Location: Shie Hassaikai Compound – Kitchen
Date: Tuesday | Midnight
The entire house was dead quiet.
Yamato stood in the middle of the dimly lit kitchen.
He was a huge, broad-shouldered man with a ssy, thick beard.
His heavy hands were covered in old scars from twenty years of breaking bones for the Yakuza.
But right now, he was just holding a small tal pot over the stove.
He was stirring hot milk.
Eri always had bad nightmares, and hot cocoa was the only thing that helped her sleep.
CLINK.
CLINK.
He tapped the wooden spoon gently against the edge of the pot.
CREAK.
Yamato froze.
It wasn't a loud noise.
It was just the sound of wood bending under pressure.
A normal guy wouldn't have even noticed it.
But Yamato had survived the underground for two decades. His combat instincts scread at him.
He didn't panic.
He just dropped the spoon and imdiately lowered his stance, digging his heavy feet into the floorboards.
RUMBLE.
The walls of the kitchen violently jerked forward.
The wooden panels stretched and twisted. The door leading back to the living room slamd shut and completely lted into a solid, unbroken wall of wood.
Yamato was trapped in a wooden box.
The wall in front of the sink split open.
Step. Step.
Kai Chisaki stepped out from the dark gap. He was wearing his green bomber jacket and his white plague doctor mask.
Hari Kurono and Joi Irinaka stepped out right behind him, blocking the only exit.
Yamato slowly stood up straight. He didn't look scared. He looked completely disgusted.
"Kai," Yamato growled, his voice rough and low. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Is this a prank? Where is Father?"
Chisaki kept his hands in his pockets. He stood there completely relaxed.
"He is in his bedroom," Chisaki said calmly. "Aika and Eri are in the back room. They are fine, Yamato. You just can't reach them anymore. Irinaka shifted the whole hallway. You are cut off."
"...."
Yamato took a heavy step forward. The floorboards whined under his weight.
"Do you know what you're doing? You're staging a coup in our own house?" Yamato snarled.
His chest heaved. "Father pulled you out of the gutters when you were a starving street rat. He fed you. He raised you like a son! He treated you like my own brother! And you point weapons at his family?!"
"I am saving this family," Chisaki replied flatly. "The Boss is sick. His sentintality is a disease. He is letting the Yakuza die a slow, pathetic death by playing nice with the heroes. I am the only one willing to do the surgery to fix it."
Chisaki pulled a wet wipe from his pocket. He slowly wiped down his gloved fingers.
"I need the girl's blood, Yamato. I need Eri's quirk." Chisaki said. "I am going to cure the world."
"You aren't a doctor, Kai!" Yamato roared. "You're just a rabid dog!"
Yamato didn't waste another second talking. He exploded forward.
Irinaka panicked.
He slamd his thick hands against the wall.
"Crush him!" Irinaka yelled.
CRACK.
The wooden ceiling and the left wall violently caved in.
They swung down like a massive hydraulic press, trying to crush Yamato flat against the floor.
Yamato didn't even try to dodge. He raised his massive, muscular forearms and caught the falling ceiling bare-handed.
BAM.
The sheer, heavy weight of the house slamd into him, but Yamato didn't buckle.
Yamato's Quirk is Kinetic Reversal.
His mutated muscles could absorb the massive physical pressure of any impact and violently blast that exact sa force back outward.
(Combined with his wife Aika's "Cellular mory" quirk, it was the perfect genetic recipe for a terrifying mutation. Reversing a person's physical state back in ti. Rewind.)
Crackle-crickle.
Yamato locked the heavy kinetic energy inside his arms for a split second. His veins popped against his skin.
Then, he forcefully blasted that exact sa force straight out through his fists.
BOOM.
The wooden ceiling and walls instantly shattered into thousands of sharp splinters.
"GAAAAH!"
Irinaka scread in pain from the back of the room.
He clutched his head as the shockwave completely broke his control over the kitchen.
The shifting walls stopped moving.
Yamato pushed through the falling wood like a tank. He lunged straight at Chisaki, pulling his massive right fist back.
"Go to sleep! You will answer to father in the morning about what you've done." Yamato yelled.
He aid a devastating hook right at Chisaki's mask.
He was inches away.
But Kurono was already moving.
Kurono knew he couldn't block Yamato head-on. He used the falling wooden splinters to hide his attack.
SWIISH.
A sharp, grey hair-needle whipped around from Chisaki's blind spot.
