and wiped his forehead, looking relieved.
Kirishima let out a long, shaky breath. He unclenched his fists and pulled his hands out from under his desk.
The shaking was gone. He smiled a little, feeling a huge weight lift off his chest.
[FLASH.]
[FLASH.]
On the TV, the reporters started shouting questions.
["Endeavor! Are you looking delighted you surpassed Best Jeanist and beca rank 2 again?!"]
["Jeanist, what about your thoughts being rank 3?"]
Then, one voice cut through the noise loud and clear.
["Where is All Might?!" a reporter scread from the back row. "He hasn't been seen on patrol in a month! If everything is fine, why isn't the Symbol of Peace here?!"]
Endeavor and Jeanist didn't blink.
The HPSC President stepped back up to the microphone. She had the perfect answer ready, courtesy of Sir Nighteye.
["All Might is currently deployed on a highly classified secret mission," the President answered cleanly. "He is dealing with matters of security. He trusts us to handle things here at ho. We do not need to pull him away from his duty when Rank Two and Rank Three and all the pro heroes are standing right here."]
She gathered her papers from the podium.
["That concludes this press conference. Thank you."]
The screen cut back to the regular news anchor.
RIING. RIING.
In the classroom, the bell rang.
"Alright everyone, pack it up," the teacher said, clapping his hands. "Have a good weekend. Stay safe out there."
Mina grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She walked out of the room laughing with her friends, totally convinced everything was going to be fine.
Kirishima grabbed his backpack. He looked at his phone one last ti. The news wasn't scary anymore. The heroes had it all under control.
*-*-*-*
Location: Nagano Prefecture – Mountain Ranges
Date: Friday | 08:30 AM
The freezing morning fog hung heavy between the thick pine trees.
Three n crept up the steep, rocky incline. They didn't talk. They didn't snap any branches.
They had even wrapped old rags around their heavy boots to muffle their footsteps against the hard dirt.
The leader walked in front, hugging a heavy tal cylinder to his chest. He had wrapped thick duct tape over the blinking red light near the top so it wouldn't shine through the fog.
"Hey," the youngest guy whispered from the back, his teeth chattering. "Are we close? My hands are freezing."
"Shut up," the leader hissed, stopping to look around the dark woods. "Keep your voice down. You saw the news this day. You saw what happened to the guys in Tokyo."
The third guy swallowed hard, pulling his collar up. "They turned to ash."
"Exactly," the leader muttered, his eyes darting at every shadow. "The Master played us. This covenant is a death sentence if we get caught. So we don't get caught. We find the fault line, we plant the last bomb, and we walk away alive. Understand?"
The two guys nodded quickly. They were terrified. They just wanted to live.
Miles away, inside the warm, brightly lit Main Lodge of the Pussycats Agency.
Ragdoll was sitting in front of the massive command console. Her eyes were glowing a bright li-green as she scanned the mountain range.
Suddenly, she leaned forward and tapped the screen.
"Shino," Ragdoll said, her voice completely dropping its usual bubbly tone. "I got sothing."
Mandalay walked over holding a mug of tea. "A lost hiker?"
"No," Ragdoll frowned, pointing at three small pulsing dots on the digital map. "Three heartbeats. They are moving off-trail, heading straight for the North Ridge fault line. Their heart rates are through the roof. They are stressed out of their minds. And..."
Ragdoll squinted, her Quirk trying to push through a blind spot.
"There's a dead zone right in the middle of them," she said. "A heavy chunk of tal. I can't see through it."
Mandalay set her tea down. The news recently flashed in her mind.
"Going silent," Mandalay said.
She closed her eyes. She didn't touch a radio.
She used her telepathy to push the exact coordinates, the terrain map, and a strict warning directly into the minds of Tiger, Pixie-Bob, and a squad of young sidekicks who were out doing their mountain certification drills.
Out in the woods, the three villains were walking up a narrow dirt path.
They thought they were totally hidden. They thought nobody knew they were there.
Then, the woods got entirely too quiet.
RUMBLE.
The ground directly beneath the villains' feet just gave out.
Pixie-Bob was standing over a mile away, pressing her paws into the dirt. She used Earth Flow to reshape the steep path into a slick, forty-five-degree slide.
"Whoa!" the youngest guy yelled, losing his footing.
Thick walls of dirt shot up from the ground, forcefully separating the three n.
They slid violently down the muddy slope, tumbling head over heels until they crashed into the bottom of a deep, dead-end ravine.
THUD.
THUD.