It shot straight through the falling debris and stabbed directly into the side of Yamato's thick neck.
"....."
Yamato's eyes went wide.
His fist was just an inch away from Chisaki's face.
Swoosh.
The wind from the punch blew Chisaki's jacket back.
But Yamato's entire body completely locked up. Chronostasis flooded his system, slowing his internal ti to a dead crawl.
He was totally paralyzed.
Chisaki didn't flinch. He just stared at Yamato's frozen, angry face.
Chisaki reached up and slowly pulled the white dical glove off his right hand. He dropped it on the floor.
"You are too stubborn," Chisaki said quietly. "If I let you stay awake, you will just keep fighting until you destroy the house. I can't allow that."
Chisaki reached out and placed his bare hand flat against Yamato's forehead.
FWOOSH.
A dark red light flared brightly across Yamato's head.
Overhaul activated.
Chisaki didn't use it to blow him apart. He used his terrifying dical precision. He instantly deconstructed Yamato's brain and reconstructed it a fraction of a second later.
He severed just enough neural pathways to shut down his consciousness without killing him.
THUD.
The paralysis broke as Yamato's massive body went totally limp.
He collapsed heavily onto the kitchen floor. He was breathing slow and steady, put into a deep, permanent dical coma.
Snap.
Chisaki pulled a fresh white glove out of his pocket and snapped it tightly over his hand.
He looked down at Yamato for a few seconds. He didn't kick him or step on him. He just looked down at him.
"Rest well," Chisaki muttered.
He turned around and looked at Kurono and Irinaka.
Chisaki said smoothly. "Let's go see the old man."
*-*-*-*
SLIDE.
The sliding paper doors ripped open.
Kai Chisaki walked into the traditional bedroom.
Hari Kurono, Joi Irinaka, and the ard mbers of the Eight Bullets filed into the room right behind him, fanning out to secure the area.
The Boss of the Shie Hassaikai was sitting quietly on his futon.
He looked incredibly old and totally exhausted. He didn't look surprised by the sudden intrusion.
He just looked heartbroken.
"Where is Yamato?" the Boss asked softly, looking directly at Chisaki. "Where are the rest of the n?"
"They are sleeping," Chisaki answered. He stopped in the middle of the room, his hands stuffed casually in his jacket pockets. "We laced the als during the evening dinner routine. The loyalists didn't even feel it. As for Yamato... I put him in a permanent dical coma."
The Boss closed his eyes for a second.
"They are all alive," Chisaki continued, his voice perfectly smooth and clinical. "Aika is locked in the back room with Eri. I am doing this cleanly, Boss. I am not a monster. I am just doing the surgery you are too weak to do."
The Boss slowly shook his head.
"You aren't a savior, Kai," the Boss said, his voice heavy with sadness. "You are just a sick, psychopathic child playing God. You don't care about this family at all. You just care about your own twisted obsession with that little girl."
Chisaki narrowed his eyes behind his plague doctor mask.
"I am curing the world," Chisaki said coldly. "I am fixing the disease of quirks. When I am done, the Yakuza will rule the underworld again."
"No, you won't," the Boss said simply.
"Who is going to stop ?" Chisaki asked. "Your n are asleep. The heavy muscle is out cold. You are totally alone."
"I told you I handled it."
A new voice cut right through the tension in the room.
Chisaki snapped his head toward the dark corner of the bedroom.
A young man with ssy black hair stepped out of the shadows.
He wore a dark, casual jacket. He didn't look like a hero, and he definitely didn't look like a Yakuza.
He just looked completely bored.
SIGH.
Dabi shoved his hands deep into his pockets and let out a long sigh.
"Man, you guys talk way too much," Dabi complained, rolling his neck until it cracked. "Family drama is so damn annoying to listen to."
Kurono took a step back.
His eyes went wide.
"Chisaki. I know that guy. That's the Azure vigilante. The one tearing up Tokyo."
Chisaki glared at the old man sitting on the futon. "This is your failsafe? A street rat who plays with fire?"
"I heard you pay really well," Dabi smirked, looking right at Chisaki. "The old man offered a good deal to make sure you don't lay a finger on the kid. So, do yourselves a huge favor and just walk out the front door right now. I really don't feel like burning down a nice house tonight."
Irinaka completely lost his temper.
"Kill him!" Irinaka scread at the Bullets. "Shoot him!"
Three thugs from the Eight Bullets raised their rifles and fired instantly.
BANG.
BANG.
BANG.
Dabi didn't even flinch.
He didn't throw a massive, ssy wave of fire.
He just pulled his right hand out of his pocket and snapped his fingers.
SNAP.
A pinpoint, highly concentrated spark of bright blue fire ignited right in the path of the bullets.
BOOOOM.
A localized blue explosion detonated in mid-air. It instantly vaporized the bullets.
The sheer concussive shockwave slamd into the three thugs, throwing them violently backward into the hallway.
Chisaki didn't hesitate.
He realized imdiately that the vigilante wasn't a joke.
Chisaki ripped his gloves off, dropped to his knees, and slamd his bare hands flat against the wooden floorboards.
CRUMBLE.
CRASH.
The entire bedroom and the foundation underneath it ripped apart.
Chisaki didn't just break the room; he violently deconstructed and reconstructed the entire wing of the house in a split second.
SWISSH. SWOOSH.
Massive, razor-sharp stone spikes erupted from the ground, shooting straight toward Dabi.
Huge chunks of the ceiling and floor started floating, creating a shifting, terrifying labyrinth.
ZIG. ZAG. ZIG. ZAG.
Chisaki even manipulated the ground under his own n, launching Irinaka, Kurono, and the remaining Bullets high into the air so they could attack from every possible angle.
It was a monstrous, multi-directional kill zone.
But through all the massive destruction, Chisaki left the floor right under the Boss completely untouched.
He was acting like a surgeon, carefully avoiding the one piece of the room he didn't want to destroy.
FWOOSH.
Dabi didn't get skewered.
BAAM. BAAM.
He blasted two intense jets of blue fire directly from the soles of his boots.
SWOOSH.
He launched himself high into the air, hovering effortlessly near the broken ceiling.
He looked down at the massive, shifting spikes and the floating debris. He actually raised his eyebrows.
"Okay," Dabi muttered, looking genuinely surprised. "You're actually strong."
Irinaka wasn't waiting around.
He used his quirk to rge with a massive chunk of floating stone, turning it into a giant pillar.
SWISH.
He swung the massive stone pillar directly at Dabi's back.
SWIIPE.
At the exact sa ti, Kurono used the thick dust in the air to hide his attack, whipping his hair-needles straight at Dabi's blind spots.
Dabi didn't bother dodging.
He just grinned and compressed his blue flas directly over his skin, creating a blinding, superheated vacuum around his body. The Azure Armor. Courtesy to the old man.
HISSS.
The massive stone pillar slamd into the heat shield.
It instantly superheated into brittle glass and completely shattered into glowing dust.
"What the hell is that heat?!" Kurono's needles didn't even make it that far, they instantly vaporized into nothing the second they got close to the blue heat.
"My turn," Dabi said.
He pointed his fingers down at the falling Yakuza mbers.
SNAP.
SNAP.
SNAP.
He triggered a relentless barrage of condensed blue explosions right in their faces.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
"AGHH!"
Irinaka, Kurono, and the remaining Bullets were blasted out of the air.
Dabi held his lethal heat back perfectly. He didn't burn them to ash.
He just battered them with raw concussive force, knocking them completely unconscious as they slamd into the rubble.
Chisaki was the only one left.
BAAAM.
He slamd his hands together, reconstructing the floating debris into a massive, heavy stone hand.
SWIISH.
He swung it up to swat Dabi out of the sky.
Dabi dove straight down.
CRASH.
CRACKKLE-Boom.
Dabi blasted right through the giant stone hand, shattering it with a massive burst of blue fire.
He landed directly on top of Chisaki.
THUD.
Dabi kicked Chisaki hard in the chest, knocking him flat on his back.
"Ughh!"
Before Chisaki could raise his bare hands to touch anything, Dabi slamd his heavy boots down onto Chisaki's wrists, pinning them hard against the cracked floor.
CRACK. CRACK.
The entire wing of the house was totally leveled, but the fight was over in less than a minute.
"You lack the experience fighting stronger opponents" Dabi kept his boots pressed down on Chisaki's arms.
He looked over at the Boss. The old man was still sitting quietly on his untouched square of floorboards.
"Well, old man?" Dabi asked, sounding a little out of breath. "What do you want to do with the leader of the mutiny? You want him dead? After all, he attacked your son in law right?"
The Boss looked down at Chisaki. His eyes were completely sad.