The leader groaned, spitting mud out of his mouth. He clutched the heavy bomb to his chest and looked up.
Standing on the edge of the ravine, looking down at them, were Tiger and four young sidekicks.
The leader's blood ran completely cold.
They were caught.
He knew exactly what happened next. The mark on his shoulder was going to burn him alive. His desperate instinct to survive instantly turned into pure, cornered madness.
"No! I'm not dying like this!" the leader scread. He ripped the duct tape off the bomb and frantically tried force it with bis quirk. "If I'm dead, you're all coming with !"
SWISH.
Tiger dropped from the ledge like a stone.
He didn't yell a battle cry.
He just landed perfectly behind the leader and hooked his massive arm around the guy's neck in a brutal chokehold.
Tiger slamd him face-first into the dirt, ripping the bomb out of his hands before his finger could even brush the button.
Right on cue, following Mandalay's silent orders, the four young graduates dropped into the ravine.
They tackled the other two villains hard, pinning their arms behind their backs and slapping heavy zip-ties on their wrists in seconds.
"Get off !" the youngest guy cried, thrashing in the mud. "Let go!"
Suddenly, the leader's eyes went wide.
"Ahhhhh!"
He started screaming at the top of his lungs.
The dark mark on his shoulder began to glow a boiling, angry red.
The other two villains started screaming too, their bodies convulsing against the zip-ties.
"Help! Cut my arm off! Please!" the youngest guy begged, looking up at the terrified young sidekick pinning him.
FWOOSH.
Right in front of the heroes' eyes, the three n crumbled. Their skin cracked and broke apart, turning into piles of grey ash.
The cold mountain wind quickly blew the dust through the trees, leaving nothing but empty clothes and plastic zip-ties on the ground.
The four young graduates backed away. One of them fell to his knees, looking completely sick and pale.
"Hey. Breathe," Tiger said, walking over and putting a heavy hand on the kid's shoulder. "You held your ground and did your job. Good work."
HSSSSS.
Tiger spun around.
The tal cylinder lying in the dirt was smoking. It was getting extrely hot, bubbling and lting down into a thick, nasty puddle of toxic sludge.
BAM.
Pixie-Bob landed in the ravine. She didn't hesitate.
She slamd both of her hands onto the ground.
RUMBLE.
The earth shifted fast. She created a thick, dense box of compressed rock completely around the lting bomb.
She sealed the box tight, creating a vacuum to trap the toxic sludge so it wouldn't leak into the mountain's water supply.
She let out a heavy breath and wiped her forehead.
Footsteps crunched on the dirt path above them.
Mandalay walked down into the ravine. She looked at the empty clothes. She looked at the thick rock box Pixie-Bob just made.
"They turned to ash," Tiger said quietly, stepping back from the box. "And the bomb lted, the sa as the footage."
Mandalay pulled her phone out of her pocket. Her face was dead serious.
"This is bad, I don't know what they're goal in planting bombs here," Mandalay said, looking at her team. "This is exactly what Ryukyu and Ingenium fought last night in Tokyo. They aren't just going after the big cities. They are targeting the whole country."
She dialed a number.
"I'm calling HPSC," Mandalay said. "The sa group of people, sa mark, sa motives and sa deat, were not a coincidence. And also search everywhere. Call all available sidekicks in-training to look for places that those villains may have hidden the bombs. Don't let them touch it, just report it. We will do the rest."
"I understand." Tiger agreed.
*-*-*-*
Location: The Quirk Plane
Date: 10:00 AM (Four Days Later)
The sky above the misty city was bright and totally clear.
Toshinori Yagi sat on the edge of the floating building.
He let his legs dangle over the edge, staring out at the endless horizon.
Sigh.
He let out a heavy sigh.
"You look stressed, Toshi," a gentle voice said.
Nana Shimura walked over and sat down right next to him.
She didn't wear a serious ntor face. She just gave him a warm, bright smile and bumped her shoulder against his arm.
All Might rubbed the back of his neck and let out a soft laugh.
"I am stressed, Master," All Might admitted. He looked down at his massive hands. "Kaito-shonen is a great teacher, but this is really hard. Every ti I start to lose my balance up there, my arms just twitch. I keep wanting to throw a punch to stay in the air."
"HAHAHA!"
A loud, booming laugh echoed from behind them.
Daigoro Banjo was leaning against a rooftop AC unit, crossing his thick arms.
"I saw that!" Banjo teased, grinning wide. "You almost punched a hole in the ceiling yesterday! You're a total muscle-head, Number One!"
"Leave him alone, Daigoro," Nana scolded playfully, waving a hand at the bald man.
She turned back to All Might. Her smile softened.
"Daigoro is right about one thing, Toshi," Nana said. "You spent years solving every single problem by smashing it really hard. You punch villains. You punch the wind to jump. It is burned into your muscle mory."
"Isn't that how I'm supposed to use it?" All Might asked, looking a bit lost. "If I push my strength out, I can force myself to stay up, right?"
"No," Nana shook her head. "Think about when you learned to swim at the beach. If you smack the water with all your strength, what happens?"
All Might blinked. "You just splash a lot. And you sink."
"Exactly," Nana smiled. "You have to cup the water. You have to glide with it. The sky is the exact sa thing, Toshi. It's just a lighter ocean. Stop fighting it. Just relax your shoulders, breathe in, and let the world hold you up."
All Might looked out at the bright sky. He thought about the swimming comparison. It made perfect sense.
"Don't fight it," All Might repeated quietly. "Just glide."
Nana put a hand on his wide back. "You can do this. I know you can."
All Might smiled back. The heavy frustration in his chest finally lted away.
"Thank you, Master."
*-*-*-*
All Might opened his eyes.
He sat up on the simple cot inside the bunker's resting room.
He walked out to the main training floor.
Kaito and Gran Torino were standing near the center of the massive room.
Torino was leaning on his cane, eating a small rice ball.
"You look rested," Kaito said, looking up from his tablet.
"I am ready, Kaito-shonen," All Might said, cracking his knuckles. "But I have to be honest. My fighting instincts are still getting in the way. I keep wanting to flex my arms to fix my posture in the air."
"I noticed," Kaito said flatly. "That is why we are breaking that habit today."
Kaito reached into his jacket pocket. He pulled out two normal, raw eggs.
He held them out.
All Might looked at the eggs, completely confused. "Breakfast?"
"Constraints," Kaito corrected. "Hold them. One in each hand."
All Might carefully took the eggs. They looked incredibly tiny in his large hands.
"Do not break them," Kaito instructed, his voice dead serious. "If you flex your arms to use your wind pressure, your muscles will tense up and you will crush those eggs instantly. Today, you are going to fly the obstacle course using only Float and your core body weight."
Torino chuckled, taking a bite of his rice ball. "Better not make an olet, Toshinori."
"And one more thing," Kaito added, pointing at All Might's chest. "Suppress your raw strength, that point of which you produce sparks to unleash your smashes."
All Might blinked. "The static?"
"The red and black lightning is a sign of your raw power leaking out," Kaito explained. "It ans you are brute-forcing this training. I don't want brute force today. I want pure control."
All Might nodded slowly. He understood.
He walked to the starting line on the concrete floor. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He didn't pull on the explosive, raw heat of One For All.
He bypassed it. He reached for the warm, gentle feeling of his Master's quirk.
FWOOSH.
He lifted two feet off the ground.
There was no red sparks. There was no loud crackle of energy. The room was completely quiet.
"Alright," Kaito said, watching his screen. "Navigate through the concrete pillars. Go."
Swish. Swoosh.
All Might drifted forward. He kept his hands open, holding the raw eggs gently.
He approached the first thick pillar. He needed to turn left.
His instinct kicked in. His right arm twitched, wanting to throw a small 5% Smash to push himself to the side.
CRACK.
He felt the eggshell in his right hand splinter just a tiny bit.
He imdiately stopped flexing. He froze in the air.
"Stop keeping your back so stiff, Toshinori!" Gran Torino yelled from the floor. "You aren't standing at a press conference! Tilt your hips! Pitch, yaw, and roll! Lean your center of gravity to steer!"
All Might rembered the swimming advice.
He didn't punch the air. He just tilted his left shoulder down and shifted his hips.
SWOOSH.
His body naturally glided to the left, perfectly curving around the concrete pillar.
"Ha!" All Might laughed, a huge smile breaking across his face. "I did it! It really is just like swimming!"
He zipped around the next three pillars, tilting his body weight to turn. He looked totally relaxed. He wasn't fighting the gravity anymore.
"He's getting it," Torino grinned, leaning on his cane.
"Let's see how he handles interference," Kaito said smoothly.
Kaito reached over to the main control panel and slamd his hand on a large yellow button.
WHIRRRRR.
Loud, heavy grinding echoed from the walls. Four massive industrial ventilation fans turned on all at once.
WHOOSH.