"No," the Boss said quietly. "I took him in. I raised him. I cannot execute my own son. But I cannot let him threaten Eri or the family ever again."
The Boss looked up at Dabi.
"Take his hands," the Boss ordered.
Chisaki's golden eyes went wide in pure panic. "Boss—"
FWOOSH.
Dabi didn't hesitate. He ignited the soles of his boots.
Intense, searing blue fire wrapped directly around Chisaki's bare hands.
"GAAAAAAAH!"
Chisaki scread in absolute, horrific agony. He thrashed wildly on the floor, trying to pull his arms free, but Dabi held him down tight.
Dabi cut the fire off a few seconds later.
He didn't burn the hands completely off, but the severe, deep burns totally ruined the skin, the muscles, and the nerve endings.
Chisaki's hands were charred black and useless. He wouldn't be able to use Overhaul for a very long ti.
HUUF-PUFF.
Chisaki curled into a tight ball on the floor. He pulled his ruined hands to his chest, gasping for air and shaking violently.
Dabi stepped back and cracked his knuckles. He looked around at the unconscious thugs and the completely destroyed room.
"Alright," Dabi said, looking back at the Boss. "I just fought a strong quirk user and wiped out an entire Yakuza squad all by myself. I kept your daughter and your granddaughter completely safe. But our deal, should just be him right? I overdid our transaction."
The Boss nodded slowly, looking at the rubble. "What do you want?"
"Double the cash," Dabi demanded flatly. "And I want full access to the hidden armories you guys have scattered around the city. My crew needs so new gear."
"Done," the Boss agreed without a single argunt. "Throw Kai and the rest of them in the underground holding cells. The loyal n will wake up in a few hours to handle them."
Dabi smirked. This was a really good payday.
"If you need anything. Just tell again."
*-*-*-*
Location: Might Tower – Underground Facility
Ti: 10:00 AM (One Week Later)
The bunker was completely transford.
It wasn't just an empty room anymore. Kaito had turned the entire floor into a chaotic, high-stakes disaster zone. By asking David assistance a week ago.
Four plastic civilian crash-test dummies were scattered across the titanium floor plates.
Right above them, suspended from the ceiling tracks, were three massive, two-ton concrete blocks.
WHIRR.
ZZZT.
Four Shield-Detnerat Combat Drones buzzed angrily through the air.
They were painted bright orange and ard with heavy, rapid-fire rubber riot rounds.
All Might stood dead center in the room. He was sweating, his chest heaving, but his eyes were completely locked in.
"Start the sequence!" Kaito's voice barked over the speakers.
Kaito slamd his hand on the red console button in the booth.
CLANK.
The ceiling tracks violently unlocked.
The three massive concrete blocks dropped straight down, heading right for the civilian dummies.
At the exact sa ti, the four drones opened fire.
BANG.
BANG.
BANG.
A hail of heavy rubber bullets rained down toward the floor.
All Might's first instinct was to pull his fist back. He wanted to smash the air and blow the bullets and the concrete away with a massive shockwave.
But he forced his hands down. He couldn't do that anymore.
He dove right in front of the closest civilian dummy.
FWOOSH.
Dark energy violently erupted from his skin. But it didn't thrash around wildly. He pulled it tight.
The thick cables wrapped rapidly around his ribs, his arms, and his legs, weaving together into a dense, pitch-black exoskeleton.
"NEVADA IRON!" All Might shouted.
The heavy rubber bullets slamd directly into his armored back.
They just bounced off harmlessly. He didn't even flinch. He shielded the dummy completely.
But the concrete blocks were still falling.
All Might didn't use his hands to catch them.
He kept his arms wrapped around the dummy. Instead, he forced the quirk to go further.
CRACKLE.
Three massive, heavy industrial cables of dark green energy burst straight out of his back, acting like a second set of giant limbs.
Green lightning sparked wildly across the room.
SWISH-SWOOSH.
The massive whips shot up and caught all three falling concrete blocks in mid-air.
"Here we go!"
The heavy weight yanked All Might's boots across the floor, but he dug his heels in.
The heavy cables wrapped tight around the rough concrete. He didn't drop them.
THUD.
All Might gently and safely lowered the massive blocks down to the floor, setting them down inches away from the other dummies.
"Good catch!" Kaito yelled from the booth. "Now clear the hostile targets!"
All Might let the concrete go.
He stood up and looked at the four drones buzzing near the ceiling. He didn't jump at them. He held his bare hands out.