Intense, chaotic crosswinds blasted across the training room. The wind hit All Might from three different directions.
All Might instantly lost his balance. He started spinning in the air.
"Whoa!" All Might yelled.
His arms tensed up hard. He was about to crush both eggs and blast the wind away with pure strength.
'Cup the water, Toshi. Glide with it.'
Nana's voice echoed in his head.
All Might forced his arms to relax. He looked at the crosswinds.
He didn't try to stop the wind. He just leaned his massive chest right into the heavy draft.
He used the pushing wind to stabilize his own weight.
All Might stopped spinning. He hovered perfectly in place, suspended in the middle of the chaotic storm, holding the two unbroken eggs out in front of him.
Down on the floor, Gran Torino let out a loud, impressed whistle.
Kaito hit the button again. The massive fans slowly spun down and the room went quiet.
All Might drifted down and landed softly on his feet. He didn't make a single sound when his boots touched the concrete.
He walked over and handed the two raw eggs back to Kaito.
"Not a single crack on that one," All Might grinned, pointing at the left egg. "The right one got a little bruised at the start."
Kaito took the eggs and looked at his tablet. The vitals were perfect.
"You suppressed the your raw strength. You steered with your core. And you stabilized in a crosswind without using your fists," Kaito listed off calmly.
He looked up and gave All Might a small nod. "Good work, All Might. You just cleared the basic and interdiate drills exactly four days."
"Thank you, Kaito-shonen," All Might said, wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead.
"Take the weekend to rest," Kaito said, turning toward the exit. "Next ti, we move to the advanced ones. It is ti to start with the ultimate moves. Better prepare to na them one by one."
"This guy will probably use all the states in Arica." Gran Torino complained on the side.
"Hahaha!" All Might sheepishly laughed.
*-*-*-*
Location: Might Tower – Underground Facility
Date: Friday | 09:00 AM (Two Weeks Later)
The massive underground training room didn't look the sa anymore.
The normal concrete walls were completely covered.
Thick, heavy titanium-alloy plates lined the entire bunker from the floor to the ceiling.
They needed the upgrade. The sheer pressure of the training was getting way too destructive.
FWOOSH.
FWOOSH.
FWOOSH.
Gran Torino was a yellow, roaring blur. He bounced off the walls, the ceiling, and the floor at blinding speeds.
He was moving so fast he was just a streak of light, trying to scramble the tracking of the giant standing in the middle of the room.
All Might didn't move.
He stood completely still, his hands resting on his hips. He wasn't allowed to use his raw speed today. He was restricted to using only his Master's quirk.
Torino saw an opening. He launched himself off the back wall, shooting straight at All Might's face with a high-speed flying kick.
All Might didn't raise his arms to block.
He waited until the boot was an inch from his nose.
Swish.
Then, he activated Float, dropping his personal mass and friction to absolute zero.
Torino's boot hit him dead in the chest.
But it didn't do any damage. Because All Might had zero mass, he didn't absorb the impact.
He just flowed.
SSSSS.
He drifted perfectly backward, sliding around the strike like a weightless balloon being pushed by a breeze.
Torino's attack completely slid off him harmlessly.
All Might drifted back a few feet, stopped, and gave a massive grin.
"The Alaska Drifter!" All Might bood.
Torino flipped in the air and landed on the wall. "Stop naming them after states! It's annoying!"
"Hahaha!" All Might just laughed. He decided it was his turn.
He focused One For All into his legs, but he didn't jump.
He kicked the empty air molecules right in front of him, toggling Float on and off for a microsecond. The air compressed into a hard, solid platform.
BOOM.
BOOM.
BOOM.
All Might sprinted straight up into the empty sky. He ran on the air as if he was climbing an invisible concrete staircase.
Small rings of condensed wind blasted out from beneath his boots with every step.
"Delaware Sky-Stride!" All Might roared, chasing Torino across the ceiling.
"You're too big to be up here!" Torino yelled, zig-zagging wildly through the tal rafters to lose him.
All Might didn't slow down.
He rapidly toggles his mass from negative back to normal while pushing off his latest air-step.
He instantly deleted the air resistance around his massive body.
SWIIISH.
All Might completely vanished from sight.
"What the—" Torino gasped.
In a split second, All Might reappeared right in front of Torino in mid-air. It looked like he had literally teleported.
Torino panicked.
THUMP. THUMP.
He blasted his jets backward as hard as he could, trying to get so distance and reset the fight.
All Might didn't chase him this ti. He just extended his Float field outward in a five-ter radius.