SWIISH.
He didn't fire massive cables this ti. He used his fine motor control.
SWISH-SWOOSH.
Dozens of razor-thin, almost invisible strings of dark energy shot out from his fingertips.
They moved so fast the drones couldn't track them.
The thin strings wrapped directly around the spinning rotors of three drones, totally binding their chanical joints.
YANK.
"Get over here!" All Might pulled his hands down hard.
CRASH.
The three drones slamd directly into the titanium floor. They weren't smashed to pieces, but they were completely tied up and disabled.
The last drone imdiately changed tactics. It flew straight up, trying to escape his range by hugging the high ceiling.
"Not today!" All Might yelled.
He pointed his right arm straight up. He fired a single, thick cable of dark energy. It shot across the room and stuck tight to the heavy tal ceiling tracks.
He didn't pull the ceiling down. He used the whip like a massive rubber band.
He yanked his arm back, using his raw physical strength combined with the natural elasticity of the whip.
He slingshotted himself straight up into the air.
WHOOSH.
He shot up like a rocket, moving way too fast for the drone to react.
He spun in mid-air, grabbed the drone with his bare hands, and crushed the chassis.
He dropped back down, bending his knees to absorb the impact.
THUD.
He landed completely completely silently. The dark energy around his body slowly faded away, pulling back under his skin.
"Hahaha!" He stood up straight, breathing heavily through his teeth.
"Ti," Kaito called out over the speaker.
Kaito walked down the short stairs from the control booth, his eyes glued to the data on his tablet.
Gran Torino walked right behind him, leaning heavily on his wooden cane.
Torino didn't look at All Might. He walked straight over to where the massive concrete blocks were sitting.
He poked the floor with his cane, checking the tal plates.
"Well, I'll be damned," Torino muttered, sounding genuinely shocked. He looked up at All Might.
"Zero cracks. You didn't break the floor. You didn't blow the dummies away. You actually used a net instead of a hamr."
All Might let out a huge, relieved breath. He wiped the heavy sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.
"It was hard," All Might admitted, rolling his stiff shoulders. "My whole body wanted to throw a punch out of reflex."
"But it worked," Kaito said, stopping in front of him. Kaito looked really pleased. "Zero civilian casualties. Zero collateral damage. You restrained the targets instead of destroying the room. You proved your strength isn't a liability anymore."
GULP. GULP.
All Might grabbed a water bottle off a nearby crate and downed half of it in three seconds.
"I don't feel like I'm losing my mind when I use it now," All Might said, looking at his hands. "Now, it just feels like flexing a muscle."
"That's the reason this training was for." Kaito pointed out, tapping his tablet.
Gran Torino grunted, walking back over to them.
"Don't get a big head about it," Torino warned, pointing his cane at the giant hero. "You just learned the basics of not destroying a city block. It's a good step, but you still have a long way to go."
All Might just laughed loudly. He didn't mind the teasing at all. He felt incredible.
"Haha! I know, Sensei," All Might smiled wide. "But it feels really good to finally have an attacks and moves that can support civilians and restrain villains."
"Enjoy the feeling while it lasts," Kaito said, turning around and walking toward the computer banks. "Take a ten-minute break. We are moving to the next phase as soon as you catch your breath. You've already decided what quirk next right?"
"Of course Kaito-shonen. I already talked with the past users the other day."
*-*-*-*
Location: The Quirk Plane
Date: Friday | 02:00 PM (Three and a Half Weeks Later)
The misty clouds drifted slowly across the endless, dark sky.
All Might sat comfortably on a large rock in the vestige world. He wasn't wearing his hero costu. He just wore a simple white shirt and slacks.
He wasn't alone. The past users of One For All were sitting around him.
They were talking over each other, acting exactly like a ssy, close-knit family.
"I'm telling you, it's crazy!" Daigoro Banjo yelled, slapping All Might on the back so hard it made the giant man cough. "The way you guys evolved these quirks in just a month is insane!"
En, the quiet user of Smokescreen, nodded slowly from the corner.
"It really is," En admitted, his high collar covering his mouth. "The drills that kid Kaito ca up with for the smoke... I never even thought about using it like that when I was alive."
All Might rubbed the back of his neck, feeling totally embarrassed by the praise.
"It wasn't just ," All Might said humbly. "I just followed Kaito-shonen's instructions."