He didn't make himself weightless. He made the entire space around him weightless.
HUMMMMM.
Torino flew straight into the zone. The second he crossed the invisible line, he lost his footing completely.
He drifted helplessly upside down, his legs kicking the air.
His Jet quirk had absolutely no gravity to push against. He was stuck.
"The Hawaii Horizon!" All Might shouted, holding his hand out.
Torino was trapped.
All Might instantly dropped the weightless zone.
He shot himself up to the very top of the bunker ceiling.
He turned Float completely off, letting his massive weight return all at once.
He dropped like a falling star.
WHIIIIISH.
All Might threw a massive downward punch, aiming right at Torino.
He stopped his giant fist exactly one inch away from the old man's nose.
But the sheer, vacuum-sealed shockwave from his stopped montum kept going.
CRASH.
The shockwave slamd into the floor. The heavy titanium plates buckled inward.
The thick concrete beneath them literally split open, creating a deep, jagged crater. A massive storm of dust and debris kicked up, covering the whole room.
All Might landed heavily on his feet.
Thick sweat soaked right through his white t-shirt.
Steam rose off his shoulders. Expanding the quirk's field into the Horizon move took a decent toll on his body.
"The New York teor!" All Might breathed out, wiping his face.
The dust slowly settled.
Gran Torino was lying flat on his back in the middle of the cracked crater.
Cough-cough.
He a few tis, waving the dust away from his face.
"You absolute lunatic," Torino groaned, holding his lower back. "You're going to collapse the whole tower before you even finish learning the first quirk!"
All Might sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and let out a booming laugh.
"Haha! My apologies, Sensei!" All Might grinned. "But the states of Arica just fit the weight of the sky perfectly!"
The heavy tal door to the control booth hissed open.
Kaito walked out holding his tablet. He looked completely unbothered by the giant crater in the floor.
"How was my execution, Kaito-shonen?" All Might asked, trying to catch his breath.
Kaito tapped his screen.
"Your Delaware Sky-Stride was slightly wide on the left turn," Kaito noted, not looking up. "You are still tensing your leg muscles a bit too much when you kick the air. And the Hawaii Horizon just drained nearly fifteen percent of your stamina reserves in five seconds. You need to use that strictly for crowd control, not one-on-one fights."
All Might nodded seriously. "Understood."
"Also," Kaito added casually, finally looking up. "The repair bill for shattering those titanium plates is going to be deducted directly from your upcoming comrcial licensing revenue. Try not to break the floor next ti."
Torino laughed from the ground. "That's what you get, muscle-head."
Kaito locked his tablet screen. He looked at the Number One hero.
"Float is officially combat-ready," Kaito said. "So, what's next for developnt? The choice is yours."
"Hmm." All Might humd. He crossed his massive arms and rubbed his chin.
He thought about the remaining five quirks on the board.
Danger Sense. Smokescreen. Fa Jin. Blackwhip. Gearshift.
He had to decide which quirk to forge next.
*-*-*-*
Location: The Quirk Plane
The misty city was gone. The bright, clear sky hung over the Vestiges.
But the usual quiet, solemn atmosphere was completely dead.
The previous users were gathered tightly around the puddle window on the floating building.
They had just watched the entire high-tier sparring match in the real world.
Seeing what Kaito did to Nana's quirk had them completely hyped up. They were losing their minds.
"Pick !" Daigoro Banjo yelled, shoving his way to the front of the puddle. He waved his massive hands. "Teach him Blackwhip next! I want to see that armor weave! Pick !"
Bruce shoved Banjo to the side, cracking his knuckles.
"Get out of the way, bald guy!" Bruce shouted down at the puddle. "He needs Fa Jin! Let's get that internal damage bypass going! Co on, Toshinori!"
En was hovering nervously in the back, pulling his high collar over his nose.
"My smoke..." En muttered, pacing back and forth. "It deserves to beco a thundercloud first. I want the minefield..."
Kudo was just staring at the window, pulling his spiky hair in frustration. "Frictionless velocity! He needs the speed! Pick Gearshift! It complents with Float."
Yoichi Shigaraki sat in his comfortable chair.
He rested his chin on his hand, smiling softly at the chaotic, rowdy ss around him.
They were acting like a bunch of excited kids in a candy store.
Nana Shimura stood next to Yoichi. She watched her predecessors begging and arguing over who gets to be the next weapon in the golden manager's arsenal.
"Haha!" She just laughed.
A warm, loud, happy laugh that echoed across the endless sky.
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