Bruce, the user of Fa Jin, stood with his arms crossed, wearing his usual leather jacket. He looked grumpy, but there was a clear look of respect in his eyes.
"Yeah, whatever," Bruce grumbled, looking away. "I'll admit it. The way he made you store the kinetic energy... it's a lot better than my old moves. You didn't completely ruin my quirk. Good job, big guy."
"Thank you, everyone," All Might smiled wide, looking around at all of them.
He had spent weeks talking to them. They felt like real ntors now.
"Right now, you are just training them one by one," Banjo said, grinning. "But the real prize is the synergy. Once you stack all of these together in a real fight, you are going to be an absolute monster."
Nana Shimura smiled warmly, sitting across from him.
"We are all incredibly proud of you, Toshinori," Nana said softly. "Most of us died fighting All For One. Watching you get strong enough to finally beat the life out of that man... it ans everything to us."
Yoichi Shigaraki, the first user, sat quietly in his chair. He looked at All Might with calm eyes.
"You have mastered the tools we gave you," Yoichi said. "There is only one left."
All Might looked toward the back of the misty clouds.
The Second User was standing in the deep shadows, his arms crossed over his chest.
He was a hardened, ruthless warti fighter. He originally hated the idea of working with a pacifist hero like All Might.
But watching the giant man grind his bones to dust for a month straight had changed things.
The Second User didn't give a speech. He just looked All Might in the eyes and gave a single, firm nod of respect.
All Might nodded back. He was ready.
*-*-*-*
Location: Might Tower – Underground Facility
All Might opened his eyes.
He was sitting on a crushed tal crate in the middle of the real-world bunker.
The place looked like an absolute warzone. The walls were scorched black.
The titanium floor plates were completely warped, cracked, and heavily shattered.
It looked like a bomb had gone off inside the room every single day for almost a month.
All Might wiped the heavy sweat off his face with a dirty towel. His black tank top was torn.
His arms were covered in dirt and minor bruises. But his blue eyes were incredibly sharp.
Kaito stood near the whiteboard, looking down at his tablet.
He was checking All Might's heart rate and hydration levels, making sure the giant hero wasn't going to pass out.
Gran Torino sat in his chair, drinking from a water bottle.
"Alright," Kaito said, looking up from the screen. "Vitals are stable."
Kaito walked over to the whiteboard. He picked up a black marker and popped the cap off.
SQUEAK.
He drew a thick line right through the word Smokescreen.
SQUEAK.
He drew another line through Danger Sense.
SQUEAK.
He drew a third line through Fa Jin.
"Smokescreen, Danger Sense, and Fa Jin are fully mastered," Kaito stated calmly, tossing the marker onto the tray. "They are officially cleared for active hero duty."
"About damn ti," Torino grunted, lowering his water bottle.
Kaito turned around and looked directly at All Might. His expression was dead serious.
"Get up, All Might," Kaito said quietly.
All Might tossed the dirty towel aside and stood up. He walked over to the whiteboard, standing right next to Kaito.
"You saved this one for the end," Kaito said, pointing at the single na left at the bottom of the board. "Gearshift."
"What does it actually do again?" Gran Torino asked, leaning forward in his chair.
"It physically alters the velocity of anything you touch," Kaito explained simply. "It completely ignores the laws of inertia."
Torino's eyes went wide.
"Ignores inertia?" Torino asked, sounding genuinely shocked. "That breaks every rule of montum I know."
"Exactly," Kaito said flatly. "According to All Might, when the Second User had it, it was a weak quirk. But it has been soaking up raw power inside One For All for decades. I am sure its potential is terrifying now."
Kaito looked All Might right in the eyes.
"If you apply Gearshift to your raw One For All strength, it won't just make you fast," Kaito warned him. "You will literally break the laws of physics during a fight. Your punches will be completely unblockable. But the recoil is massive."
Kaito didn't look worried. He just looked practical.
"If you ss up the timing, the recoil will tear your muscle fibers apart at the cellular level," Kaito said. "But we have the bio-d tank running upstairs and recovery girl if there's an accident. We are pushing this quirk to the absolute breaking point."
All Might didn't blink. He didn't look scared at all.
"HAHAHA!"
All Might let out a massive, booming laugh that echoed through the wrecked bunker.
He cracked his neck loudly and rolled his heavy shoulders, feeling the raw power buzzing right under his skin.
"Tell what to do, Kaito-shonen," All Might smiled wide. "I am ready for your guidance."
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